#and i think i never really did. OKAY big revelations today!!

[streatfeild]

funny little man wiTH ARMS aka pictures of geoffrey streatfeild that drive me absolutely insane. i wanna eat them

#i wanna lick those arms so bad sorry for being weird but my brain just does funny things when i see Him #:( #shut up kit #geoffrey streatfeild #i mean COME ON that second picture is just INDECENT #i think i have a stage actor kink. that’s just so sexy of him i think #i could never date someone who isn’t on stage regularly #and i think i never really did. OKAY big revelations today!! #my god do i want this man. look how pathetic he is in that first picture

[be-missed]

Not Strong Enough (Chap 5)

Jenna Ortega x Fem!Reader

(pictures not mine)

Summary: Jenna was visiting her mom in the hospital to drop off the food that will be eaten for the hospital party, but she met a resident surgeon and she thought "God forbid I ran into an accident, but I want her to open me and stitch me up." While the surgeon tries her best to keep her fan girling low-key.

Warning: curse words.

A/N: 5th chapter, thank you for waiting. I'll be using a different POV her, please tell me if this is better or no. Also, I think if I start using this POV, y'all need to be guessing what's inside of Jenna's (in the story) mind.

Masterlist

Chap 1 | Chap 2 | Chap 3 | Chap 4 | Chap 6

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Chap 5

"Hey, thanks for today, I really enjoyed the concert. See you around!"

You kept on reading the last text message that Jenna sent you after the concert. In the past few days, you are trying to keep your distance from the girl that you have been liking for some quite time now. After the concert, listening to the songs, it feels like you are having a revelation; you can't and you won't be the love of her life you thought.

So what you did was to be more productive than you are to stop yourself from thinking of the other girl and checking your phone. In the hospital when Jenna visits, you try to lessen your interaction and dismisses her telling that you are busy and needed in the surgery room. But one time, Jenna caught you seating in the chairs and watching a video on your phone. You didn't know that she'll go visit and unfortunately she asked around and asked what time is your break.

You were watching Melissa Barrera's 'Get To Bed With Me' YouTube video for Harper's Bazaar. "So, you are on a break, right?" You heard from your side and that got you surprised, it is Jenna's voice and you answered "Hey, I didn't know you were coming." and she chuckles and said "I came to surprise you, you were always on the go when I visit" she said and sat beside you.

You look at her whole figure intently, nothing has change, still the same chipped nail polish from the concert, same chuck taylors that she loves to wear, her headphone hanging around her neck, that necklace she wears sometimes when she is in the mood and a few rings.

"Yeah, I'm really sorry... there's a lot that's been going around here" you said with a sad smile and Jenna answered "No worries, I'm just glad I get to talk to you." and smiled at you.

Why does she need to smile like you are the softest thing that she have ever seen. "So, I just noticed, I mean I don't want to assume, because like, you know, it's not good, but I would like t you know, ask maybe, or like no, I've been meaning to tell you-" Jenna started to rumble but you held her hand and squeezed it and said "Hey you're rambling, it's ok breathe."

"Okay, I noticed that you are kinda ignoring me. You haven't replied to my message last last week, you have been ignoring me when I go here, I mean yes, we talk in facetime but you end it so quickly. I just... I miss you." Those words came out of Jenna's mouth.

She misses you. SHE MISSES YOU.

"Oh..." You started "I'm sorry if you feel like that, but I have been really really busy." You ended. But you feel like Jenna knows that you are lying to her.

"Sure, I mean, I'm sorry to bother you." Jenna said and went up to stand but you stopped her "Hey, please don't think that you're bothering me, that can never happen" and you smiled at her.

"Okay..." Jenna said and accepted your answer "So, do you have any plans for Halloween?" she asked and you answered "Yes, actually My friends and I are having a Halloween Party, just the four of us since we can't handle big events" and ended with a laugh.

"That sounds really nice, what are you dressing up?" Jenna asked you with such curiosity and you answered "Well, I'll be dressing up as Mavis from Hotel Transylvania."

Jenna took a mental note on that. The both of you heard a blaring sound and a voice said "Code Blue" and that alerted you.

"Hey, I'll be calling you, I am needed, duty calls." You said and kissed Jenna's cheeks and hugs her and you bolted out.

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"Y/N please stop walking around, please" Ava stated while you pace around the break room with you friends watching you like you were in a loop. Beatrice enters the room, kissed her wife and looked at you weirdly.

"What is happening here?" Bea asked and her wife answered, "Well your friend here kissed her little princess, IN THE CHEEK." Ava exaggerated the last words that made Bea chuckle and said "Wow, a kiss on the cheek made you like that, how about when you get to kiss her." and the wives made fun of you that made you stop from pacing.

"GUYS! This isn't even funny!" You said that made the both of them laugh even more, "Chill down Y/N, girl friends kiss each other in the cheek." Beatrice emphasize the space between girl and friends "And please calm your thoughts down, try to stay in the present and no overthink yeah." Beatrice added.

"Okay, sure sure, I will try" you sat beside them and drink your water.

"So are you ready for our Halloween Party?" Ava asked and you just nodded "Okay, I can't wait to see you in your costume."

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"TRICK OR TREAT" Those are the three words that the four of them hearing while they are having a dinner and playing monopoly.

"Damn, it's so late and there are kids outside." Ava stated as you went up and opened the door to give them candies and give them compliments for the effort that they did for their costume.

As you take your seat again "You can't blame them. I'd be walking the whole neighborhood just to get lots of candies" and rolled the dice, you moved your character that landed on boardwalk. You hollered and celebrated as you got the most expensive property in the game.

"That's not fair Y/N, you need to leave some property for us." Camila exclaimed while pouting like a little kid, "Oh stop it, you almost owned all of the land on the other side."

Beatrice gave you a house and the card for the boardwalk. Another knock on the door and a "Trick or Treat" can be heard, with a happy feeling, knowing that you'll be crashing Ava and Camila in the game, you happily get the bucket of candy and opened the door, and it stunned you.

Jenna was the one that is in front of the door, with her little cousins.

As you scanned her face, you could also see a surprised look, she probably doesn't assume that you will be the one opening the door and will be giving them the treats.

"Hey..." you said with the brightest smile, feeling like a fucking winner even if the game hasn't ended, but looking at Jenna with her orange long sleeve under a yellow jersey T-shirt, cargo shirt, and on her adidas rubber shoes. You intake in everything that is on her and she replied back with a smirk on her face "Hey back to you beautiful."

"Can I get my candies now?" You hear a littlw voice and you looked down and answered "Sure sweetie, here get anything you want" and almost gave all of the candies to Jenna's cousin.

"Whoa there, that's a lot for you miss." Jenna exclaimed seeing that you almost empty the candy bucket that you have.

"Didn't know you live around our block?" Jenna said and you answered "Oh no, this is not mine, this is actually where Ava and Beatrice lives" and scratched your head, "You wanna join our party?" you asked Jenna and she answered "Oh I would like to, but as you can see I'm tasked to bring the kids to trick or treat"

That made you sad because you won't be hanging with Jenna.

"But... I can come after we round the whole block if that's alright?" She asked and that made you smile and you answered "Sure, that's great" and you watched them walking away. The both of you shared a small wave.

As you went back to the table, you said to the group " I hope it's okay that I invited someone later?" and that made them look at you "It's just Jenna, so I hope you don't mind?"

"Wow, so now you got the guts to invite her huh? But yeah, it's okay for me, how about you my love?" Bea said and Ava nodded because her mouth is currently full with m&m.

"It's about damn time I get to meet her. I'll show her how I fucking nailed Wednesday's dance" Camila exclaimed and both you and Beatrice said "Please no."

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An hour passed and the four of you are just watching a horror film when the doorbell rang. When you opened the door, you saw Jenna standing with a wine on her hand.

"Hey you didn't need to bring something" you said and Jenna answered "I think it's good to impress your friends" and the both of you entered the living room that made the other three stare at you.

Beatrice paused the movie and Camila said "Wow, you got your whole costume planned huh?" and that made you look at her questionly.

You then scanned Jenna's costume, orange long sleeves under a yellow jersey T-Shirt, a cargo short, and a rubber shoes. That's where it clicked, SHE WAS DRESS AS JOHNNY, Mavis' husband.

"Surprise" Jenna said in a little voice and looked at you worriedly.

You bit your lips and said "Well good to see you husband." You kissed her cheeks again and pull her to the sofa to the spot where you were seated earlier and the movie continued.

"I hope it's okay" Jenna whispered and that made you look at her, you were so close to her face, the lights of the TV illuminated her face, and that just took your breath away.

"What do you mean?" You asked, a bit of perplexed on what she's asking. "I dressed up as Johnny" she said.

You thought, why would she feel sorry for dressing up as your husband, as Mavis' husband? Because what she just did for her costume, being in a couple costume with you, sent you heart beating impossibly fast that you fear it will just stop and Jenna will be seeing you body lying on the floor while your three friends are trying to perform a cpr on you.

"No worries, I kinda like how you played it off, it looks good on you." You said and if the lights were on, you will notice how the blush on Jenna's face creeps in. "You are beautiful as well Y/N" Jenna said.

"Can we please now watch" Camila said to the both of you because she is just literally seating close to the both of you, which made the both of you said your apologise quietly and sat comfortably beside each other.

The night went on, and the five of you finished two movies. Beatrice and Ava are now cleaning the living room while you clean the dining room which leaves Camila and Jenna in the living room.

Camila broke the silence and said "I really liked you on Wednesday." and that made Jenna smile and said a thank you, Camila then continued "You know, if I may, I can show you how I perfected the dance you did in the ball" Camila stands up in the middle of the living room and within a second you tackled Camila into the floor, not wanting to make Jenna feel uncomfortable since you have watched a lot of her interviews about the Wednesday dance and also you are concerned about your friend who can't really dance to save her life.

"WHAT THE FUCK Y/N" Camila exclaimed and pushed you off of her "I'm sorry, I just missed you" you answered while you are still lying on the floor.

Jenna went to you and helped you up "Are you okay?" she asked and you just nodded.

"That was not fair Y/N, I was about to show Jenna my dancing skills" Camila said with a pout on her lips, and that just made you giggle.

Jenna buts in and said "Maybe you can show me next time when we meet each other again."

But that just made your head shakes for a no, earning a few "no" that can be heard from Bea and Ava.

Finishing up and gathering your things, you said your goodbye to Ava, Bea, and Camila. Jenna by your side walking towards the street.

"Thanks for inviting me tonight" Jenna said kicking stones that got in her way.

You looked at her like a little kid, thinking it was fun to see her like this, enjoying herself and being young & free. "No problem, I love having you around and the girls have been wanting to meet you since they only got to greet you in the hospital" you said.

"Really? I'm glad to hear that. I also enjoyed spending time with them" She said.

Walking a few more streets and you were nearing Jenna's house. No small talks were made, only the noise of the neighborhood can be heard and your small hums.

Jenna the breaks the silence "I just noticed that you always invite me to do something while I just go and say yes."

"Well, I like hanging out with you" you answered, because it is true. You know for yourself that even if you don't have any feelings for Jenna, you would enjoy her company.

"How about if you come to our Family dinner next time, sounds good?" Jenna suggested and it surprised you. How come you got invited to a Family Dinner and that made you super shy because you will gonna be surrounded with Jenna's family and you were scared that they will not like you. But then you reminded yourself to calm down and live on the now.

"Uhmm sure, if that's okay with your family, I don't want to intrude" you answered and Jenna smiled and said "Oh trust me they would love you there, my mom was also planning in inviting you, she said you are like a daughter to her"

Wow, Natalie has plans on inviting you, that was the first time you heard that. You know that you and Natalie have this bond and you feel so treasured and loved, thinking that Natalie thought of you more like her daughter.

Stepping in front of the Ortega's front door, you and Jenna faced each other earning a sweet smile on both of your faces.

"Thank you for tonight" Jenna said.

That moment, this moment, you were so sure that you wanted to kiss Jenna, you are thinking, you have stopped yourself many times to not kiss her so maybe this is a good chance to let go and just kiss her. Live on the now, you think. Your heart beating loud and you try to block the negative thoughts.

So one of your hand went into Jenna's side, you were slowly leaning in, waiting for a movement from the other girl to pull away and you felt none, so you persisted and you felt that Jenna was also leaning in, placing her hands into your shoulder.

A flashing of lights and a honk is heard that broke you apart. The windows rolled down and you saw Jenna's dad waving, getting down the car and going towards the both of you.

"Hey girls, hope I'm not interrupting something?" said and hugged Jenna and looked at you.

You introduced yourself "Good evening Sir, I'M Y/N, Jenna's friend and Natalie's co-worker.' and stretched your hand to shake his hand which he did shake and exclaimed "So you are who's Jenna is talking about, huh?"

Jenna nudged her father "Dad, please stop" which made her father laugh and said "Well, if you are hungry you can go inside and dig in." and leave the both of you outside again.

You broke the silence and said "Well, I'm gonna go home" you take Jenna's hand and kissed the back of it, "Good night my husband" You said with a teasing smile referring to Jenna's costume and you started to walk down their front yard.

Jenna then said "Good night to you my wife, call me when you're home" and blow you a kiss which you catch and kept it in your pocket that made Jenna laugh.

And that maybe was the greatest Halloween that you could have ever have in you whole life.

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Chap 6

A/N: an update, hope this was good. Thanks for reading!

#jenna ortega #jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x you #fanfic #fiction #jenna ortega imagine

[anyarose011]

Too Late To Turn Back Now {Angus Tully x Reader}

Summary: A dislocated shoulder, an insult to end all men, a few lies, going out to eat, and an unwanted revelation about Angus Tully. What a perfect way to celebrate Christmas Eve-Eve.

Part 4 of ?? (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3)

Warnings: Swearing, descriptions of arm injury, mentions of underage drinking, minor harassment, and discussion of cancer.

This was one of the more lighthearted and fun as hell chapters to write, so I hope you all enjoy it!

Word Count: 5.0k

Apparently, Angus Tully had gone on another adventure without you. One probably shouldn’t call it an adventure if he went to the chapel, and merely stared at the photo of your dead friend for hours on end.

“Do you think he was praying?” You asked Mary after she told you that while you were helping her make lunch.

“I think he’s just as religious as you.”

You scoffed. “He’d never become a priest.”

“You’d make a lousy nun.”

“I’d be a fun one.”

Once the four of you sat down to eat, your father tried to give you cookies you knew for a fact were given to you by Miss Crane. You also knew they were a week old at this point. Still, to spare your father’s feelings, you broke off a piece. You then put it in your mouth, nodding with a smile before bringing your napkin to your lips as if to clean them, when really you just spat the cookie into it.

Immediately, Angus asked to go to the bathroom, and you knew he wasn’t doing that, but you couldn’t blame him.

“I’m trying.” Your father shrugged, and all you and Mary could do was laugh.

You helped her was the dishes after that, and went back out to the dining hall, still seeing your dad sitting at the same table, alone.

“Everything alright?” You asked.

“Yes, just waiting on Mr. Tully.”

“You honestly can’t force him to learn today.” You scoffed, leaning against one of the chairs. “It’s Christmas Eve-Eve.”

“You always had lessons on Christmas Eve-Eve, and you didn’t complain.”

“I did.” You laughed, rolling your eyes. “Several times.”

He sighed. “I’ll let him out early by an hour; if you attend as well.”

“Never mind, let him rot.”

“I thought so.” He got up from his chair. “Where on God’s green earth is that boy?”

You watched him leave through the doors Angus took ten minutes ago, and as you were about to go into the kitchen to (lovingly) bother Mary some more, you heard shouting. Now of course, you were (and still are) a nosey bitch, so you had no choice but to also go through the doors leading out into the hallway. You heard Angus first.

“There’s nobody here, okay? Just us two losers, a grieving mom, and your-.”

His face and words fell once he saw you enter, and your father turned to see you standing in the doorframe, looking as if you wandered into something you shouldn’t have. Then, you threw on the attitude.

“What am I now?”

He looked away. “Nothing.”

“Oh, wow!” You began with fake enthusiasm.

“I didn’t mean-.”

“-No, no of course you didn’t.”

Your father stepped in. “That’s enough from the both of you. Mr. Tully, I can forgive you for using the phone without permission if-.”

“-If what?” He interrupted. “No, let’s cut the shit: You stay out of my way, and I stay out of yours.”

Of course, your father had detention slips in his back pocket, and of course he threw one up. “That’s a detention.”

Angus pushed past him, groaning and walking fast down the hall. You pursed your lips. “You really showed him.”

“Stuff it, Lady Macbeth.” He scolded, then called Angus. “You just earned yourself a detention, sir. Now, get back here!”

Angus looked back. “Being here with you is already one big fucking detention!”

“Son of a bitch, that’s another detention!”

In response, Angus knocked over a trash can, which caused your father to run like you’d never seen him run before. You should be ashamed that your first instinct was to laugh, but you weren’t and you still aren’t.

You should also have felt like a fool for deciding to run after them as if it were a game. Again, you didn’t feel like one then, and if you were to do it again as an old woman, you would in a heartbeat.

You saw as Angus tore off posters from the wall and would stop at corners just to taunt your father. Then, after running around more than half the school (you had no idea how much honestly, but it was enough for you), you stopped outside of the gym with the both of them. Even with Angus’s back turned, you knew he was contemplating the unthinkable.

“Don’t you even think about it, Mr. Tully.” Your father warned, panting from running. “You are a hair’s breadth from suspension. I’ll wash my hands of you, you hear me? Wash my hands.” Angus ignored him, stepping into the gym.

You followed your father as he kept going. “Stop right there, you know the gym is strictly off limits. This is your Rubicon. Do not cross the Rubicon.”

Angus took one look at the gym equipment, then back to the two of you. “Alea jacta est.”

He winked at you before springing towards the trampoline, bouncing off of it and over the balance beam. When his body landed with a hard ‘thud!’, you and your father were stricken with tense silence.

Which was then broken when an inhuman scream ripped from Angus’ throat.

Still, as your father looked on in horror, you said (being completely unbothered). “He’s faking it.”

When his screams didn’t subside, and you only heard them grow louder and he threw in more explicate language, your smile fell. It was when he got to his knees did you see how mangled his right arm looked, and you felt like you were going to throw up.

Angus Tully was one step ahead of you in that department, and that’s all we should say about that (not that he nearly puked on you; if anyone ever says that, they’re lying and should be shot on sight).

So, that was how, on the afternoon of Christmas Eve-Eve, you came to be standing outside of your father’s shitty 1964 Nova. You and Angus, who was crying while wearing half of his jacket, were shivering violently, waiting for your father to scrape off the car.

“Hurry up!” Both you and him would beg.

“I am hurrying!” Would be your father’s only response, and you saw his face grow redder every time either of you would yell.

Luckily, he managed to (somehow) scrape it all off and you three piled into the car. Even though you were going to anyway, you father insisted you sit in the front (more than likely because he knew you and Angus would probably try to kill each other in a high tense situation, and who would’ve figured he was right).

“I was on thin ice already.” Your father panicked at you as he stepped on the gas to the hospital. “If Woodrup finds out, the facts won’t matter, he’ll make it my fault.”

“It is your fault!” Angus cried from the back of the car, trying to hold his mangled arm up. “You were supposed to be looking after me!”

“I told you to stop!”

“You said you washed your hands of me!”

“No, I meant it metaphorically!”

“Of course you meant it metaphorically. What were you gonna do, actually go and wash your hands?!”

Your father turned back to the road. “Unbelievable. Unbelievable, I said I will wash my hands, never once did I say it in the present tense!”

“I don’t know, Pontius Pilate.” You shrugged. “This Jesus guy makes a good point.”

When he hissed your real name, you nearly shrank into your seat. “I don’t need any more of this from you. You were the one to tell me he was faking it anyway!”

“You said that?!” Angus yelled. “Jesus, I knew you hated all men.”

“Not true.” You turned around to look at him. “I would’ve said the exact same thing about a woman, especially if I heard her screaming from your room!”

Out of all the times you made a man cry and left him speechless, this one was and forever will be your favorite (obviously he was crying from his arm, but you liked to think your comment also did that). Your father scolded you for your foul mouth, but it was 100% worth it.

There you three sat in the emergency room, waiting for over an hour for a nurse to let you in, when your father started monologuing to himself.

“This is the end. They’ll inform the school, who will inform your parents, and then it’s curtains. You’re gonna get me fired; you.” He looked at Angus, then you. “I hope you like sleeping in the snow, Josephine.”

“I love it more than life itself.” You rolled your eyes.

Angus grumbled. “I’m the one about to lose an arm and all you can think about is yourself.”

“Hey, he was worried about me.” You pointed out.

He turned and glared at you, and you actually felt bad for the first time that day.

A nurse soon approached you, handing your father a clipboard and pen. “If you could just fill this out, please. Admissions and insurance.”

Your father, hesitantly, begins to fill it out. It sounded like a joke at first, having to sleep somewhere else, but honestly what were you going to do? You and your father lived in the faculty housing ever since-.

“-Excuse me?” Angus asked the nurse as she was walking away. “Is there any way we could skip this whole insurance thing?”

“It’s just standard procedure.”

“I understand. But look, we were over at Squantz pond playing hockey, and I slipped on the ice.”

Your father whispered. “Angus, what are you doing?”

But he kept going, glancing at you for a moment. “Our mom told him not to take us, but I made him. Our folks are divorced, and we don’t get to see each other very often. She’ll be mad as a hornet if she finds out.”

The nurse still didn’t let up. “Okay, that’s your business. But we just have certain protocols.”

“Yeah, protocols.” Your father tried to warn.

Angus didn’t listen to either. “Please, we ever get to see my dad. It was my fault, all mine. I don’t want to get him in trouble.” He looked at you. “We can’t have her dragging him to court again.”

You shook your head, swallowing a pretend lump in your throat. “No. Last time was…oh god.”

He looked back at the nurse.  “Can we skip the whole insurance thing? We can pay cash. Right, Dad?”

What a sucker; it took you and Angus to do ‘Kicked Puppy” eyes for a minute, and she was brining the three of you in to the see the doctor in three.

When they were removing his shirt, they told him first look away from the arm, but they didn’t inform you.

“Is it that bad?” He asked upon hearing your audible disgust.

“Not the worst thing I’ve seen in a hospital.”

Your father slugged you, but not hard enough for it to hurt. Still, the whole thing was a blur as they popped Angus’ arm back into its socket. It was dislocated, not broken, and a part of you selfishly wish that it had been just to spare you from the disgusting noises. That and also Angus’s screaming, as if you hadn’t been objectified to that enough.

The three of you were leaving after Angus' arm was tied in a sling, when your father spoke up.

“Barton men don’t do that.”

“Do what?” Angus asked, readjusting his sling.

“Well, I had momentum.”

“Mhm,” he looked at you. “what’s your excuse?”

You shrugged. “I don’t go to Barton, and I’m not a man. Thank God, by the way, considering I hate all of them.”

Even though you said that sarcastically, neither of the men said you were wrong.

When you three made it to the pharmacy, and your father handed over the prescription, the pharmacist went to search for it. Angus lowered his voice, saying to your dad.

“You said that if Woodrup finds out, you and her screwed. So now he won’t find out.”

“What if your parents ask?” You questioned.

“Never going to happen. Trust me.”

Your father raised his brows. “Okay, then. This all remains entre nous. Got it? You know what entre nous means?”

“Oui, monsieur.” He smirked “Now you owe me.”

“Owe you?” Your father gasped. “Do not try to leverage me, Mr. Tully.”

“All I’m looking for is little thank you that I did something nice for you. That’s all.”

You shrugged, deciding you wanted a treat too. “It is Christmas Eve-Eve.”

Your father took you all out to ‘The Winning Ticket’; the classiest tavern within 50 miles. Classy being the less dingy, place in Barton. As your father and ‘Friend of Some Sort’ had a minor debate on underage drinking, you saw the last waitress you wanted approach.

“Miss Crane, as I live and breathe.” Your father sounded amazed as if he saw Aphrodite herself. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, hi guys!” She laughed “Yeah, I always pick up a little extra work over Thanksgiving and Christmas.”

“Well uh,” he gestured to Angus. “This is Mr. Tully.” Then to you beside him. “And this is-you already know my daughter.”

“Yes,” she nodded. “quite well. My niece knows her too if you can believe that.”

He laughed a little louder than he should have, and you wanted to crawl under the table and bang your head against the metal support until you split your skull open.

“Oh, and sure, I know you.” Miss Crane nodded to Angus.

“Angus Tully,” he smiled. “we met outside of Dr. Woodrup’s office. I was wrongly accused of blowing up a toilet.”

“Well, I didn’t know about the ‘wrongly’ part. I just know that miss Hunham talks a lot about you when she visits.”

Aaand now you wanted to just take any of the silverware off the table (even the spoon would work) and stab yourself.

“Does she?” He teased.

You were quick with a comeback. “About how ridiculously annoying you are. I was baking cookies and Elise nearly crawled into the oven because the things I said about you were just too horrible for her to hear.”

“Now be nice.” Your father said.

“When have I never?”

The three of you ordered (after another discussion about alcohol and underage drinking with Miss Crane this time), and it did not escape you or Angus how your father’s eyes were still on her even after she left.

“Ouch,” Angus smiled. “you two have chemistry.”

“That’s the Percodan talking.” Your father pointed out.

“I don’t know, seeing her like this, I think she’s pretty attractive.”

You gagged, not even having the will to come up with a good comeback, you were so disgusted. Thankfully, your father had one.

“Listen, you hormonal vulgarian, that woman deserves your respect, not your erotic speculation.”

You never gave it much thought; your father dating women after your mother died. He just never truly seemed that interested in anyone, and he said it himself, he never goes out. Still…while you do want him to be happy, the woman of interest is your best friend’s aunt-.

Angus pursed his lips. “May I at least go to the bathroom? Sir? “

“You mean the payphone?” Even when he saw Angus’ eyes darken, your father still was not stirred. “Jo March, accompany him, please.”

You sighed. “Why do I have to be his keeper?”

“Because I, Pontius Pilate, washed my hands of him, remember?”

With that being said, you walked with Angus over to the bathrooms, and waited outside with your arms crossed like a child being punished. After a few minutes, he came back out, and the first thing you asked was.

“How’d you lie so easily?”

He gave you a look. “When?”

“The hospital.” You clarified. “You came up with a whole story on the spot that was so convincing, you had a nurse wrapped around your finger within a minute.”

Angus shrugged, beginning to walk away. “You were honestly the icing on the cake.”

“Oh, thank you.” You spoke with sarcasm, following him. “But honestly, you-.”

“-Are you any good at pinball?”

Okay mister ‘Trying to Change the Subject’, you’d play this game (literally and figuratively). “Yeah, I think so.”

He grabbed two dimes from his pocket. “Wanna bet?”

“I guarantee you that’s all the money you have, so there’s nothing to bet.”

“Not exactly.” You both wandered over to the machines. “If I win, you owe me something, and vice versa.”

“And if I wanted you to get out of my life?”

“Done and done, but only If you win, which you won’t.” He put the dimes on top of the machine a guy was playing on.

“Sorry, kid. Next game’s taken.” The many said.

Angus furrowed his brow. “But I just put some dimes down.”

“Don’t care. My buddy’s up next.”

“That’s not how it works.”

“That’s how it works in here. Why don’t you go shoot the other fuckin’ machine?”

“Because I don’t want to shoot the other fuckin’ machine.”

You put your hand on his non-injured arm. “Angus, it’s fine.”

Before he could retaliate, the man lost the game, sighing. “Thanks for fuckin’ up my mojo. Kenny! You’re up.”

“Bullshit.” Angus shook his head. “I put my dimes down, so we’re up next.”

“What was that?” You both looked and saw ‘Kenny’, a drunk man with a hook for his right hand. Shit… “Hey, kiddies,” he snapped his fingers at the both of you. “my eyes are up here.”

His friend snorted. “Look at these fucking kids; spoiled little Barton boy and his prissy girlfriend.”

Not the first nor the last time you were a smartass to a man where it will almost get you killed. “I’ll have you know, gentlemen, he is not my boyfriend; he is the reason I hope every day I become an only child.”

“You know what?” Angus stepped in before Kenny could respond. “You can just take my dime.”

“Take it?” He taunted. “You want me to take your dime? Like it’s charity?”

“No, what I mean is, we could play together.” and let this be known that Angus Tully was not always great at thinking on his feet. “Yeah, you could be my left arm.”

“The fuck did you just say to me?!”

Flinching at his tone, you decided to actually use your brain, for once. “Oh my gosh, I think I hear Dad calling us.” You took Angus’ hand without thinking. “Come on Fitzwilliam, you fucked everything up as always.”

You didn’t care that two, pissed off men were following and yelling at you, you didn’t even care that you were holding Angus’ Tully’s hand and having him trip over his own feet as you pulled him back to your table, you just needed to get out of there.

“Papa,” you call out to your father. “can we go please?”

He hummed at your arrival (and the term of endearment, which you only use if something has gone array).  “Why?”

“Our favorite asshole got us in trouble.”

“Hey!” Kenny shouted at you and Angus. “Why’d you run off? We were just talking to you. Do they teach you manners at that school?”

Hook for hand be damned, your fight or flight instincts kicked in when he put his hand on Angus and you were about to be the reason he’d lose it. Then, Miss Crane stepped in.

“Kenneth, leave them alone, they just came in for some food.”

Still, he looked like he was about to charge the both of you.

Your father stepped in next. “Kenneth, is that right? I don’t doubt that he did something to offend you. It’s his specialty. Perhaps I could purchase you gentlemen something to imbibe, and we could let whatever this unfortunate incident is go the way of the dodo.”

“The what?” The first guy playing pinball asked.

“The dodo,” Angus said. “it’s an extinct bird.”

“What he’s trying to say is,” Miss Crane translated. “he wants to buy you guys a beer.”

It didn’t take long for the two men to consider it. Kenny nodded. “Yeah, okay.”

“Same here.” His friend agreed. “I’ll have a Miller.”

“The champagne of beers.” Angus smiled, nodding.

It was when everything final cooled down, and as the two men and Miss Crane left to get their drinks, did you notice you were still holding Angus’ hand. Which you let go of as if you were holding fire in the palm of your hand.

He went back to his moody self after that, as you were walking back to the car after finishing dinner (no connection of course).

“Why’d you buy those guys beer? They’re assholes.”

Your father shrugged. “That’s one way to look at it. Here, catch.”

He tossed him the keys, which he caught. Your father continued his lecture, walking ahead of both of you.  “How many boys do you know who have had their hands blown off? Barton boys don’t go to Vietnam. They go to Yale or Dartmouth or Cornell, whether they deserve to or not.”

Angus glanced at you. “Except for Curtis Lamb.”

“Except for Curtis Lamb.” Your father repeated his words when they stood outside the car.

“Were you ever in the military?”

“Yes, I tried to enlist in ‘41, but was rejected-I have to get in over there.” He said after failing to open the door on the driver’s side. He walked over to the passenger’s (which you begrudgingly allowed Angus to have this time) side that Angus unlocked. “They made me an air raid warden. Gave me a whistle and everything. Helmet. Arm band.”

You opened the back door and slid into the seats, but Angus stayed outside, asking. “Before we get going, can I be candid with you?”

Your father already was used to that question from you, so he didn’t even look scared when he hummed his approval.

“You smell.” He got into the car. “And it’s really noticeable toward the end of the day. I even smell it on your coat. Mind if I crack the window?”

He didn’t even wait for his response before rolling the window down anyway. Before you could say something snarky to defend your father, he spoke first. “Trimethylaminuria.”

Angus furrowed his brow. “Huh?”

“Trimethylaminuria.” He repeated. “Means my body can’t break down trimethylamine. That’s the smell. And uh, yes, more toward the end of the day.”

“Wow…your whole life?”

Your father nodded.

“No wonder you’re afraid of women.” Angus said your name, glancing back at you. “How did he marry your mom?”

Your jaw dropped, and only inaudible noises came out at first before you settled on. “I’m too sober for that conversation.”

“For the record,” Your dad interrupted, stunned. “I am not afraid of women, and you shouldn’t be asking a girl personal questions after insulting her father. Jesus.”

Angus nodded. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. Dr. Getler says I should give more consideration to my audience.”

“Who’s Dr. Getler?” You asked.

“My shrink.”

Your father decided to jump in. “Has Dr. Gertler ever tried a good swift kick in the ass?

He scoffed. “Okay, now your turn. Go ahead, tell me something about me. Something negative.”

“Something negative about you?”

“Sure, just one thing.”

“Just one?” You and your father questioned.

He nodded, preparing for the absolute worst, but it never came. Your father merely turned back to the front, started the car, and began to make the long drive back to Barton. You weren’t even out of the neighborhood when Angus then asked.

“Fitzwilliam?” He looked at you. “What kind of name is that?”

Your father snickered. “That’s what you called him?”

You shrugged. “The guys thought he was a stuck-up rich boy, but he’s really awkward and looks like he wants to kill himself every time someone looks at him, I had to.”

“He strikes me more as a Hamlet.”

To anyone who didn’t know anything about Shakespeare, that would be a compliment. To you and your father specifically, it made you laugh. Of course Angus Tully would be one of the most overdramatic characters in theatre.

“Seriously,” the boy in question said tiredly. “who the hell is Fitzwilliam?”

Your father shook his head. “My advice, Mr. Tully? Brush up on the classics; Pride and Prejudice would be a good place to start.”

None of you had the strength to do much more that night besides spending time in your rooms before bed. It was as you were a few chapters into Little Women, did you wonder.

“Why were you and my dad yelling at each other this afternoon?”

Angus looked up from his copy of Popular Mechanics to see you in the doorway once you asked that question. You both were both just wearing your pajamas and socks; outfits you had only seen each other in for either a short number of times, in dimmed lighting, or with jackets over.

It felt different this time…stranger, even.

“Hello to you too.” He greeted, setting the magazine down.

“Well?”

Pursing his lips, he didn’t look at you at first before saying. “I was calling a hotel.”

“Your mom’s?”

“No, one in Boston.”

“Why would you…?” The look on his face said it all. That look of regret and pity that you didn’t understand what he meant right away. “Oh…”

You wanted nothing more than to have said it with disgust, but it was disappointment that laced the word. Then, with a mix of anger and even hurt.

“Am I that insufferable to be around?”

He shot his head up. “What? No.”

“Seems like it.” You scoffed, beginning to pace around the room. “What happened to ‘Friends of some sort’? I asked you if we were fine because I felt like you’d gone quiet, and you said we were. I get it; you asked me to tell you the craziest thing that happened to me, and I should’ve just said ‘I got slightly drunk at a party’, not everything. You barely tell me anything about yourself, and then I just go and throw out the shittiest things that have happened to me. It’s not fair, and I’m sorry-.”

“-My father’s dead.”

Nothing could’ve gotten you to shut up faster.

It caused you such a shock, that you sat down on the bed beside him, staring at him. His gaze changed in a matter of seconds; when he first told you and you looked at him, you’d never seen anyone surer. Then, as shock settled into you, discomfort did for him. You let the quietness between you linger for a moment, terrified of your own response.

“I…I had a feeling.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You were expecting him to immediately respond, but he didn’t. You debated on just sitting in the silence, or crawling back into your room and pretending this didn’t happen, when Angus finally spoke up.

“I was thirteen, he was…really, really sick for some time but then it just happened so fast and…I don’t really like talking about it, I’m sorry-.”

“-No, I shouldn’t have pressured you-.” You relented first, and ff the circumstances weren’t bleak, it would be funny how you both spoke over each other.

“-You weren’t, you told me something about yourself and I should’ve-.”

“-You aren’t in debt or some bullshit to share anything with me-.”

“-I just haven’t really told people that before-.”

“-Your arm wasn’t the worst thing I saw in a hospital.” You decided to break the loop, and it was successful. “My mother was sick too and…” You chuckled, but felt tears prick your eyes all of a sudden at the thought. “God, she’ll haunt me for this, but she was so skinny the last time I saw her…Cancer. She and my dad were debating on if I should see her like that before she goes, and I won the argument in the end that, yes, I needed to say goodbye. I’m glad I did, no, that’s not what I think of when I think of her but…it scared me. I was eleven.”

He nodded, listening without interruption; a skill that seemed he only acquired during these small moments of vulnerability. Well, you wouldn’t necessarily call yourself vulnerable; you were merely answering his questions truthfully based on your experiences (of course; no vulnerability whatsoever. You didn’t open yourself up to others outside of your father and Mary, why would you to Angus Tully?)

“I went to the chapel before anyone else woke up and I just couldn’t stop staring at the picture of Curtis Lamb…I can’t even say it got me thinking about death or anything like that I just…I don’t know.” He shook his head. “I felt weird and wanted to run away.”

“I get that.”

“I’m sorry for trying to get a hotel by the way,” he apologized again. “if that matters.”

You gave him a smile. “It does.”

For the first time in a while, you thought you saw him smile too; a genuine one, mind you, not the shit-eating grin he often gave you and everyone else. It was then you decided to get up and head to bed, bidding him goodnight. Then, again, you stopped in the doorway from another thought.

“What were you going to call me?”

“Huh?” He perked his head up.

“When you were crying about being stuck over here for Christmas?” You alluded. “You and my father are losers, Mary’s a grieving mom, but what am I?”

His eyes drifted in thought, then back to you. “‘Your know-it-all daughter.’ That’s what I was gonna say.”

“Yeah,” you nodded, smiling as you backed out into your room. “I do know all, Angus Tully.”

You couldn’t see his face anymore when you went to your bed, but you heard his sarcastic ‘Goodnight’ with him saying your full name, and your chest felt lighter than it did the night prior to talking with him.

…What the hell was happening to you?

You were giddy, you giggled to yourself about nothing and had to hide your mouth under the blanket so Angus wouldn’t hear you in the other room. For a moment, when asking him what he would’ve called you, you wanted him to say ‘pretty’. So much shit happened that day, but the one thing, the one thing that your mind goes back to is taking his hand, and not letting go until you realized-…

…No…

No…

Oh, what the fuck?!

Oh god!

Once you were happy about having a newfound crush on Angus Tully, and now you were in absolute agony.

What a wonderful way to spend Christmas Eve-Eve.

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Could you do a Pav x reader based on "From the start" By laufey TY :3

From The Start

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A/N: anon, I am so sorry for the delay, I only saw the ask yesterday.. I hope the fic's worth the wait! And, this was a really lovely ask, thank you for requesting!

Pairing: Pavitr Prabhakar x platonic!Reader Tags: Pining, Light Angst, Unrequited Love Summary: What's more painful than pining after a person who will never love you the way you do them is listening to them speak of loving someone else the way you wish they did you.

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🎶Have to get this off my chest I'm telling you today That when I talk to you, oh, Cupid walks right through And shoots an arrow through my heart And I sound like a loon, but don't you feel it too? Confess I loved you from the start 🎶 'From the Start' by Laufey

It was just the two of you, sitting by the bleachers in what he would often describe as a comfortable silence, but was actually awkward. His hair rustled in the wind and he ran his fingers through to tame his lengthy curls, his chocolate brown eyes finding yours in a quiet gaze. A soft smile graced his lips, his face glowing and in that moment, he looked like an angel.

You wished he'd stop looking at you like that. These soft moments were too much; scarily intimate. You felt like an intruder.

It was no longer a happy feeling, no, it was terrifying.

You noticed his lips move. He'd started speaking.

"...it's just..", Pav sighed, waving his hands around and making little insane gestures, frustrated that he couldn't find the right word to explain. It would've been cute and adorable if it wasn't for the fact that he was talking about Gayatri, his girlfriend.

Pavitr Prabhakar was your favourite person in the world, the one who you loved with all your heart -maybe even more than your life. A shame the sentiment will never be reciprocated. Not the way you wanted.

"She's so beautiful and talented and everything, I... She's, like, the perfect girl to ever exist! And, I'm just a nerdy dude with amazing hair."

You forced out a chuckle at his self-depreciating joke.

And it hurt. It hurt because you longed to be the one that he spoke of so fondly so often. That you aren't the reason behind his sleepless nights, that you won't be the first person to share his grief and joys, that he doesn't see you more than just a friend. That he doesn't love you the way you hopelessly love him.

Days spent just lying on your bed and staring at the ceiling as tears run down your face, dealing with the heartache alone. It drives you insane, having the words at the tip of your tongue that you never seem to be able to get out.

And it's too late now, so you just listen to him as his words make a hammer and shatter your heart to pieces. Maybe you were addicted to it, maybe it was a weird kind of dopamine that had you coming back everytime, revelling in the pain of seeing him fuss over his girlfriend and frustrate to express the depths of his love.

You didn't want to think of it as a betrayal but sometimes your treacherous brain would go down that dark lane. You had been the first to welcome Pav at kindergarten, you were his first friend, first bestie, first one to even know his superhero identity. You were there before Gayatri even came into his life. You loved Gayatri will all your heart too, as any bestfriend would, but sometimes you'd just wish that... that...

You loved him from the start. It should've been you.

But it's not.

It was fine, really. You were used to only getting scraps of attention from your family, it's no big deal. Pavitr was the first person to ever give you more than a minute's worth of attention, and maybe that's why you liked him, but still, it's totally fine that he doesn't do it now. Not as often. But you weren't complaining.

A gentle, warm palm laid on your thigh. "You okay, Y/N?"

He'd grown quiet and noticed you weren't listening.

Words choked your throat.

If there was one thing you hated more than your damned fate, it was lying to Pavitr. But the truth will do no one good. Better to swallow it down and deal with it alone; nothing some crying in the shower can't fix.

You wiped the stray tear that slipped down your eye, moving your hair around to cover it and looked up at him, praying he didn't notice.

"Sorry, I zoned out", you smiled, masking the pain of a thousand arrows being shot through your heart. "I'm okay. You were saying?"

You were okay. You were okay.

If Pavitr noticed anything odd, he didn't mention it. He stared deeply into your eyes and for a second you feared he was looking into your soul and found your pathetic little secret. But he just sighed and shook his head, continuing his rant.

You let his head lay on your lap as he lamented, swallowing down the sob rising in your throat. You may not be able to love him the way you want to, but that isn't to say you can't cherish these little moments alone. Resigning to your fate, you run your fingers through his hair as he goes on with making amusing faces and cute little gestures.

He's not yours, he will never be, but you loved him from the start and weren't going to stop now. Even if it hurt from the start. 

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Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed it! <3 likes and comments are appreciated!

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chapter thirty-seven — a question

➝ after days of peace, elisabeth and toto prepare to return to the eye of the hurricane. but, not before without answering a question.

➝ word count: 2,5k

➝ warnings: none

➝ author’s note: i know it took me a while to release this one, i know you guys are looking forward to it, but it's finally here. i take advantage of these notes to say that we are going on a short hiatus, as i am working on a story that i will be submitting to the f1 big bang and ally will be going to the Canadian Grand Prix. But don't worry, what's next is going to be amazing.

AUGUST, 2017

It was always hard for Elisabeth to return to Vienna after a vacation, and she wasn’t ever sure why. Perhaps it was the unpleasant memories of her school days that it conjured up, or perhaps it was just the simple fact that it meant returning to the role she needed to play in her working life - the serious, measured businesswoman.

Lately, playing that role bothered her more and more. It felt like she was holding back her true self. The warm, kind, relaxed woman she knew she really was, was always hidden underneath the straight-cut blazers, trousers, and high heels. But she knew that if she didn’t put on the mask, nobody would take her seriously or respect her as a professional, especially within Formula 1.

Not that people took her entirely seriously, anyway.

It was a bit different within Mercedes, at least. At the factory and within the motorhome, the company’s employees treated her with the same sort of deference they showed to the other members of the board, even though she didn’t expect or demand any kind of special treatment. She ate in the same dining room as the rest of the team, used the regular bathrooms, and talked to as many people as she could. She saw them as her colleagues, her comrades-in-arms, and she treated them as such.

Outside the motorhome, however, it was a different story.

Elisabeth was seen only as someone who had gotten into motorsport without the knowledge or background required, and only because of her famous father. When she was announced as one of the team’s board members, journalists and pundits wrote articles about whether or not she’d have anything to contribute to the team. When one journalist asked Helmut Marko, who had raced alongside her father, about it, he claimed that "Formula 1 was too brutal for women, even working in offices".

The situation only got worse with the revelation of her relationship with Toto. Now there was one more pillar on which she had leaned, theoretically, to grow in this world. Hearing Christian Horner say, in the middle of a press conference, that he hoped that, in the event of a divorce, Mercedes would stay with her to make their lives easier was terrible for Elisabeth. Not even Toto's snappy response afterwards, saying that she understood the team as much as he did and that she would never make their lives easy, made it hurt any less.

It felt like she was completely tiny, insignificant to all of them, no matter how hard she worked as hard as each of those men. That's why she needed to be strong. Relentless. Perfect. Even at the cost of her happiness.

— Elisabeth?

Elisabeth looked over to see that Toto had already turned off the car. She was so focused on her own thoughts that she hadn't even realized that they had stopped on the street behind the penthouse, where he usually parked his car.

— Yes?

— Are you okay?

Elisabeth nodded.

— Yeah, just thinking about — she hesitated briefly, wondering if she should bring this up with him. Whenever doubts settled inside her, Toto would go on a long speech about how she had earned everything she had, both in the company and in life. She wasn't in the mood for the same old litany right now — what I still have to do today.

— What, for example?

— Ah, well, unpacking our bags, putting the clothes in the washing machine, making our dinner…

— You can do all of that tomorrow — Toto said, as he put the shifter in neutral — And leave our dinner to me.

— Toto, I don’t —

— You don't want to eat anything frozen, I know. But, leave it to me, you'll like what I'm thinking. Come on, let's go upstairs.

Grimacing at the thought of what he had in mind, she got out of the car, going to the trunk to get her luggage. Both of them walked to the apartment building’s door in silence. As they stepped into the elevator, Toto commented something about the emails he should have received during their vacation, which made Elisabeth laugh. They were two incorrigible workaholics.

Once inside the apartment, she busied herself with unpacking while Toto got dinner together, which would be a surprise, according to him. However, if she knew him, he was probably ordering a pepperoni pizza from Cavaliere. Since Elisabeth had taught him how to use Mjam to order food for delivery, she never had to worry about that part of their routine again.

She was already unpacking their third suitcase when Toto appeared at the closet door, letting her know that dinner was ready. They ate their pizza and drank some wine. Neither of them said much, but there was nothing uncomfortable about the absence of conversation. In fact, it was those moments that made Elisabeth sure that she was in the right place, with the right person.

After they were finished, she took over cleaning the kitchen, while Toto went to his office to check his long-anticipated emails. After putting the plates and silverware in the dishwasher, she was about to put their glasses in the top rack when she noticed that there was some wine left in the bottle. “I think he deserves a little more”, Elisabeth thought, pouring what was left of the bottle in Toto's glass and walking to the office.

She knocked softly on the door and eased it open. She found Toto sitting in the dark, leaning back against the light wood table.

— Toto? — Elisabeth asked, which made her turn her head in his direction — Is everything okay?

— Yeah, I’m okay.

— I thought you were going to check your emails — she said, stepping into the office.

— I was going to, but — Toto hesitated for a few moments, as if he didn’t know what to say — I stopped to think for a minute.

Elisabeth came around the table and stood beside him, placing the wineglass next to the perfectly aligned pens. Next to them were an iPad, his reading glasses, as well as a stack of documents. In the corner was a framed picture of the two of them in Sardinia with Ben and Rosi, all hugging each other, smiling broadly at the camera.

Turning to the window, she looked at Toto.

— Thinking about what?

He sighed, looking down at his hands.

— About everything.

— That's not very specific — Elisabeth said, giggling. Toto just gave a shy smile.

— I know.

She laughed again, looking out to where the colorful roof of St. Stephan stood tall, imposing. There was something familiar about this moment, a sort of deja-vu. The wine, the framed picture, the pens, Toto's very presence there, beside her, gazing at the city lights without saying a word. A tender memory filled Elisabeth's mind. She smiled.

— This reminds me of something.

— What does?

— This — she replied, looking at him — This moment. This place. Us.

Toto turned to face her, one eyebrow raised.

— What does this remind you of?

— From that New Year's Eve in 2012.

The mention of the occasion made him smile.

— I came here to unwind and you followed me — Elisabeth continued — And we stayed here, talking, until after midnight…

— Your dad said you didn't look well and asked if I minded seeing if you were okay, since he didn't want to go searching for you around my house. I found you after the first door, a glass of wine on the table, taking in the view — Toto recalled — By the way, I don't think I've ever told you, but you looked really beautiful that night.

— No, you never told me — she replied, making him laugh — By the way, I appreciate the compliment.

— You’re welcome — he said, putting an arm around her shoulders and placing a gentle kiss on her temple.

A few seconds of silence were enough for Elisabeth to look at him again.

— That was the first night I really wanted to kiss you — she whispered, the shadow of a smile on her face.

— Did it take you this long to want to kiss me?

Elisabeth laughed.

— Well, no. I wanted to kiss you in other moments but… That night was the first time I really wanted to. I actually almost asked if I could kiss you.

— You should have asked, Liesl — Toto said softly — Because I would have gladly accepted.

— I didn't want to make everything… More confusing between us.

— More confusing than it was after we almost had sex on that conference table after you exploded on me?

— Was that your intention that day when you put me on the table? — she asked, raising an eyebrow.

— Perhaps. You have no idea how seeing your bossy side made me feel.

— You mean you liked my bossy side?

— I did — Toto replied, bringing his face closer to hers — I liked it so much that I had to take a cold shower when I got home because all I could think about was you. It was like you had taken my soul.

He took her lips gently, in a delicate peck, almost as if that light touch could break her into little pieces. And Elisabeth wouldn't mind. She would never mind.

— Is that bad?

— I thought so, back then. I felt a little scared about it all. It had been a long time since I’d felt that way, especially after the divorce. It felt like I was passing through a hurricane.

Elisabeth gave a small smile.

— A hurricane?

— Yes, a strong, powerful, relentless hurricane. The only hurricane capable of building things and not destroying them. Hurricane Elisabeth.

She couldn't resist kissing him again, this time with a little more intensity. Elisabeth felt the same way about Toto. He had seeped into her too, left an everlasting mark that would never be erased, no matter how much time passed. He would always be a part of her, an essential pillar of her existence and her history.

— A lot has changed since the last time we were together in this office, but I think the only thing that hasn't changed is that I love you — Elisabeth whispered, pulling her face away from Toto's, a hand resting on his cheek — I love you so much that I wouldn't change anything in our history.

Suddenly, the expression on his face changed.

— Really? Nothing?

— Not even a comma, if that would give me the certainty that I would live all that we've lived together again.

Toto was silent for long seconds, looking thoughtful.

— There’s one thing I would change.

Elisabeth felt her stomach drop. Of course, their story hadn't been perfect. In fact, it had involved a lot of pain, silence and pent-up desire until both of them exploded. However, she imagined that all that had served to prepare them both for the future that lay ahead of them, the thousands of possibilities that both imagined, all with one thing in common — that they were always together.

— What would you change?

— Your last name.

She blinked, confused.

— My last name?

Toto sighed, before taking his free hand to the drawer beside him and opening it, pulling something out. It took a few seconds for Elisabeth to realize what was in his hand. A small maroon box. She felt her stomach bottom out again.

— I made the decision in Brescia. I wanted to fix things, show you that I'm serious when I say that I can't see myself without you by my side. I wanted to get home on Monday, drop the bags in the hall and… But, you showed up at the finish line on Sunday and ruined my surprise.

She pressed her lips together.

— So I put it off. I put it off until dinner that night. I put it off until we got home. I put it off until the next day. And I kept putting it off, and putting it off, and putting it off, always finding one excuse that was dumber than the other. It was after I spoke with your father that I decided it was time, that I couldn't put it off any longer...

— You spoke to my father?

— I wanted to do it — Toto said, pausing for a moment  — I want to do things right, Elisabeth. I spoke to your father, asked his blessing and he said that it was all complete nonsense and that you have to accept it.

— Accept what?

With a flick of his thumb, he opened the box, revealing a solitaire ring with a small diamond in the center. The stone shimmered in the soft light from the window. At that moment, it was as if Elisabeth had forgotten how to breathe.

— My proposal. To marry me.

Immediately, Elisabeth felt lightheaded and dizzy, and could hear her pulse pounding in her ears. Her eyes filled with tears and she got the feeling of being out of breath, like she’d just sprinted across the entirety of Vienna.

— You want to… Marry me? — she managed to babble, after a few seconds of silence, processing that sentence. Toto smiled, placing a hand on her cheek, his thumb sliding over a tear that had already trickled down her cheek.

— It's what I want most in life, Elisabeth. Nothing in the world would make me happier than being your husband. Your companion. Your partner in crime. Forever. I just… hope you want the same thing.

Elisabeth had fulfilled many dreams in her life. She had graduated, started working with her father and became world champion with Mercedes more than once. But there was still a dream to be fulfilled: to live a love story like that of her parents. Intense, crazy and fruitful.

At that moment, she was sure that she had just realized that dream.

— I want it too, Toto. I want it more than anything — Elisabeth replied softly, before placing both hands on his face and kissing him gently. A few seconds later, she smiled against his mouth, trying to control all the turmoil of feelings building inside her. It was too good to be true. And at the same time, it was true.

She was going to marry the man of her life.

— Can I put the ring on your finger? — he whispered.

— Yes.

Elisabeth offered her left hand to Toto, who had already taken the ring out of the box. Then, he slid it over her finger, placing a kiss just above the metal before hugging her tightly, as if she were going to slip through his hands and escape this office.

— No need to crush me, I won't run away — she said, giggling.

— I'm just making sure, my fiancée — Toto replied in a whisper. Elisabeth pulled her face away to look at him for long seconds, almost as if she were contemplating him.

— Say that again.

— What?

— The last part.

— My fiancée?

The words ran over her skin like a shiver.

Fiancée. Fiancée of Toto Wolff. His future wife.

— Your fiancée.

— My fiancée —  he repeated again, smiling — My future Elisabeth Wolff.

Her smile faded.

— What’s wrong with my last name?

Toto laughed.

— Nothing. It could be Lauda-Wolff too.

— I'm glad you know that I don't want to give up my last name. Neither for me nor for our children.

— Children? Plural?

— We've already talked about this. You know I want to have a big family.

— And isn't Ben and Rosi enough with our little boy?

— What if I want a girl too?

He smiled.

— Then, we're having a girl too.

— But only after the wedding — Elisabeth added, laughing.

— As you wish, my fiancée.

#toto wolff #toto wolff fluff #f1 x oc #formula 1 x oc #toto wolff x oc #formula one x oc #f1 fanfic #formula 1 fanfic #formula one fanfic #f1 fic #formula 1 fic #formula one fic #wlffog #scwlff

[vourequat]

SMUT — Cream filled darling.

Cafe Owner!Kento X Pastry Chef!Reader

WARNING: Lovers to strangers to lovers again trope, poor plot before porn because I refuse giving you porn immediately, not proofread, smutty putty, huge food kink, oral (m!receiving), exhibitionism, hitting it raw, creampie, disregarding basic hygiene procedure in the kitchen(as a chef in training, ew).

A/N: I have risen from the dead after a whole quarter of suffering with all these school works but anyways I hope I'm not late for the Nanami thirst train.

Being punctual was your middle name, along with you being the pastry chef of Nanamin Café it was basically expected of you to clock in before anyone else did to start early with the pastries to be baked that day.

The ringing of the bell on the main entrance welcomed you as you entered the cafe with confusion etched across your entire face, you always were the one to open the cafe since you were the earliest one to arrive but all of a sudden the cafe was open before you were even there.

You ventured further into the kitchen and saw none other than Nanami Kento, the man who founded and owns this cafe you work for.

"Nanami-sama, you're early!" You greeted as you finally let your guard down after brushing off your previous thought of a possible robbery.

Nanami only smiled, he seemed to have been already prepping some ingredients for the pastries; both the usual and the day to day special menu items. It's not usual that you see your boss but it wasn't to the point that you've never seen him before it was just that... it seemed like he was avoiding you.

Whenever you weren't able to make it to manage the pastry department of Nanamin cafe that's when he comes by but when you were there, he'd avoid that place like the plague. So to test if your theories were true, you called up your co worker Yuuji to tell the big boss if she eventually ends up not being able to come by.

Captain Cream Puff (Y/N): Yuuji, I don't think I can make it today, I feel horrible. But I'll see if I really can.

Coffee maker (Yuuji): Yes ma'am!

Chef Cream Puff (Y/N): And if I really don't come by could you please tell big boss?

Coffee maker: You can count on me, captain!

"Yuuji said you won't be coming today... what's the sudden change?" Kento asked, continuing on whipping some cream.

"I remembered that I'll be responsible for today's special menu" You answered before putting on your designated apron and sanitary gloves.

As he was creating toppings and prepping ingredients, you went on and took the initiative of making the pastries. After sending off a good batch of chocolate chip cookies into the oven you stood tall and faced Nanami.

"I'm not avoiding you" He answered before you could even open your mouth.

"I'm only covering for you whenever you're unable to make it" He continued.

This revelation gave you a sense of lightness as you went on and continued to bake some goodies for today "But I do hate seeing you".

You stopped in your steps.

You were nothing but a good and doting employee to him and his cafe, why does he suddenly hate you out of nowhere. Maybe he had a reason?

"Why do you hate me, Nanami-sama—"

"Stop fucking calling me that... after everything you just forget it just like that?" He snapped.

You'd be a liar if you didn't confess about you and Kento's past with each other but then again, it was the past for a reason. Why bring it all up?

"I just... wasn't ready okay" You answered back.

"How about now? We are adults now after all" He approached you, his daunting height seemingly shadowing over you.

Back in your glory days, you and Kento had some sort of past, a past that included you and him in a romantic relationship cut short because you weren't completely ready with committing and wanting to focus more on your career. Kento was very understanding with your decision but he'd be a hypocrite if he didn't say that letting you go was one of the hardest decisions he's made, he wanted to be with you but he respected your wishes but everyday he hoped for you to come back to him.

Eventually, after graduating in culinary arts after leaving the sorcerer life you decided to work for a newly opened cafe just because you felt like it would be a great start but what you didn't know is that fate had something up its sleeve. When you first saw and found out that Kento owned the cafe you were obviously nervous and awkward the whole time he decided to visit his cafe, you could've taken a hint from the name alone but you thought that maybe it was another Nanami in the family but then again— Kento Nanami was the only one who was called Nanamin.

"Weren't ready..." He echoed.

"Kento... I'm sorry, it was just... I didn't want anyone to look at you differently for dating someone who dropped sorcery—"

"It's always about your wrongs, how about mine?" He cut you off.

Placing his large calloused hands on your shoulders, he leaned in and looked into your eyes.

"I just want you back... if you still love me that is"

"Kento..." You tried to pry yourself away from his grip as you were growing nervous from the close contact, even if you two used to be lovers you were never this close with each other.

"Look at me, please... reject me now so I can move on... So I can... I can no longer stay awake on sleepless nights hoping that you'd come back to me... please" His eyes were pleading for you to say something, to confirm something.

"If I don't want to reject you... what now?"

It took Kento's whole entire soul to not snap at you as you're making it so hard for him, instead of raising his voice against his will from the frustration he crashed his lips onto yours.

That kiss reminded you of your first but the only difference is that it wasn't soft and loving, it was a kiss of passion and anger as his hands unconsciously grabbed at her waist to keep her close. His kiss went from frustration to one of hunger and desperation, it was as if he's been waiting to do this again after all those wasted years.

Pulling away himself, both of you panted from that heated kiss that got both of your breaths away. The way he leaned in, the tip of his nose touching yours, you half thought he'd kiss you again not even a minute of recovering but then he just rested there, you could feel the way his hot breath made you even warmer than before.

"I'm so sorry... I shouldn't have done that" He breathed out, moving away but then you held him by his tie and kept him close.

"Please... I missed you"

From another kiss ended with you seated on the metal table in the kitchens, your clothes being utterly disregarded as Kento loosely took them off leaving you with only your undergarments. His hands brushing over the wasted cream causing your chest that he was fondling becoming covered by the white and creamy substance (it's not cum yet) until blobs of it covered not only your chest but also along your stomach.

"I'm so sorry... I got you all dirty" Kento said remorsefully after seeing how much he's gotten you dirty from the cream that was supposed to go on top the pastries.

"Let me... Clean them up..." With the intention of cleaning he instead made it worse, the guilt eating him up caused him to do the unthinkable but he thought about last minute anyways.

He's read countless books out of boredom, one of them having an intimate scene of both the characters in the kitchen where the character covered the other in cream and licking it all off as a form of stimulation. Keeping the scene in mind, he wanted to try it out with someone one day and now this was the time to try it.

Slowly moving his tongue out of his mouth, he licked off the cream that messed up your beautiful chest, stimulating your nipples in the long run making you let out a gasp as his wet muscle helped the air to get you to feel the coldness of the room where it houses only the two of you.

Something inside him just snapped.

Licking all of that cream off of your body in a slow and teasing manner until he got sick and tired of the remaining fabrics as he took them off with haste before going back and putting more cream on you to have more areas to lick, it was if he was going rabid from this only, as if you were some cake he'd love to eat.

"K-Kento, the kitchen will be a mess..." You breathed out, even in the heat of the moment you still thought of how looked down upon it was to do things other than cooking in a sanitized and professional area in the kitchen.

Kento thought about it as well but he wasn't the type to cut something like this short, it was just a hygiene control and this was a person who managed to turn his world upside down just for merely existing.

"Fuck it" He whispered.

His hands on your thighs, he lifted you up to sit more properly into the metal counter, knocking off some bowls in the making.

Finally unbuckling his belt he pulled out his aching cock, before he could even put it in you though you both heard the bell from the entrance of the cafe ring indicating that another staff has now arrived.

"Hide in the storage room" he whispered, giving you a quick kiss on your forehead before fixing himself up before the kitchen.

Running to the storage room with your clothes, you decided to just put it all on again, disregarding the cream that ruined your clothes. A few minutes in changing, your heart jumped when the storage room door opened but you calmed down when you saw that it was Kento.

"Yeah... says they were sick, don't worry though I'm covering for the pastry section today!" He spoke to the said staff.

From the voice alone you immediately knew that it was Gojo, one of the cheekiest staffs of the cafe and if he ever caught on to what you and the big boss himself were doing you'll never hear the end of it.

You snapped out of your thoughts when the storage room grew dim again, the door closed and Nanami was now right in front of you.

"We almost got caught" he stressed out, scared of what will happen to him especially that he was the boss if his employees found out that he was fucking someone in a professional establishment, fucking someone who was none other than the head pastry chef.

"What are you doing...?" He questioned as he saw you kneel down to the level of his crotch.

"You're so hard... poor you" You looked up at him with shiny eyes as your fingers played with his belt "May I? Pretty please, Kento...?" you begged.

Once Kento nodded, you began unbelting him and freeing his angry cock from its confinements. It was big and scary, you didn't think that the quiet kid from your class and the loving and sweet innocent man you once loved had been hiding such a beast under all that fabric.

"Be fast" His heart was pounding, both from the excitement of feeling your mouth on his cock and nervousness from getting caught.

You licked the underside of his base, making sure to trace every single prominent vein before licking the slit of his tip making him let out a groan as he placed his hand over his mouth. Devouring his dick in your mouth you began bobbing your head up and down while your hand jerked off the parts you couldn't take, you didn't focus on his cock alone though. Leaving his cock with a pop, your mouth now sucking on his heavy balls.

Your actions broke the stoic and calm man, if he wasn't trying to silence himself he would be a moaning mess but in the fear of getting caught he kept quiet— you didn't like it.

"Use me" This remark caught Kento off guard.

"N-Now...?"

Then they heard a knock on the door, it was Gojo.

"Big boss, I'm gonna run some errands. I haven't opened yet since it's not time yet, be right back!"

That made Kento's heart drop, you were definitely going to use this to your advantage.

You were forced up the metal door of the storage room as he pounded into you from behind, your soft gasps and his silent groans filling the room along with the sounds of skin colliding with each other "Let's do this fast... he'll... he'll be back" He panted out as he leaned as his hand snaked on one of your legs before pulling it up to make his cock sink deeper into you.

"K-Kento... fuck..." You tried holding onto the metal door but it was no use with how sweaty you've grown from the hot and steamy love you two were making with the threat of getting caught any second now.

He fucked his cock into you harder, his heavy balls slapping onto your ass while his other hand now found its way on your throat giving you a new sensation of being choked while your hole was choking on his thick girth.

"Fuck... fuck fuck fuck... darling... you're so fucking good" he cried as his hip started to stutter. You were ruining this man.

A few more thrusts, Kento stopped a bit "I'm gonna cum..." He warned.

"Cum inside me..." You said confidently.

"W-What...?"

"Breed me, Kento... fill me up" You were a cheeky little bastard. He knew already of your teasing and cheeky nature but he didn't know that the sassy and pretty little thing that he thought was so innocent ever since they first met was actually this dirty, he both hated it and loved it.

The thought of breeding you, claiming you.

It was just the last straw for him.

Fucking into you even harder and faster, it took no less than a minute before you both came at the same time. Your hole becoming filled to the brim by his thick creamy cum, it felt so good inside and you didn't want it to end.

As you were about to same something cheeky, Gojo's voice could be heard outside again.

"Big boss... I'm back!"

Kento cursed under his breath, helping you dress up before himself.

"I'll direct him somewhere else... use the back door and use my car, you know my place." He commanded, handing over his car keys.

He then left the storage room, you could hear Kento asking Gojo to do something outside of the kitchen. It was a few minutes later when there was three knocks on the metal door that hinted that you were allowed to go out, rushing out of the storage room you bid Kento goodbye before heading out by the backdoor.

You entered his car and started the engine, without thinking or looking back you went on and drove to his place. Too scared that someone might catch you.

Kento back in the cafe was directing the growing staff that entered that day around, Gojo and Yuuji then pulled him aside to talk about the stock that month when Yuuji brought something up.

"Why did I see captain cream puff leave just an hour ago... I thought she couldn't make it?" The poor boy asked.

"O-Oh, that? I just... asked her an errand is all" Kento lied.

Gojo was standing there with a cheeky smirk on his lips, he didn't know why but he hoped that Gojo wasn't piecing two and two together at that very moment.

"But why was she using your tie as a hair knot?" Yuuji asked again.

Before Kento could muster up another lie, Gojo then intervined by ruffling the younger's hair.

"You asked too many questions, go back to work!" The two then focused on serving the incoming customers, giving Kento some time to calm himself down as he was overthinking things.

Then, his phone vibrated. It was from you.

Y/N: Feels so lonely here... why don't you come and fill this cream puff up?

Y/N sent one image.

That one single image of you in his couch, all naked with his tie still keeping your hair up made him heat up. Shaking off all of those nasty thoughts he decided to go back to work, it was busy day anyways but he made sure that once he came home that day you'd still be willing to spread your legs for him.

After all, you were his sweet cream filled darling.

#nanami kento #jjk x reader #nanami x reader #jjk fanfic #nanami smut #jujutsu nanami #jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut

[themonotonysyndrome]

Sorry for the length of this, but you got me thinking! I feel like I should have started keeping an eye out on Erik not planning a lot of major plot points when he introduced Xavier right before the games, gave us no time to get to know him, then killed him and had characters (even Freelancer) react in a way like they were bffs with him like what in the Star Trek redshirt was that? But Inversion was so good otherwise to me that I ignored that.

I feel like I really should have taken more notice when Milo recovered from his Inversion injury after two videos (but Erik had personal reasons for that so I went sure). Then, after all this lore talk of how much bloodlust new vampires have and how much they struggle, we didn't see any of that with Lovely, but we were still not to far off from Inversion so I ignored it again lol.

There's some personal preference stuff where I get confused at his lack of consistent framing when it comes to consent where Alexis is the bitch and is more or less a villain (with little nuance so far in canon) for ignoring Sam's consent. But Cutie (with how Erik says they and Geordi aren't broken up) is framed as being able to work towards forgiveness despite years of ignoring Geordi's consent even after he cried about it to them.

I'm on the fence about his 'I intended Imperium season 2 to be the end' because I don't think it's the worst place to stop, but I do think that there's some more story to tell and if the views were a lot better then he probably wouldn't have stopped (only guessing here)?

I think what made me finally stop and wonder 'does he plan?' was how Quinn's capture (after all that build up) happened off-screen and only had Darlin' punch him while he was tied up. I thought the Summit was fine in a very Clue way, but watching the Vega video today had me go '...oh okay' which I don't mind deaths, but that shouldn't be a reaction to that lol.

I feel like I want to give one more of his big plotlines a chance and hope he's planned that one, but idk. The guy capable of making Inversion has to be able to do something even sort of to that level again hopefully??

Don't apologise, Anon! I love reading your thoughts.

Xavier was the beginning. Yes, I was also emotionally devastated; it added stakes to the Inversion, but a part of me always wondered if killing off a character was the only way Erik could add impact to the Inversion? Because no matter how good the angst is, if you introduce a character, make them have ties with one of the main cast and later kill them just to add depth to the main cast, it feels very cheap.

Maybe this is me being salty, but making Milo unable to Shift for at least a few more videos before his Core is healed enough would've been better. The anxiety of not knowing if he became truly magicless and the trauma that would bring would be a better alternative to Xavier's death. I feel like Erik is so damn afraid to do anything bad to his cash cows nowadays. That aftermath from the Summit? The talk that David had with Angel or whatever? That was honest to go foreplay. Yes, the Shaw Pack was affected by William's plan; they saw a murder happening right in front of them, boo hoo... boo hoo. The Summit is absolutely nothing when compared to the Inversion, where hello? Actual and thousands of deaths occurred!?

That thing with Lovely, and how well and quickly did they transition into the Vampiric lifestyle? Lame. Boring. Where's the struggle? Oh right, the fandom scared Erik badly enough to scrap Bright Eyes.

Also, I get that Erik's movie is Clue, and he was trying to do the same for the Summit, but it just turned into, 'Great idea, bad execution' kind of video. Meh.

That Alexis and Cutie parallels... I never noticed that before, Anon! Huh! You have a good eye when it comes to details. Listen, I love Alexis. I love Cutie. I love deeply flawed characters, and I also love deeply flawed characters that either own up to it or revel in their shittiness. I just want Cutie and Geordi to break up already so Cutie can find someone on their level, and Geordi can find someone with enough patience to deal with him and his baggage. Though both of them need to work on their own stuff first, tbh. Cutie is not blameless, and neither is Geordi.

Will we get an Imperium Season 2, though, Anon? I already don't have faith in Erik's story writing so I'm not looking forward to he'll fucked up another series.

Ah! So Quinn's Ending was your tipping point, Anon. I hate Sam and Darling but even I believe they deserve better. Though I giggled when Darling beat up a tied-up Quinn as a way to get their revenge. Oooo, so badass! What a strong Listener! You feel empowered at that moment, Anon? I feel like I was ridiculed after everything, IMO.

Vega's death was a slap in the face to me because of the utter disrespect. You built this character up to be ancient, manipulative, powerful, only for him to moan and die? Wow! I wondered if he actually hated Vega! This might be a gambit, and Vega might be faking his death, or this is some part of his plan, but I don't care anymore. At least give him a proper end, ya know? Again, same with Quinn's situation. I FEEL RIDICULOUS FOR EVER INVESTED IN THE SERIES.

I'm not morbidly curious to see how he's gonna fuck up Project Meridian. I don't doubt that Erik can create a new series that starts off fantastically, only for it to end like a wet fart. Let's hope Inversion isn't his one-hit-wonder, eh?

#monotony's rambling #redacted asmr #redacted audio

[guster-animations]

gonna write a video review soon but here are the notes i wrote as i read stellarlune for the first time. not sure if im gonna put all my opinions in the video so here it is. warning: there’s a Lot

(bolded points are unanswered questions)

who tf is elysian

WHY IS AMYS MOM MAKING HER TRY ON DRESSES. WHY DID AMY SAY SHE WAS WITH HER MOM. DID THE HUMAN PARENTS GET DIVORCED SO EMMA COULD REMARRY??? 

(later in reading) or theyre having a baby .-. or both??

WHY WASNT THIS ANSWERED IN THE CONVERSATION ARE THEY SAVING IT FOR AN EMOTIONAL MOMENT HUH

fuck no are they actually reintroducing foxfire into the main plot

ok theyre doing glimmer now shes elysian im calling it

SHES GOT BEEF WITH THE HEKSES??? HUH

shes a poc!! fan freaking tastic it would be annoying if she wasnt

WAIT I WAS WONDERING ABOUT THAT TRIBUNAL A FEW SAYS AGO WHEN I REREAD BOOK 1! I NOTICED THAT! 

HHAAAAAA trix theyre really doing all the reveals… wait this is the only reveal. rayni has only been here since book 8

wow they really did not need another addition to the main cast (rayni)

where is the gay. give me lesbiana already

rayni calling out fitz’s low involvement in the narrative… and him getting anger issues at that

how long is this dialogue going to be… pg 120 to 168?!

dislike how stirullinh is just regarded as a single entity. at least make them gayer

oh so rayni’s just going to be in jail for the rest of the book ok that makes sense

love how sophie butts into the conversation reminding us that she, the main character, hasnt spoken for like half the chapter

“are we seriously going to let sophie tell us what to do” says stina, who is on a secret government team led by sophie

sophie being unnecessarily mean to fitz WHYYYYY why are we twisting fitz into someone who is a bad person?? i hate this so much

keeper gang breaking up my beloathed…

is this a 9/11 reference???

(screenshot of text saying “Besides, anyone who’s studied basic battle strategy knows you have to take down the greatest symbols of power—preferably in a big, dramatic way if you want the public to submit to your rule.”)

oh this cache opening thingg is going to be SUPER long

is shannon’s self insert oralie??? shannon does think of sophie as her child

alright last call for nb elysian here we go

wow incredible hetero love story just what i read this book for

wait hold on wheres elysian

THIS IS MEMORY 2/7??? IM GONNA BE HERE ALL NIGHT

halfway thru and so far it’s been all fluff and no action or huge revelations. if youre gonna reveal trix do it earlier for gods sake this is unbearable

ro is DEFINITELY gonna be a big discussion point in the video. she is present for the entire first half of the book (minus the cache section) and clearly only there to keep the mood lighter and she directly acknowledges an awful lot of the series’ glaring problems. almost like shannon KNOWS they’re there and is trying to deflect the blame and place it on the characters instead through ro

ro is not subtle at all. including her saying that sophie’s probably gonna have to kill lady gisela herself. gee okay awesome can’t wait for the final battle next book. i bet its gonna be just as awfully drawn out as what you’ve put me through today. thanks stellarlune

are they saving ALL the emotional revelations for the climax?  elysian, trix’s identity, amy’s dresses all at once?  at least give me SOME drama this is agony

sokeefe-biana thing mentioned please at least follow up on that by the end [of the series] ik it’ll probably be disappointing but i need some sort of closure

grady edaline fitz etc being simplified to stereotypes/one note

fitz only being used to add flavor to sokeefe… at least sokeefe is a good ship. i dont hate sokeefe for what it is i hate it for what it stands for and i will die before i ship it

(screenshot of text saying “And almost as if her Mentor knew—even though he couldn’t possibly—he leaned in and murmured, ‘In my experience, you can never trust a Guster.’”)

lolllll i wish ^

even though i hated foxfire in book 1 its actually pretty nice to have it back again?  we havent had foxfire since books 2 or 3 so its kind of nostalgic and a nice break from the drama. and obviously exposition of some sort

ojhhhhh so redhead marella IS intentional and not an artistic choice on the cover. both disappointing and not at the same time

NO GLAM NO NO NO HES GAY NO STFU WRONG

(a screenshot of text that reads “‘At least Sophie has updates,’ Dex snapped. ‘What have you been doing? Following Linh, Marella and Maruca while they do important stuff?’”)

how did you know [i was doing exactly that], dex dizznee ^

FITZ BEING A GOOD PERSON AND SOPHIE BLOCKING HIM USING HER PTSD AS AN EXCUSE! THERE IT IS

ok so fitz is trying to be the voice of reason and sophie’s moral caution but it conflicts with his actions in flashback so sophie doesnt trust him?  ok yeah that makes sense

JENSI NO MY BOY

“thanks for not looking at me like im defective” special abilities [vs talentless ppl] metaphor for ableism real???

the cognate inquisition is gonna end in another sad breakup isnt it

tiergan queercoding [has gone to hypothetical] level 13

FITZ IS INSECURE!!! he thinks sophie isnt fully honest with him because he doesnt deserve her trust!!! we did it!

and sophie’s aversion to honesty comes from the trauma she experienced from 7 years of exposure to the thoughts of everyone around her! oh my god its almost like theyre BELIEVABLE CHARACTERS

im glad we didnt have to sit through the actual cognate inquisition because that would be boring as hell but why doesnt that happen more often? skipping through the boring parts?? why do i only see this in telepathy class

for a split secobd i let myself believe that this is leading up to a sokeefitz threesome. stupid brain

i am being SO VIGILANT about not hearing any spoilers or opinions. i havent even skipped to the last page of the book! im doing awesome im so proud of myself

absolutely in LOVE with how good of an analogy for racism and ableism this whole series provides

NOT THESE FUCKERS AGAIN NOOO [the trolls]

oh so linh and tam are suddenly unbreakable again yeah sure

does white-purple-yellow-pink mean anything?

the books close to being over, is this gonna lead into a long climax [at meeting with trix]

also very glad they just cut straight to the meeting with trix after saying it would happen

“such dramatics” says vespera

here it comes…… the big trix reveal………..

NO GOD DAMNIT THE FRENCHMEN LIED

ah here comes the climax

there is a much more singular and alternating focus on characters than legacy/flashback’s widespread all-at-once thing

oh boy its him again. the awful familiarity of this dialogue. i hate it

we still havent gotten to the climax…

what about amy…

peeked ahead. the frenchmen did not lie. the entire country of france has regained my trust

WHY DO THE BABY ALICORNS LIKE THE WORD “JERK”

wrote “hold on has he gone numb holy shit” and deleted it too soon HOLY CRAP

numbness manifests as depression for keefe!!!!!!

ope yep training with grady. that was sudden. it’s every 12 year olds dream

fully expecting the climax to be a big showdown/ambush on the elysian island with gisela

WOW WHO WOULDVE GUESSED 

wait hold on was this the only fight scene in the entire book. 

(a day later) oh right vespera died. does that count as a lame minor character death or a major character death.  i have to cross something out on my bingo card

i wouldnt call the death “lame” so major character death it is

WAIT there’s still hope for elysian to be nb. if im proven right and there’s a plethora of explicit queer characters as soon as book 10 opens that would be both amazing and horrible

ok in conclusion this was DEFINITELY better than legacy and probably better than flashback and nightfall. lemme rate eqch book to see how it compares

7/10

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idfk

8.5/10

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8.5.  7.5/10

9. 7/10

plot: 7/10

characters: 9/10

pacing: 4/10

writing: 6/10

cool

#terrorism tw #death tw #stellarlune spoilers #keeper of the lost cities #kotlc video essay #op #kotlc stellarlune

[pierrelapsac]

Lestappen boarding School #12

The fic will be updating chronologically from now on, with the occasional angsty trip back in time. I've edited the dates but this follows directly on from #11

Read the neater version on my AO3...

21st September 2019

By Thursday morning Max had his plan. He would take back control of this the same way he did everything planning and rules and expectations. If he could set this up as something stable and productive both he and Charles could benefit. He just had to trust that Charles would want this too. Daniel found him, at breakfast, in a new mood which was never something he was good at hiding. 

“Maxy, maxy, maxy.” Daniel said standing behind him giving his shoulders a squeeze.

“You’re looking tense today.”

“When is he not?” Carlos asked, eyebrows raised sitting down opposite him. Daniel took the seat next to Max, grabbing the butter knife straight from his hands. 

“Oi” 

“Max, has different kinds of stress, and from the misfortune of being his roommate I am privy to most of them.” Daniel joked, holding the butter knife out of Max’s reach.

“Mate don’t push it or you won’t get any of my maths notes.” Max said pointing at the knife.

“Ahhh.” Dan said, still holding the knife away with his other hand over his heart. “You wouldn’t do that to me surely, your truest friend.” 

Max gave up, picked up the jam spoon and flicked it into Dan’s hair, which really did make him panic because he absolutely did not have time to fix this before whichever girl he liked at that moment was going to see him. Max grabbed the knife from Daniels hand while he was distracted. 

“Ahh you cun-.”

“Hi boys,” Isa interrupted, smiling daggers at daniel. She slid into the seat next to Carlos, who’s arm stretched around her. 

“Ay Daniel, you should maybe clean that.” Carlos said, pointing at the jammy dollop that slid down Dan's forehead. Dan huffed and grabbed a few handfuls of toast, jogging back towards the dorms. 

“Oh Max?” Isa asked. “I was wondering if you had finished your personal statement yet, do you want to swap and compare?”

“You never asked to compare mine?” Carlos asked, feigning offence. 

“You’re not Max Verstappen.” Isa laughed him off and then looked back at Max. “You don’t have to, but It’s so frustrating not to know how much everyone else has got.”

“Sure.” Max nodded. He would need to finish it first. 

“Oh and we need to find volunteers for the ball for the end of the year.” Isa reminded him. God he was falling behind with the Charles mess. Isa turned to Carlos. “You can help, we’ll have loads of girls. I think it should be a balance.” Carlos groaned but a few hush words in Spanish shut him up again. Max smiled at them. The gayness hadn’t been so much of a suprise, Max had had to deal with that revelation when Carlos and Isa had gotten together last year. A nice girl he’d never had any interest in started dating his good friend and all of a sudden Max was getting angry at everything around him. It’d taken him a few months to figure it out and another few to get over it.

*

Me

Meet me after 5th period prefect's room.

12:34

Charles never replied but he showed up nonetheless, eyeing Max up as he stepped into the room, pulling a chair out to sit opposite Max. Charles eyed the glass door and then looked back at him with a wink.

“Bit risque, even for me.” Charles said.

“I just wanted to talk.” 

“Okay then.” Charles rocked back a little in his chair. He was leaning back with his tie loose and his buttons undone like he’d had the Saturday before when they’d met to walk to the rugby match. Maybe Max was starting to understand why the girls rolling their skirts up was such a big deal. 

“Have you written your statement?” Max asked.

“Oh now I feel like I’ve been called to see the headmaster.” Charles kicked his foot forward to nudge Max’s ankle. It made Max’s breath hitch watching Charles push his trouser leg up a little. 

“Have you written it?” Max repeated.

“I’ve started… Sir.” Charles dragged out the sir taking note of the way it made Max shift in his seat. 

“I’ve not finished either.” That was a surprise to Charles, one he didn’t bother to hide. He raised his eyebrows and sat forward a little.

“Why, I mean there’s loads of time but -.” 

“If we’re going to mess around, we may as well- listen, you're smart.”

“You said.”

Max sighed. “So we can probably help each other in another way.”

“Let's see your statement then.” Charles gestured to Max’s bag. After a hesitation Max set his laptop up on the table between them. 

“The parts in bold I might take out, then I’ve got the next page with some extra parts I might put in -” Max stopped when he figured Charles wasn’t paying much attention, his eyes skimming down the page quickly. Charles leaned forward when he was focusing, right down to the table like he was breathing the information in. It made his unbuttoned shirt hang off him showing Max further down his chest the dip in between his pecs where the necklace he wore sometimes would sit. 

“I didn’t know you had done work experience in law.” Charles said.

“It’s still relevant, for PPE, logic, critical thinking…” 

“Write that then,” Charles typed the words in rough at the end of the paragraph. “How did they let you in there?”

“Friend of my dads.” Max shrugged. Charles glanced up at him and hummed.

“Don’t write that part… maybe you should put more about your EPQ, it might be less impressive but that’s all you, they know kids from schools like this have connections, but you’re smart too, they need to know that.”

It was all making Max feel a little exposed. 

“Let’s see yours then.” Max said.

Charles turned and grabbed a thick notebook out of his bag pulling Max’s laptop towards him making room for it infront of Max. He flipped through the first few scruffy dog eared pages to one with a long bullet pointed list.

“- It’s in french?”

“It’s just the draft,” Charles laughed.

“I can’t read this, for fucks sake,” Max squinted at Charles chicken scratch for a familiar word.

“Ferrari?” He asked, looking up at Charles a little surprised. 

Charles grinned, clearly satisfied he had impressed. “That’s where I’m gonna work, after university.”

“You’re confident,”

The door opened then and Isa came in with Charlotte, another of the prefects. Both girls looked a little surprised to see them sitting together, not helped by how quickly Max shut his laptop, not eager to show his unfinished statement to Isa yet. 

“Oh,” Isa said, she bit her lip and then looked at Max. “Have you talked to any of the boys about joining the ball committee?”

Max stuttered a little but Charles interrupted. 

“I’ll join,” He flashed a smile at Charlotte who giggled in return. Max felt his face flash red. 

“Perfect.” Charlotte replied. “You’re so good for the french club.”

Charles' smile turned to Max, “The kids love me.” he said, emphasising the word love.

Charles pretended to ignore the way Isa and Charlotte beamed at each other. Charlotte being pretty and French like Charles, it made sense he supposed.

#lestappen #f1 fic #charles leclerc #max verstappen

[titanicfreija]

A New Angle

"Empress! Would you like to select a frequency to call ours? It's a thing Ghosts do when we make friends, keep a low level scan on a channel to stay in contact."

"Perhaps pre-arranged events, consistency will be easily traced."

"Fair enough."

"Your Guardian held up well, today."

"Sorry about the swearing."

"I have been on the battlefield. I can think of only a few things she could say that I would find truly offensive."

"I know, but still."

"I doubt she learned any respect for authority from you."

".... Rude."

"Truth can be."

"Rude!"

~

"I did not expect the intensity with which your Guardian speaks of you..."

"...?"

"I apologized for ordering her to kill you. I now apologize for bringing harm to your Guardian in that act. I continue underestimating the effect of my actions."

"What?"

"I am sorry."

"Oh, that's not necessary. She's okay, and I know you didn't know. That's why we're friends, now!"

"I appreciate your willingness to come forth. Is this love between Guardian and Ghost typical? She mentioned luck, and that others do not, but also treated a similar bond as expected."

"Well. If there's a scale. And one was pure hate and ten was pure love, more than seventy percent are at least at a five, and twenty percent could be at an eight or higher. Me and Freija land in eight, comfy. Most of the time."

"Are there any ones?"

"Not that I know of."

"What would you say is the lowest number you've witnessed?"

"Rex and Thomas, easy, occilate between a three and a four."

"You have mentioned these before. I did not expect the empathy."

"Why not?"

"I did not think they would find commonality between each other and their bonds with their Ghosts. Each is individual, as you have stated. The constants seem limited to the resurrection. The connection is consistent?"

"From... Pair to pair? I think so? The same thing that calls us to them, I think, is that tie between us."

"You are more casual about this connection."

"I lived without her for a very long time. Having it is special to me but it's not as... Big, I guess? As it is for the Guardians. They never lived without us, so that connection is one of the biggest things in their lives. So empathizing with each other is also big."

"If the bond is similar, why are the relationships so different?"

"Why wouldn't they be? Your love at a seven on that scale looks different from mine. It probably even looks different for you depending on who you love!"

"Fair. Is the empathy common?"

"I think hers is intense but everyone that hears about a Ghost-Guardian separation where someone can't resurrect or be resurrected for whatever reason-- everyone that hears about it would flinch."

"Interesting. Tangentially, what is this mercy directed at the Hive Ghosts?"

"The Throne World-- since we're the invaders, she leaves them up when we visit. She'll kill the Lightbearer and run away. She decided to do that on her own."

"You Ghosts are quite valued. Almost revered. And yet they speak to you with so little respect."

"We're friends and I've seen her entrails; respect and dignity are both long gone."

"..."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong. I am merely pensive. This revelation has grown to a full dawning and yet I learn more still. Would you agree that killing one permanently without the other is sadistic?"

"Depends. Trying to save one because you can't save both? No. But doing it for the sake of it is. And it wouldn't surprise me to hear about suicidal ones."

"Have there been occasions where the Ghost could no longer resurrect their Guardians?"

"The Hive have some nasty stuff in their arsenals that can bypass our healing."

"Ah."

"Yeah, there's... It's ugly. We usually die without our Guardians. If something has killed them beyond our saving, we are likely somewhere dangerous to us and can't escape."

"Hm."

"What is it?"

"... I am again considering the mistake of my command."

"It's okay, really. You didn't know."

"My ignorance went without correction for quite some time. Why?"

"If you want me to guess-- cos that's all it is-- Commander Zavala didn't feel the need to correct you and no one else knows what happened. The few people Freija told never heard about you. Commander Zavala wouldn't have told anyone, either, to spare any possible consequences, even just personal or political ones. He didn't talk about it with Freija until I asked, too. I think it made him uncomfortable."

"Likely."

"What did he say to explain?"

"That neither he nor any other Guardian could have done it. I asked you shortly after."

"Oh yeah."

"... Would the other Guardians forgive this mistake?"

"... Ahh... Immediately? Ikora would, Eris would understand but probably be sick. Shaxx would try and so would Saint, but Saint and Gepetto are close, so they'd take a minute. Osiris.... I don't know, you'd have to ask him, I think he was busy being mad at Freija like you were. All of us understand you didn't know, there was no reason for you to."

"Is it hidden intentionally?"

"No, but there's no way to see it without following a single Guardian literally everywhere constantly."

"I feel foolish."

"I'm glad I got to help with that! I mean.... Um. "

"Ha!"

~~~

Hard Questions

New Angle <-

Honest

Radio Chat

Scripted Questions

Battlefield

Fear

Enlightening

More like Interrogation

(In)humanity

Underlying

Ghost Affection

#destiny 2 #d2 #ocs #writing #scribble #sunny #dialogue #caiatl #empress caiatl

[lesfeldickbiblestudy]

  Through the Bible with Les Feldick LESSON 2 * PART 3 * BOOK 72 THE BIG PICTURE PRE-TRIBULATION RAPTURE (CONTINUED ...) - 3 I Cor. 9:17; Eph. 1:10; Eph. 3:2; Col. 1:25 It is good to have everybody back. We can get started on our third program this afternoon.  For those of you joining us on television, if this is the first time you’re catching us, why, we we’re just an informal Bible study.  Our only goal is to get folks to study their own Bible on their own and get over the idea that you can’t understand it. Because if you know how to open it up, rightly divide it as we call it, and keep some of these areas separated one from the other, it’s really not that difficult.  That’s really our approach in this series of programs.  It is to show why this dispensation of the Grace of God is so uniquely different from all the rest of Scripture. You know, I always use the word – it’s insulated.  It is just literally insulated from all the rest of Scripture.  No other part of the Bible has any reference to it.  You can’t find it but only through the revelation given to the Apostle Paul.  So, that’s what we’re honing in on for these series of programs. Okay, my little wife is the one who always keeps things on track.  She just reminded me to again remind our listening audience that the one and only book that we have produced is available for only $11.  My, we’ve had a tremendous response about how people enjoy that little book.  It answers 88 or so questions that most people have about the Bible. All the answers come from our previous television programs. It also makes a great gift for others. We get so many phone calls asking if we have something that is particularly related to Paul.  Well, I would have never thought of it, but she did.  And that was our Aegean Cruise a couple of years ago. All of our Bible lessons were in answer to the question, “Why Paul?” I’d like to remind even you today—Why the Apostle Paul?  Jesus had Twelve.  They had the Old Testament prophets, and John had already written Revelation. Why do we need the Apostle Paul?   Well, we answer that in a series of eight hours on our Aegean Cruise, and it’s been well received.  Otherwise, we wouldn’t even suggest to people to buy it.  But it’s well worth the few bucks that we ask for that one. All right, now we’re going to keep right on where we’ve been all afternoon on this dispensation of the Grace of God, and why it is so different from everything else in Scripture. Come back with me to Colossians chapter 1 dropping in at verse 24.  Remember that way back in the previous taping, we put on the board the four references in the New Testament that use this word dispensation, so that someone doesn’t come and say that’s not even a biblical word.  Oh, yes it is.  It’s Holy Spirit inspired and it means what it says and it says what it means. A dispensation is a period of time during which God is dealing with the human race under its own set of directions.  The dispensation of grace we’re in today is totally different from the directions under the dispensation of law.  Totally different than the dispensation directions that God gave to Adam and Eve or even some of the other Old Testament economies. But here in Colossians chapter 1 verse 24 the Apostle of the Gentiles is writing to Gentiles.  I guess I should read the last part of verse 23. Colossians 1:23b “…whereof I, Paul am made a minister;” Now I just happened to think.  Come back with me, keep your hand here.  This is what I call Bible study.  Romans chapter 15, this is a verse that we’ve used a lot of times in other circumstances, but the same word.  It’s what I like people to learn to do, compare words with words.  And if it means one thing in one place, it means the same thing in another place.  It’s the same word. You’ll recognize it as soon as you see it.  Paul says: Romans 15:8 “Now I say that Jesus Christ was (What?) a minister (a sent one) of the circumcision (Israel) for the truth of God, to confirm (or to bring

to fruition, or to fulfill) the promises made unto the fathers:” Now that was the purpose of Christ’s ministry in coming to the Nation of Israel at His first advent. All right, now back here at Colossians, Paul, too, is a sent one—not to Israel, but to the Gentile world.  That’s what I want folks to see.  You don’t just jumble this all up together.  Christ had His ministry to Israel.  This man’s ministry is to the non-Jewish world.    All right, so he says in verse 23. Colossians 1:23b  “…whereof I, Paul am made a minister;” By whom?  By the ascended Christ.  He’s the one that designated him.  He’s the one who spoke to Ananias back there in Acts chapter 9, and what did He tell him?  Don’t be afraid of him, Ananias, I’m going to send this man far hence to the Gentiles.  So, that’s been the name of the game since it started.  All right, now verse 24. Colossians 1:24a “Who (This minister of the Grace of God, this Apostle Paul) now rejoice in my sufferings for you,…” What’s he talking about?  Well, he’s about at the end of his ministry.  He’s in prison in Rome, and even though he may have had a short respite where he came out of prison for a little bit, it wasn’t long. They arrested him a second time and that went on to his martyrdom. When you realize that his suffering—again I’m going to use these verses, even though I’ve used them many times before, come back with me to II Corinthians chapter 11. Because I know I’ve got people out there in TV-land that have no idea of what he’s talking about.  They don’t have a clue how this man suffered for the sake of the Gospel the whole 24 or 25 years of his ministry without a let up.  Paul was constantly under all the pressures of the persecution from the Jews and from the pagans.  The beggaries of weather, the tempests of sea, they were all part of his ministry.  And he couldn’t just take a flight from Athens to Rome or from there; almost all of it was either on foot or by ship. All right II Corinthians 11 and he does this by the inspiration of the Holy Spirit to confront the Corinthian church for not recognizing his apostleship.  They too, just like today, were putting him down.  Well, who are you?    Jesus we know.  Peter we know.  Apollos we know, but who are you?  Well, he was the one that brought them out of paganism.  They should have known him. All right, so in chapter 11 he defends his apostleship.  All right, verse 22, in reference to the Twelve, who, of course, were the kingpins of everything because of the three years they had spent with Jesus in His earthly ministry.  Now you’ve got to remember the time factor here.  That wasn’t all that long ago. II Corinthians 11:22 “Are they (The Twelve) Hebrews?  so am I.  Are they Israelites?  so am I.  Are they the seed of Abraham?  so am I.”  I think he could have just as well said, “Are they Jews?  So am I.”  So, I usually use this verse to prove that all these terms used throughout Scripture all meant the same people, the Nation of Israel, the Jewish people. All right, but that’s not the point I wanted to make, verse 23. II Corinthians 11:23 “Are they (The Twelve, Apollos) the ministers of Christ?  (Now, here comes the man’s humility.  Even though it was inspired, he hated to do this.  I know he did.) (I speak as a fool) I am more; (More what?  The minister of Christ) in labors more abundant,…” Why, he did more in one year than the Twelve did in however many years they lived until they were martyred.  There’s no record of how much the Twelve accomplished after Israel rejected everything.  Not that much.  But here Paul has labored amongst the Gentiles with fruit like we will never understand until we get to Glory.  So, he says, “I am more.” II Corinthians 11:23b “…in labors more abundant, in stripes, (That is the stripes of the scourgings, the cat of nine tails as we call them.) in stripes above measure, in prisons more frequent, in deaths often.”  Now that’s plural, so it was near death, not that he died over and over, but that he was so close to death over and over.

II Corinthians 11:24-25a “Of the Jews five times I received forty stripes save one. (That’s thirty nine. He went through that five times.  Few men could survive one.) 25. Three times I was beaten with rods, (That was unmerciful.  Again, we can’t comprehend what it was to be beaten with those rods.) once was I stoned,…” Up there in what is present day Turkey, in Asia Minor.  Out of the town, I think it was Derbe and Lystra.  They drug him out like a dead horse.  They literally dragged him out of the city for dead. II Corinthians 11:25b “…thrice I suffered shipwreck, a night and a day I have been in the deep.” Now you’ve got to remember, they didn’t have helicopters and search planes.  They were out there on the ocean with probably little hope of ever being found. II Corinthians 11:26-27 “In journeyings (or traveling) often, in perils of waters, in perils of robbers, in perils by mine own countrymen, (the Jews) in perils by the heathen, (That is the Greeks and the Romans or anybody else.) in perils in the city, in perils in the wilderness, in perils in the sea, in perils among false brethren; 27. In weariness and painfulness, in watchings (In other words, I suppose almost in fear of his life being taken.) in hunger and thirst, in fastings often, in cold and nakedness.”  Not a very pretty lifestyle, was it?  How many preachers today would do it?  No, if they can’t jet someplace, they’re not going to go.  But, oh, how this man suffered and suffered and suffered.  And then on top of all of that-- II Corinthians 11:28 “Besides those things that are without, that which cometh upon me daily, the care of all the churches.” Or these little assemblies of his believers.  Okay, come back to Colossians.  Now I’ve reminded you of what he’s talking about when he speaks of the afflictions in his flesh, Colossians 1:24b-25a “…for the sake of the body of Christ, which is the church.  25. Whereof I am made a minister, according to the dispensation of God which is given to me for you,…”  Notice that that’s almost a carbon copy of Ephesians chapter 3 verse 2.   And what was the dispensation?  That set of directions that make the composite Body of Christ what it is. We are all one in Christ.  We have all been saved by the same Gospel, which is faith in the death, burial, and resurrection (that finished work of the cross) plus nothing else.     We are all under the same set of directions for walking the Christian walk. We’re going to look at that in a little bit.  This is all part of what Paul refers to as the directions for the dispensation of the Grace of God. Colossians 1:26a “Even the mystery (Or this secret, see how over and over this word pops up in his writings?) which hath been hid...”  Now you remember, oh, we’ve got to do this again.  That’s the only way you learn.  I don’t care if I do it over and over and over.  Go back to Luke 18.  We looked at it the last time we were together at taping.  But you’ve got to learn how to just almost memorize these things and be ready to use them, because this is what most of Christendom, your Sunday school classes, can’t get through their head.  That all these things were supernaturally kept secret until God revealed it in His own time.  That’s where His Sovereignty comes in. That’s what He said back in Exodus 19.  “All the earth is mine!”  I can do whatever I want.  It’s mine.  All right, now look what happened in Luke 18.  For those of you out in television, in case you missed this program, why here it is, verse 31.  This is at the end of Jesus’ earthly ministry. They’re up in Northern Israel, and they’re about ready to go back south to Jerusalem to the Passover, the Crucifixion, and all that followed. Luke 18:31 “Then he took unto him the twelve, (the original twelve disciples) and said unto them, Behold, we go up to Jerusalem, and all things that are written by the prophets concerning the Son of man shall be accomplished.”   Now, do you see what He said?  Everything that was written back there in the Old Testament concerning Him are about to be fulfilled.

  That’s what He’s telling them.  But they don’t know what He’s talking about.  Those things were so hidden in the Old Testament that the ordinary, everyday reader never caught it, but Jesus knew they were there.  All right, so He said, “It shall be accomplished.”  Now verse 32, He’s going to remind them of what the Old Testament prophesied: Luke 18:32-33a “For he shall be delivered unto the Gentiles, (That’s the Romans.) and shall be mocked, and spitefully entreated, and spitted on:  33.  And they shall scourge him,…”  Well, who did all that?  The Romans. Now, when we take our tours to Israel we usually, not always, but we usually try to start where they began His taunting and His beating and playing games with Him. The Romans soldiers actually had a series of circles drawn in the stone.  It was almost like tic-tac-toe, and they would make games with their prisoners.  And Christ was no different.  They would taunt them and torture them and everything, and that was even before He came out and made His way in what the Catholics like to practice through the stations of the cross.  But nevertheless, it was up there at the beginning of His walk to Calvary that these Romans accomplished all of this.  They mocked Him, they mistreated Him, they spit on Him, and they scourged Him.  And then verse 33: Luke 18:33 “And they shall scourge him, and put him to death: (Now, He doesn’t say they’ll crucify Him, He just says they’ll put Him to death.) and the third day he shall rise again.”  Speaking of His resurrection.  Now, it’s all plain English, isn’t it?  But don’t stop there.  Read the next verse. Luke 18:34 “And they (The Twelve, these twelve men who’ve been with Him for three years.  You’d almost think that they could interpret anything He said by now.) understood (What’s the next word?) none of these things: (Not a word of this did they understand. Why?) and this saying was hid from them, neither knew they the things which were spoken.”    How do I always follow that?  Who hid it?  Well, God did!  God supernaturally hid it even though they just heard it in plain language.  They weren’t supposed to know, so He hid it from them.  I think I mentioned in the last taping, why did all this happen?  For our benefit as Gentile believers.  Now we can see that He knew exactly what was coming, but on the other hand the Twelve didn’t. They didn’t know the Romans were going to crucify Him.  And when He was hanging on the cross, they had no idea that He would be raised from the dead.  We showed that in John’s Gospel chapter 20 when they saw the evidence at the tomb. Verse 9, I think it is, in chapter 20 says “for as yet they knew not the Scripture that He must rise from the dead.”  They didn’t know.  Why?  God kept all these things secret.  Totally secret until we get to the Apostle of the Gentiles. All right, back to Colossians chapter 1, this is what he’s talking about.  Even though these things may have been in veiled language, it still wasn’t understood by anyone because God didn’t expect them to.  It wasn’t time to understand it.  All right, verse 26 again, this mystery, this secret, “which hath been hid (by God) from ages and from generations, but now (through this apostle) these things are made manifest to his saints.”  The unbelieving world still can’t get it.  But we who believe have the Holy Spirit’s unction to understand.  Now we can make sense out of the whole thing.  All right, now then verse 27. Colossians 1:27 “To whom God would make known what is the riches of the glory of this mystery (This singular one.  There are many, but now we’re talking about this one.) this (singular) mystery (What is it?) among the Gentiles; which is Christ in you, the hope of glory:” Now, if we just read that casually, we think, well, so what?  But now wait a minute.  Did the Gentiles have any idea of this kind of a relationship with the God of Abraham?  Why they didn’t even know who He was.  They didn’t know who Jehovah was.  Oh, they knew who Zeus was and Apollos and all the gods and goddesses of paganism, but to know the God of Israel?  No.

  He was totally unknown. In fact, I knew I’d get to it sometime this afternoon. Come back with me to Ephesians chapter 2.  I always have to wait for the opening, but here it comes—Ephesians chapter 2 verses 11 and 12.  Now, I know people probably almost grin at me when I make some of these statements and think, well, that’s just your idea.  No, it’s what the Book says.  If it’s my idea I always say so.   I say, this is what I think.  But these things, no, this is what the Word of God says.  These Gentiles have no idea of anything concerning the God of Israel.  Nothing.    All right, verse 11 and he’s writing to Gentiles up at Ephesus.  So it’s a Gentile letter. Ephesians 2:11 “Wherefore remember, (call to mind) that ye being in time past Gentiles in the flesh, (That is by genealogy and by birth.) who are called Uncircumcision by those who are called the Circumcision in the flesh made by hands;” In other words, Jews referred to Gentiles as the uncircumcised.  Now look at verse 12 and again this is plain language. Ephesians 2:12 “That at that time (While Israel was still under God’s covenant relationships, they were the chosen Nation.) ye (uncircumcised Gentiles in verse 11) were without Christ, (or a Messiah) being aliens from the commonwealth of Israel, (You had no part in Israel’s dealings with God.) and strangers from the covenants of promise, (You see what that means?  They had no part in those covenant relationships, none.)having no hope, and without  God in the world:”  That’s why they were all steeped in paganism.  That’s all they knew.  They’d offer those animals by the thousands and turn around with all their immoral activity and thought that they were somehow ready for whatever eternity they were looking for.  And remember, even the pagans were looking for an eternal life one way or another.  That was not a biblical concept alone.  They all had the idea of the afterlife.  All right, but they were without hope, because all they had was the gods and goddesses of mythology, “and they were without God in the world.” Now, do you have to be a seminary graduate to understand that?  That’s plain language.  That was the lot of the non-Jewish world.  They had no concept of the God of Scripture.  They had no concept of the God of Israel.  All right, now back to Colossians.  And then all of a sudden to realize that the God of Israel is going to indwell you and I as a Gentile!  Absolutely!  That’s the promises now.  Christ in us and us in Christ!  That’s the relationship that we enjoy.  And that’s why we don’t have to have a works religion.  My goodness, we’ve got something ten thousand times better! Colossians 1:27b-28a “…which is Christ in you, the hope of glory: (for all Eternity) 28. Whom we preach, (Paul says) warning every man, and teaching every man in all wisdom;…”  He didn’t just pick and choose.  He didn’t say, well now, I’d rather go to you wealthy people, because after all you’re a little easier to get along with than those poor people down there in the slums.  No.  Paul never differentiated—rich or poor, black or white, it made no difference. Colossians 1:28-29a “Whom we preach, warning every man, and teaching every man in all wisdom; (What wisdom?  The Holy Spirit’s wisdom) that we may present every man perfect (or spiritually mature) in Christ Jesus: (that relationship) 29. Whereunto I also labor,…” How do we get into Christ Jesus?  Now we’ve got three minutes left.  Come back with me to I Corinthians chapter 12:12-13.  This is a concept that is pretty hard to comprehend.  Do I have to do something to become part of Christ?  Like I said in the last program, are you going to have to swim a raging river?  Are you going to have to collect a million bucks?  No.  It’s all free for the taking the moment we believe what Christ has done on our behalf. I Corinthians 12:12a “For as the body (the human body) is one, and hath many members,…” My goodness, in fact, I was just looking at something last night, and I told Iris, “How

in the world can any medical professional person not be a believer?  I can’t comprehend it when they see how wonderfully made this body is.  How can they not believe?” But anyway, Paul is using it as an analogy.  Even the miracle of our body: the fingers and the toes and the eyes and all the things that make us up, I Corinthians 12:12 “For as the body is one, and hath many members, and all the members of that one body, being many, are one body: so also is Christ.”  All right, now we’re talking about the Body of Christ.  Every one of us who are true believers are in a composite Body of Christ, and He is the Head in the heavenlies.  All right, now verse 13, here’s how we got there. I Corinthians 12:13 “For by one Spirit (A work of the Holy Spirit) we are all (every believer has been) baptized into one body, (the Body of Christ) whether we be Jews or Gentiles, whether we be bond or free; (That’s the whole scope of the economic status.  Whether you’re at the bottom or the top makes no difference.) and have been all made to drink (or partake) into one Spirit.” (the Holy Spirit.) All right, I’ve only got a minute left, turn back quickly to Ephesians chapter 4.  We come into this Body of Christ by believing Paul’s Gospel—Plus Nothing!  And there is only one Body of Christ.   Ephesians 4 starting at verse 4, my, this makes it so explicit.  There is one body, not 1,500 like there are denominations. Ephesians 4:4 “There is one body, and one Spirit, (only one Holy Spirit) even as ye are called in one hope of your calling;” Now look at verses 5 and 6. Ephesians 4:5-6 “One Lord, (one and only Lord) one faith, one baptism, (The one we just read about when the Holy Spirit places us into this body of Christ.) 6. One God and Father of all, who is above all, and though all, and in you all.” That’s where we are.  We’re positioned in the very Godhead of Heaven itself.

[krotosis]

Hi alice,

Did you receive my last letter? How are you? Are you good, are you okay, getting through? Do you feel as numb as I do recently? It’s just my usual routine, nothing new, I just always seem to forget how degrading it is to be like this. Do you relate to me at all anymore? Or has the farmgirl fantasy changed you?

Today was tough, I think. Not really difficult, just draining. I feel really tired, I was falling asleep walking on my way home after being awake for less than four hours. Why is it that as soon as I come back home I’m awake again? People are really draining, it’s starting to keep me up at night, again. I don’t miss insomnia. None of it ever tends to fall into extremes that hold any weight, It’s quite literally all in my head.

Is it easy to sleep where you are? I imagine it is. The soft rummage of water outside your bedside window, the steady downpour of rain. It always seems to go back to summer sun in the morning, no matter the month or season. That’s incredulous of me, isn’t it? Even with something as background as weather, I always seem to demand what I don’t have. Are you still as childish as you were, once?

It must be nice living in a small town, despite the boredom so many people seem to be stuck in there. Boredom is good, it means you’re safe. I would give anything to know the exact nature of the person walking beside me on any given day, always kept on edge by what they could be like. When you turned a teenager, were people creepy to you too? I use to revel in the attention honestly, I wish it never took such a dark turn. Maybe if I never remembered what happened when I was still allowed my time with you, I wouldn’t have turned to such irrational distrust. I was always paranoid anyway, but not to an extent where I was just scared of everything. Change is so kind, but somehow I’m so scared.

Sometimes when I’m finally alone I find myself begging for someone to come home; Did you ever have a stalker? I have. I miss him dearly. I don’t understand why he left, do you think he still watches me sometimes? I hope so. I wish he’d show himself more. Then I’d be able to walk outside in my big shirt and sit down with him, he knows me already, I wouldn’t need to dress it up. Did he see what I do? Maybe he did, then he knows me fully. All that is important about me is my faith, thank you goodness for giving me what I am.

Eat well and sleep peacefully, Alice!! I wish I could know if anything keeps you up like it does to me. I think about you anytime I have raspberry tea, anytime I see old trees or playing children. I hope you sometimes think about me too, even if it’s because of something as stupid as a shattered teacup.

Your childhood friend.

#l2a

[keziahmnc]

ISAIAH 60:22

Scripture: "Even your smallest and humblest family Will become as great as a powerful nation. When the right time comes, I will make this happen quickly. I am the Lord!”

Alam ko, madami sa atin ang nakakaalam ng verse na 'to. Kumbaga "gamit na gamit" na ang word in different revelations. But tonight, I write because i think it's time.

Lately, i'm too focused on the pressure and stress na binibigay sa akin ng mundo. "Nahuhuli ka na kasi." - pero palagi ko binibiro sarili ko na okay lang 'yon kasi everyone has a timeline, but there is this time i felt lost after seeing many of my batchmates getting their progress while achieving something.

Meanwhile, me, was just sitting down and breathing. Never did i realized na 'yung tipong pag kain ko sa tamang oras ay progress din.

Ang dami kong pangarap na gusto kong makuha pero dahil sa certain situation and with just one snap, namatay lahay nang 'yon.

The passion in my heart to teach; is something heavy that i recently given up to the Lord.

Here's why: first is i stop my first year in college. The enthussiam i have that time went away.

Secondly, thou i have full scholarship pakiramdam ko ay may kulang lang pa rin.

Probably because up until now ang regret sa puso ko na hindi ko ginalingan noon ay siyang nag ho-hold back sa akin. That is why i am getting stressed over the things that i don't have control.

I remember nabasa ko sa book ni Ate Joena (one of my fav authors, y'all know that🤪 lol) "Pray so big that your Heavenly Father will welcome you in His kingdom and say "My kid, you made me so very busy"

Trusting the Lord is one of the hardest thing to do, lalo na kung hindi mo nakikitang, umuusad ka.

And tonight remembering those moment were i felt lost after surrending my dreams, passion and health to Him is really something i am proud of.

Kasi nakakalakas ang pagsuko,

Nakakalakas ang pag amin,

Nakakalakas ang pagtitiwala, at

Nakakalakas ang pag mamahal Niya

His grace is sufficient to the point na ikaw na lang susuko sa lawak ng understanding Niya.

Sabi ni Tatay, "ang pangarap mananatiling pangarap kung mangangarap ka lang" and that speak the power of TRUST.

Kahit mahirap, nakakapagod, sobrang imposible, walang progress, at nakakaubos ay tiwala pa rin.

Kaya hiling ko palagi hindi lang sa sarili ko, na sana ang mga pangarap natin ay hindi manatiling 'ala-ala' lang na nangarap ka noon.

Maybe the Lord said no today kasi His plan are better than us (Proverbs 16:9) and we have this assurance na after submitting our goals or dreams to Him ay Siya naman ang kikilos at pipili kung ano ang tutuparin Niya sa mga 'to na makakabuti sa atin.

Mahirap tingnan ang plano ng Lord lalo na kung titingin ka sa achievment ng mundo. But what I have learned in this word is; He has the right time.

I know the Lord will say Yes kapag

Tama na ang puso ko

Tama na ang purpose ko

Tama na ang plano ko

At tama na ang panahon

[terpsichore-rhodes]

peer to peer guidance a flashback self para

Terpsichore was rapidly running out of patience with Hyacinth. Her designs were rarely structurally sound, and even when they were, they lacked grace, elegance, or beauty. But it was her job to instruct, so instruct she would.

“Okay, Hyacinth, let’s look at this...” she peered at the building plan in front of her. “Dwelling?”

Hyacinth pointed to a corner where there was a scribble of illegible handwriting. “It’s a barracks.”

“Ah, which is a sort of dwelling. Immediately I don’t see any place for an armory, and all of your windows are... massive - which would allow for an easy attack in - so I didn’t immediately pin down military usage.”

“I wrote it in the corner.”

“And I usually tell you that the title is best written largely at the top of the document for easy findings. Also, legibly.” Terpsichore took a moment to consider whether or not she should have said that last bit more under her breath. “Gather around, everyone. Let’s do some peer to peer guidance.”

Rhodesy gathered the other classmates around to gaze at the abomination Hyacinth had produced. “Okay, everyone, what do we think we’re looking at here?”

The class gazed in silence for some time before a young man named Berry piped up. “Uh, maybe... maybe like a greenhouse? I would say a prison, but you’d never do windows that big in a prison.”

“I was actually getting prison, too,” said Ryazan, a woman from the largest village in Sylvania. “But maybe it’s a more humane take on prison. Like, it’s above ground, the prisoners can see the outside...”

“But there’s no locks or bars anywhere. It’s more like a dwelling. A home.” Henrich was one of Rhodesy’s favorite students.

Berry shook his head. “But there’s so many rooms. Unless this is like... a special design for a large family?”

“Oh, oh! Is it a hospital?” 

“Oh that actually makes a lot of sense.”

“But there’s no clear operating room. The flow is... off. Where would you separate out the patients if an outbreak happened? Where’s the furnace?”

That revelation from Ryazan put everyone into a murmuring state.

Terpsichore couldn’t help but say: “You could look at the title.”

Henrich’s brow furrowed above his round glasses. “But there isn’t one, is there? I thought Hyacinth purposefully left it off. You know. As a like, learning exercise or something.”

Rhodesy smiled a tight lipped smile. “It’s down in the corner.”

Henrich’s brow furrowed even more. “Oh, I assumed that was just a scribble to test if the charcoal was the right color. What does that say?” The class gathered around to squint at the line of “text.”

Ryazan was the first to offer a guess. “I think it says ‘bakery.’ But that... that can’t be right.”

“This isn’t a bakery. Is it maybe... Barracks?” Berry’s voice was riddled with uncertanity.

Hyacinth lit up and clapped her hands together. “See?! I told you it made sense.”

Henrich looked at the plans again, pushing his glasses up his nose. “I mean. Not really. If this is meant for military usage, the windows should be a lot smaller. You don’t want a shell or something to come through. Also those halls are so narrow - traffic flow for a military would be a nightmare. You typically want it wide enough for a logical number of shields to fit perfectly - two or four or something like that. And... well... do you only have one entrance and exit? Because if that’s the case I’m just going to barricade that front door and set the place on fire and boom - I’ve wiped out your entire military in one go. It’s just... not very well designed.”

Terpsichore beamed with pride. Henrich Alley was going to go places one of these days. Of all the students in this class, he was the one who had some talent. Fine - she would admit a lot of talent.

“Okay, that was excellent work, Henrich. Did we all learn a little something today?” Rhodesy tipped her head to the side, making sure to make eye contact with Hyacinth. The class all nodded and muttered general affirmatives.

“Good. In that case, why don’t we call it for the day? Don’t forget - next week your midterm designs are due. I want to see a clear artistic theme throughout your three building designs. Don’t be afraid to experiment.” She looked down at Hyacinth’s barracks. “As long as the buildings actually make sense.”

#self para

[atsumiye]

the next time you see miya atsumu you are going to kill him.

he had asked you 18 times.

he had asked 18 times to take you on a date and when you finally agree, he leaves you alone at the meeting point for over 3 hours.

you hate that you finally gave in to his relentless begging. each time he asked, you gave the same answer, "no miya. we dont work together." but he came back again a few days later with yet another speech about how he thinks you are in fact perfect for each other.

you were hesistant to accept, you had known him for a while and truly cherised his friendship. and not that he knows, but you did like him. for quite a long time too. but you never wanted to even entertain the thought that something in the relationship goes arwy and now you’ve lost both a boyfriend and a friend.

but with the way he speaks to you, holds your hand as he tells you another thing he likes about you, the way he pouts when you call him miya, hearing him beg to just "call me tsumu! just once!" you couldn’t resist finally saying yes.

and look where that got you.

you swear when you see him today, you are so ready to give him a piece of your mind. chew him out for putting you through all that. ask him if your friendship really meant nothing. and maybe even add-

"hey y/n." your head snaps up at osamu's voice, "tsumu asked me to give ya this." he hands you a terribly folded and crumpled piece of paper. you take it from his hands, and read it.

dear y/n,

im sorry i missed our date. i REALLY (triple underlined) didnt mean to. i was really excited too but i found out im allergic to flowers and then i lost my phone. please go out with me again?

you bite your lip to hold back your laughter and look back up at osamu, "this is all true?"

"yup. he was truly really excited for the date. he wanted to get you flowers, couldn’t decide so he bought 3 bouquets." you smile as osamu nods towards a bench for you both to sit on.

"he even sent me a picture" osamu pulls out his text conversation with atsumu, showing you the selfie atsumu took of him holding the flowers with a giant grin on his face, "turns out he is slightly allergic to some flower, i think." he points back at the photo, "this little white one here. he touched it and it gave him a little rash. lost his phone while running back home." he laughs.

you giggle along with him, "is he alright though?"

"yeah he’s fine, just not allowed to touch anymore of those flowers." you smile at him, "ya can go visit him at home. i think he would be happy."

and you do.

knocking on the door to his room, you slowly open it seeing him playing a game on his computer. at the sound of the door opening, he looks to the door to see you and slams his computer shut, slouching into the bed.

"wow, you’re faking allergies now?" you giggle

"no, 'm not! it really does itch y/n." he pouts up at you and you sit down next to him on his bed.

"'m sorry i left ya hanging last night. i really didnt mean ta!" he shouts, grabbing onto your hands to slowly intertwine your fingers, keeping an eye on your expressions.

"its alright, tsumu." he flashes a big grin and squeezes your hand, "we can just reschedule. i will admit i was a bit mad when i didnt hear anything, but im just glad to know you are okay." you rub your thumb against his hand. you both sit in silence for a while, his head on your shoulder, reveling in the comfort of being near one another.

"ya know," he whsipers, "i heard that kisses make people with allergies feel a lot better."

you look down at him, "ive never heard of that before."

"yup, saw it on the internet once. maybe we should try it out?”

you scoff before you cup both of his cheeks, "yeah, maybe let’s test it out.”

and if it was even possible, his smile grows wider.

#idk what this is but it’s been in my drafts too long and i didn’t want to delete it #SOB SOB sorry if it sucks lmao #the tackle box #miya atsumu #atsumu x reader #atsumu x you #atsumu x y/n #atsumu x gn!reader #atsumu fluff #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu fluff #hq #hq x reader #hq x y/n #hq x you #hq fluff #atsumu scenarios #atsumu imagines #atsumu drabbles #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu drabbles

[finelinevogue]

Could we maybe have a blurb with Y/N’s reaction to Pleasing? Thank you❤️

ok so i had an idea for y/n doing a livestream to promote the products so this is what this blurb is:

“Hello, hello!”

You smiled into the camera lens as people flooded into your instagram live. After 5 seconds you already had 10k people watching, but you knew that would continue to rocket to about 50k by the time you started.

Today was a really special day because you’d received your parcel for the Pleasing PR. Obviously Harry was more willing to give it to you as just an ordinary gift, what with you being his fiancé and all, but you wanted the same experience as everyone else with the PR packaging and so on. You’d woken up to the parcel on your bedside table, a note with it claiming that Harry had to run to the Pleasing HQ offices for a bit and so that’s when you’d decided you’d do a livestream unboxing.

Not all the fans were going to be able to afford these products, so you’d give them whatever free content you could. The fans absolutely adored you too. Couldn’t get enough of you. You had your own little mini fan base within Harry’s and you loved everyone who loved you so much. Doing livestreams like this made those fans days a little better, so it was worth skipping out on a brunch with the girls for.

“I see you, hello!” You waved into the camera, checking yourself out to make sure you looked at least-semi decent.

You were in one of Harry’s Love on Tour t-shirts that you’d bought for yourself, because you couldn’t help but be nothing but proud of your fiancé. You complained at how long it took to ship, but now that you had it you rarely took it off your body. You were also wearing a pair of cotton shorts, which normally you wouldn’t but you didn’t want to violate livestream guidelines.

“Wow there’s already 42k of you. Hope you’re all doing okay and if you’re not then that’s okay too. I hope this will cheer you up even just a little.” You arranged the products next to your phone, on the bathroom counter that you’d propped it up against, so it would be easier to see and pick up what you’re talking about. “Um, no sorry Harry is currently out so he can’t join but i’ll tell him that you asked what his favourite fruit was. If I had to guess, it would be bananas.”

Your phone suddenly dinged with a notification and you noticed it was from Harry. You furrowed your eyebrows as you diverted your attention away from the live and towards your fiancé for a brief moment.

H🤍: It’s strawberries, actually.

You didn’t understand for a moment, but you let out a big ‘oh’ in revelation. You went back to the livestream and went onto who was watching it and sure enough Harry’s instagram account was at the very top. You smiled, because Harry never really uses social media but if he does it’s because of you or PR. You’re the only person who’s notifications he has on for social media and so he must’ve seen the one for you starting a love and joined.

“Turns out H is watching and he says his favourite fruit is actually strawberries.” You returned your gaze back to the questions and comments that were flooding in at a rapid pace. “Oh I don’t think Harry even knows how to request to join my live, let alone want to do it. He’s quite busy today as you might have guessed.” You laughed as everyone started commenting stuff about Pleasing.

“So yes. I am here with you because I want to unbox my Pleasing package- okay that sounded weird didn’t it? H? Pleasing, really? Anyways—”

H🤍: Had to name it in relation to you somehow.

You blushed, but kept your mouth private. Some comments weren’t meant to be shared so publicly with his fans, unlike others.

To keep you distracted you picked up the packaging and held it in front of the camera, screaming like a fan girl as you did so. You held it up in different angles, holding it still because you knew some fans loved to take screenshots of moments like this.

“Look at how sexy this is everyone. I mean… Good job H, good job.” You smiled and you knew that Harry would be smiling too.

Harry had spent so much of his time and dedication to this amazing company. He wanted to create something permanent under his name and something that could be carried on for years and years to come. Originally it was going to be just a way to invest his money, but he quickly realised it was so much more to him than that. He was building a community and a safe place for himself, but also for thousands of people globally. With a little persuasion from you, he became a full-time employee of the business and worked a full year to help design products, crunch an unhealthy amount of numbers and package in factories.

Although that had been a ridiculously busy year for him and for you too, he had succeeded in making something beautiful. Something exciting. Something pleasing. You were so proud of him and you made sure to tell him every day.

Looking back at the screen as you pulled your mind away from your delightful thoughts, you scrolled through what some of the comments were saying. A lot of them agreed that it was gorgeous and sleek and heavenly, but others were complaining that it wasn’t worth the price. Harry had told you not to address the issue of pricing though, knowing it was a tricky situation to talk around, so you ignored those the best you could. You knew Harry had done as much as he could to get prices low, but his marketing team were very strict and tight and admitted to Harry that their financial plan would allow prices to decrease but only after one financial year.

You began opening it, squealing when you looked inside. At first you saw a little card and then a t-shirt right behind it. You started reading the card, but realised it was a lot more personal than other people’s PR letters would be and so you stopped before you could get really choked up on camera.

“Okay, wait, I need to go change t-shirt’s hang on.” You rushed out of the bathroom, not changing in front of everyone considering you weren’t exactly wearing a bra on underneath. Once you’d put it on and placed your Love on Tour t-shirt carefully on the bed, you came back for a dramatic entrance and pretended you were on the runway. You could see a message that Harry sent too popping up.

H🤍: Damn

“New favourite t-shirt alert everyone! I love how Pleasing is written across my tits too— oops,” You realised you’d probably said something that violated guidelines, “Instagram please don’t sue me. I just love m’boobs that’s all.” You explained, which probably made it ten times worse but also how could they bash you for being a proud woman.

H🤍: I love your boobs too

You laughed and had to cup your hand over you mouth to soften the cackle, when you read Harry’s text. You shook your head as you picked up the box and started to unbox it more. Everyone knew that you weren’t too clued up in the makeup or cosmetic department, so it was no surprise when you went through each item not having a clue what it was or what it would do.

“Okay first we have this set of…” Buttplugs, you mentally said, “Wait what is this?” You questioned to yourself, putting the box down to play around with one of the, what you’d soon find out to be, nail varnishes. “Look at this packaging. Woah.” You tilted it to the camera. Everyone was telling you what it was and it made you laugh that they knew more about your fiancé’s products than you did. “Nail varnish, got you.”

You opened it up and smelt it, biting your lip as you nodded your head in love of that smell. You held up each nail varnish to the camera and even started painting your nails to see what the colours were like. You had painted a full hand, showing it to the viewers, before switching to your non dominant hand for painting.

“Oh dear. H normally paints my nails so I am genuinely so terrible at this.” You admitted as you smudged yet another nail. You huffed, knowing that Harry would be finding this far too amusing.

You looked up to the comments and saw that people were complimenting your nail art, whilst others were begging you to send them a PR box because they were too broke too buy one themselves.

“Uh sometimes i’ll paint H’s nails yeah, but i’m not good at it at all.” You replied to a comment that you’d seen. “He very much likes doing it himself. Finds it therapeutic and all that. You know what he’s like.” You waved your hand as if to say you didn’t need to go into that much detail, because sometimes the fans knew more about Harry’s behaviour than you did. That terrified you.

You and Harry did have a very open relationship though. From the get go there had been no hiding, because from the get go you knew you’d be it for each other. You didn’t come from much, but you’d worked hard to get where you wanted to be and happened to meet Harry through the same industry. It was fate really.

Harry didn’t use social media much, but when he did he was often posting candid photos of you on his Instagram stories or tweeting lyrics from an unreleased song that was about you and would be remaining unreleased because it was just for you. He had a second Instagram account, with only about 25 followers form his closest family members and friends, that he used for posting about your relationship. He liked keeping you as close to his heart as possible when he could, but also didn’t mind showcasing you to the world because how could he not?

“Okay what do we think?” You asked, pointing your fingers up to the camera for everyone to see.

H🤍: Beautiful, like you

You smiled and then looked down to hide your blush. Moving onto the next item, you carefully placed the nail varnishes to the side.

“What is this?” You picked up a bottle with lots of little pearls inside. “Am I supposed to make a necklace with them or summat?” You questioned, hoping the fans would help you out. “You’re all saying it’s a pearlescent illuminating serum, but that means nothing to me. Harry help!” You laughed, opening the bottle and wondering how you even worked the contraption.

H🤍: You are such a bloody nuisance, you know that right?

H🤍: I’ve requested to join your live

H🤍: Oi let me in

You scrolled through your requested list until you found Harry. You accepted him and waited for his face to pop up on the screen. He rarely came on lives so this was very special for you, him and the fans and especially on such an important day in Harry history. You watched your viewers jump from 56k to 123k within the space of a minute.

“Why are you wearing my jumper?” You asked without greeting him, noticing him wearing your old university hoodie.

He was clearly sat in an office, the hood of his hoodie pulled up so you could only see a few curls poking out underneath. He looked tired, but he also looked very excited and full of love. He kept on glancing around the room, no doubt to the voices you could hear mumbling in the background.

“Yeah hi and love you too.” Harry rolled his eyes, but you knew that he was just messing.

“Love you H. Now help me please.” You pouted, trying to figure out what an earth you were doing.

“Okay so you’re going to put maybe two pumps on your fingers and then rub it gently into your skin, in areas where you want to feel a little more replenished and brighter.” He explained, smiling when you were copying what he said.

“Oh damn Styles. This feels good.” You admitted, walking to the bathroom mirror to see yourself better. You also admitted that you looked better too after barely applying anything.

“You could’ve said it was pleasing, love. That would’ve been more on brand.” He replied sarcastically, making you want to flip him the bird but held off due to better judgement.

You walked back over and posed in front of the screen and you noticed Harry screenshotting a few captures of your face.

“Doesn’t it fee like we’re on face-time H?” You asked, still checking over your skin which did seem to be glowing a little bit better.

“Not when there’s an extra 123k people here, no.” He chuckled, watching you pull out the next item too. “Can I go or d’you need me for this one too?”

“If you don’t want to be with me, just say.” You replied dramatically, making Harry chuckle with your act. It you weren’t careful there would be a news headline tomorrow about how you threatened to break up with Harry but then again you really didn’t care and it would be entertaining.

“Well you are a bit clueless in the cosmetic department, love, and i’m starting to think that might be a dealbreaker.” He pretended to say, but you didn’t have a clue how to jokingly respond so instead you kicked him off your live.

You went back to showing the final product, before you were getting bombarded by texts from Harry.

H🤍: Baby?

H🤍: Did you really just do that?

H🤍: Y/N L/N…

H🤍: (Soon to be Y/N Styles)

H🤍: Baaabbeee

H🤍: Wait are you actually mad?

You turned off your notifications to get through the final product, before you wrapped up the live. The heavily chaotic live - at least from your perspective. People were thanking you for showing them the products, bringing them a smile to their faces and some even thanked you for giving them a glimpse of Harry today. It was always so fun to see Harry in his every day life, rather than just through magazines or shows.

After you’d done the final product and sat and answered some of the fans burning questions, you decided to wrap up.

“Thank you so much for joining me today everyone! I always have so much fun with you all. Hopefully i’ve not discouraged you from purchasing anything from Pleasing. H worked really hard on this and please show him any support you can. You’re all amazing and take care and be safe. Bye bye!” You waved, blowing a few kisses before you turned off the live.

You sighed a breathe of relief, before walking to go make yourself a cup of tea before you had to clean up the mess in the bathroom. You took your phone with you and turned on the record player that attached to the house system sound speakers. As The Beatles music started to play through the house, the front door opened and you called out to see who it was. A few close friends and family members had keys to your house too, just in case they needed to drop something off, so you weren’t entirely sure who it could be.

“Hello?”

You heard fast footsteps into the kitchen and looked at the kitchen doorway to see your fiancé walk into the room.

“Everything alri—” You were about to ask, before Harry came up to you and smashed his lips onto yours. He held you close, by cupping your cheeks tight, and your hands went to balance on his forearms as he continued to crush your lips with his. He tasted wonderful and sweet and all things nice. As he pulled away, after a very long few seconds, you were slightly dazed by how much love and passion you’d just been gifted. “Well that was nice.”

“Just had to come tell you that I love you. So fucking much.” He whispered against your lips and you smiled so bright, thinking about how he’d just driven across town just to tell you that he loved you.

“Yeah? Good thing I fucking love you too.”

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