#i just didn't have social media to remember it for eternity

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Time for love ° Hwang Hyunjin

Hyunjin. the immortal Adonis, falls for a human.

WC: 2094 Genre: Greek mythology AU, angst, smut

TW: make up artist reader, model hyunjin, smut, masturbation, thigh riding, handjob, mention of cum, borderline asshole hyunjin, greek gods and goddesses, mention of blood, angry hyunjin and angry deities

AN: thank you from th ebottom of my heart to th elovely @leeknowsallyoursecrets , for giving me her opinion about this.

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Hyunjin was old. Hyunjin was really really old. Eternal youth they called it. When one thinks about youth, they imagine freshness and fun; a colorful, colorful phase when you get to try new things and explore the world. Hyunjin’s life was anything but; he had seen every corner of this earth and tried every experience that was humanly possible. His life was flat and gray, there was nothing more to do and he was bored.

He remembered his first life. His name was Adonis and he was considered the most beautiful man in the whole world; he was so beautiful that goddesses soon appeared on his doorstep and asked to share his bed. That’s how his story became myth, or what people thought it was.

He had lived many lives from then, he had taken many names and done many things, he lived a tranquil life and minded his business; had sometimes taken a couple of lovers but nothing that had stuck to him. 

His life and pattern of change had come crumbling apart when one day the gods decided to come out in the open and introduce themselves to humans. With time everything was uncovered and the protagonists of every myth became their own kind of celebrities. He had never been more famous in his life, but he also had never been more lonely. He was beautiful and that was a fact, and with the fame came the modeling offers. He modeled for the most famous maisons of fashion of the world and people loved him. No they didn’t love him, they loved his body, they loved his face, they loved his fake smile and fake confidence.

His days were always the same, he would wake up at an insane hour, get on set, get ready, shoot, get unready, check social media and then go to bed, just to do it all the following day. Day after day the cycle had never been broken, for years on end. Until it had.

When he walked inside the photo studio, he could sense something had shifted in the air. He hated changes. A heavy hand smoothed back his unruly hair, his eyes closed almost on instinct after he sat down in his makeup chair. He had requested a special chair, made of one of the softest furs he had ever touched, where he could sleep and relax.

Something warm and small suddenly touched his shoulder, hesitantly. He hissed and his eyes shot open, his staff knew better than to interfere with his pattern. 

His breath hitched in his throat when he opened his eyes. This wasn’t his usual make-up artist.

“Sorry to disturb you Mr. Hwang, I am Y/N L/N, your new makeup artist,” your voice was sweet, way too sweet to be human, but he knew all deities by heart. Perhaps some kind of creature.

“What happened to Ha-na?” his eyes bore holes into your skull, his gaze held a fiery passion you had never seen in your life. Is this how an immortal looks?, you thought.

“She’s on maternity leave, sir,” you had never felt that nervous in your life.

The conversation died off after that but his eyes were fixed on you. There was something about you that Hyunjin couldn't quite pinpoint, his inside felt like they were lit on fire. His head told him that if he looked away from you, something bad would've happened. He had to have you, one way or another, he didn't even care if you were human or not.

Since that day Hyunjin had always waited anxiously for your arrival every morning. You would always greet him with a tight lipped smile while you closed into fists your obvious shaky hands. He liked to think your hands were shaking and your heart was beating out of your chest because of him. 

At night Hyunjin would lie awake and think about you, your hair, your lips, your hands, your eyes, but most of the time he would think about what laid under your clothes, how your curves would look and how they would feel in his big and soft hands.

He had to have you, he didn't care if you were human or not.

The second time Hyunjin spoke to you, it was weeks after your first encounter.

“What are you?” his eyes bored into yours like the first time you met.

 “What do you mean sir?” 

His presence felt almost overbearing, it looked like he was towering over you, it felt like he was everywhere, you couldn't run from him. But in reality he was still sitting in front of you.

“Don't play coy. What kind of creature are you?” 

“Creature? I'm human, sir,” your eyes wide as saucers at his assumption. You? A supernatural creature? 

“Are you lying to me?” His tone was stern and demanding.

“No, sir, I would never.” 

He didn't reply.

He was scary. Immortals were scary and dangerous for humans more than anyone else. You should've been fearful of him but a familiar throb between your legs kept growing and growing and you couldn't help but feel ashamed.

Hyunjin could feel your arousal, he could read it on your face. After centuries he could read human emotions quite well.

“Everybody out!” His tone left no space for arguments. The staff and photographers scurried out of the room with their hearts in their throats.

“Come sit.” The immortal patted his spread legs, his big hand encased your wrist.

“Excuse me?”

“You don't want to?” he sounded cocky now, a new emotion he let you see.

“I didn't say that,” you stuttered.

“Then be a good girl and straddle my thigh.” 

His hands never left your body, not even when you complied and positioned yourself how he asked. He was in control, he was the one guiding your movement.

A small gasp escaped your lips when you felt him ground you on his strong thigh.

“Please sir, touch me,” the shame fueled your pleasure like never before.

“No can do, get yourself off like this or don't at all.”

That was the best orgasm of your life.

After he touched you, Hyunjin couldn't get enough of you. He thought your voice was sweet at first, but your moans were even sweeter, your skin tasted like nectar and your pussy like ambrosia. He was addicted.

Sleep came easier to him now but not even in your dreams he could escape you. Your voice, your sweet whines, your skin, your scent, they all clouded his brain even in his slumber. He'd wake up hard as a rock every night and leaking. He would fuck his fist roughly, just how he liked it, he would use all of his toys and cum again and again until his seed had permanently stained his satin black sheets. But it wasn't enough. It was never enough. He had to feel you clench around him, he had to feel you rake your nails down his back, he had to push your legs to your chest and see fat tears roll down your cheeks.

So he would get up and drive to your house where he would fuck you until you both passed out. It became some sort of routine, one that he followed religiously. But the more he saw the bigger a foreign and strange feeling grew inside him. It started at the pit of his stomach and then spread through his chest like a warm blanket enveloping him in a tight hug. It was comforting and that unsettled him.

He was confused and ignorant, he hated that. But he knew that it didn't come from him, somebody was attacking him. That's how Hyunjin found himself in front of the goddess of love, Aphrodite, herself.

“What have you done to me?” he yelled. He knew yelling at a deity was not a smart move but the anger was consuming him, mixing with that strange feeling and making his blood hot.

“You cursed me, didn't you? You cursed me because I don't want to share a bed with you anymore, you selfish woman.” The moment those words came out of HYunjin’s mouth he regretted them. The room started shaking along with the anger of the goddess, everybody knew not to anger Aphrodite. he was foolish, he thought he could get away with it because he used to be her favorite lover. The goddess grew in stature, the light bulbs in the room exploded, leaving the only light her angry eyes. 

“You foolish human, how dare you speak to me like this,” this was not Aphrodite the goddess of love, this was the goddess of fiery passion and victory, “ I did not curse you. You do not hold significance in my eyes anymore, you are a mere human. Humans all fall in love, it’s their destiny.”

The walls of the pristine white room they were in started to crack under the gravity of the goddess full immortal form. Hyunjin knew that the fact he was not dead meant that Aphrodite let him live as a sign of charity and because of the time they shared their bed. But she did not give second chances, she never had so he quickly kneeled and when he felt the presence of the immortal get gradually less overbearing he got up and walked backwards until back hit the door as a sign of respect and then left. 

The drive home was pure madness, flashes of rage traveled through his body like lightning before leaving like nothing had happened. Hera was punishing him for angering her daughter, nothing was less expected from the goddess of family. When he stumbled into his house, with shaky hands he grabbed his ceremonial cup and offered his bloods to the gods to appease them and as a thanks for sparing his life.

The following day Hyunjin avoided looking at you in the eyes, he had never looked away from you, not even once. You were so used to having his fiery gaze on you that now your whole body felt cold as ice. 

‘Maybe he’s tired,’ you thought while you worked. Tired or not, you felt him miles away from you even if you were touching his skin with your very own hands. Something had shifted between you. 

The next day felt like a deja vù, Hyunjin still had his eyes closed and he still refused to talk to you. You felt wronged and cold. The following days followed the same pattern, it felt like a terrible nightmare. His nightly visits had also stopped and so did his texts. 

Anger and frustration were eating away at you. Work had started to get tougher and Hyunjin’s attitude was making your mental health drop. The last straw was the pouring rain, you were stranded at work, with no umbrella, when all you wanted to do was go home, eat ice cream and sleep.

Fat teardrops started dropping down your cheeks, why was this all happening to you? Why couldn’t you live in peace? Why was Hwang Hyunjin doing this to you?

“Are you crying?” That voice. Hwang Hyunjin.

“That’s none of your business, Hyunjin,” you furiously wiped at your cheeks.

“It is,” his hand cupped your cheek and you had no strength to fight it, “ it is because you are the only woman i’ve ever loved in my long life.” Your breath hitched in your throat.

“Say that again.”

“You, “ he paused, “ are the only wo-”

You didn’t give him the chance to finish his sentence, your lips attached to his and you richest deflated with relief. Kissing him felt familiar and natural. The recognizable desire that always lit within you when you were with him started spreading through you like wildfire. Your hands quickly traveled to his pants and unbuttoned his pants without thinking, you had done that countless times. His dick was already hard and leaking, waiting for you. Your soft hand wrapped around his velvety skin and tugged and moved just how you knew he liked, how you knew drove him mad. Your lips found his neck and nipped and sucked at his pulse point, his weak spot.

“Oh, baby, I’m not going to last, I think I’m cumming.”

A quick swipe of your thumb against his slip made him spill all over your hand, his head thrown back in ecstasy and his eyes tightly shut.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, lover, but first let me return the favor.” 

A hand on his chest stopped him.

“Take me on a date first.”

“Whatever you want, lover.”

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[myoddessy]

#1 supporter | dr3 social media au!

summary —daniel is your trophy husband, that couldn't be denied even if he didn't scream it for the world to hear. (Alicia Vikander fc!)

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[gh0stbeeee]

Rise of the Guardians/The Guardians of Childhood is low-key my Roman Empire.

Like, specifically in the movie verse, there's just... so much that was never elaborated on. It's one of the unfortunate side effects of being kid's media, things get dumbed down for no reason.

Like, Jack Frost in general as a character. He died. DIED. He DROWNED in a pond saving his sister and??? Nothing. The entire moment when he remembered became "Oh I'm the fun guy that had a family and saved my sister!" AND DIED. Very important part that is completely glossed over other than the idea of sacrifice. Like, the other guardians were "chosen," did they not die too? Did Jack lose his memories because he died, but the others were chosen while alive, chose to leave their lives and remembered?

And just, what were his early years? For a very long time, at least a decade, he probably thought he was totally invisible, that he could never have a true conversation with another person, because I doubt that he stumbled upon another spirit/legend for a while.

Like, that would have driven him INSANE. There's no way he wouldn't be super socially awkward from the isolation, much less just totally mentally well. Are spirit's brains built different? They'd have to be, but I don't think they should be able to withstand that level. Like what was the mim thinking??? Seriously just abandoned a TEENAGER he resurrected with no memory or possibility of support, that's wrong.

And on that note, let me reiterate that Jack died. In front of his little sister. Who had to go back home and tell her family what happened. Did he have a father too? More siblings? Friends and family? They had a funeral no doubt, mourned him. Because he died.

The worst part? He was right there. The whole time. Jack came back to that pond and settlement for hundreds of years, even when it became Burgress. He probably watched his funeral not knowing what was going on, saw his family mourn him without knowing it was for him. He was there when they died, not knowing who they were to him. Did he realize later on? I can only imagine the devastation.

The worst part is Manny probably had to take his memories, because Jack would have been DEPRESSED. He would've tried everything to make them believe, and they probably never would. His parents would probably never see him again, they were adults. His sister was plausible, but she's still mortal. She would have died, Jack would have seen his little sister grow old and die while he stayed eternally young. He might've not ever recovered from that, mim taking his memories distanced him from the pain for when he remembered 300 years later.

But he also could have moved on, grown and loved her descendants and honored her. The mim took that choice away, and that's pretty fucked up.

Then yeah, 300 years of pretty much no acknowledgement. Going into live blind with no guidance or memories, trying to figure yourself out but being ignored by the once who brought you here. Jack would realistically be a little nutty, because wow. It's shown the even other spirits didn't really talk to him, he made them acknowledge him by playing pranks and pissing them off till they confronted him. Maybe it's in spirit's nature to be recluses, but it's not in Jack's. He wanted attention and to be seen, but no one wanted to or could give it to him.

That's why Jamie seeing him for the first time always makes me tear up. This is the first time for HUNDREDS of years that a human has acknowledged him, not an out of touch spirit, but a regular person Jack can connect with, that chose to see him, to believe. That's beautiful, and special.

There's just so many layers to this story that we never got to see, and I'm forever sad DreamWorks abandoned the franchise.

(If anyone has any good fics that explore topics like this, especially Jack's family, please share)

#lol random rant has appeared #my seasonal fixation #rotg #rotg jack frost #jack frost #jackson overland frost #rise of the guardians #rise of the guardians rant #rant

[h0bg0blin-meat]

I think I need to make it clear for many Vaishnav (looking especially at you, ISKON) Hindu extremists (and even many Shaivites) that ya'll can have your sects and your beliefs as Vishnu or Shiva as your supreme lords. I don't have an issue with that.

But when you try to say that this is the ONLY truth about the Vedic religion (I'm not using Hinduism here because it doesn't sum up the pantheon as much as the ''Vedic" word does, despite the term being associated with the Vedas, and yes we need to come up with a better word that comprises this entire pantheon as a whole), that's when I have a problem, because that is definitely NOT the entire pantheon.

Do not spread the beliefs of your sect as the ONLY canon belief and don't speak for the people who don't fall under this category. I have seen this in all of social media and it pains me how much of a linear pantheon this once oh-so flexible culture has become.

Yes the concept of Prajapati and the Supreme being has existed since the Vedas. But when you say that Vishnu and Shiva are somehow superior to other gods as the ONLY CANONICAL BELIEF, that just flips me off, and I'm gonna call it out.

How dare you forget the four Vedas, that had no mention of such an idea? This might tick some people off but Indra, Agni, Rudra (which later became synonymous with Shiva, but is a whole different deity), Mitra, Varuna, Vayu and a few other Gods were just as much powerful as Vishnu or Shiva, if not more. This is ANOTHER canonical truth that these extremists (again, somehow mostly Vaishnav) are denying.

Ancient pantheons weren't some linear path with just one canon event. These were their own multiverses of a plethora of VARIOUS canon events, myths and legends. So stop making the Vedic religion a linear, rigid pantheon. Remember? It's not an organized religion. There can be SEVERAL canonical truths. Like I definitely understand that a religion/culture changes overtime. It evolves. Fine. Vishnu is the supreme God now, fine. But you can't deny the history. The Vedas that didn't canonize this. Are you gonna say that these Vedas, that came BEFORE this Vishnu/Shiva being the considered the supreme lord(s), were wrong? I hope not lol.

Besides, I'm not even gonna get into ISKON. They have regarded anyone that's not Vishnu as a demigod, which is ABSOLUTELY VILE AND DISRESPECTFUL. Do they even KNOW what a demigod is??? FUCK NO. They don't. They just like to use that word to inferiorize other deities, due to their unhealthy and toxic obsession with Vishnu, who doesn't deserve it. On top of that they have claimed that worshipping such gods will not lead you to eternal peace, or that it's somehow wrong. Ah yes. Gotta love gatekeeping and toxic cult fan behavior. Call me rude but if you disrespect a GOD (yes, Indra, Mitra, Varuna and others are ALSO GODS, FYI) is WILD, and they should be called out for it. (Some Shaivites have done the same in case of Shiva, and they need to be similarly called out.)

In conclusion, worship whoever tf you want, but remember that theologically, and even historically, there can be more than one canonical story. It really depends on which sect/region you belong to. You CAN be a polytheist. Idk why Hindus these days are inadvertently trying to appeal to the monotheistic pantheons so much, to the point that they have an internal dislike for polytheism, which they're not aware of, but it shows when they speak up.

This pantheon (like every other pagan pantheon back in the day) is very broad. Remember that. And it's very flexible. So let it be like that, and stop gatekeeping it and having a war between who supreme Lord is. I'll stop my yapping here. But I hope people understand this. Cuz damn.

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[virusinfected-memes]

COFFEE TALK SENTENCE STARTERS, PT. 1 OF ? ;

115 starters. CW: alcohol mention, sexual themes. Coffee Talk is a visual novel game developed by Toge Productions. Feel free to change words and pronouns as needed! 

"Welco—Oh, it's you."

"Man, that's a bummer!"

"Don't worry, take your time."

"Heh, writer's block again?"

"What are you writing now?"

"I really need that triple shot espresso."

"Hmm, that aroma... Ahh... That's exactly what I need."

"It sounded so simple when I was making the plan."

"Uh, did I say something wrong?"

"Drown your troubles in coffee."

"Yeah, yeah, I know, it was such a stupid thing to do."

"Umm... Well... It was so bad that, well, after reading it... I decided to just delete everything immediately."

"You don't need to be so cynical about it."

"How about something chocolatey? It's perfect for this weather."

"I thought this place would be more crowded."

"I don't really have anywhere else to go."

"I'm a writer who works best at night and in a coffee shop."

"No matter how deep you go, there's always another layer of Hell."

"How do you usually deal with bad customers here?"

"I could go on forever complaining about her, but that won't help me."

"You should make a meme about her."

"It wouldn't be wise to talk about customers with other customers."

"They won't give us a chance at all?"

"I got into a fight with my old man. That's why I'm staying at _____'s now."

"You don't have to do this, you know?"

"I can't stand even one more second being a part of them."

"You don't know what they said about you last night!"

"So this it, then... The end of out relationship."

"Do you want to be hiding our relationship for the rest of eternity?"

"You're making this hard for both of us."

"Do you feel happy when you're with me?"

"I can't think about this clearly right now."

"I'm sorry you had to listen to our problems."

"This coffee shop has seen all kinds of stories. I do hope yours will have a happy ending."

"Do you have someone you love?"

"Out of all the people in the world, why did I fall for her?"

"You can't choose who you fall in love with."

"Anyway, I need to go now, and probably drink myself under until the sun rises."

"Hey, don't be rude! I'm being serious here!"

"What if I say you can't do that?"

"Seems like you're in high spirits this evening, _____."

"You still remember my favorite, right?"

"I'm not even sure whether that's a compliment or not..."

"You got balls, I can tell you that."

"How's the leap of faith going so far?"

"Wait... Is stealing time a crime?"

"You're making me feel worse by saying that."

"You should feel bad."

"Hey, what do you have against me tonight?!"

"This was the place, wasn't it? Where we first met..."

"They should have given you a promotion for your loyalty and long service."

"That only happens in porn."

"You don't have to feel ashamed if you like watching that kind of thing, you know..."

"I would prefer if you didn't start fantasizing."

"It's nice to see friendships that grow in unlikely circumstances."

"Please don't do jokes. You're really bad at it."

"Hey, _____, seems like there's a cat—OH MY GOD, SHE GOT IN WITH ME."

"You look like you've just seen a ghost."

"Seriously, you've never seen me on TV or social media?"

"Why does this coffee shop attract so many weird people?"

"Actually... I witnessed something scary on my shift today."

"This is the safest place around here."

"Hey, that endorsement comes with a discount, right?"

"You know I can hear you, right?"

"Unresolved problems are dangerous."

"As much as I hate to admit it... Conflict is always the best way to know someone. Even your own blood."

"You don't need to rush to a decision."

I could never imagine myself doing something so... Hmm, what's the word? Something as honorable... as that."

"Are you dealing with something I shouldn't ask about?"

"I'm not a criminal. In case that's what you had in mind."

"Isn't that false advertising?"

"Don't be naive. Truth is a matter of circumstance and perspective."

"Act like a civilized person... If you can."

"I imagine, even in a world where only one race exists, problems will still appear, anyway."

"Perhaps it's diversity that can teach us to look past the differences."

"The bottom line is, we'll always find a way to hate each other."

"Call me pretentious, but I think drinks have the power to connect people's hearts."

"I want our relationship to move forward. I want a family."

"Why do you have to care so much about what his or your family think?"

"I don't want to be held responsible if he regrets his decision one day."

"Abandoning one's family is NOT a solution!"

"What if marrying me is a mistake?"

"From what I can see, you're the problem here."

"That 'blood is thicker than water' mentality won't work here."

"Not every family is worth fighting for, you know."

"You can't have it all, _____. This is not a fairy tale."

"You didn't have to say it so harshly, you know."

"You never change, do you?"

"Dude, honesty is good and all, but... You know, try not to be a dick."

"Why are you staring at me like that?"

"What did you want to talk about when you told me to meet you here?"

"Do you ever wonder what we'd be like if we hadn't met?"

"Earthlings really need to work on their communication."

"Are you urukhigh69?"

"If you're that desperate for a date, why don't you ask your friends or go to a club or something?"

"If she didn't reply, I'm a hundred percent sure she bailed. She's not coming."

"Life is never boring here."

"I always wanted to be a fiction writer, but... conjuring words is hard."

"Hahaha! Come on, you don't have to worry so much about everything."

"To be honest, I hated the idea of turning the game into a movie."

"They have the budget for the flashy visuals, but I doubt they'll do the series justice."

"You're not the first to say I'm weird."

"Usually people that play artsy games are gamers that got bored of the current state of video games."

"Whoa, that's a highly specific fun fact to know."

"My extended family is probably as big as Seattle's population."

"Ahhh, that smell... It brings back so many memories."

"You're being creepy, _____... Go back to your chair and keep your distance!"

"There's a creepy old man trying to flirt with us..."

"I apologize for earlier. I wasn't trying anything funny."

"I don't know how to talk to her anymore. Or even what to talk about."

"Give them time and space... but be there when they need you."

"Well, nothing's happened... Yet. I just feel it in my guts."

"Is it possible you're just being paranoid?"

"You'll drive her away if you keep on acting like this."

"Is it okay if I stay a bit longer, _____?"

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[softiecaro]

RIGHT WHERE YOU LEFT ME — MICK SCHUMACHER

summary: where ellie, mick and seb are an inseparable group, but everything seems to come to an end when the two men will no longer be with her in the paddock.

pairing: mick schumacher x ellie (reader)

words: 4.16K

warning: you know already that english it's not my first language. the ending is a bit crap, but I was thinking of doing a second part, because I keep writing the story, the main theme of the song would go completely, so tell me in the comments what do you think.

notes: ok, a while ago i wanted to write about this song, but i didn't know whether to write about mick or pierre, so i finally decided to write one for each one hehe.

tags: @primadonnasdream @midnightric @dan3avocado

Remember that you can find the list of songs and the previous imagines here :)

Sebastian, Mick and me. It was always the three of us, together everywhere. If anyone in the paddock was looking for Mick, they knew he had to be with one of us. And the same with Seb and me. 

But now it could no longer be so. Everything would change. Sebastian had announced his retirement from Formula One a few months ago, but that hadn't taken me by surprise as he had told me and Mick about it a while ago. Sure it saddened me, but I was already mentally prepared when he finally made it official. 

But the departure of Mick was something that almost destroyed me. Of course, it was not his fault, because it was Haas who decided not to renew his contract with the team, leaving the german overboard and excluding him from F1. 

But still I felt hurt. 

Because he didn't even tell me. I finally found out on social media. From then on, I tried to ignore him as much as possible, short conversations and dry answers. Obviously both he and Seb noticed it, so at some point we had to talk about it. 

Sitting outside the paddock, like we always did. We would bring things from our own team canteens and sit together for breakfast before the races or our general work started. 

That day we were almost silent. Both Germans would try to make conversation with me, earning only a few short words or just a look, a nod, or sheer silence.

Playing with my breakfast along with an awkward silence that felt like an eternity, I hesitated whether or not to speak. How to do it, how to start. 

—Why didn't you tell me before?— I said in a barely audible whisper, unable to meet his eyes, just looking at him sideways. If I looked up, I was sure I would immediately cry. 

Mick immediately raised his head and looked at me with eyes full of sadness. 

—Ellie, I didn't know it, I swear. I found out a very short time ago. 

—But you told Seb.— I say giving a quick look to the man next to me, who was also silent listening to us, but ready to speak in case it's needed. 

—Yes, but…

 —Mick, I found out from Instagram and Twitter posts. Do you have any idea what that means to me?— I felt the mascara fall down my face, finally looking up. 

—I wanted to, but I didn't know how to tell you.

 Then silence, none of the three spoke. 

—Now I'll be alone. 

—Of course you won't be alone. Daniel will still be a reserve driver and you will be able to find him in the paddock. Esteban and Lance will still be here, you know they appreciate you a lot too.— Mick says quickly. I can tell that he doesn't know how to comfort me. 

—It's not the same, you know what I mean. There were 3 of us everywhere, you are my emotional support every day here. I know I have to be independent of people, but I don't know what I'll do without you. 

I close my eyes, trying to calm my breathing and make the tears stop. After a few seconds, I run my hand through my hair. I feel Seb caress my shoulder, then gently grab my chin so that I turn to look at him. 

—Sweetheart, listen to me.— I see that he has a wet washcloth in one of his hands, which he brings closer to my face and begins to pass it under my eyes, cleaning the mascara that had been soiled by tears. I sag at his touch. How much I would miss the affection with which Seb always treated me, we had formed a relationship like that of a father and his daughter, and not seeing him every day saddens me a lot. —He will return to formula one. They're going to make him come back, I swear. 

And so I held on to that promise for the next year. 

The first day of the 2023 season had arrived. Normally it was Mick and Seb who took me to the paddock, sometimes by motorbike, bicycle, car, but I never arrived alone. Now I was forced to rent a car, since I was dependent on myself to get to work. 

When I get to the place and manage to park, I see a message from Daniel Ricciardo on my phone. 

Dani Rici: Hello girl, how are you? Let me know when you get to the paddock so we can have breakfast together, okay? :) 

I sigh. This was probably Seb's act. I decide to pass on the message for now, so I grab my stuff and get out of the car. At the entrance, I see the Formula One photographers point their cameras in my direction as soon as they see me. I greet them, trying to show that I'm completely fine, that I'm not affected by not having Mick or Seb by my side anymore. Apparently my act wasn't working because I see the look on the faces of the people I greet along the way, a “what a sad sight, poor girl” face. 

As soon as I get to the Aston Martin office, which is where I work, I put my things in my locker and say hello to the people who are already there. A couple of hugs and kisses on the cheek. 

—How was your vacation, Ellie?— One of my coworkers asked me. 

—They were good, what about yours?

—Mine were fantastic. I traveled with my family to some beautiful places, so I really enjoyed it. 

—I'm glad to hear that. Hey, I'm starving, so I'm going to go have breakfast. See you later.

Following that, I go to the team dining room and help myself to a coffee along with a croissant. I walk outside and find an empty table outside, just like I would with Sebastian and Mick. So I sit there eating my breakfast and drowning in memories that will never be again. 

—There you are!— I recognize Daniel's voice. I look up to see him walking in my direction with his characteristic big smile on his face and a cup of tea in one of his hands.— Ellie, good morning.

When he is next to me, he kisses my cheek and gives me a short hug. 

—Good morning, Daniel.— I answered him with a smile. watching him sit in front of me and take a sip of his drink. 

—I've been calling to see where you are, as well as texting you earlier. 

—Sorry, I left my phone in the office, I don't have it with me now. 

—Oh, it's fine. And tell me, how were your vacations? 

Why do I feel like I've been asked that same question a million times already?

—They were good, thanks for asking. What about yours? 

—Just “fine”? Don't you want to tell me what you did?

 I was silent for a few seconds. I took a small sigh before speaking. 

—Well, the truth is, I did a lot of things. I went to see my family, I spent Christmas with them,, plus I traveled with Mick and Seb's family to Disneyland... 

—Oh yeah, I saw photos of that on Instagram, I could see you were having fun. 

We had both already finished our breakfast and had been telling each other about our vacation for about 20 minutes. Now I was laughing about something Daniel was telling me. 

—Hellooooo.— Still laughing, I see how Lance takes a seat next to me.— What are you two laughing so much about?

—Daniel was just telling me about…— I stopped abruptly as my gaze met a ring Lance was wearing on his ring finger.— Is that an engagement ring?

 Lance's mouth dropped open, but no words came out. 

—No way! Did you propose to your girlfriend?— Daniel quickly reached for the Canadian's hand to take a closer look at the ring. 

—Yes, I asked her a week ago. 

—I won.— I said in a whisper to myself.

—Sorry, what did you say? 

—Nothing, I was just remembering something. 

9 months ago 

It’s Lance's birthday, so now we were at his party. He had invited a couple of drivers, family, friends, close people and his girlfriend. Mick and I, as always, hardly parted ways. After dancing, we were now sitting alone in an armchair, my head resting on the German's chest as we looked at the others on the dance floor. 

We laugh as we see Lance and his girlfriend, the guy spinning the girl around as they both laugh, hug and kiss. 

—They are so cute.— I say..

—Yes, you can tell they are very much in love. 

—I hope one day to have something like that with someone.— I say without thinking.— That sounded very desperate, it's not that I need someone to feel complete, but... 

—I get it. 

Then we were silent for a while. 

—He bought her a ring, you know? 

—Mhh?— I muttered, confused, raising my head to look at him. 

—Lance, he bought his girlfriend a ring, he wants to ask her to be his wife.

—What?— I sit upright and cover my mouth in surprise. 

—It's true, I went with him to buy the ring. But don't tell anyone huh... 

—Do you think he's going to propose to her now?— I say almost in a whisper, but loud enough for Mick to hear. 

—No, I don't think so. The truth is, he's been wanting to do it for a while, but he says he can't find the time. I think he is scared... 

—Let's make a bet.

—A bet? 

—Yes, I think he will propose to her before the next racing season starts. 

I see Mick frown and give me a lopsided smile. 

—Oh yeah? And how are you so sure? 

—I don't know, it's just a feeling. 

—Ok, I think it will be after march. But what will the one who gets it right win? 

—How about that trip to Egypt you wanted me to go with you?" 

—Yes! I agree. Done deal. Wait... And if you guess correctly, what will you win? 

—Mhh, I don't know, let me think….— I say looking at the ceiling, as if the answer were there. 

—How about continuing with my prize, we will take a trip to a place you want to go. 

—To Paris. 

—Clever. If Lance asks her to be his wife before the 2023 season, we'll go to Paris, you and me. 

July 10, 2023, one day after the United Kingdom race

Today was my 24th birthday. At 00:00 I had received my first congratulatory message and it had been from Mick. Seb called me this morning and we chatted for a while, cutting off our conversation by telling me that he had something important to do. 

One of my favorite things was being able to talk to Sebastian for hours without getting bored, we always had topics of conversation, and he always had advice to give me, it never ran out. So now I am a little sad. 

Throughout the day I had received messages and calls from friends, from my family, even from people in the paddock. Lance and Esteban had invited me to have lunch with them in the afternoon, and yesterday before the race they had spoken with me to coordinate something for my birthday. I finally agreed, deciding to have dinner at a restaurant (which was recommended by Dani Ric) and invite a couple of drivers, taking advantage of the fact that they are still in the United Kingdom after race week. 

Now it was 6 pm, I was in my hotel room while I was looking at what to wear for dinner. Sitting on my bed was Heidi, Daniel's girlfriend. The truth is that I didn't used to talk much with her, although I thought she was a very nice girl, but it was Daniel who lately has tried to make us friends with her. 

30 minutes ago, Daniel had entered my room together with Heidi next to him. A couple of minutes later, the Australian made a comment about how his girlfriend could help me choose what to wear for the night. We both shyly accept, more to please Daniel. 

—I hope you don't mind that I'm here, if you want I can go, there's really no problem…—I hear her say behind my back while I look for something in my suitcase. 

—No, no. It's okay, please. Anyway, maybe I need some girly help around here.— I say turning around and leaving a couple of things on the bed next to her. 

She smirks at me and starts looking at the clothes. 

—What is this? I'm sorry, it's beautiful. You have to wear it tonight.— She lifts up an emerald green dress. 

—You think? I don't know… Isn't it a lot?

—It's not so elegant or so simple, it's perfect for the occasion.— She tells me, and I finally agree with her. 

After a while, she excuses herself to go to her own room and get ready. So she does it, and I start putting on makeup, something simple. 

Now we were on our way. Daniel as a pilot and Heidi by his side talking about a subject I don't know. Me in the back of the car, memories eat away at me while I play with the pendant around my neck. 

Exactly one year ago... 

—I have a gift for you.— Mick whispers. 

After a birthday party with most of my family and singing karaoke with my aunts, Mick and I had escaped to the roof. Both huddled together sharing the same blanket, illuminated by the moonlight. 

—Mick, you know it wasn't necessary.— I turn to look at him, regretting quickly seeing how close we were to each other. 

—But I wanted to.— I see his lips move.— It's something small, but as soon as I saw it, I thought of you.

 I see how he moves a little away from me and the blanket that covered us falls. The body heat from him and the blanket leaving me, leaving me with only the thin dress I was wearing that night. He takes a small box out of his pocket and offers it to me. 

—Are you going to ask me to marry you? I thought that was a Lance thing. 

I hear him let out a small laugh that makes my stomach tingle and my heart race a little. 

—Come on, open it up.

I do what he tells me. Inside the small box rests a delicate chain along with a small and even more delicate emerald diamond. 

—Mick…— I say in a whisper as I admire the object.

It reminded me of your eyes...—I close the box, leave it on my lap and give my friend a hug. 

—Thank you, I love it.— I say with my head buried in his neck. When I separated from him, even with the little light that illuminated us, I could swear that I saw his cheeks flushed with him. 

—Give it to me, let's see how it looks on you.— I passed it to him, our fingers brushing against each other for a millisecond. I didn't know what I was feeling. 

I turned around and grabbed my hair to make his job easier. I can feel his calming breath against my neck as he struggles to open the necklace. 

—Almost there.— He says and I laugh.—Ok, here it goes.

Already with the necklace, I look at it for a few seconds on my neck, and finally I turn to look at him again. 

—What do you think?— I ask with a smile. He looks at me silently. He looks at the necklace, up my face, my mouth, and finally my eyes. 

—Beautifull. 

After that, we return to our previous position. But this time it was different, closer, my head buried in his chest and one of his arms encircling me and circling my shoulder. In that position, I can see him adjust several times. Maybe he's just uncomfortable. 

—Is something wrong?— I ask finally. 

—No, nothing. Why?— He answers quickly. I frown and pull away from him so I can look at his face. 

—Are you sure? 

—Yep.

My body asks me to get closer to him again, to feel his warmth covering me again and feel his smell filtering through my nostrils. But I think that maybe he's uncomfortable and he just doesn't want to say it so he doesn't make me feel bad. 

—Maybe we should go downstairs with my family.— I pull the blanket completely off my body and prepare to stand up, but Mick's hand pulling me back down prevents me. 

—Ellie, I want…— He quickly trails off and starts scratching his head. 

—Hey hey, what's up? You know you can tell me anything, please. 

—I just don't know how to explain it. I just need to do something, but it scares me.— He speaks so softly it's almost impossible for me to understand what he's saying, but I do.

—Do what? 

—Kiss you.— It takes me a few seconds to analyze those two words. Had he really said what I think he said? 

—K-kiss me?— I ask, just to check that my ears haven't deceived me. 

—I just want to… try it and see how I feel, because a while ago I started to… 

—Do it.— I say licking my lips. 

—What? 

—Do it, kiss me.— Mick blinks, stunned. But he quickly reacts, bringing his body closer to mine and raising his hand to my cheek. He leaves a few light caresses there and then goes down to my chin to bring my face closer to his. 

I closed my eyes waiting for the contact, but it never came. Because before anything else can happen, the sudden sound of the window opening interrupts us, causing us to get far enough apart. 

—I knew you were here. Ellie, we're going to sing happy birthday to you, so both of you come downstairs.— It had been Seb who interrupted us, who luckily didn't notice our burning cheeks or our agitated breaths from the nerves of being caught. 

—Yeah, we were about to go down, so… 

—Okay, it's cold out here…— Seb's voice trailed off as he entered the room. 

After that neither of us said anything about it. Not even after a year has passed. And something like that never happened again, even making me think that maybe that day Mick drank too much and it was the alcohol that made him do what he did and said.

end of the flashback

“did you ever hear about the girl who got frozen? Time went on for everybody else, she won't know it. She's still 23 inside her fantasy, how it was supposed to be”.

I look at the people around me talking and laughing among themselves. Some drivers, engineers, people from the paddock in general. I'm happy, of course I am. But someone is missing, two of my favorite people in this world are missing

—Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you.— Escucho como todos comienzan a cantar en unísono. Miro hacia mi derecha y veo a uno de los meseros traer una torta con una gran vela prendida encima y la pone encima de la mesa.—Happy birthday to dear Ellie, happy birthday to you.

Look at the candle in front of me, applause followed by shouts for me to make a wish. I smile as I start to close my eyes. I think of something and blow out the candle. When I open my eyes again, the people around me applaud.

The darkness returns, but it's not just me with my eyes closed, but this time I feel a pair of big hands blocking my view. Instinctively I bring my hands over the strangers.

Is he really who I think he is?

When I hear his laugh, it confirms that what I thought seconds before was correct.

I quickly get up from my seat and turn to find Mick and Sebastian standing, the latter holding a large bouquet of different colored flowers.

—Guys!— I let go through tears. I throw myself into Mick's arms first, who quickly covers me. I bury my head in his chest and inhale his scent. Seconds later, I feel another person joining the hug, whom I quickly recognize as Seb.

—I missed you so much, I never imagined that you would come here.—I kiss both men on the cheek. —You didn't have to, but I really appreciate it, I needed you so much.

—Anything for you little one.— Seb says affectionately as he messes up my hair.

…

The meeting had been calm, people began to leave little by little, saying goodbye and each one going to their hotels.

It was already late, only Seb, Lewis, Daniel, Heidi, Esteban, Lance, Mick and me were there. The atmosphere was still very lively, everyone laughing at a joke that Esteban had made. I shifted my gaze to Mick, I see how his eyes narrow when he smiles and how his hair moves gracefully when he leans forward laughing. He was wearing simple jeans along with a white shirt that made him look so gorgeous..

—Hey.— Sebastian's voice snaps me out of my thoughts. I look at him and feel the blood rise to my cheeks from the thought that he caught me looking at the blond boy.—Are you tired?— He asks me.

—Yeah, i mean, just a little.

—I don't think this will end anytime soon, the boys are having so much fun. But you can go to the hotel, Mick can go with you.

—Me what?— Mick exclaims in front of us, curious to hear his name in our little conversation.

—Could you take Ellie to the hotel? Taking advantage of the fact that you will stay with her.

—Oh yeah. Of course, of course.

—There's no need! You're having fun with the boys… I can take an uber.— I say quickly, getting a laugh from him and he shakes his head. I see how he gets up from his seat and begins to say goodbye to the others, an action that I immediately copied.

As we're outside walking towards his rental car, I brake suddenly when I feel cold and remember that I had brought a jacket with me that night. 

—Wait, I forgot my...

—Your jacket, here it is.— Mick interrupted me just as I was about to turn to return to look for it, he is holding up my garment for me to see.

—Oh thanks.

—It doesn't matter.

When we get to the car, Mick opens the passenger door for me to get in, whispering "thank you" to him before getting in.

The road was silent. Something felt weird, but I didn't know what it was.

—I'm sorry…— I suddenly hear his voice and I turn to look at him.

—Why?

—I don't know, for abandoning you. I know that it affected you a lot that Seb and I have left Formula 1, and I am really sorry.

—What are you talking about? You didn't abandon me, it wasn't your fault, it was Haas who didn't want to rehire you.

—If I had done a better job, Haas would have renewed my contract and I could have been there for you this season...

—Mick, it's not…— I start to speak, putting my hand over his, but he cuts me off.

—No Ellie, I'm sorry. it's my fault. And please don't try to deny it, because you won't be able to change my mind.

The rest of the way was just as silent as the rest, but now it was uncomfortable, nostalgic.

When we got to the hotel, we both took a quick shower before going to bed. This was not the first time, we had slept together many times before, so it was not something strange or new in our relationship as friends.

Both of us with our backs to each other, the lights already off, but I can tell Mick is still awake by the way he breathes and shifts on the mattress.

—You know what?— I say suddenly, turning in his direction.

—What happen? You can not sleep?

—Turn around, I want to talk to you.

He complies with my request, now we are both face to face, but far enough away that I don't get nervous.

—I think you owe me a prize.

—A prize? What do you mean?— He says, frowning and thinking for a few seconds. When he finally realized what I  meant, his eyes widened and his mouth shaped like an "o" .— Lance proposed to her before the season began.

—Yep.

—You won the bet.

—Yep.

—So I owe you a trip to Paris.

—Exactly.

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Disavowed - pt. 1

[2k Words/10min. Read - [CENSORED] x Reader (Check Tags for Spoilers) - SFW/✨Mildly Spicy✨/Very Suggestive (Smut to Come) - Church, One Night Stands, Mutual Drinking, Hickeys/Love Bites, New to Town, Hot Mess MC]

Sister Judith was in firm judgment of your turtleneck on this sunny Saturday morning. Thankfully, she was seemingly satisfied once you explained you’d moved from somewhat warmer climates. Not to mention your heater in your rented room wasn’t working. Clearly, this was a reasonable clothing choice and not something you pulled on in the five minutes you were able to get into your closet. 

None of this was true, of course, but you couldn't afford to lose this job right after landing it and moving here for it.

It wasn’t like it was her fault you’d gotten carried away, so it wasn't like you needed to burden her with the frightful appearance you had driving like mad back to your apartment that morning before arriving just in time for your first formal meeting. 

Yes, instead of telling the truth, you sat in Sister Judith’s office in Pinewood Falls Prep, your back as straight as a board and your sweating hands demurely clasped on your knee. 

And for what it was worth, you’d almost questioned the sister yourself. All your correspondence, at least from what you remembered, had been with Jacqueline. You knew the school was in a religious area, but you naively hadn’t realized you’d actually be an office manager for a private Catholic school. Jacqueline had brightly greeted you from the empty reception desk when you’d arrived, with a picture of the Savior himself on the wall behind her. So now it was just you and Sister Judith. 

It was like she could see what you were hiding under your turtleneck. Perspiration was starting to gather under the band of your bra. 

“I hope you have hobbies,” Sister Judith clucked while she paged through the various paperwork and employment contracts she’d pulled out of a file for you. A permanent frown was etched into the lines of her surprisingly soft face, unhelpful to her eternally judgemental tone. “I can't say there's much of a night life here.”

“No, ma’am,” you hurriedly replied before realizing how confusing you were being. “I, er, I meant to say I do have hobbies. And it’s no problem, there not being any night life. That’s what I meant.”

You’d already figured out where there was night life, hence the turtleneck. If Pinewood Falls was the pretty and devout golden child, then Briar Bay was its hardened, spinster older sister. And if you hadn't been berating yourself the entire drive back to your rented room that morning, then you would've even been ecstatic that it was “just” a 30 minute drive away. Yes, there wasn’t a night life in Pinewood Falls, and you didn't know it yet but you would grow to wish you had gotten some hobbies instead. 

Sister Judith slid over your paperwork and a pen, but her hand remained on the writing utensil despite you reaching for it. 

“I’m not supposed to turn you away regardless of faith, so I’m not going to,” she gravely began. “However, I will say I do take stock in the spiritual well-being of my staff.”

You swallowed a thick ball of hot air. “I – it’s funny you mention that – because I was, er, actually was actually going to ask what time service begins tomorrow morning, ma’am.”

The tiniest hint of a proud smile pulled at the Sister’s tight line of a mouth. “Promptly at 9:00AM, child. You'll want to get there early for a good seat.”

You were running late.

As it would turn out, politely refusing your landlord’s offer of joining everyone for a homemade dinner in the communal living room in favor of accidentally getting tipsy on wine in your room was not a good recipe for a decent night’s sleep. 

You should've accepted the invitation and had a nice time, really get to meet Seungmin and your other housemates, but all you did instead was scour every dating app and social media outlet for whoever your elusive one-night-stand was.

Especially because your search was fruitless. 

Especially because it was still bothering you. You’d had rough nights before, ones where you didn’t quite remember all that happened, but you’d never not remembered what someone’s name or what they looked like before. It was unsettling at the very least. 

Having come too late to get a good seat, you walked up and down the outer sides of the pews in an excruciating horseshoe maneuver to look for an acceptable substitute until none other than Sister Judith met your eye. 

That may have actually been a blessing. Now that she saw you, you could've dipped. However, your hazy tryst in Briar Bay had mentioned one thing you did remember. 

“You live in Pinewood Falls? I'm moving there in a couple weeks. Have you seen the church there?”

“Do I look like I go to church?” you’d laughed. 

“You should try it,” he had teased back, “maybe we’ll run into each other.”

It was precisely this playful jab that had driven you nuts the previous night. You’d swiped through dating apps, clicked through webs of social media circles, trying like crazy to see if any of these local men jogged your memory. But, alas, there was no luck. Even though you hardly remembered anything after your umpteenth drink, no one sparked any recognition on your behalf. Too old, too young, too tall, too scruffy — you didn’t recall much, but you were positive you’d know him when you saw him. There were little, tiny bits of details you could almost sort of remember. His slight stubble had scraped into your neck before he left you a perfect de facto roadmap of hickeys. You recalled standing just as tall as him standing up on your toes – if not a little taller, judging by the way you could recount how it felt to wrap your arms around him. None of these men at mass seemed to ring any bells. Maybe his ominous little tease had been just that: a tease. 

To your benefit, sitting in the back few rows gave you a perfect view of the whole ritual of mass. It'd been years since you'd been to church. Your experience was mostly being dragged when you'd visit your grandmother, so now you watched the congregation in front of you to figure out when to sit, stand, kneel, or bow your head. Overall, it was a fairly harmless service. The old priest was pleasant enough, and his homily lacked any of the fearmongering or outright judgment you’d been dreading. In lieu of the small gaggle of altar servers you were accustomed to seeing, seated to the side of the pulpit were a deacon and an associate priest, two young men assigned to the church. This made sense, you figured. A seminary was just a few hours away, and there was a whole line of framed alumni portraits in the main corridor of Pinewood Falls Prep, all the young men and women who went on to serve Christ. You didn’t pay much attention to the names of either man amidst all the ritual, but to that matter you never even caught the name of the head priest himself. 

You honestly felt a bit at peace, at least until the priest began to prepare the body and blood of Christ. Your heart leapt into your throat again. There was no way you’d take communion. You only just started going to church again, it was way too public.

But wouldn’t Sister Judith see if you didn’t take communion? Wouldn’t she care?

The latter question practically answered itself. Of course she would care. 

Your mind raced. It wasn’t a big deal to get communion. It’d make a good impression and you could get a better view of the congregation, maybe spy your anonymous rendezvous. The thought of you two locking eyes and recognizing each other gave you butterflies, to be honest. He’d been so hot that it frankly felt unfair to hardly remember anything. You couldn’t even remember how you got back to his place, except your car was right outside in the morning. A small, bashful smile tugged at your lip as you did suddenly recall the way his belt had caught onto the waistband of your jeans. His solution had been to simultaneously unbutton your jeans with one hand and unbuckle his belt with the other, swift as the devil.

Great time to think of the devil, you almost laughed out loud to yourself. Your palms had gone sweaty. Great time to get distracted overall, really. The first row of churchgoers arose from their pews to line up for communion.   

Still, once you'd uncorked that bottle it was hard to close. Anything you could remember of the hazy night was playing at full volume in your head. The musk of his cologne mixing with the perspiration brought about by your fooling around, his pleading groan in your ear, the first time he'd nipped at your neck hard enough to leave a mark. You only vaguely remember goading him on to do it again and again. 

You were wearing another turtleneck despite doing everything you could to cover the marks. And even if you could confidently hide the ones on your neck, the ones on your cleavage were stubborn.

It was finally time for your row to get up for communion. Your hands were sweating for some reason. The breaths coursing through your lungs were made of razor blades.

This really wasn’t a big deal, you reassured yourself. You’d take communion and everyone would be happy with you starting as the perky new receptionist for Pinewood Falls Prep. Really, this was setting up a good image. You’d treat yourself to an expensive coffee or something after this.

By now, it was almost preferable to cling onto the few memories you had of the other night. You didn’t remember the first time you kissed, but you could recall the way he cursed when you first touched him. The whole night had felt like you were incredibly in sync.

Probably.

Oh jesus.

How were you even supposed to take communion? Your mind scrambled to remember how this was supposed to go, there was a whole back and forth and everything. 

Oh god you were so out of your element. This was such a terrible idea. What even compelled you to do this? You could’ve just stayed in your seat. You could’ve just stayed home. Did you even really need this job?

You swallowed a stiff breath and steadied yourself as you did your best to remember. First you were going to bow your head when you got up there, right? And you would raise your cupped hands for the priest, and he’d say something.

What would he say?

“The body of Christ.”

Your gaze snapped up from where it’d been focused on your shoes.

That voice. It was so familiar. Where had you heard it before?

The priest said it again to the next member of the congregation in line. You strained to hear better over the organ playing, maybe crane your head just right so you could see ahead of you. 

There was no way this was what you thought it was.

Dread filled you, starting from your feet and snaking its way up your throat. You were drowning in it already, no room to breathe and your heart beating so hard it could crack a rib.

What the hell did the old man say this guy’s name was at the beginning of service?

Up ahead, you’d finally traversed enough of the aisle of the church to begin to make out distinct features of the young priest. A mop of richly dark brown hair, the waves tamed into a respectable undercut, still failed to keep all the fringe out of the father’s eyes. Gentle chin, strong neck on broad shoulders, adorable nose to complement his gorgeous pout–

Father Chris. That’s what the older priest had said.

Chris?

Your mind flashed white.

No.

Fuck.

Yes?

Jesus Christ. 

You slept with a priest.

[To be continued.]

#stray kids fanfic #stray kids smut #skz smut #skz x you #skz x reader #SPOILERS AHEAD #bang chan x reader #bang chan x you #bang chan breakdown

[itsamebubza]

@kkskevents

Day 05 - Immortal, "I won't let you go"

short ficlet below the cut!

Eternity

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"It is so unfair. You are still so handsome" she managed to whisper.

He looked at her, so beautiful with her skin rippling and folding in itself like soft silk. Her lips were no longer the ripe pink they wore when they met, but they still carried her voice and words - those that had truly captivated him years ago.

She was white and grey, pale and ivory in the places where rose and blush had covered her like cherry blossoms in early spring. He supposed that it made sense, since this was finally the winter she had so terribly feared.

"I am afraid you'd grow bored of an eternity with me" he muttered. Her eyes burned as she glared at him, the intensity of her gaze not lost to time. The silence stretched the seconds they didn't have into what seemed as forever, yet moments with her, he admitted, seemed to never last.

"How many more lives do I need to live before you just let me stay with you?"

He inspected her face, locking it into memory like the centenary of times he had done so before.

"Not yet."

She must have sensed he wouldn't explain himself so she let it go. Her fingers found his to pull him softly towards her bed.

"I'll miss you" she said softly as her face wrinkled beautifully with age and nostalgia.

"You won't remember until I tell you" amusement danced in his voice and lit up his stone eyes.

"Yes, but I remember now, how it seems like I miss you when I don't know you. And I remember how it felt each life before."

The sky slowly painted itself a treacherous lilac. It was almost time. Her eyes steeled with resolution and strength he didn't think she still was capable of at her age, but she was known to always surprise him.

"Promise me" she begged. She didn't need to say it. He knew what she meant. It was cruel how she always said this at the end, she never remembered, but their last conversation was always the same.

"I won't let you go" his voice came out like a spell that always seemed to take her from him. The words she wanted to hear. Her face twisted in a sudden moment of recognition, the deja-vú of their many lasts.

She remembered why it was like this and why it would always be as her eyes slowly lost focus.

Sometimes, he wouldn't find her until she was happy and belonged to someone else. He had made a promise to himself not to meddle those times after the last time.

Sometimes, he found her too early, and those were bad times, as he found it impossible not to get involved. Her soul, trapped in a young mind, clung onto his and promptly placed him in a role she needed for the lifetime. He would take it, just being part of her life was enough for him.

Sometimes he wouldn't find her at all and, in retrospect, these were the worst of all.

It was a warm day when he found her again. The same face he had loved countless times before stared in awe at the painting he had gotten for her, now owned by the museum. The same jade eyes shined with curiosity and… Was that recognition? She looked young, but not much more than himself he guessed, and his fingers trembled in anticipation. Was her skin as soft as he remembered? Her eyes as perceptive? Her voice his favorite song?

He crossed the hall almost in a second, every fiber of his being yearning for her voice, yet it felt like he would never reach her side. As he finally stood behind her, her scent and energy welcomed him like old friends.

This was it. This time, it would be it.

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AAAAAND, because I couldn't resist, Kakashi's social media account.

#kksk2022 #kakasaku #kakashi hatake #sakura haruno #fanart #xeneart #prose

[nerdygaymormon]

what do you think of the new For the Strength of Youth?

From what I've seen it is better than what came before it.

I like the idea that it now presents principles and invites people to live those without giving a list of specifics on how to apply those principles.

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Here's a few things that caught my eye:

Treat everyone as a child of God. As a disciple of Jesus Christ, you can lead out in treating people of all races and religions and any other groups with love, respect, and inclusion—especially those who are sometimes victims of hurtful words and actions.

Use social media to uplift. Social media can be a powerful communication tool. If you use it, focus on light, faith, and truth. Don’t compare your life to what other people seem to be experiencing. Remember that your worth comes from being a child of heavenly parents, not from social media.

Sexual feelings are an important part of God’s plan to create happy marriages and eternal families. These feelings are not sinful—they are sacred. Too often LDS youth are taught that these feelings and attractions are wrong, I'm glad they are removing that stigma. I like that they don't use the terms like "petting" but are clear and direct in their language. I especially like they removed all the rules about length of women's skirts or prohibitions on tattoos or getting a 2nd earring, the list of specifics is gone and up to the individual to interpret & apply the principles.

I am attracted to people of my same sex. How do these standards apply to me? Feeling same-sex attraction is not a sin...Remember that the Savior understands everything you experience. I like that they make clear these feelings are not sinful. I also like the implication that Jesus felt these same feelings. While we teach that Christ felt all the things humans experience, many Church members would be offended at the idea that Christ ever experienced what it's like to be gay.

I was abused, and I feel ashamed. Am I guilty of sin? Being a victim of any abuse or assault does not make you guilty of sin. I'm glad it's clear that you're not guilty or accountable for the abuse you experience

What is the Lord’s standard on dress, grooming, tattoos, and piercings? The Lord’s standard is for you to honor the sacredness of your body, even when that means being different from the world. Let this truth and the Spirit be your guide as you make decisions—especially decisions that have lasting effects on your body. The rules about hemlines, showing shoulders, tattoos or ear piercings are gone. GONE! You decide for yourself

Truth will make you free. This section includes that it's okay to have questions and doubts and being educated is important. Our church says all truth is embraced and fits together. The problem has been that truth learned in a laboratory that challenges previous teachings has generally been pushed away. Research shows that being LGBTQ+ has biological components and is not just an “attraction” and I think the implications of this are profound

Find joy in Christ. Choices matter...But that doesn’t mean the path will be problem free. Too often church members speak as though if something went smoothly then it was God's will, it was meant to be. However, one only has to look at LDS Church history to see we don't believe that, the pioneers didn't have it easy.

What about … ? I like there is an appendix where a person can look up a topic and click a link to find what For the Strength of Youth says. It's useful.

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Things I wasn't crazy about:

The idea that the commandment to love God is different from the commandment to love others. Matthew 22:39 says "And the second is like unto it." That's how the King James translators put it into English. The Greek word translated as "like" is ὁμοία which is Romanized as homoia. This Greek word means "like, resembling, the same as." In other words, loving yourself & your neighbor is the same as loving God.

I generally agree with the sentiment that real-life friendships are more important and more meaningful than interacting with people online. However, real friendships and community can be developed online. This is especially important for minority groups who may not have much opportunity to meetup in person. For queer people, this could be because they aren't yet out to their family, or queer spaces are associated with alcohol and therefore not accessible to minors.

I don't like that queerness continues to be presented as a challenge to be overcome. Also, when are they going to give up the phrase "experience same sex attraction" and use gay, lesbian, and bisexual. Also, they again left trans people out.

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Yesterday, Elder Christofferson said, "We may unwittingly impose standards on others that are not the Lord's standards."

While I believe Elder Christofferson meant "we" as individuals, I think it also is true when we think of "we" as the church.

The new For the Strength of Youth strives to avoid applying standards beyond the principles, and that's a change I can get behind.

#For the Strength of Youth #queerstake #tumblrstake

[rarepears]

I love your AUs you make. Some of the best day dream material there is. I am to lazy to write stories but it’s great to day dream about them.

I have seen your post with fic recs.Do you have any other fic recs of fic you just think are amazing?

Thank you so much! I still need to write up a bunch of my other ideas into a coherent string of words, but there's more new AUs to come! Some a little more ludicrous than others, if that's even possible.

Back to #rarepears recs which is apparently going to be a Thing. Since you didn't specify any particular fandom and the fact that you can stalk my bookmarks to see what I've been reading lately if you only wanted one particularly fandom... I'm giving you a little bit of everything:

Anything by esama. She is the GODDEST of fanfiction and nothing you say can convince me otherwise. Don't know what to start with first? Since it's most likely that you found me through my SVSSS ideas, Metagaming by esama is a great starting point in her treasure trove of works.

Likewise, anything by llamallamaduck. There's so many rarepairs and crack crossovers like damn did you just let me into a buffet for free? Plus the update speed is insane.

nirejseki's MDZS fics are a thing of glory and I have no doubt that my characterization of Lan Qiren and Wen Ruohan are influenced by their works and it shows. (Moreover, I would have never seen Wen Ruohan as a shippable character otherwise.)

Still can't get over the image of Sukuna dressed up in pink ruffled J-pop girl stage outfit, complete with the makeup, nails, and All The Things in In another galaxy (we belong to you and me) by slex (slexenskee)

We all know that astolat is amazing, but The Price of Bread and Salt and Royal Flush (both Game of Thrones works) are insane because I never expected those twists and turns.

I'm still (patiently) waiting for updates to love is a call to arms by blackkat. I really do love political discussions and grey mortality, what can I say?

And as a result, you won't be too surprised to know how much I adore Cleaning Crew; Teaching Kids to Value their Safety, for Fun and Profit by Reavv. A BNHA fic that gives a little more explorations about the downsides to hero schools, hero life under the glitz and glamour of the pro-hero industry, all from an outsider civilian POV.Meanwhile you can totally count on a Kakashi-who-reincarnates-as-Hawks Naruto X BNHA crossover to totally disillusion hopeful naive hero interns like nobody's business: Learning to Fly by Asteroid_Duck (JustThatOneGirl1815). Or have a Kakashi-with-his-shinobi-mindset getting dumbed into BNHA and having to figure out what the fuck is going on in this new world and adapting to all this cultural shock: One Sandwich Short of a Picnic by Sagartolen.

Have some more awesome outsider POV, but this time it's set in Naruto: Doing the Work by MarbleGlove

How about a sort of outsider POV except it's freaking Dabi who doesn't remember his past (yay amnesia) so he's trying to research what could be his possible backstory... area cryptid upset no one bothered to inform him of his tragic backstory by crimsonseekers

Outsider POV is all fun and giggles, but have you ever considered Academic Outer POVs?? Especially about the Jedi Order?? center stage by deniigiq

I do very much enjoy reading Hawks-centric stories, so enjoy this one in particular as Hawks as to juggle teaching at UA on top of all the other things that he does: Hawks-Sensei by GC4life

A World of Water and Crystal by The Feels Whale (miscellea) where it's technically Shen Yuan (who is Not Shen Qingqiu in this fic just to be clear!!) X Luo Bingge, except Shen Yuan's love makes Luo Bingge revert into Luo Bingmei mode. It's great.

Who doesn't like a good old time travel fix it, crack taken seriously fic? So have this amazing yuri on ice fic eternity will be born from hope by theseviolentdelights99. Lots of social media content too which is a huge plus!

The Less Than Immaculate Conception by The_Carnivorous_Muffin, Vinelle somehow makes the pairing (Yes, Twilight Volturi Marcus X Bella the human) seem like the most rational and sane thing out of everything that happens in this fic. (Just a note that you need to read Painting Red Madonnas first since The Less Than Immaculate Conception is an AU of Painting Red Madonnas. But trust me, that's also tasty, if only just a little less insane. BUT YOU WILL TOTALLY UNDERSTAND WHY when Bella's baby's name is revealed.)

How to even describe this masterpiece? Probably THE best worldbuilding I've ever found on AO3 period. Like it's Star Wars which is full of planets but this author is building out new conlangs and new cultures (plus all the OCs involved in describing the rich culture of the planets!!). So give it a go and then find yourself a week in being desperate enough for more than you join their discord server to read sneak peak snippets of future chapters: Civil Wars, Whistleblower Tactics, Schematic Drafting, And The Finer Points Of Sith Adoption: The Essential How-To Guide For The Engineering Jedi by Jackdaw_Kraai

So I tried to limit myself to 15 slots, but how can I not mention @marbelcrossovers? Go check out Marbel's beautiful BNHA crossovers; her GOJO X ENDEAVOR fic is what led me to write my first fanfiction Ichimaru Gin X Endeavor (and then start this tumblr blog) after all. And then I might have (evilly) thrown around the idea of Bakugou X Xanxus at her which turned into a 156k words and counting fic called Ready For The Mayhem. 😂👌 Good work Marbel! Cheering you on for more!

Anyways, happy reading!

#rarepears recs #ask #recs #fic recs #svsss #scumbag self saving system #scum villain #ao3 #bnha #naruto #star wars #boku no academia #game of thrones #mdzs #mao dao zu shi #jjk #twilight

[neocatharsis]

NCT's Jaehyun on dialling up the ‘sexy lonely’ vibe in new single “Forever Only”

With his new song “Forever Only”, Jaehyun is ready to introduce two things: himself as a solo artist, and a new genre of music he has dubbed “sexy lonely”.

The Korean singer-songwriter just released his debut single as part of NCT LAB, a home where members of K-Pop’s enterprising, ever-expanding NCT can share the facets of their musical identity. Though this is his first official solo release, Jaehyun made his debut as part of NCT U, the 23-strong collective’s revolving unit, in early 2017 before finding his fixed home in the colossus’ Seoul-based subgroup NCT 127. In the 7 years since he was introduced, the softly-spoken, often-introspective vocalist has also lent his talents to acting, radio hosting and television MC-ing.

With its origins from record label SM Entertainment rooted in planting K-Pop all across the world, transcending cultures, language and physical location is weaved into the fabric of NCT. It makes up the DNA of not only its members, who hail from across Asia and North America (Jaehyun, though born and raised in Korea, also spent five years of his childhood in the States), but the lore the group is formed around. In their fictional universe, which appears in visual themes throughout their discography, the members exist in a sort of fantasy dimension where the only way they can reach each other is in an endless search through dreams. It offers us a symbol of the eternal pursuit of a life free from solitude, and the very human impulse to chase connection despite the environments around us.

These are themes that exist in Jaehyun’s partially self-penned lyrics for “Forever Only”, though they’re broadly less fantastical. They speak plainly of the gentle torture in seeking comfort from another’s presence, even when ties feel like they’re loosening – hence “sexy lonely”. He croons over a guitar-laced, vibey R&B melody which holds the kind of early-2000’s boyband key changes the earthy tones of his voice call for. Over video call from Seoul, Jaehyun speaks to GQ about some of his own personal firsts on the eve of his debut single.

First thing you do when it comes to composing lyrics…

Well, usually I think of the theme, then melody and then lyrics, but this time I thought of the loneliness in the song first. I thought of the image first this time, and it becomes quite easy to write the lyrics once you have that image in your head. For this song, [writing] was quite fast because I didn't have that much time. I’m just so excited to release a song filled up with my own voice and emotions. I really want [listeners] to feel closer and get to know more about the true side of myself through music.

First CD you ever bought…

I think it was the album from Alicia Keys, the one that has "If I Ain’t Got You" (The Diary of Alicia Keys, 2003). It’s because my dad used to recommend me those songs when I was really young. That song was the background music of my SNS (Korean abbreviation for social media) when I was really young. We called it minihompy (Cyworld) in Korea.

First time you were really nervous in your career…

I think I’m always nervous when it comes to starting something. For my first debut I was really nervous, my first acting [job] I was really nervous. Right now, showing my first solo song, I got kind of nervous. I really wanted to be good. I used to get really nervous when I was in front of a camera, but I’ve gotten much better now because I can do this kind of free talking in front of a camera. A long time ago, I used to be really nervous even, just, you know, talking about myself or doing an interview.

First time you ever felt like you were proud of yourself?

The first time I got rid of the two training wheels on my bicycle. I was really proud of myself. I remember it really clearly. It was on a hill, in that moment, on grass. I didn't believe that I got rid of the two wheels at that time, but when I looked back I realised that I didn’t have them anymore. I was really proud of myself. I made it!

First person you showed your new music to…

This time it was [fellow NCT member] Johnny, because we were on a schedule together. We were talking about the new song, it was before the mixing part, right after recording. He said that it was kind of sexy, but he also thought of the lonely feeling that's inside. There were [no nerves], it was just like “you want to hear it?” and he was like “of course!”

First impression of your fellow NCT members…

There are a lot of people! [laughs] I just mentioned Johnny, and his first impression was “oh, he's tall!”. He's tall and he kind of had a calm vibe. There was a group of older members and younger group members while we were training, and I used to be the youngest of the oldest group. The hyung members, the older members, used to treat me as the youngest kid in the group. When we play around or hang around these days, I always have that feeling from training. It still feels like the time, you know. I feel like that age when I’m around the members.

First career aspiration…

My first career aspiration... I wanted to be good at everything. But there was a time when I had to write about my dream job at school, and the last thing I wrote before singing or before acting was was a theme park designer. I was really curious about how the things in the parks move, like the roller coasters or the, you know, swings and Viking ships and all the stuff. I was really curious about how it works. 

Jaehyun's new single “Forever Only” is out now.

© British GQ

#nct #nct 127 #jaehyun

[makingspiritualityreal]

Why Spirituality is a Realistic Concept that translates to a Better Quality of Life

One of the things that upsets me the most in spiritual circles is people who give the subject a bad rep by making it sound detached from reality. In truth, these people are just using spiritual concepts for escapism and their attitude of ignoring this human life we chose to experience has nothing to do with depth or understanding.

Just because spirituality helps us understand, that there is more to the Universal existence than the mundane physical things, it doesn't mean that it should be an escape from these things. Spirituality is about understanding how to handle physical things and make the most out of them while remaining in alignment with your soul. The whole point of experiencing spirituality in this physical incarnation is to see it... through the perspective of the physical vessel. If we were looking at spiritual concepts from a higher dimensional perspective at the exclusion of the human life we're living now...we wouldn't even be using human language to discuss these ideas.

The same applies to Astrology. The point of looking at a chart is to understand in more detail the expression of our soul here on Earth, at a given point in time. Our higher selves couldn't care less... because they already have that bigger perspective. They don't need a chart to know. The chart is DESIGNED as a roadmap for the simple human brain to connect with the soul energy... through lower human concepts, understandable to the human perspective. Once we completely transcend the human point of view, we're most probably already in between incarnations, and we have no use for these simple human tools created for understanding higher concepts.

This is something that makes me very angry because it takes away all credibility from who you are and what you do when you say "I'm spiritual". People assume you're high on drugs, detached from the physical aspects of this life and can't even see what is in front of you.

Spirituality is about remembering that your soul is with you every second of every moment, as you live your physical life. It's about letting your soul fully drink in the material energetic imprint of this life. You can't do that if you're not present in your reality and not aware of the life you're living.

Being aware of the bigger picture doesn't mean ignoring what is happening here and now. It's about living the here and now in a meaningful way, knowing what choices to make based on the depth of your consciousness.

Granted, there are certain things you can't control immediately, but even faith is about believing something PHYSICAL will change over time enough to give you answers on what actions are correct to take. It's not about wishing your life away and giving up on realising it, it's about being able to take action in alignment with yourself while letting go of the illusion that you can micromanage every detail of your existence.

When I make a post on my social media, the goal is to give it to people here, in the now. I can't control who and how views it...but I share it with the people who need my wisdom in mind. My self expression in this physical life is to help people at a specific point in time. The subject may be spirituality related, but it is supposed to bring something tangible to the world. If I wanted to just float around in space and didn't have a purpose here on Earth, I would skip on the pain of human life altogether.

There is a perfect balance between observing a larger perspective and introducing it into your everyday life. Spirituality is simply about finding that balance. For me, it is a calling that will last a lifetime, and it doesn't lead to a lack of "realism". It simply makes all of my physical experiences more meaningful, because I choose to be present in every moment, right here, right now...even with the perspective of eternity.

#making spirituality real #astrology #spirituality #spiritual journey #spiritual awakening

[labrats-and-clonetroopers]

I cannot tell you how much I love your ahsoka x chase ship.

How did you come up with it? (Did I ask you that before?)

Do you have any other lab rats x star wars ships?

It came to mind a few years ago (maybe 2017 or 2018, I don't really remember), back when I was just a silent, lurking fan (my parents didn't allow me to have any social media accounts as a minor, so I just engaged with fan content as a guest and never posted anything I wrote). I've always been obsessed with crossovers; before I got on tumblr and had an audience to keep in mind, 90% of anything I wrote, or even just imagined, were crossovers. Lab Rats and Star Wars (Prequels/Clone Wars Era) were my favorite sci-fi fandoms, and I really enjoyed the idea of the Star Wars universe reacting to the bionic technology of Lab Rats.

I was playing with a story where Chase ended up stranded in the Star Wars galaxy, and had to stick it out with Anakin, Rex, Ahsoka, Obi-Wan, and Co. until he managed to find/invent a way to get back home. I don't remember the details, but I was imagining the final goodbye scene, and when it came to Ahsoka's farewell it just, idk, clicked? Like I just realized there was little spark of potential chemistry I had never considered before.

And that plot bunny, though it has drastically evolved since then, waged war and fortified itself permanently in my brain. The brain rot is eternal.

I don't have any other Star Wars/Lab Rats crossover pairings that I'm 100% on board with (at least when it comes to canon characters, I have a Captain Atomic/Star Wars OC that's becoming essential to my AU worldbuilding). I am entertaining the idea of Kaz/Trace Martez; there's some cute potential there and I want to play with that idea. I also have some interest in Bree Davenport/Korkie Kryze, but I'm really conflicted when it comes to choosing who to ship Bree with.

#crossover pairing #ahsoka x chase #chase x ahsoka #this was a really long explanation for a very simple question #sorry about that but i like to be boring and dramatic #ahsoka tano x chase davenport #chase davenport x ahsoka tano #ahsokase

[lucy90712]

Hey! I just read the headcannon about period and i'd love to read an imagine with fabio about it. Maybe his girlfriend was having strong cramps and he could take care of her. Thanks.

Fabio Quartararo- That time again

I hate being on my period on any given day but some things make it worse and being at work is one of them. Which is why when I got to work today sat down and felt that I'd started I wanted to get up and go back home but sadly I couldn't as I had a lot to get done. Before I could do any of it I rooted through my bag and found some supplies right at the bottom and headed to the bathroom. On my way a few of the girls I speak to at the company looked at me and gave me a sympathetic smile clearly knowing exactly what was going on as we have all done it at some point. That didn't really make me feel any better especially when back at my desk there was a new set of papers for me to look at and a couple emails with things for me to get done today which weren't on my agenda to do today.

Throughout the day the cramps started to creep in which made my day worse and worse as they got more and more painful but I didn't have any pain killers so I just had to live with the pain until I could go home which felt like an eternity. Each minute felt like an hour which was painful but it did mean I was quite productive and was able to get all the extra things done as well as all the things I was aiming to do when I arrived. Eventually though the clock hit 6 and although usually I would stay a bit longer to finish things off today I grabbed my things and left straight away. My day went from bad to worse though as my car was pretty much out of fuel which meant I had to fill it up on the way home as I'm not at all like Fabio and wouldn't dare risk driving with no fuel.

Of course along the way there was loads of traffic for some reason which meant it took twice as long as usual to even get to the petrol station and once I was there only one pump was working so there was a long queue which I just had to sit in. All I had to keep me entertained was my phone which normally would be great but today no one had text me and my social media was just barren as there wasn't any posts or anything. Finally I was able to fill up my car and rejoin the traffic that appeared to just be everywhere today and was almost making me pull my hair out but luckily I made it home before I felt the need to resort to that but it was definitely close. 

As soon as I walked in the door I wanted to go and find some painkillers so I went to the kitchen where our medicine cabinet is and rooted through everything in there as most of it is stuff Fabio uses for injuries. After taking out half of the things in there I found no painkillers which meant I either had to deal with the pain or go and get some which honestly after sitting in the traffic sounded like the worst thing imaginable. Instead of thinking about it I remembered that I needed to change so I went to the bathroom to find my supplies which are usually in a draw but when I opened it the draw was empty.

That was just about the last straw and by that point there was no controlling my emotions the tears just started flowing. I knew it was stupid to cry over it because there was a simple fix to all of my problems and that was to go to the store but after the horrendous day I've had even that felt like too much. For some reason with all the hormones it just felt like my life was crumbling around me and it wasn't helped by the fact that Fabio has been gone all weekend so I haven't seen him in days which always makes me more emotional than usual anyway. 

Fabio's POV

Being away from home for days on end is never fun but when I eventually get to come home and be with y/n again I forget all about missing her so much and just enjoy our time together before I inevitably have to leave for another race weekend. This race was a lot further out so I had to leave earlier and have got back later than usual so we have been apart for longer than usual which makes me more excited then ever to see y/n and get to spend the evening purely cuddling with her. I know she has been having an awful time at work and I wish I could have been home or at least able to talk to her more but there was nothing I can do about that now all I can do is spend time with her now while I can. 

Pulling into the driveway I saw her car there which meant she was home already and hadn't stayed late at work like she has been doing a lot recently. Although she was home when I opened the door no lights were on despite it being dark out and it was completely silent which is very unusual as even if y/n was upstairs where I couldn't see the light there would definitely be music or something playing throughout the house as I know she hates silence. I called her name to see where she was but there was no answer which made me panic as something just felt off like I knew something was wrong but I couldn't tell exactly what it was as sadly I'm not psychic. 

I wanted to believe she was just busy so didn't hear me but I had to know where she was as the feeling of anxiety wouldn't leave me so I checked every room downstairs before heading up the stairs and checking all off the obvious places up there. I looked in her office as I thought she could be in there but she wasn't and then I checked our bedroom but she wasn't sat in there. Just as I was about leave and move on to the next room I heard sniffling and then sobbing from behind the bathroom door. Right away I knew that y/n was in there crying and probably had been for ages which made me feel awful that she had just been sat there crying on her own with no one to talk to make her feel better. It made me wonder if she has been doing this every night I've been away and because I haven't been here I haven't noticed how upset she has been. All of those thoughts had to be put to the side for the moment though as there is nothing I can do about the past but I can go in there and be there for her now.

So that's exactly what I did I opened the door to see her curled up on the floor next to the vanity where one of the draws was open. It took me a second but I quickly realised that the draw was the one she puts all of her period supplies and weirdly that made me feel a little better as it meant she probably hasn't been crying every night I was gone. As much as I didn't feel quite as bad it still wasn't nice to see her crying so I got down on the floor next to her and held her close to my chest and rubbed her back to hopefully calm her down. Her tears continued to flow but I could feel her grab onto me harder so I knew I just had to let her cry until she eventually stopped.

Your POV

After what felt like forever I heard the bathroom door open and I felt arms going around my waist which I knew instantly was Fabio. He pulled me to his chest and rubbed my back which presumably was to calm me down but I just couldn't stop the tears so instead I held onto him tighter just so he knew I appreciated him being there. To try and calm myself down I listened to his heartbeat which really helped to regulate mine and my breathing which eventually made the tears slow down until they stopped. Even once I stopped crying the room was still silent and Fabio just stroked my hair while keeping a tight grip on my waist which was comforting especially after having not seen him in so long it felt great to have his arms around me again. He let me hold onto him until I had calmed down fully and then he picked me up and carried me downstairs to the sofa where he sat me on his lap with his arms tightly around me. 

"Are you ready to talk yet?" He asked 

"Yeah" I croaked back with my voice breaking up from crying 

"What's up then love?" He asked 

"Well its a long story but I've had a horrible day and I started my period but we don't have any pain killers and I don't have any supplies which was my final straw which is why I was crying" I explained 

"Oh darling I'm sorry how about you settle in here and put some comfy clothes on and I'll go to the store and get everything you need" he said 

"That would be great thank you" I replied

With that he took me off his lap and went to put his shoes on before coming back over and giving me one last kiss before actually leaving the house. Once he was out the door I went upstairs and changed into a pair of shorts and one of Fabio's shirts that I always steal as its comfy and it usually smells like him which is always nice. While upstairs I took my makeup off and did my skincare as well as putting my hair up in a messy bun as thats all I could be bothered to do and I knew Fabio wouldn't care so I didn't worry about looking awful. It took me a while to get myself ready as I had no motivation to do anything quickly but I did eventually go back and settle in on the sofa just as Fabio got home. The smile on his face as he walked over was just so infectious that I couldn't help but smile back a tiny bit and my smile only got bigger when he sat next to me and gave me everything he got. He had got everything I needed but he also brought me chocolates and sweets as well as my favourite crisps because he is the sweetest person and the best boyfriend ever.

We sat down together for a bit with me eating some of the snacks he brought before he got up to go and make some proper dinner for the both of us. I watched him from the sofa for a while before getting lonely sat on my own so I got up and stood in a corner in the kitchen just watching as Fabio was all concentrated chopping up vegetables. He had his concentration face on which I've always found adorable so while he wasn't looking I took the opportunity just to stare at him and admire his face without him making fun of me for doing so. When he was done preparing things and had put everything in the oven he came over to where I was stood and pulled me onto the counter and then stood between my legs with his hands still on my waist. We looked into each other's eyes for a moment before I saw a change in his expression and then before I could react he was tickling my sides. I'm super ticklish and Fabio knows that so he likes to tickle me if he can get away with it as normally I run away before he can but he had me trapped this time. Within seconds I was giggling and could barely hold myself up so I fell onto his shoulder while begging him to stop. 

Eventually he stopped tickling me but only when the timer went off signalling that the food was ready. As he had left me alone I took my chance to get away and get plates out and get water for the both of us which I took to the living room as I was not willing to sit at our dinning table after being sat at a desk all day. It wasn't long before Fabio joined me on the sofa and we tucked into our dinner which was much needed as I hadn't realised how hungry I was until I could smell the food being cooked. We ate in a comfortable silence until we were both done and Fabio took my plate off me to put it in the dishwasher and came back with bowls of ice cream for the both of us which I devoured in a few minutes which did make me cold but it was well worth it. As I was cold I got the blanket we keep on the sofa and forced Fabio to lie under it with me as I laid down on his chest as I pulled the blanket over me but luckily he didn't seem to care as he just let me snuggle in and put the tv on. 

For the rest of the evening we watched our favourite show together and just kind of hung out catching up on our days as we hadn't really talked about what we had done during the day. I told Fabio all about my awful day which he was sympathetic about but he also did laugh at my misfortunes a little when I told him about the disaster I had getting fuel which I had to admit was a little funny. Just laying there with him made me forget all about my period and how much everything hurt which was great as usually it bugs me constantly to the point that I can't sleep. Today however that wasn't the problem and in fact I felt myself getting tired laying on the sofa and eventually just gave into the tiredness. At some point I woke up a bit when I felt Fabio carrying me up to bed and laying me down but when I felt his arm go around my waist again I went straight back to sleep. 

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After having a nice relaxing evening my morning didn't get off to the best start as my cramps were back in full force and I slept through my alarm so I had to get to ready for work super quickly. I managed to get myself ready in record time and said goodbye to Fabio before running to the garage to get in my car. Like always I got in and attempted to start the car but it didn't start which confused me as I put fuel in it yesterday and I recently got it all checked out at a garage so there was no reason for it not to work so I tried again and again until I just decided to give up. It is quite a walk to my office but I just needed to get there so that was about my only option so I had to go back inside and drop my keys off and put new shoes on as I was not about to walk in heels. Fabio was stood in the kitchen when I came back in and looked at me confused but when I put my car keys back he must have understood as he dropped everything and grabbed his keys as well as my hand to take me to his car. 

Fabio happily drove me to work even though he has other things he should be doing and he even told me he would pick me up after work which was sweet of him as I know he is usually busy when I finish work. He also came into the office with me to say a quick hello to my coworkers as they have met him a few times and absolutely love him so we all had a quick conversation before everyone had to get on with their day and I said goodbye to Fabio for real this time. I watched him leave out the window in my office because I know Fabio too well and as he drove out the car park he was waving out of his window and then jokingly flipped me off once he saw I was watching him. Naturally I just smiled but took a picture of me doing the same and sent it to him so that he would look at it later and then the next time he texted me he would see it again. 

Overall work wasn't awful but my cramps stayed all day and didn't ease even with pain killers so when Fabio finally arrived to pick me up it felt like an end to my nightmare as at least I could go home and lay down for the rest of the day. The whole drive home Fabio had his hand on my thigh and was tracing circles on it which was a nice distraction from the pain and he was playing a playlist of songs we both love which also distracted me as I was just listening to songs and reminiscing about the times they reminded me of. It was nice to be reminded of all the great memories I have with Fabio as sometimes I forget about about some of the things we have done together as there has just been so many wonderful memories that they often all cloud together in one so to think about each one separately and remember the emotions I felt at the time was refreshing. By the time we got home I was feeling much happier and even had a smile on my face which isn't something you see often when I'm on my period so Fabio had managed to achieve quite a feat. 

Once we were home Fabio and I cooked dinner together again and although he did most of the work I enjoyed spending the time with him and dancing around the kitchen together with not a care in the world. The enjoyment didn't last long though because as soon as I ate dinner my cramps got stronger than they have been so far and I felt like I could barely move they hurt that much. I ended up curled up in a corner of  the sofa with Fabio stroking my side trying his best to comfort me which I know isn't easy as I can get moody but its sweet that he tries his best still. He has always been super sympathetic when I'm on my period as although he will never fully understand he always tries his best to listen to what I say and not think he knows everything which some of my past partners have done. 

He knows me so well that after a while of my just laying there listening to me groaning he picked me up from the sofa and took me to the bathroom where he ran a hot bath while running back and forth to get things. He brought candles in, towels, some clothes for me to change into after my bath and then he went downstairs and brought up some strawberries for me as he knows I love them. When the bath was ready he left me alone so that I could relax by myself so I did just that, I let the warm water ease the pain in my back and lower stomach and just enjoyed the time alone with nothing to do. The whole time I was in the bath I didn't think about work or anything that usually stresses me out, my mind was just kind of empty which never happens but it was nice not to be stressing about anything.

Getting out the bath I grabbed the clothes Fabio got for me and couldn't help but giggle as he had brought me a pair of his sweatpants and one of his t shirts which looked ridiculous on as they were huge but they were so comfy I kind of didn't care. To go along with the fact that I already looked kind of a mess I took my makeup off and put my hair up into a loose bun to get it out of my way. I used to care a lot more about how I looked around Fabio but since we moved in together I don't feel like I need to look good all the time especially as he seems to compliment me even more when I just look natural. My insecurities have also definitely gotten better since I've been with Fabio as he does everything he can to make me feel good about myself all the time and when I don't he doesn't dismiss it he just tries to make me feel better. 

When I came back out Fabio was laying on our bed with blankets and a hot water bottle which he gave to me right away and then he tucked me up in the blankets which was very comfortable. He put a movie on which we watched all cuddled up together under the millions of blankets and then when the hot water bottle got cold I started to lay on Fabio as he is like a human radiator. The movie quickly turned into background noise when Fabio started to massage my back and draw shapes on it as that always relaxes me and send me to sleep within minutes which is great as without him I probably wouldn't be able to sleep for most of my period which is why he is the best when it it that time of the month. 

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[saturnsfavouritemoon]

Things I did after you left (birthday edition)

Cut my birthday cake at 12 am sharp/ Wished everything turned out to be a really bad dream while blowing candels/ Ripped out all the pages in my journal where I wrote this seems like eternity/ Felt terrified thinking about how would I survive with these scattered pieces of myself/ Google how to succeed in heartbreak without really trying/ Cursed myself for believing every word came out from that mouth/ Asked my therapist forty three times how the fuck eyes can lie/ Or How to delete a person permanently from our brain/ Deleted your number and old chats/ I can tolerate anything but prentention/ Went to meet Dad in the hospital and pretended we were still together/ Stayed up countless nights and watched rain as I thought to myself why all the self help tips I read everywhere seem meaningless/ Stopped going out cause every corner of the street screams your name/ Every single person passing by, seemed to be you/ Tried so hard to write about heartbreak without mentioning your name/ Talked to myself in the mirror, in the public transport cause there are some things that I never got to say/ Ended up crying over every single song in my playlist because I really thought this time it's gonna be worth it/ Woke up in the middle of the nights and asked mum why I was never enough/ Deleted all the poems that had your name in it/ Asked every other person where did it all go wrong/ Deleted all your pictures and didn't dare to open the recycle bin/ I was too afraid to even allow myself to have some visual evidence to remember you/ Spent days telling myself everything was an illusion/ Deleted all my social media/ And then begged my best friend to look you up on Insta is you're doing okay/ Got myself my dream internship yet couldn't feel anything/ Cried copiously on the way back home because I wanted to share the news with you/ Weird/ Right?/ I may have zero self respect/ Well, We can't stop loving someone immediately after they hurt us/ I didn't wanna succeed in heartbreak or try so hard to show people how good I can do without you/ I left all my favourite places/ I would probably leave this city once I fell in love with because of you live here/ Now the same thought haunts me all the time/ Love really makes us powerless/ The hardest part of watching you leave is that you can/ Easy like the lines in your palms/ Every ending is a new beginning/ I just need to convince myself for that.

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[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

🧵 again I agree with basically everything needle said about the Dior FW 23 collection, especially with how it jumped between high fashion and an almost working class aesthetic. That's why I called it originally an extremely Balmoral show, not only did it have a ton of highlands influences, it also felt like the ultra-wealthy play-acting at working class.

I prefer my high fashion to know what it is and where it stands.

Needle's comment about how commercialized fashion is nowadays feels like my perfect segue.

The creation of the luxury conglomerates has destroyed the high houses. I said it. LVMH is the one that seems to be talked about most in BTS adjacent spaces, but I guess this is mostly because of the LV brand deal (AND LV IS NOT THE SAME AS LVMH GOD IF I SEE ONE MORE TAKE THATS LIKE OH ITS OK HES AT CELINE THATS STILL A LVMH BRAND IM GOING TO SCREAM- ahem.)

But LVMH is not the only conglomerate. Kering is another big one. But this drive to have the houses as corporations with stocks and returns and eternal growth mean a significant stagnation in their actual creative direction. They want to sell what /sells/. You (BMT) touched on this in one of the posts, but I think it should be made clear that brands like Dior, despite being an old House with extremely revered bones, makes the vast majority of its money on things like makeup and small accessories. The marketing that they do using Idols or literally anyone is to entice people to buy the small luxury products, instead of the big ones. A $3k bag is a big ask for most people, a $50 lipstick feels like an easier pill to swallow. I can't believe how many people I've seen buying Dior after Jimin's brand announcement, explicitly for him.

But do I think that means that fashion is stagnant? This is such an interesting question to me because fashion is literally just the things that people put on their backs. I can talk forever about the high French houses or whatever, but the reality is that the world has changed. Fashion as both an art and a means of self-expression has never, EVER, been so accessible.

What I think actually happened is that the big houses (mostly these are euro houses, especially French, some Italian, a handful of British and American) have become over-commercialized. The immediate drive towards streetwear in 2015-2020 also didn't help (see: especially the absolute horror that has become the Balenciaga name). I also see a lot of weird takes about Couture as a concept, as if clothing can't be art for the sake of being art if I see one more twitter post about "I would never wear that" over some person walking a runway in a guo pei dress that weighs a thousand pounds, I'm gonna lose it.

But I also think that today, in early 2023, there are so many people designing and making clothes and putting their art out into the world. PFW just isn't the place to see that, mostly. I think if any of your readers are interested in fashion beyond the traditional houses, it's always good to check out the other major city's fashion weeks. And if PFW is what interests them- look at the brands that are maybe unfamiliar. That is where the art still lives, sorta.

I had no idea about Dior and making money mostly from small luxury goods. That's new to me. Given how it's in the lower price range, I saw it more as an entry which then leads the consumer (one who is just starting to get accustomed) to buying other, more expensive stuff. There's definitely a focus on that on social media and now with Jimin's Dior deal, a day doesn't go by in which I don't see clips on tiktok with Dior hauls and Jimin photo cards.

I actually thought about the hyper focus on streetwear for the previous ask about commercialization. I remember the time when it wasn't that big or at least it was somehow separate. Now it's sort of like a blend and trully the only thing that reaches out to the big internet audience with their IG accounts and how easy it is for anyone to curate their own fashion self. I also have issues with the sort of comments about Couture because they are unnecessary if one would have the courtesy to actually understand what it means. No one expects it to be street style and yet, they use that as a filter.

I think that, especially in this fandom space in the last few weeks and days, the interest and curiosity spiked, for better or worse. So, in the context of that, your advice is most welcome for anyone who wants to explore more.

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