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almostnoisydonut · 2 years ago

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𝓗𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓸 𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓪 𝓒𝓻𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓽 𝓒𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓾𝓹

As a startup, you might have raised a lot of money and have a ton of cash in your bank account. But all the business credit cards for startups you find have the following problems:

🤡 Access to credit as a startup is hard. Without a business credit history, banks won’t look at you twice or they’ll charge you high interest rates and ask for personal guarantees.

🤡 High costs for small budgets. Annual fees, hidden costs and service tax charges all add up to put a huge dent in your startup budget.

🤡 No expense management integration. Most cards don’t have built-in systems to track payments and reconcile expenses.

🤡 Expensive add-ons. You may only need one or two cards now, but when you start hiring and building your team, you’ll need to pay more for employee business credit cards.

🤡 Limited rewards. Perks and cashback can increase your cash flow and your margins, but most cards offer limited rewards to new companies.

Understanding how to get a business credit card for a startup can be daunting. But business credit cards specifically designed for startups exist.

Opening a business credit card can help you to keep your small business running smoothly.

Business credit cards are a convenient way to cover expenses, from office supplies to utility bills to client dinners. Having a card exclusively for business purchases also allows you to keep personal spending separate, which can mean fewer headaches at tax time.

Most business credit cards allow you to earn rewards in the form of points, miles or cash back. Additionally, business credit cards can include other features and benefits, such as free employee cards, travel perks and access to discounts on business services.

As a business owner, why should I get a business credit card? Why shouldn’t I use my personal credit card?

There is a simple answer to this question: separation of personal and business expenses. Utilizing a business credit card for business expenses will help you better track your business costs. Therefore a business credit card assists you in record keeping, filing taxes and claiming business-related tax breaks.

Putting business expenses on a personal card is also potentially dangerous. Personal credit cards often have significantly lower credit limits than that of business credit cards. Therefore, using your personal credit card for a large number of business expenses can easily chip into your personal credit limit, or even max it out. Maxing out your personal credit card can cause your personal credit scores to drop. Any problems that occur to your business could then take a huge toll on your personal credit reports, making it difficult to get credit for personal purchases such as a car or home.

What should I look for in a Business Card?

The characteristics of a great business credit card are subjective and likely depend on your business. However, note that not all business credit cards are created equal. There are general things to keep in mind when considering the right business credit card for you and your business.

What are the rewards for my business expenses? - The best business credit cards will offer cash back or points for your most frequent types of purchases.

Earning rewards on a business credit card could save you money if you’re applying rewards as a statement credit against purchases or redeeming them for travel or cash. When it comes to how you can earn rewards, every business credit card is different.

When comparing business rewards credit cards, consider where you tend to spend the most. That can help you to decide what type of rewards program makes the most sense. For example, your business budget might include spending on:

👽 Travel

👽 Dining

👽 Office supplies

👽 Utilities, including internet and cell phone services

👽 Shipping

👽 Gas

👽 Advertising

It’s important to choose a card that reflects your spending habits. If your business primarily spends on everyday operations, you might prefer a card that pays you cash back on office supplies, utilities and advertising. On the other hand, a travel card could make more sense if you book frequent business trips.

When comparing rewards programs, also look at how rewards are structured. Certain cards tier rewards, with some spending categories earning more points, miles or cash back than others. There may be spending caps that limit the amount of rewards you can earn each year. Other business credit cards offer a flat rewards rate on all purchases, which can be useful for those who have varied spending or don’t care to think about rewards categories.

Estimating the amount you could earn based on your typical monthly spending can help you decide which one might work best. Also, don’t forget about introductory rewards or anniversary rewards.

Many business credit cards offer an introductory rewards bonus when you meet a minimum spending requirement. Some may also reward you with anniversary rewards each year. Those are both additional opportunities to increase your rewards earnings if your primary goal for getting a business credit card is racking up points, miles or cash back.

Is it good value in terms of its annual fee? - If a business credit card has an annual fee, make sure the received benefits outweigh the yearly cost.

Depending on your type of business, an annual fee such as this may or may not be worth it.

How large is the signup bonus? - Businesses usually have higher expenditure than the average consumer, therefore the business credit card sign up bonus should reflect this.

How is the card provider’s customer support? - A card provider known for great customer service can make things easier for business owners in the long term. Don’t let something as simple as bad customer support take a negative toll on your business.

Getting a business credit card could make life as an entrepreneur easier if you can charge purchases as needed while earning some of what you spend back. When considering the best business credit cards, take time to weigh the rewards and benefits of each one, as well as the fees and APR. Ultimately, the best business credit for you is the one that offers rewards and features that fit your spending style at a cost you’re comfortable paying.

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mountsies · 2 years ago

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Hey! I love your fics❤️ Would you be able to do one where the reader doesn’t come from much money and has financial issues but mason doesn’t know about it and eventually finds out accidentally. The rest can be up to you and your wonderful imagination 😊

hii lovey thank you so much it means a lot to me!!💙💙 i'm really really sorry for the late reply, i've been really busy these past days and got a write blocking that took a toll on me. but i managed to finish your request today and i hope you like it!! <3 (again it turned out a lot more angsty than i intended it to be lol)

always there for you

mason mount x reader

summary: you have been through a though moment but mason is there to help you.

word count: 2,6k

disclaimer: english is not my first language, angst, family issues, a bit fluffy at the end

The song playing on the radio wasn't enough to distract you from your nerves, your fingers tapping nervously against your knee. You turned your face and looked over to your boyfriend, who gladly was paying enough attention on the road to not notice your anxious attics.

Mason took a last turn and parked in front of the restaurant where you both had agreed to meet his friends for brunch. He turned to face you and gave you his beautiful smile that made your heart warm, but soon his brow furrowed when he noticed how your leg was shaking now.

"Are you feeling okay, baby?" He asked, worry noticeable in his voice.

"Yes babe, I'm fine." You tried your best to fake a smile, nodding your head.

“You sure?” His head tipped to the side, his body leaning closer just for him to interlock his fingers on yours.

Mason’s palm was warm against yours, your heart calming down from your worries for a moment. You could say you weren’t feeling okay, that you’d prefer to stay home that afternoon, you knew Mason wasn’t going to force you to go out with him. He’d probably cancel his plans to stay with you. But you already had so much going on in your head and you didn’t want to cause a fuss, Mason already had his own problems and you felt that you had no need to bring your problems to him.

“I’m okay really,” You squeezed his hand, leaning to peck his lips. “Shall we go?”

His gaze still had remnants of worry, his eyes scanning your features to be sure of your words, his lips pecking yours in another soft kiss when he nodded his head after a moment. He undid his seatbelt and you did the same, as always Mason got out first then opened the door for you, something that always made your heart swell in affection. You thanked him with a kiss on the cheek, his hand intertwined with yours again after he locked his car and you both walked into the restaurant entrance.

Although you had calmed down for a moment, as soon as you entered the restaurant you felt sick to your stomach. You already had been to some fancy places with Mason, he liked to take you out to the best places in town, and as much as you knew he did it because he liked to spoil you, deep down you felt uncomfortable and even sad. Your financial situation wasn’t a problem to Mason, he knew since the beginning that your lives and way of living were totally opposites, but he never worried about it as much as you did.

Mason was an incredible man, his amazing personality with his funny sense of humour and his caring and gentle actions was what drew you to him. He never cared about that kinda stuff, and you knew you shouldn’t too, but that wasn’t so easy for you to do. And it became a lot harder when you started having problems in your bank account after you lent money to your stupid brother who never cared to pay back.

It all started a few months ago, when your brother asked you to help him with his business and played your role of good sister, you decided to help him after talking with your parents. He was supposed to pay you back some weeks ago but he never did, even stopped replying to your calls and texts.

You carried a huge burden on your back trying to figure out how to solve your problem, feeling embarrassed to ask for help from anyone around you even if you knew they’d help you out with anything you needed.

Your thoughts were running wild again but then your attention was brought to the world when you saw Sophia waving and smiling excitedly at you, making you smile a little. When you both finally got to the table where your friends were sitting you greeted all of them with a hug and a small smile, Sophia pulling you to sit by her side immediately.

“It’s been so long since we saw each other!” She exclaimed, a warm smile on her face. “We should do something together sometime.”

“Yes, we totally should!” You chuckled a little, “How have you been?”

You both engaged in a conversation about your lives, you trying to distract your thoughts from your issues for a moment. You felt Mason’s arm sneaking around your shoulder and that made you calm yourself a little, he knew something was off but didn’t want to push it and you were grateful for that. He was too involved in his conversation with Kai and Reece but you saw him smile from the corner of your eye when you stroke his thigh gently.

✦

The brunch was filled with parallel conversations and laughter, some of the guys always making a joke and that for sure lifted your spirit a bit, but when Mason paid yours and his bill after eating dessert the feeling of guilt washed over you completely. You both said your goodbyes before leaving, you promising Sophia you would call her anytime so you too could hang out together.

“Did you enjoy today?” Mason’s voice was soft when he broke the silence in the car, his eyes alternating between you and the street.

“Yeah, it was really fun,” You turned to look at him. “Thank you Mase.”

“No need for thanking me babe,” He intertwined his fingers on yours again, kissing the back of your hand and giving you a warm smile.

His sweet words and loving actions almost made you cry, the lump in your throat starting to feel too hard to hold. But you just smiled at him, trying to hold your tears until you got to his house. And when he finally parked in front of his gate you let out a sigh of relief, wanting nothing more than to just get rid of your make up and take the longest nap of your life.

You entered his house leaving your heels by his hall of entrance, following directly to his room upstairs. Mason furrowed his brows when he saw you almost run upstairs, normally you both would stay at his living room to watch some film but this time you just skipped without even saying anything, and he knew you enough to know that something was definitely wrong and he didn’t know how to approach you.

He entered his room, finding you sneaking into one of hoodies after changing your clothes. He smiled at the sight, his arms wrapping around you from behind. You turned around in his embrace, your head hiding in the crook of his neck and sighing in comfort. “I don’t feel very good, I think I’m gonna take a nap.” Your voice was almost a whisper and he pulled away to look at you with worry in his eyes.

“Are you feeling sick? Did something happen?” His hands came to stroke your cheeks and you closed your eyes to the feeling.

“It’s just a headache, I’m gonna take some painkillers and just rest a bit.” Mason still had his brow furrowed, his eyes not leaving yours.

“Are you sure that’s all?” You felt the knots in your stomach again when he asked you, and this time you looked away from his eyes because you knew he was worried and you couldn’t handle that at the moment.

“Yes, don’t worry.” That's all you said before pulling away from his arms and walking to the en-suite.

You heard him sigh but was glad he didn’t say anything, deciding to focus on getting rid of your make up. You washed your face and started your skincare routine, but you were soon interrupted when you heard a cell phone ring followed by your boyfriend’s voice.

“Babe it’s yours.” His voice was muffled when he yelled from his room.

“Can you answer for me?” You yelled back and went back to what you were doing after he shouted back an okay.

Mason didn’t said anything more and you went back to what you were doing, finishing your routine and following back to his room. But as soon as you entered his bedroom and saw him blinking at your phone you knew something happened. Your heart started to race and a million scenarios went through your head.

“Who was it?” You managed to ask, your hands trembling with nervousness.

He looked at you with an indecipherable expression, but when he answered your question you already felt the tears in your eyes. “It was the bank.”

All you wanted was to curse yourself and run away from his look, but all you did was stay in place with the tears running down your face. You were unable to form a sentence and didn’t have the strength to walk away, feeling ashamed by how things went down so suddenly. Mason stood from his spot immediately when he saw you crying, his hands cupping your cheeks trying to give you the comfort you needed.

“Y/n, hey…” He tried to make you look at him but you just kept looking down, his own heart breaking when you let out a painful sob. “Baby look at me, please.”

Mason sighed when you shook your head, his arms wrapping around you and bringing you closer to him. Your tears started to wet his shirt and you felt even more ashamed, the feeling of embarrassment washing over you along with guilt for not having the courage to bring your issues to your relationship. He guided both of you to the bed, where he seated and brought you to sit by his side, his hand gently stroking your hair.

“I’m sorry.” You managed to say between sobs, and Mason felt his heart clench.

“Why are you apologising? There's nothing to be sorry about.” He said softly, his hand lifting your chin so he could look at you. He wiped the tears from your face and kissed your cheek, his eyes filled with worry and pain because he hated to see you crying. “How did that happen?” His fingers gently caressed your face.

When you locked your eyes in his you felt another wave of tears, another sob leaving your lips and Mason didn’t say anything more, just wrapped you in a tight hug. His hands stroked your back and he kept kissing your face and your forehead trying to calm you down, his voice whispering sweet nothings to you and as time passed you could already breath calmly and your chest didn’t hurt as much as it did minutes before. You two kept in silence for another moment, you fighting with yourself to find the right words to finally talk about everything with him.

“Do you remember when my brother asked for my help a couple of months ago?” You mumbled, your voice cracking in the middle of the sentence but Mason just nodded and waited for you to continue. “He asked me to lend him some money so he could start his business. At first I was taken aback but he managed to convince me. I called my parents and they convinced me to help him too, they said he had changed so I lent him the money.”

You took a deep breath and pulled away from him slightly, your eyes now focused on the hem of his shirt where you fidgeted with your fingers. “He was supposed to pay me back weeks ago, but he started to ignore my phone calls and my messages.” You let out a chuckle in disbelief, shaking your head. “I was trying to be a good sister and support him after everything but that only got me in the red on my bank account.” You could feel the tears in the corner of your eyes, not having the urge to fight them.

Mason stayed in silence trying to sink in what you just had told him, his blood boiling at the thought of your brother doing something like that to you. Everybody knew he had a bad background, you had told that to Mason since the beginning of your relationship and he always supported your decisions when it came to your brother besides not trusting him at all.

“Your brother is an fucking asshole,” He started and his heart warmed when you chuckled at his words. “Baby I’m so sorry you have to go through something like that.”

“He is for sure.” You mumbled, looking up to meet his eyes.

“Why didn’t you say anything? You know I’d help you in a blink of an eye.”

This time you looked away again, already shooking your head to what he was about to say. “Mason we already-”

“Y/n look at me,” He lifted your chin again and your teary eyes met his again. “I know you like to be independent and deal with your stuff on your own, but you can’t think that you’re gonna solve your problems by yourself for the rest of your life.” He wiped the stubborn tear that ran down your cheek.

“It’s just… it’s embarrassing.” You whispered and closed your eyes, not knowing how to handle his look at you.

“But it doesn’t have to be. You can’t deal with everything on your own, it’s okay if you ask for help when you need it.” You feel his lips on your cheek in a sweet kiss, a sigh leaving your lips as you rested your forehead against his shoulder.

You didn’t say anything back, just stayed there in his arms seeking the comfort you needed. Although the feeling of embarrassment kept itching inside you, on the other hand you knew Mason was more than right. You needed help, more than anything at the moment, and he was more than happy to help you out even if you didn’t like it. It was at that same moment you realised how much he really cared about you and that made your heart swell in your chest.

“Look at me,” He said gently after some time, lifting your head so he could look into his eyes. “I love you, okay? More than everything and we’re gonna get through this together.” His words made your eyes teary again, but this time not with sadness and worry but with gratitude and relief.

“I love you too.” You whispered back at him, pulling him closer and brushing your lips against his. It was just a peck, a soft and gentle kiss that made your heart jump with so much love. “I just don’t wanna feel like a burden to you.”

“Stop with that, you’re never gonna be a burden to me. I’m your boyfriend, I’m always gonna be here for you whenever you need me. And you don’t have to be ashamed to seek help.” You were feeling a lot calmer, his words making you open your eyes to your situation and accepting that he was indeed right. You still had the feeling of worry, but knowing Mason was willing to help you with that fucked up stituation made you gather your thoughts to the right direction. “You’re gonna let me help you?” He asked, his eyes searching for an answer.

“Yes.” You nodded at him and he gave you a warm smile that you reciprocated.

He pulled you into a tight hug, your eyes closing as you let yourself give into his touch, his kisses making you feel better for a moment.

“Everything will be fine, I promise.” He whispered and you just hummed.

That wasn’t how you planned things to turn out, but fortunately it turned out better than you thought it would be. You trusted in Mason’s words and now your heart was at ease after a long time in weeks.

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barnabympreg · 2 years ago

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harrysmimi · 3 years ago

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It's A Date !!!

Synopsis: Harry goes overboard planning a date for his girlfriend.

A/N: 1) okay, I've had this up on my Wattpad for quite a while now, but I remember enjoying writing this so much! Hope y'all like it too!

2) if you see that it is mentioned that YN is Indian, it was meant to be. Hehe cuz I am Indian and I find ways to represent my country and culture. So yeah! And we also love inclusivity in this house hold! :))

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Harry was in London, she didn't know for how long, but he was still in London and there was not alot going on with him. He was very free.

The new year has just kicked in, YN was back to work from her Christmas break.

As it was the start of year YN had a shit load of work going on, she might have to get some overtime hours in. Being a secretary of a company wasn't all unicorns and cotton candy as she imagined when she was in college but it was still fun. It was her break time. YN was headed out to get herself a coffee when she saw Harry walk in like he owns the place (he doesn't), making his way to the reception before he actually saw her, a huge grin spread across his face as he walked towards her.

"Hey baby!" He cooed draping an arm around her shoulders to pull her in a warm side hug, pressed a kiss on her forehead as he walked to wherever she was going with her. He'd swear he would walk through hell with her.

"Hey!" She wrapped her arm around his waist, "you don't come to see me this time at my office."

"Why, I can't?"

"You can but you usually never come over to my work place." She reminded him, "unless it's an emergency."

"There is an emergency, but it can wait for a couple of minutes." He told her, "where are we headed to?"

"To get coffee. I have a little over fifty drafted mails to go through, then I have to send in the letter for the annual meeting, and arrange a few meetings his week. I feel like I'm going fo die!" She ranted as both of them walked in the cafe right in front of the firm.

"You're not going to die, I am sure. But you also don't have to work." He told her, YN just shook her head and went ahead to order her coffee.

"You want anything?" She asked.

"I'm good, fanks lovie." He smiled, "don't worry about that I gotchu." He stopped her from paying for her coffee and quickly handed his own card to the cashier.

"Harry I-"

"Shush! Come here." He interrupted her, taking his card back he guided her to a side.

"I could have paid for it." She told him.

"I know, but I wanted to." He said, "we're going somewhere."

"Where? When?" She asked.

"It's a surprise but we'll have to take a flight. And we have to leave in three hours." He smiled his frog smile to get away with his impulsive decision, he never mentioned anything about this trip. He knew she was running a little low on budget as Christmas have seemed to get a heavy toll on her bank account, they both didn't lives together yet, she was definitely going to be angry, of not mad.

"What?" She almost screamed, "I have work! My boss will fire me if I ask for last minute day off."

"A week off actually, and I did talked to your boss. I'm friends with him." He reminded her.

"That's so unprofessional Harry! Where are you taking me anyway?" She was starting to freak out.

"It's okay we're mates, he didn't think of it that way," he assured her.

"Did he tell you that?"

"Kind of... He was a little bit on sides of saying no but I got him convinced, so let's go to your place now." As be explained YN's name was called to collect her coffee.

"I have my bag and stuff in my office." She sighed.

"Then let's go and get that first." He slid his hand into her lacing their fingers together as he guided her back to her office, he just stopped by the reception. He doesn't want to take any risk of her colleagues finding him there, he remembered YN telling him about how a few of them fangirl over him. Most of them don't leave the floor they're working on Harry got away with visiting his girlfriend at her work place, well, that was whole for four times.

"I'll wait for you in car, okay."

"Yeah, give me ten minutes."

"Don't rush and hurt yourself!" He called her as she ran up the stairs.

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Harry was startled by the knock on his window. It wasn't YN, it was some other girls looking to be around her age. Harry remembered her from the pictures YN was showing him from this office party, how they all just ditched the party when to this pub near by. Harry couldn't remember her name, but he remembers her recent obsession with him and his songs as been told by his girlfriend. She didn't know YN was dating him actually and YN didn't even bothered to tell her about it.

"Shut up, you're Harry Styles!" That girl gasped when Harry rolled his window down making him giggle, "I am sorry to disturb you but just wanted to come up and say Hi, I love your music!"

"That means a lot, thank you so so." Harry said, he saw YN from the corner of her coming out and texting him, but she stopped once she saw the girl by the car.

"Do you mind if I get a picture with you?" She asked.

"Sure..." he agreed hesitantly, but posed for the selfie. "Would you mind waiting for a couple of days before you post them?"

"Yeah, yeah don't worry!" She assured him, "I am Brielle by the way, my friend YN is going to freak out when she sees these pictures!"

"Aw say Hi to her." Harry cooed trying to giggle and give it away.

"I will, I will thank you!" Brielle waved him bye and skipped her way back to office. Harry laughed seeing how the blonde tackled YN by the entrance in a hug shoving her into her face. Harry quickly ducked down seeing Brielle was about to point at his car.

"Harry unlock the door." It was YN calling him. She was holding her bag, her coat and her jacket in her arms. He unlocked the door for her and opened it. She got in his car and buckled her seat belt after putting her stuff in the back seat. Harry started driving.

"So where are we going?" YN asked.

"To your flat, you need to pack for about... a week. And a shit load of warm clothes." He said, "taking a puffer would be great idea."

"I don't have a puffer jacket." She shook her head.

"We'll get you one don't worry." He said, "or you can take one of mine."

"Okay..." YN said, "where are we going though? To fucking north pole or something?"

"Not exactly but close by." He said. "You trust me too much, don't you?"

"Why wouldn't I?" She shrugged, "unless you're secretly planning to murder me and get the sweets shop my grand dad have written on his will in my name all to yourself."

"That sounds like a plan but, I don't want your grand dad's sweets shop in India. Though the idea sounds delicious. It's a just a date!" He sounded way too enthusiastic.

"A week long date?"

"Yeah!" he nodded.

"Where are we going? Look Harry, I trust you with my dear life but you're giving me anxiety!" She groaned.

"Thank you for your trust in me, but trust me, I seriously don't want your grand dad's sweets shop, at least not right now, so you'll have to wait."

YN just nodded to that.

"Where did the joke of your grand dad writing his sweets shop in your name in his will came from in tbe first place anyway?" He spoke after a moment of silence, stopping at a red light making YN laugh.

"Remember when we went to India, my brothers were teasing me about it constantly and you asked what it was all about?" She reminded him, "I can't believe you still laugh at that joke and go along with me on it and don't know where it actually started! It's been almost two years!"

"Oh, I remember. Your grand dad is really caring I must say."

"I know right, totally! Like he totally didn't acknowledged me for entire six weeks after I was born." There was a sarcastic undertone carried with her words, "I hate that old man to my guts!"

"Oh god, you're going to hold that against that poor man until he dies?" Harry didn't wanted to laugh but he was laughing, on the inside though.

"Right, just few days left."

"Oh goodness!" He sighed.

"What? I can literally go on and on about how shit he have made my childhood look. Leaving a half assed sweets shop in my name on his stupid will isn't going to fucking fix it." YN got offended.

"Touché." Harry nodded knowing exactly what she was saying.

Whilst she says to cover everything up that it doesn't bother her anymore, her grandfather have fucked up her childhood in many ways. About which she went on and on about with her brother one night when they were visiting her parents in her country. From already calling her engagement to one of her cousin's when she was just one year old to not wanting her to go to school at all. To having her parents control ber life to restraining her from taking up the job opportunity in London. That man even hates Harry just because he is white and British, which he doesn't care about much. But the hate YN have for this man is nust indescribable.

"Where are we going again?" YN asked after a moment of silence.

"Thought your grand dad's will kept you distracted." He chuckled. "I'm not telling you where we are going until at least we're at the airport."

"You are seriously not interested in having a sweets shop in India all to yourself, are you?" She asked.

"Nope." He said trying to hold back his laugh back.

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Harry got away until he got in plane with YN.

She did not ever fancied traveling in his private jet, for some reason she despised that idea of owning one in the first place even though it was very practical for him. She never travelled into his private jet, though she hardly ever travels for her own self unless it's just for to go see her family. But she didn't asked anything. Harry likes to think it's because she doesn't want to ruin his surprise.

He already knows her response if he asks reason behind her silence and patience. She'd say: 'Harry I plan surprises for you too and you never ruin it and actually be curious and patience at the same time. I don't want to ruin your surprise!"

Yeah, he knows her way too well for her liking. And they've only known each other for just a little over of two years. She was sat next to him on her phone as he read away his book. Harry didn't mean to but he peeped into her phone seeing she was chatting with her cousin who was about to get married in two months. And YN was going through the bridal outfit catalogue her cousin sent her. YN's always got a very good taste in fashion when it comes to her ethnic wear, and she takes full credits of it.

Harry even noticed her very subtly moving the ones she liked to a folder labelled as Urgh! Mine! in her camera roll. Harry never goes through her phone (that's just very toxic!), but he have seen another folder dedicated towards the wedding rings when showing him other pictures and videos on her phone. Yeah, she really mist be into those things. But nope, he have noticed she have the same things on her Pinterest. Though she have never dropped any hints at him, but they have talked about getting married in future.

It was just mainly YN's parents wanting YN to get married, as they think their daughter lives with a someone opposite of her gender whom she is involved in a romantic relationship with, without being married to him.

Yeah, that was a big no-no for her parents.

They don't live together even though Harry have brought up the idea of them moving in together. YN just think her parents are some how gonna find out and drag her ass back home to India, if they find out she is living with with a guy without being married to him.

"We're about to land baby." He informed her.

"What?" She looked surprised, "already?" She buckled her seat belt.

"Yeah." He nodded, "you might want to put the jacket no before we get off."

"Okay." She nodded looking nervous.

He chuckled, "don't be nervous or anything, we're in Norway right now." He announced to her, just as he said dhat the plane landed.

"Wait, for real?" Her heart skipped a beat.

"Yup!" He nodded extending the 'u' sound.

"For real, for real? Like you're not joking? You know this is time for northern lights!" She squealed turning to him.

"Why are you so smart?" Harry sighed dramatically.

"Harry, I love you so much!" She cooed hugging him tightly.

"I love you more angel!" He giggled at her reaction holding her close.

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"I can't believe we're going to see northern lights!"

It was very obvious adrenaline was pumping through her body, as they both got of the plane. Looking like a waddling penguin in Harry's puffer jacket she jogged her way to the cab with her suitcase and one of Harry's duffle bag.

Harry remembers her going on and on about how she have always wanted to see the Aurora Borealis, it was out of nowhere, during one of their random conversations. The look on her face did not failed to make his heart full to the point where he thought it might burst.

"Are we going to stay in one of those semi underground igloo kinda houses?" She gasped.

"We're staying at a hotel for the night, I figured it might be too cold for you, so we're going there tomorrow night." He explained, "and rest of the trip we're going to stay at the hotel."

YN just cuddled his arm as they were headed to the hotel. She wasn't quite good at expressing her feelings by words. Harry knew she is happy.

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Harry's friend accompanied them both showing around the town. YN felt like a typical tourist but they have Harry's friends showing them around. YN was having the time of her life.

Now they're at the underground igloo house; as she calls it. It was a little room with a bed, side tables, a tiny closet and a bathroom, an attachment living room area. Huge glass windows above the bed to give a view of the Aurora Borealis from inside, there were blinds they can draw for privacy. It was basically a place she wouldn't mind living for the rest of her life.

"This is so cool!" She exclaimed.

"Isn't it!" Harry was a little surprised himself.

"God, I can live here!" YN jumped on the bed on her tummy finding the mattress way too comfy.

"We can move here." Harry suggested lying next to her, "not exactly here but somewhere here."

"Oh please don't give me high hopes, you're already doing too much for me!" YN lifted her head to look at him. "Thank you so much, for everything."

"Of course baby, I love you. Don't think there would be anything as too much if it's for you." He smiled his dimply smile.

"Aw! You are so cheesy and I love you too!" YN scooted closer to him nudging their noses together, "so much!" She pressed a kiss on his plus lips.

"Are you enjoying the trip so far?" He enquired just to be sure, it is very visible she's been the happiest.

"I am having the time of my life! Thank you for bringing me here!" She exclaimed.

"Yeah?" Harry cooed. "Well if you're ready to go out and walk around before the thing starts, we can." He suggested.

"Yeah we can go on a walk." She agreed. Harry gave her a quick kiss before he got up and helped her up.

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Their walk didn't go as planned, it was because of Harry who started throwing snow balls at his girlfriend out of nowhere.

"How are you- ow!- not missing- aahhhh!" He screamed over dramatically as YN was throwing snow at him.

"I was the captain of the dodgeball team in school, I wasn't in Corden's Angles." She said throwing another chunk of snow at him. He wasn't able to dodge any of those. "What happened to your spidey senses, Mr. Styles?"

"They are frozen!" He announced taking a decently amount of snow and throwing it at her.

"Let it go, let it go!" She sang casual throwing chunks of snow at him.

"No!" He groaned ducking the huge amount of snow. "You.."

"No!" She squealed and started running the best she could in the snow. But Harry was quick to catch her. She closed her eyes tightly in fear of hitting the ground, but the snow was bery comfy.

"Oh, this is comfy." She commented, Harry was basically laying on top of her, "you can't tickle me now."

"Yeah, I give up." He really gave up, she was wearing a think jacket there was no way she is going to be ticklish.

"You started the snow fight." She pointed.

"I know, but it was fun." He fixed her beanie covering her ears. He leaned down to place a tender kiss on her lips, pulling away after placing another on the corner of her mouth.

"Harry there are people out here." She reminded him.

"Oh, you didn't had to ruin my fantasy of having sex under northern lights." He sighed but his words carried teasing undertone.

"It is going to remain a fantasy then." She shrugged.

"We'll see..." He challenged.

"Look!" She gasped looking behind him at the sky. Harry got up from top of her, lying next to her he took in the sight of shifting hues from gorgeous greens to slight yellow hints, from pretty blue to purples and hints of pink. The sight almost appearing to be unbelievable, like a choreographed show of art by mother nature herself. Like those fancy water fountains but it was not man-made.

He looked to his side to even more beautiful sight, his girlfriend admiring the sky, her mitten clad hands covering her mouth in awe of the scenery she have dreamt of seeing in person. Her eyes sparkly with the mirrored image of the hues with glassy glaze, he swore those were tears. Her gasp made him glance at the sky again for a split second to see the waves of hues in the night sky have picked up a new pace moving a little faster.

"It's so pretty; would be an understatement!" She mumble behind her hands.

"Isn't it?" Harry chirped, his classic dimply smile on his face.

"Mhmm!" She nodded, "thank you for bringing me here, Harry, this was on my bucket list since I was eight and I read about it in one of the magazines. Really, thank you so much!" she turned her head to look at him already staring at her.

"Your welcome baby," he scooted closer, nuzzling his nose against hers, like a kitten's kiss. "Are you crying?"

She chuckled moving away a little, "no, my eyes are sweating! Of course I am crying!"

"Awh! C'mere." He cooed pulling her closer to him, "didn't meant to make you cry, lovie, I'm sorry."

"No, these are happy tears!" She mumble against his chest.

"They better be, don't ever want to make your sad." He whispered close to her ear, keeping the conversation private. "I love you so much, YN!"

"I love you more Harry!"

"Would you like to dance?" He asked offering his hand.

"Would love to." She slid her hand in his.

"I clearly did not plan this through." He pulled out his phone and pulling up Apple music, he played their song. YN claimed it as their song because it fit well with how their relationship grew.

He slid his phone in the pocket of his jacket, guided her hand on his shoulder, grabbing her free hand with his, wrapped his free arm around her waist pulling her closer.

One look, dark room

Meant just for you

Time moved too fast

You play it back

Buttons on a coat

Light-hearted joke

No proof, not much

But you saw enough

Small talk, he drives

Coffee at midnight

Harry remembers seeing her at the meeting, it was about his new brand, where he met YN. She was there in the meeting in room noting down minutes on her iPad, assisting the Marketing person to go through his presentation. Harry was gone the moment she started speaking there. He did not paid any attention to anything the presentor had to say (thanks to the minutes she forwarded him later he was able to keep with his business).

The light reflects

The chain on your neck

He says, "Look up"

And your shoulders brush

No proof, one touch

But you felt enough

You can hear it in the silence, silence, you

You can feel it on the way home, way home, you

You can see it with the lights out, lights out

You are in love, true love

You are in love

One thing was sure she was not interested in him at all, she gave him hard time in name of professionalism. But pater learned she was just determined to prove her parents wrong showing the proof of her raise and promotion after the success of the project. but he stil teases her the way her clumsy ass fell down bumping into him at the office. How his cross necklace tangled with the necklace she was wearing. He was trying to free the tangled up chains, which she took the other way, gasping she hurriedly moved her clutching her shirt on her chest getting up, breaking her own chain in process. Scolding him in return as she fled the place gathering her files. In her defence, she was having a bad day at work.

Morning, his place

Burnt toast, Sunday (she giggled at the line)

You keep his shirt

He keeps his word

It was a good few months after YN finally agreeing to go on a date with him. The first night she spent at his after their yet another fancy date night. The next day was Sunday so YN agreed to stay over at his and they both binge watched Marvel series. It was a very innocent night, the serie being abandoned long time as one of the very first vulnerable conversation began between them. Him actually putting his feelings in words for her, confessing his love for her. In return she shared the feelings of trust he gained from her in words. Having men trying to pull her down her entire life, she was determined she was going to die single until she met him. Harry being the second after her brother to actually support her and give her right pep talks and encouragement. She have known him for barely three months but it was very easy for Harry fo make his way to her heart. That night he promised her he is not going to ever treat her like her asshole ex.

Next day it was made very obvious, Harry couldn't cook to save his life! But he was going to blame the first kiss they shared, there in his kitchen. He got carried away and burnt the toast and scrambled eggs he made. But YN came to rescue and he didn't had to survive on cereal until lunch, she made some amazing food with whatever was left in his fridge.

And for once, you let go

Of your fears and your ghosts

One step, not much

But it said enough

For YN, it was very big deal. She does not trust anyone as much she trusts him. She literally flew to another country without knowing where he is taking her, it was not good, or it was good, it's a very debatable topic. But it's her Harry!

You kiss on sidewalks

You fight and you talk

One night he wakes

Strange look on his face

Pauses, then says

You're my best friend

And you knew what it was

He is in love

You can hear it in the silence, silence, you

You can feel it on the way home, way home, you

You can see it with the lights out, lights out

You are in love, true love

It was raining, typical London weather, Harry had no other option than to ditch his dinner with his mum and stay over at YN's. It was raining very badly, he couldn't drive, nor it was safe for his mum. It was YN dragging him on the side walk (she called her driveway side walk), dancing in the rain. She later ended up getting sick making Harry upset as he warned her, but he was there to take care of her. He really kept his word.

But their first fight was very bad for YN. It was just a misunderstanding, her making him upset without even knowing it. It was not a big deal; he said, he was just being jealous of her colleague. Yeah, Harry Styles get insecure too some times, and why wouldn't he? His girlfriend is the most gorgeous person!

He had promised to pick her up for dinner this night, when he saw her hugging her colleague by the exist. He behaved childish, being grumpy throughout the dinner. Took her back to his as her car broke down and she lives a good one hour away from his place, had an argument there. Ended up sleeping on sofa in his grumpy mood. But she was understanding enough to talk and fix everything. Carefully slid under the blanket he was using and explaining what happened. Her colleague proposed to his girlfriend the day before and she was just congratulating him. Now that fight have became a joke between them. Harry apologised for acting like a baby. He was not feeling himself that day.

She was like his lover and his best friend in one package.

And so it goes

You two are dancing in a snow globe, 'round and 'round

And he keeps the picture of you in his office downtown

It was dark, barely lit as they swayed to the slow music. Like they're in their own bubble dancing under the Northern Lights; like something straight out of a Bollywood movie song. None of them knew how to express their already known feelings to each other, words were never going to be enough.

With both his arms around her waist he leaned down to peck the tip of her nose. She was cold and so was her skin, the dry red tint on her skin was enough to explain that. It was romantically silent around.

And you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars

And why I've spent my whole life tryin' to put it into words

'Cause you can hear in the silence

You can feel it on the way home

You can see it with the lights out

You are in love, true love

You are in love

It was literally like a war on social media the day Harry invited YN to his Album listening party in New York, just because she could make it there as she was in the city for work. It was last year. An unfinished album about his ongoing love story with this person. For the first time nothing he wrote was being compared to his love life and private life because everything between YN and him was kept in a safe. No one was there to ruin it for him thist time and it's still going strong. YN took all the criticism from his fan as a grain of salt, mostly the negative comments. Though his fans are still very brutal towards her. He is still going to take her to the upcoming music award show as his plus one.

You can hear it in the silence, silence, you

You can feel it on the way home, way home, you

You can see it with the lights out, lights out

You are in love, true love

You are in love

You can hear it in the silence, silence, you

You can feel it on the way home, way home, you

You can see it with the lights out, lights out

You are in love, true love

You are in love.

As the song ended, Harry smeared his lips over her in affectionate kiss, just like the first kiss they share. He doesn't have toast and eggs to worry about being burnt now. Taking his time he planted several small kisses on full of her lips before capturing her bottom lip in his two. YN was first to pull apart running out of air, just to picked up by her boyfriend as he spun around taking her by surprise. Making her squeal and giggle. He rest her back on her feet carefully.

"My hopeless romantic self is screaming like a feral inside." She told him earning a laugh from him.

"We'll make more of her wishes come true." He told her, making sure to pause the next song, Kiwi, before he continued, "but I need you to answer something first."

"Oh, sure." She nodded.

"Our second anniversary is in two months, would plan to ask you this on that day, but this-" he pointed at the sky with the colourful hue still swaying to their own music, "- wouldn't work out. I don't know what to say, honestly, I tried but I couldn't bring myself to prepare a perfect speech."

He grabbed her left mitten clad hand, and he fished his pocket for something, "I have approval and blessings of your father and brothers, so I'll the ask it: Will you Marry me, YN? Give me the honour of being addressed as your husband, please?" And with that he went on his knee.

YN's stomach did a back flip, he literally managed to make her go weak in knees, now she was stood on her knees too.

"Are you being serious right now?" She asked, crying out her happy sobs following by giggles.

"A thousand per cent serious." He assured her. "Will you marry me?" He asked again.

"You know my answer: yes!" She nodded. Harry gave her another kiss helping her take off her mitten so he can put the ring on her finger. YN noticed his hands were shaking, it was definitely not from the cold weather. She was quick and jump and hug him tightly. She broke the hug to look at him, he was crying too.

"Awh, Harry!" She cooed wiping off his tears and pressing a tender kiss on his lips, then on his dimpled cheek.

"I'm sorry break this to you, but we have our friends here." Harry announced breaking their little moment.

There was Harry's friend Rob, who was with them yesterday as they explored around the town. And Helene. YN was surprised to see her there with her camera.

"Congratulations!" She exclaimed walking towards the couple.

"I was not going to let out engagement go undocumented in pictures and videos." Harry explained seeing a surprise and confused look on her face.

"Yeah, this was all last moment, I was in town for a little and Harry called requesting to take pictures of you two getting engaged. Said; he couldn't trust anyone else to take good pictures." Helene added to his explanation.

"Awh thank you!" YN hugged the girl as well.

"Of course darling, I am so happy for you two!" Helene said and even hugged Harry.

It was getting very cold, so their friends left. Helene promised to send them all the pictures she took of them both by morning. Harry had ordered warm drinks for both of them, coffee at midnight line she sang as Harry got the door to take their coffee cups.

"They're decaff." He told her.

"It still have caffeine in it." She said taking her cup from him warming her hands.

"Do you like the ring, Babe?" He enquired.

YN couldn't look at the ring that closely as everything happened very quickly, and both of them had to rush in as it was getting colder and supposed to get even more cold.

She looked at the ring, which definitely made it obvious, he got it custom made seeing how extra and vintage looking it was. It screamed Harry. A very every-day-wear ring it was, with a square diamond with a halo of smaller ones around it, both of their birth stones places in engraved space on the either side, on a plain white gold band wrapped around her finger perfectly. It looked expensive!

"I love it!" She cooed.

"Look on the inner side of the band." He said before sipping on his coffee.

YN took off the ring, a gasp left her mouth as she saw both of their first initials engraved on the band, the tiny crevices of the letters filled with gold metal which stood out against the white metal, she was already impressed by the birth stone details.

She put her ring back and straddled his lap hugging him tightly. He carefully kept the hot cup of his coffee on the side table, wrapped his own arms around her.

"You said you asked my dad, when did you do that?" She moved back to look at him.

"I might have stopped by when I was coming back from Tokyo." He explained, "I was terrified, but, your dad was super nice."

"Oh, that's why my mum was asking if I was sure about us, like for a week straight." YN shared, "she stopped as it was clearly making me frustrated."

"She cares about you a lot." He cooed.

"She does, a little too much." She agreed.

"So, should we get to planning the wedding?" He asked with a cheeky smirk.

"Why no— ahhhh!" She held onto him tightly as he got up without any warning holding onto her making his way to their bed. "What you exactly want to start planning?"

"The wedding night." He told her lying her down, supporting her head though the mattress was very comfy. "Or where do you want to go for honeymoon."

"God! Let us take our time with planning the wedding. My boss is ACTUALLY fire me this time." She said. Harry managed to fit in between her thighs.

"We'll worry about that later, now let's worry about checking out one thing of my bucket list." He peppered her face with small tender kisses, "shall we?"

"I don't... know.." she teases.

"We'll see." He challenged her.

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E N D N O T E :

I need a Harry in my life.

Also, I tried something new. This usually works in books with longer plots. It was a bit difficult to write the song parts there but I tried my best.

#harry styles

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thewhitejournal · 4 years ago

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”The Intern”

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

(not my gif)

hey all! so recently i’ve gotten into criminal minds and i may or may not have fallen in love with thomas gibson, so! i decided to write some fanfic about him. please let me know what you think, any feedback is great. like and share if you enjoyed, and let me know if i should continue this as a series! thanks a bunch!

content warnings: none

It was your first day shadowing under Penelope Garcia, a technical analyst at the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit in Quantico, Virginia. Your dad had some connections to the bureau and got you a special opportunity to see what a day, or rather, a week in the life of a technical analyst at the BAU consisted of.

Technical analyst, that’s been your dream job for what felt like forever; before you knew what the words meant, you knew you wanted to be able to do extensive research on awful people and help put a stop to their doings. Helping people was one of the things you felt you did best. So you were going to make a career out of it.

Stepping over your stacks of clothes and textbooks, you sized yourself up in your floor-length mirror. Your mom helped you pick out some new clothes, and you were wearing your favorite shirt you found while shopping. It was a navy button-up shirt, carefully pressed so there were no wrinkles. It fit your curves right in every way, and the navy complimented your skin tone perfectly. Your eyes travelled to your neckline; a chain with a simple charm hung around your neck, the metal shining in the sunlight coming in from the blinds.

Your fingers played with the charm, twirling it back and forth. It matched the pair of earrings you wore, a hand-me-down set of jewelry from someone in your family, probably your grandmother. You looked yourself in the eyes, admiring your simple makeup. Your hair fell in waves; you fooled with it a bit to make sure there wasn’t a hair astray. Your attention wandered back to your outfit. The black slacks had a piece of fuzz or two on them, and you picked them off, straightening them out. Your mom tried to convince you to wear a skirt, but you insisted pants were more practical. They are, of course.

The only part of your ensemble you might regret is the black pair of heels that were already hugging your feet in a bit of an uncomfortable manner. It was the comprise you made with your mom to not wear the skirt. You had to admit though, they complimented you well. Glancing at the clock on your wall, you saw it was almost time to leave. You grabbed your black blazer, pulling it on and releasing your hair from the neckline.

The keys laying on your table in your apartment jingled as you picked them up. You grabbed your purse and gave the place a once over, making sure you didn’t forget anything. You flicked the lights off, shutting and locking your door behind you, and headed towards the elevator.

Stepping in and pressing the button to the garage, you let out a shaky breath, suddenly realizing how nervous you were. You tried to breathe steady breaths and calm down, but it was hard. Your mind was racing. Would you be any good? Could you handle the cases? Would Penelope like you? What if nobody liked you?

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open, pulling you from your thoughts. You could do this. Probably.

Your heels clicking echoed throughout the parking garage, followed by the sound of your car unlocking and beeping. Opening the door, you climbed in and sat your purse in the passenger seat, sighing heavily. You wish you had some sort of idea of what to expect for today, but it’s like you were walking into a room blindfolded. You slid the keys in the ignition and started the car, pulling it out of the garage and making the short drive to the BAU.

A playlist of your favorite songs spilled through the speakers and filled the air; you thought maybe the music would help you feel better, and it did. But that feeling of bliss ended quickly when you pulled into the parking lot. Turning the car off, you looked out your windshield at the daunting and intimidating building before you. Making one last check of your appearance in the review mirror, you grabbed your keys and your purse and made your way to the front door.

You told the front desk person what you were instructed to by Penelope, and he let you proceed to the elevator. You luckily ended up alone in the elevator, giving yourself some more time to mentally prepare. It dinged, signalling your arrival to the floor you were supposed to be on.

The directions from the elevator to Penelope’s office replayed in your head like a broken record, as to not forget your way there. You tried to keep your head held high, but it was hard to; a feeling washed over you, like every pair of eyes in the room was on you. Maybe that was just paranoia though. You were about to reach her office when an undoubtedly handsome and buff man stepped foot into your path as you passed him.

“I think I’d remember seeing your pretty face around here, got a pretty name to go with it?” He said coyly, raising his dark and thick eyebrows as he spoke, a smirk gracing his face that showed off his incredibly straight teeth.

You stuttered and tried to think of what to say to such a bold question, but Penelope peeked her head out of her office before you had the chance to conjure a sentence.

“Ah ah, Derek. That one’s mine. Leave her be.” She said, looking at you with a kind smile. She waved you over, and you slid past Derek.

“Nice meeting you, Derek.” You called over your shoulder as Penelope practically pulled you into her office. You heard him huff with defeat and say something else before she shut the door behind you.

“But I don’t get your name?” He practically yelled, arms rising and then falling in defeat. He shook his head and returned to what you assumed to be his desk. You and Penelope shared a laugh.

“Hi, honey! I hope sweet-cheeks out there didn’t give you too much trouble. It’s so nice to finally meet you! Your dad’s told me so much about you!” She said to you, extending her hand, the sound of bracelets jingling accompanying it. She was quite bubbly, it was clear to see. Her clothes and office space were colorful and bright; it’s not that it’s a bad thing, it’s just not what you expected to see inside an FBI agent’s office.

You shook her hand, returning the smile she gave you. “No, he didn’t. I was just taken by surprise is all. It’s nice to meet you too!” She took your purse from your hands and sat it on the table closest to the door, next to the purse you assumed to be hers. She gestured to an empty chair that was pushed into the table; it sat in front of a laptop, a setup that looked puny compared to hers. She had several monitors all over the wall and two separate computers set up.

“Your seat, madam.” You chuckled a bit, sitting down. Her personality made you feel more at ease immediately. Maybe she was always like this, or maybe she could tell you were tense. Either way, it helped you feel better, and you were already starting to like her.

“So what I usually do is sit in front of these screens all day and dig up the nasty stuff on the bad guys for our good guys. I’m talking sealed records, CCTV, bank accounts, you name it and I can find it.” Penelope was sat down in her own chair now, waving her hands around as she spoke. You sat silently, listening intently as she continued to tell you what her job consisted of. Suddenly, her door was swung open. A tall man in a suit with black hair and beautiful light brown eyes stood there, looking directly at Penelope. He was holding a file.

“Garcia, we have a case.” His left arm outstretched to hand her the file, letting you be able to notice his shiny watch and wedding band. It was almost like he didn’t even know you were there - at first. His eyes glanced over your way, then did a double-take, when you assumed he realized he didn’t know who you were.

“Hello, I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m SSA Aaron Hotchner. You must be the intern Penelope was telling me about.” His hand reached out to shake yours. You stood to your feet quickly and shook it. His grip was firm and his hands were huge. You tried not to make it obvious that you were intimidated by him, but you tried very hard to not let your gaze fall to the floor. Looking into his eyes gave you butterflies, which was odd. This man was a stranger to you and yet he seemed so familiar.

“Yeah, that’s me. It’s nice to meet you, sir, I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I’m really excited to be here.” You gave him a smile, and he returned the favor, a soft one gracing over his lips. Your hands seemed to be clasped together for a second or two too long, but neither of you seemed to be objected to it. He let his hand fall from yours, and he shoved them in his pocket.

“Well from what I hear from Garcia, we’re lucky to have you. Nice to meet you, (Y/N). And you can call me Hotch.” With that and one last smile to you both, he swiftly shut the door behind him. You sat back down and noticed Garcia giving you a weird look, a smirk on her face. You laughed nervously.

“What?” You asked her, her smile beaming at you.

“Nothing, he just never smiles like that. Especially not since Haley-, well his wife...” She trailed off. Your brows furrowed. If something had happened between him and his wife, why was he still wearing a wedding band?

“Is she-?”

“Dead? No. Staying at her parent’s house with their son? Yes. It’s taken a toll on him, but I haven’t seen him smile like that in forever. We’ll have to keep you around, you’re magic or something, kid. Hotch doesn’t smile for anyone.” Penelope turned to her computers and started typing away, getting ready to work the case you assumed. A blush crept up onto your cheeks. Something told you that you wouldn’t mind staying there a bit longer either.

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pieces - chapter six

Five years ago, Chloe dropped off the face of the Earth. Beca didn’t expect to see her again dancing in a strip club, out of all places.

rated: E (drug use and emotional abuse in early chapters)

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Chloe didn’t register any of it. Her ears were buzzing with adrenaline and her body felt like it wasn’t even her own anymore, but her legs worked on auto-pilot as she followed Beca to the car.

As Jesse drove away from the club and Chloe somewhat calmed down, the situation slowly dawned onto her, sending her thoughts into a spiral.

She had just fled from Marco. She probably didn’t have a job anymore. She was homeless.

But before she could full-on panic, a gloved hand slid inside of hers, grounding her some. Her eyes flickered up and met Beca’s. “You’re okay. We’re heading to my apartment, you’ll stay in my guest bedroom.”

All Chloe could muster was a weak nod. All of this felt surreal.

They arrived at Beca’s place less than ten minutes later, Jesse taking a left and driving into an underground parking lot. Once the car was parked, Chloe stepped out, standing back while Beca told Jesse to drive himself home and that she would come to pick up her car tomorrow.

“I’m up on the twelfth floor,” Beca said as she hit the elevator button.

“Is your hand okay?” Chloe asked, only remembering now that Beca punched Marco.

Beca made a fist then splayed out her fingers, wincing a bit. “It’s not broken at least. I’ll be fine.”

They stepped inside the elevator, Chloe’s eyes remaining fastened to the carpet as it rode up to the right floor. She followed Beca down the hall and stood back while she unlocked her door. Chloe stepped inside after her, her eyes scanning the huge open-plan space with floor to ceiling windows.

She remained by the entrance while Beca went to get something from the kitchen, reappearing with something wrapped in a kitchen towel. “For your cheek.”

Chloe nodded, taking it and pressing it to her cheekbone.

“The bedroom is right there down the hall,” Beca directed, motioning for Chloe to follow her. She hooked a right and hit the lights, revealing a soberly decorated large room with a queen-sized bed. “I’ll go get you some clothes to sleep in.”

Chloe nodded, stepping further inside the room and lowering herself on the edge of the mattress. She realized she was shaking slightly, but she couldn’t tell if it was from leftover adrenaline or her body starting to crave a hit.

“Here,” Beca said as she rounded the corner, setting a pair of folded sweatpants, a simple t-shirt, and her Barden hoodie down on the comforter. “The bathroom is right across the hall, I put some clean towels on the counter if you want to take a shower, and a toothbrush. I have my own bathroom so feel free to use this one whenever you want. Help yourself to anything, the kitchen cupboards are stocked up with plenty of snacks and the fridge with sodas.”

“Okay,” Chloe whispered, briefly meeting Beca’s eyes. “Thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me,” Beca assured her softly, casting her a small smile. “I’m heading to bed. I’ll see you in the morning?”

Once again, Chloe nodded. She watched Beca step out of the room and stared blankly at the wall in front of her for a while until she started feeling the physical toll of the night’s events creep up on her. She stood up, stepping out of her stripper heels and unzipping her dress. A shower would wait until morning. After changing into the spare clothes Beca had lent her, Chloe swung by the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her heavy make-up off.

She crawled into bed a few minutes later, willing her body and mind to relax enough that she would find some sleep. The next hour was spent tossing and turning, trying to silence her craving for cocaine and her visceral need to bolt.

But she didn’t have anywhere safe to go, or any money to buy anything.

Chloe slipped out of bed and crossed the hall to the bathroom, opening the faucet and cupping her hands under it to gather some water to splash her face with.

“Snap out of it,” she muttered to herself as she stared at her own reflection in the mirror, gripping the edges of the counter with both hands.

Dark circles were permanently etched under her eyes from sleep deprivation thanks to the cocaine allowing her to go days without resting. Her cheeks were hollowed out from her weight loss and her skin a ghostly pale. She looked nearly ten years older than her actual age.

Familiar voices wormed their way into her mind, chanting, whispering, cackling devilishly.

Worthless. Ugly. Dumb.

A sob echoed against the bathroom walls as Chloe let go of the counter to hold her head between her hands, fingers pulling on her hair.

“Pull yourself together,” she mumbled next as her mind warred with those parasites having made a home in her subconscious. “They’re lying.”

Chloe knew trying to sleep was a lost battle, so she padded to the living room. If she couldn’t have cocaine, alcohol was the next best thing. Something strong, preferably, something that could muffle all those insecurities.

It took her less than two minutes to find Beca’s liquor cabinet, and she fished out a bottle of whiskey, plucking a tumbler from the cupboard above the sink. She reached for the remote and turned on the TV at a low volume so she could focus on something else than her own thoughts, settling for CNN as she poured herself a third of the glass and knocked it back.

Familiar, comforting warmth filled her belly and spread to her limbs and chest as Chloe poured herself another, nursing this one slowly as she curled up on Beca’s couch. It took four drinks for exhaustion to gain the upper hand on Chloe’s anxiety, and she fell asleep on the couch, the near-empty bottle sitting on the coffee table.

She woke up sometime later to someone shaking her shoulder. The light was bright behind her closed lids, and Chloe scrunched up her nose, curling up tighter on herself.

“Chloe, wake up.”

That voice didn’t belong to Marco. The realization drew Chloe’s mind from its foggy state and she opened her eyes to find Beca sitting in front of her. Slightly disoriented, Chloe slowly sat up. She caught sight of the bottle and guilt coupled with shame surged her insides. “I’ll--I’ll replace that.”

Beca frowned. “What? No, that’s-- you don’t need to do that.”

Chloe’s shoulders slumped. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t-- I was craving something, and…” she trailed off, inhaling sharply as she felt her chest constrict and tears burn her eyes. “I think-- I think I need help.”

It was odd, that feeling of instant relief as soon as she uttered the words. As though a huge weight she didn’t know was there just lifted from her chest.

“Okay.” Beca reached out to set her hand on Chloe’s knee. Her expression was soft, her eyes warm, and Chloe immediately felt comforted. “We’ll get you help. I was on the phone with a rehab upstate earlier, they have a spot on Monday.”

Monday. As in three days from now.

“I can’t-- I don’t have fifty grand, Beca, and there’s--there’s--” She cut herself off, shaking her head as emotions rose to her throat and made her voice waver. She needed to work. She needed to provide for her dad. “I have to work.” Upon catching Beca’s confused look, Chloe sucked in another deep breath. “My--my dad is sick. He has late-onset MS and they can’t afford treatment on their own.”

Realization dawned on Beca’s features as she nodded slowly, empathy swirling in her gaze. “How much money is the treatment?”

“I give them two thousand dollars a month to cover what’s left after insurance.”

“Do you know their bank account information?” Beca asked as she grabbed her phone, swiping her thumb over the screen to unlock it. “I’ll set up an automatic transfer each first of the month.”

Chloe’s mouth slowly opened in shock. “What?” She croaked out, her bottom lip trembling. “I can’t ask you to pay for it.”

“You didn’t,” Beca said softly, glancing up. “I’m offering. And I’m covering the rehab cost as well.”

Chloe blinked twice in slow succession. “I don’t-- I don’t--” she started to object, but reason quickly gained the upper hand. She couldn’t afford any of those things, and she couldn’t afford to stay like this, either. She was legitimately afraid she might die if she continued down that path. “I don’t know what to say except thank you, but that doesn’t seem like enough. I’ll pay you back though. Every cent of it.”

“I don’t want you to worry about that,” Beca murmured, squeezing her knee gently as she gae Chloe a tight-lipped smile. “The best way you can thank me is by focusing on getting better.”

A few tears rolled down Chloe’s cheeks, and she was at a loss for words for a little while as her heart swelled in her chest.

She hadn’t felt that in a long time.

“So um, next Monday?” She asked then, swiping her thumbs over her cheeks.

“Yeah. It’s an hour drive away, I took my Monday morning off to drive you. The program is thirty days,” Beca explained. “The nurse I had on the phone told me that detoxing yourself on your own before that could be dangerous and advised against it. I wasn’t sure… what type of drug you’re taking, but she said it didn’t matter. You could go through a cold turkey kind of thing and while I’m not exactly comfortable with you continuing to use until then, it’s what’s best, according to her.”

Chloe sniffled. “I don’t have any with me. Some of my stash is at the club and the rest is at Marco’s place.”

“Right, um… do you know when he isn’t there? You probably need to get some stuff, right?”

“He’s at the club most nights. Usually gets there from 9 pm, so we could go after?”

“I’ll text Luke and Jesse to come with us for reinforcements in case he’s there. I kneed the guy in the balls, he must be pretty pissed.” Beca cleared her throat, eyeing Chloe. “Will you be okay until tonight? You know, without taking anything?”

Chloe nodded. “I’ll manage. I just need distractions or else I get really agitated.”

“Okay. I can definitely help with that,” Beca said, taking her hand back. “I was gonna make breakfast, are you hungry?”

“No, not really. I could drink a coffee, though? After I shower.”

Beca smiled and pushed to her feet. “You got it. Take your time.”

Trusting other people had been a recurring issue for Chloe in the past few years, but she willed herself not to start doubting Beca’s intentions. After her shower, Chloe headed back to the main room, her step faltering upon walking past an open door. She tentatively peered inside, quickly realizing this was Beca’s office. Her eyes popped wider at the sight of the five gramophones sitting on a shelf, among framed gold and platinum records.

She stepped further inside to take a closer look, her heart making a painful lurch as her gaze fell on a picture of the Bellas after their first ICCA win. Chloe reached out to pluck the frame off the surface, a wave of nostalgia sweeping over her as she thought back to that day.

“You okay?”

Chloe jumped a little, glancing over her shoulder as she hastily but carefully placed the frame back where it had been. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to… I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, Chlo,” Beca assured her softly. She nodded towards the leather couch in the corner. “Have a seat, I’ll bring you your coffee.”

Chloe nodded and crossed the room, admiring the hundreds of records neatly tucked in a built-in library on the opposite wall.

“You can pick something to listen to, if you want,” Beca told her when she returned with two cups, twin curls of steam rising from them. She set Chloe’s on the small table in front of the couch and curled up on one end while Chloe picked a record. She ended up going for Rumours, one of her all-time favorite albums, and took it out, setting it on the record player.

The opening chords of Dreams filled the room as she lowered the stylus on the edge, and she padded to the couch, cradling her mug between her palms.

“Fleetwood Mac. Always been one of your favorite,” Beca observed with a soft expression as she lifted her mug to take a sip. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay.” Chloe knew the first telltale signs of craving would hit her sometime around midday, but she would hang in there. “You made it, huh? To the top?”

Beca broke eye-contact, her cheeks reddening. “I was lucky to come across amazing people throughout my career.”

Chloe knew Beca’s sheer amount of raw talent was the root of her success, but Beca still seemed to be her humble self. “Do you speak to Aubrey often?”

“Once in a while. More so in the past two weeks as we tried to figure out a way to help you. Otherwise, we still have the group chat, and we’re planning a reunion this summer.”

“Oh,” Chloe let out upon finding out the girls still hung out together. Her heart ached in her chest over everything she had missed, but she only had herself to blame for that one.

“And you’ll be there,” Beca added with a soft smile. “With us.”

Chloe swallowed the lump forming in her throat; the road to recovery was bound to be a long and tumultuous journey, but maybe having a goal in sight was what she needed to stay on track during low moments.

“The nurse said cellphones wouldn’t be allowed for the first two weeks, but I’ll give you Aubrey’s number for the next two, okay? She would love to hear from you.”

Chloe nodded, her lips curling in a hint of a smile. “Yeah, okay.”

She spent the rest of the afternoon hauled up in Beca’s office (she weirdly felt at ease there), curled up on the couch and listening to soothing records as her body and mind battled against an array of negative feelings and sensations.

Around 10 pm, she and Beca drove to Marco’s place accompanied by Luke and Jesse. Chloe kept a key under the mat for those nights she was so drunk or high she usually forgot them at the club and was grateful to find it there.

“I’ll be quick,” she told Beca, heading into the bedroom to get a duffle bag from the bottom of the dresser and throwing a bunch of comfy clothes into it.

She knew that even if Marco did come home nothing would happen with Luke and Jesse being there, but that didn’t stop sweat from trickling down her back as she grabbed her essentials as quickly as she could.

“Okay. I’ve got everything,” she said as she met them by the door about five minutes later, slightly out of breath. Her anxiety was through the roof, not lessening even when they got back into the car, but she tried not to let it show.

It was only when she was able to take a hit back at Beca’s apartment that Chloe was able to calm herself down.

“Are you alright?” Beca asked a while later when Chloe eventually emerged.

She sat on the living-room couch, her laptop balanced on her thighs.

Chloe nodded, tugging on her sleeves as she shuffled to sit on the end of it. She didn’t take as much as she used to, not seeking that euphoric state she needed while she was at work. Just enough to deal with the darkness swirling inside her. “Thank you.”

“Are you hungry? I was thinking of ordering pizza, with pineapple on one half for you weirdo.”

Chloe snickered. “Yeah, I could eat a little.”

Monday came before Chloe realized. She packed a bag and slid in beside Beca, staring out the window most of the drive as they headed upstate. Nerves sprouted in her belly as Beca parked in front of the fancy-looking facility, and Chloe puffed out a breath.

Beca cast her a reassuring smile. “I’ll go check in with you.”

Nodding, Chloe stepped out and grabbed her bag from the trunk, slinging it over her shoulder. They walked through the glass sliding doors and headed towards the desk, where a friendly-looking man greeted them.

“Hi, my name is Chloe Beale, I’m here, um, to start rehab.”

She felt Beca’s fingers gently wrap around hers as the man checked his computer, and let her tense shoulders sag.

“Right this way, I’ll show you to your room, Ms. Beale. Your friend can come, too.”

“Thank you.”

She didn’t let go of Beca’s hand as they followed the employee up some stairs and down the hall. The room was bright and spacious, with a queen-sized bed and an amazing view of the forest behind the building. Chloe set her bag down on the mattress and looked around as the man went through basic rules, giving him her phone when requested. Chloe would be allowed to call someone during bad days with the phone downstairs, though.

He left shortly after, and Chloe inhaled sharply as she turned towards Beca. “I guess I’ll write you a letter?” She asked, her voice wavering slightly.

“I’d love that,” Beca murmured. “You’re going to nail this, Chlo. I’m just a phone call away if you need to talk, alright?”

Chloe nodded. “Yeah.” She stepped up to Beca and pulled her into a hug, closing her eyes as she relished in their closeness. “I’ll see you in a month.”

Beca backed away, smiling. Her eyes shone with unshed tears. “I’m so proud of you for doing this,” she whispered, squeezing Chloe’s hand as she took a step back. “See you in a month.”

Chloe fought to hold onto her emotions until the door shut behind Beca, breaking down as soon as silence surrounded her.

For the first time in six years, she was on her own, and the month ahead might be her hardest challenge, yet.

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Hi! I stumbled into your blog and it's amazing! I have so many questions. I will apologize now for it. Husband and wife of 20 years. All of a sudden keeps money and doesn't share it with his wife after they agreed that she wouldn't work. And because he has ADHD (diagnosed and doesn't like taking his meds) she has to remind him to pay the same bills EVERY month? Now she has a car payment because her car broke down, he asks her every month if he needs to pay her car payment. What to tell her?

Same "question" anon. They have 4 children, she does all the house work cooking and parenting. All appointments, school stuff and homework. She did that even when she had the job. He's inconsistent with helping her with ANYTHING so she just got tired of begging and nagging.He spends more time on his phone than he does sleeping. You can tell its taking a tole on her mental state. The problem is he genuinely seems to love her and the kids. They have gone to therapy a few times. Is this abuse?

Well, it’s certainly not a good situation, I can tell you that.

Whether the financial stuff qualifies as abuse really depends on the specifics of their situation. Withholding access to finances can definitely be a form of abuse, but not every couple where one person manages the finances is abusive. Sometimes one person in a relationship handles the money out of convenience, or because dealing with money makes the other person anxious - things start to become abusive when one partner is not able to access money for essentials if they need them, if one partner feels their spending is excessively monitored and tracked by the other partner, or if money is being used to trap one person in the relationship. Does does your friend have access to any money or spending at all? Does she have a credit card? Can she withdraw money from a joint account at a bank branch? If there was some sort of emergency and she needed to leave him, would she be able to finance that herself - for instance, could she afford to put gas in her car and drive to her parents’ house or spend the night at a hotel? Does she have access to spending money or money for basic necessities like groceries? And most importantly, does her husband managing the household finances make her feel trapped and afraid? Or is she mostly just annoyed that bills aren’t being paid without reminders? If her husband was reliable about paying all the bills on time, would this be an issue for her? Again, I don’t know the specifics of their situation, but if the money situation is making her feel like she’s helpless and unable to leave the relationship or like she has to beg for money for basic necessities, I’d be concerned about financial abuse. If she’s got her own credit card for emergencies and is mostly just exasperated that he’s paying the mortgage late every month, I wouldn’t necessarily call this abuse - but again, I wouldn’t call it a good situation either.

In general, though, it seems like the core issue in this relationship is that the husband is refusing to take responsibility for managing his own mental health, even when it’s taking a toll on his wife. And that is super, super not okay. As someone who has ADHD myself, I understand how difficult it can be to manage basic life expectations when you have this condition. Things like remembering to pay bills or file taxes on time, being on time for work, meeting deadlines, and keeping up with household chores are more difficult for me than they are for other people - this is a common experience for people with ADHD. I am sympathetic to the struggle. But the fact that these tasks are more difficult for me does not mean that I have an excuse to just... not do them, especially if other people are counting on me to get these things done. It is not my partner’s responsibility to clean up after me or manage the household by himself because I find things more difficult than he does - it’s up to me to communicate with him and find strategies that let me consistently take on half of the workload without my partner having to chase me to get it done. I set numerous reminders, do housework in short bursts, prioritize tasks, listen to audiobooks while I work and hold myself accountable for getting important tasks done. Yes, it sucks sometimes that this stuff just doesn’t come easily to me, but I still don’t have the right to run my partner ragged and automatically expect him to pick up my slack. My ADHD is not my fault, but it is my responsibility. And the same is true for the husband in this situation. I’m not a huge fan of ultimatums in relationships, but I think it’s time for a come-to-Jesus moment here. The wife needs to sit down with her husband and lay out how this situation is affecting her, what her boundaries are, and what her expectations are going forward. She needs to make it abundantly clear that the relationship cannot continue the way it’s been going, and that something needs to change. What that change looks like is up to them - maybe he needs to go back on his medication. Maybe he needs to hand over control of the finances. Maybe he needs to take on more chores and childcare. Maybe it’s all of the above. Either way, this is not an issue that will resolve on its own - a difficult conversation needs to happen, and there needs to be real, concrete efforts to change. If the husband refuses to change or doesn’t follow through, it’s really up to the wife to decide where her limits are. If the situation never improves, how much more of this is she willing to put up with? Is she prepared to spend the rest of her life constantly nagging a grown man to make the car payment on time and hang up his wet towels? How long is she willing to wait for things to improve? At what point does the stress of this relationship outweigh the positives? She’s the only one who can decide the answers to those questions. The best you can do is to be there for her while she tries to make up her mind. Best of luck to all of you! MM

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Globe, May 3

You can buy a brand new copy of this issue without the mailing label for your very own at my eBay store: https://www.ebay.com/str/bradentonbooks

Cover: Prince William and Prince Harry: Showdown at Prince Philip's Funeral

Page 2: Up Front & Personal -- Alec Baldwin, Kathy Ireland, Conan O'Brien grabs lunch in West Hollywood

Page 3: Meg Ryan, Heather Graham, Jon Voight steps out in Beverly Hills

Page 4: Kris Jenner says her role as momager of the Kardashian clan is like being a fireman because she has to put out so many heated squabbles -- satisfying daughters Kourtney Kardashian, Kim Kardashian, Khloe Kardashian, Kendall Jenner and Kylie Jenner takes skill and Kourtney is often so fed up she fires her three or four times a day, but Kris believes she's done a good job, saying she's totally dedicated to her brood and spends oodles of time and energy going the extra mile for them

* Jailed Ghislaine Maxwell is raising a stink over federal lawmen's claims she's a prison piggy, saying the institution's busted sewer pipes, not her toilet habits, are responsible for the overwhelming stench in her cell -- lawyers for sex perv Jeffrey Epstein's accused madam and sex trafficker leveled the charge to flush out prosecutors' claims the socialite's cage stinks like a hog's pen because she doesn't flush her toilet -- her lawyer Bobbi Sternheim insists there was a pervasive stench of sewage in Ms. Maxwell's unit, necessitating guards to flush pipes by pouring water down open drains in an effort to trap and disperse gaseous emissions and at times the stench in Ms. Maxwell's isolation cell has been overwhelming due to overflowing of toilets in the cell block above -- as for Ghislaine flushing, she does it often, at the guards' bidding even, though she doesn't use the commode in her cell due to lack of privacy

Page 5: Kelly Clarkson's tacky tales of pooping in trash cans and other crude antics are grossing out her alarmed pals, who fear divorce stress is pushing the talk queen over the edge and while Kelly has loved to shock people, her cringeworthy behavior has gotten worse since filing for divorce from music manager Brandon Blackstock, father of her daughter River and son Remington -- now Kelly has many fearing she's finally flipped after recently telling talk show guest Clint Black on-air she destroyed a poor trash can by pooping in it during a quick backstage concert break and she's constantly making potty jokes and seems to get a rise out of shocking people and even by Kelly's standards, this was a step too far and people are urging her to scale back on the belching, farting and gross anecdotes because they're a turnoff and make her look trashy and her grueling workload and prickly divorce has manifested in this gross behavior where she can't seem to hold her tongue and blurts out whatever she's thinking without consideration for other people -- other stars like Gwen Stefani and Blake Shelton are thinking twice before inviting her to social events and for talk show rivals like Ellen DeGeneres and Drew Barrymore, it's a dream seeing her push the boundaries of taste and Kelly doesn't have a filter and as long as she's got an audience she's just going to keep on doing it

Page 6: Macaulay Culkin is the daddy of a brand-new baby girl named Dakota, who is named after Macaulay's sister who died at 29 in a 2008 car crash, and she was delivered by Macaulay's lover actress Brenda Song

Page 7: Angelina Jolie has become a stressed-out single mom trying to care for her brood of six during the pandemic lockdown, and the strain is is showing on the 98-pound actress, but the 45-year-old, who shuns hiring a full-time nanny, still wants sole custody of her underage kids Pax, Zahara, Shiloh, Knox and Vivienne, and is fighting tooth and nail with ex-husband Brad Pitt to get it; their oldest Maddox Jolie-Pitt is now 19 and considered independent although the university student frequently lives with his mother -- caring for the gang puts a big drain on Angelina's bank account and her custody war with Brad is costing a pretty penny -- Jolie and her children spend most of their time bunkered in a massive 7,500-square-foot Los Feliz mansion that boasts a huge library lined with resource books but the kids need to be separated so they can concentrate on their individual Zoom classes and someone is always hungry or needing help and at the end of the school day, when they are bored, they end up looking for Mom to find them something to do while she is trying to work on her own projects, and like most siblings, the kids fight or argue, and that can test any parent's nerves and Angie is with the kids pretty much 24/7 and it's taking a toll -- there is a glimmer of hope as schools are close to reopening and once the five youngest are back in school for several hours a day it will give Angelina the breaks she needs and hopefully she can hang tight until then

Page 8: Cover Story -- Prince William and Prince Harry bury Prince Philip, but not the ax -- despite their public displays of grief, bitter brothers William and Harry erupted in a raging royal screaming match behind the scenes of their grandfather's Prince Philip's funeral and Princess Diana's sons lashed out, accusing each other of ugly betrayals and destroying the royal family and the princes blamed each other's wives for igniting the family feud and their showdown was explosive and they're refusing to forgive or make peace and any hope Philip's death will end this feud is pie in the sky -- Harry and William were forced to reunite to mark the Duke of Edinburgh's passing and comfort their grandmother Queen Elizabeth, but that doesn't mean they're kissing and making up; far from it because Harry and his wife Meghan Markle have caused so much damage with their TV interview, it will take a lifetime to heal this rift -- sparks began flying almost immediately after Harry landed back in his homeland. He went straight to his former marital home Frogmore Cottage in Windsor to quarantine under COVID rules while William and his wife Duchess Kate Middleton and their three children were holed up at their country home Anmer House in Norfolk, about 100 miles away, but that didn't stop the once-inseparable brothers exploding in fury at each other during a video call finalizing funeral arrangements -- William and Harry knew they'd have to walk together behind the cortege to honor their grandfather, but that was where their reunion ended and while their grieving grandmother and royal relatives mourned the loss of the family patriarch, William and Harry's pent-up anger and frustrations exploded as, on the same side of the Atlantic for the first time in over a year, William blasted Harry and Meghan for bad-mouthing his wife Kate and selfishly trying to destroy the monarchy and he reamed Harry for not visiting their grandfather in his final days and using the funeral as a publicity stunt while Harry retaliated by accusing his brother of throwing him and Meghan under the bus and vowed never to talk to him again -- instead of an expected joint public statement praising their beloved grandfather, they issued separate tributes, which underlined their split as in their statement, William and Kate reminisced about Philip taking their children for horse-drawn carriage rides and they vowed to support the queen in the years ahead and that was a dig at Harry and Meghan, who can't help the queen due to their self-imposed exile to California and it was also a shot because Harry's son Archie has spent no time with his royal relatives since his birth almost two years ago -- Philip's death has only intensified this horrific feud and this war is far from over, and may never be

Page 10: Prince Philip went to his grave regretting he couldn't stop Prince Harry and his wife Meghan Markle from ripping the royal family in a bombshell TV interview -- The Duke of Edinburgh called the explosive tell-all madness and he had some sympathy for Harry and Meghan's desire to do their own thing, but he thought they were wrong and he hated Harry and Meghan's preoccupation with their own problems and their willingness to talk about them in public; one of his rules was give interviews but don't talk about yourself -- Philip loved Harry and thought him a good man, but he did not believe they were doing the right thing for the country or themselves when they quit royal duties and Philip died worrying the explosive interview permanently damaged the monarchy and he deeply regretted he wasn't able to prevent the scandal

* Outraged Prince Philip shunned his son Prince Andrew's ex-wife Duchess Sarah Ferguson for the last 19 years of his life after she was caught cheating in raunchy photos that went public -- Philip considered Fergie beyond the pale and refused to have anything to do with her and when Sarah was staying at Balmoral Castle with her daughters, her ex-father-in-law would run from a room she'd entered and Fergie said it was ridiculous because as soon as she came through one door, he'd be falling over the corgis to get out of the other and she added it was very funny, except, of course, it wasn't -- the only time they appeared together in public was at Prince Harry's 2018 wedding, 26 years after Fergie was photographed lounging topless while her then lover John Bryan sucked on her toes on the French Riviera; she and Andrew were separated at the time

Page 11: Marie Osmond is getting the last laugh on rival Sharon Osbourne after the big-mouthed Brit, who chased off Marie from The Talk, was booted from the chat show in a racism scandal -- while Marie doesn't wish ill on anyone, she certainly isn't feeling any sympathy for Sharon's plight -- in public, Marie has never said a harsh word about Sharon, and never blamed her co-star with pushing her off The Talk, but behind the scenes, Sharon made mild-mannered Marie's life hell, which chased her away and Marie still cringes from the whole experience of working with the brash former reality diva, more than seven months after leaving the show and Marie doesn't want to stoke the fire, but it's kind of satisfying in a way that Sharon's finally being exposed for what she is: a snippy, smug phony

* Chaka Khan was the first celeb booted on Season 21 of Dancing with the Stars in 2015, and it's no wonder because she was a lousy partner, claims pro hoofer Keo Motsepe -- Keo slammed the singer for demanding they only rehearse around midnight, because that's when the night owl was used to going to the record studio and laying down tracks -- Keo accepted the challenge but now calls Chaka his worst partner ever

Page 12: Celebrity Buzz -- Jane Lynch eats lunch in West Hollywood (picture), Khloe Kardashian is getting called out for her attempt to erase a bathing suit snap that revealed some very real body dimples and famous for posting airbrushed and filtered photos depicting her as flawless she went berserk over the unedited pic summoning legal eagles to get the image scrubbed off the internet but she drew colossal backlash, Sutton Stracke of The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills got promoted to series regular and impressed producers by making ousted castmate Teddi Mellencamp cry by branding her boring, fired New York Housewife Dorinda Medley has lost 14 pounds, Lil Nas X's limited-edition designer Satan Shoes which commanded $1,018 when they hit the market are now deader than a doornail after legal pressure from Nike

Page 13: Dean Cain sports a Superman-style logo on his hoodie as he bums around Malibu (picture), Annabella Sciorra shoots an episode of Blue Bloods in NYC (picture), co-anchor T.J. Holmes shows his tongue on the Good Morning America set (picture), Olympic champ Lindsey Vonn admits skiing was a slippery slope when she started mingling with the beautiful people of Hollywood

Page 14: Brooklyn Decker proves she going gray at just 34 and she's kinda digging it, Kathryn Dennis trying to prove she's comfortable in the natural skin she's in shared pics from her first-ever bikini photo shoot and actually points out imperfections

* Fashion Verdict -- Zoe Saldana 6/10, Kelsea Ballerini 3/10, Jessica Madsen 7/10, Joy Bauer 2/10

Page 17: Eddie Cibrian is incredibly proud of wife LeAnn Rimes for baring the truth about her battle with psoriasis in a naked photo -- Eddie applauds how LeAnn let it all hang out for a photo shoot to show solidarity with other people with the scaly skin disease who are ashamed and want to hide it -- LeAnn has described the horrors of hiding her painful, crusty rashes, saying onstage she'd wear two pairs of pantyhose or jeans, even in 95-degree heat and underneath her shirt, her whole stomach would be covered in thick scales that would hurt and bleed, and the pandemic worsened her condition because stress is a common trigger for psoriasis, and with so much uncertainty happening, her flare-ups came right back

Page 19: 10 Things You Don't Know About Catherine O'Hara

* Sylvester Stallone may have gone his final round as boxing great Rocky Balboa as his reps reveal the actor has thrown in the towel and won't reprise his iconic role in the upcoming Creed III -- in the Creed spinoffs, retired fighter Rocky trained Adonis "Donnie" Creed, the son of his onetime rival

* Dr. Dre hit back against the abuse claims of estranged wife Nicole Young, slamming her allegations as appalling in recently filed court documents in their ugly $1 billion divorce -- in the docs, Dre charges Nicole hurled the accusations only after realizing their prenup may prevent her from getting half his money, but Nicole insists the rapper forced her to ink the agreement, a charge he also denies

Page 23: Caitlyn Jenner is refining her image ahead of her run for governor in California by reducing her massive breasts to look more conservative -- she wants to downgrade her E cups to a more respectable C cup because she's been worried for a while they are way too big within the context of her body and draw unflattering stares and running for the California governor's office is serious and she wants people to listen and look at her face, not her boobs and the truth is, the implants have been weighing her down and giving her back pain too, so this makes sense in more ways than one -- Caitlyn will be slowly abandoning other cosmetic procedures and she would like to wean herself off filters and Botox too, but that'll be a gradual process that she'll do as time goes by and the big thing here is that she wants to look more natural and relatable for voters

* Nearly half of America is ready to vote Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson into the White House -- 46 percent of voters are ready to rock and roll with the 49-year-old former WWE wrestler as their prez -- in his new sitcom Young Rock, Dwayne plays himself as a future candidate for the Oval Office, but in real life he has admitted he is seriously considering a run for the top job

Page 24: New York Gov. Andrew Cuomo, now facing two separate investigations into sexual harassment charges made by at least eight female staffers, is accused of cheating on longtime love Sandra Lee -- there's obviously a reason Sandra moved to California; she literally could not have moved farther away from Andrew; she's on the edge of the Pacific

Page 30: Grace Kelly died nearly flat broke -- the Hollywood starlet gave up millions to marry Prince Rainier of Monaco, and when she died at the age of 52, her only assets were a cottage in Ireland, owned by her grandfather, and $10,000 -- in 1956, she married into Monaco's royal family after coughing up a $2 million dowry, which is about $20 million today, and walking away from a glittering career -- according to a new documentary, her Hollywood earnings have disappeared as during her film career, Grace's total earnings could have reached $1.5 million, earnings that appear to be entirely missing from her will, but thanks to Grace, Monaco's royal family has cashed in big-time as her son Prince Albert II has an estimated net worth of $i billion and his wife Charlene Wittstock is rumored to be worth $150 million -- most people think of Grace Kelly's story as a fairy tale, going from Hollywood and suddenly being whisked off to a lot of wealth, but what is so poignant is that she had to pay to become a princess

* LeVar Burton may soon be helming a new enterprise: Jeopardy! -- nearly 200,000 people have signed an online petition supporting LeVar to replace the game show's late host Alex Trebek and LeVar supports the idea himself

Page 32: Kirstie Alley had two husbands and once claimed she was crazy about John Travolta, but for decades she secretly carried a torch for a married man: Patrick Swayze -- Kirstie described Patrick as the one that got away and truly believes they would have been together until his 2009 death at age 57 if things worked out differently and she says her love for Patrick began on the set of the 1985 miniseries North and South where she thought he was the most handsome, sexy, kind person she'd ever met, and each day on the set, she began to fall more and more in love but at the time they were married to other people: Patrick had his wife Lisa Niemi and Kirstie was married to Hardy Boys actor Parker Stevenson, her second husband -- Kirstie and Patrick shared a deep emotional affair and confessed their love, but never actually cheated on their spouses and Kirstie said they had an affair of the heart -- Patrick and Kirstie played lovers on the series and you can see the chemistry and at least once a year Kirstie watches the series and reminisces about the time she spent with him -- she says she cried for months after his death and she and his wife Lisa eventually became friends and even today, Kirstie wonders what would have happened if she and Patrick had not been married to other people

Page 36: Sally Struthers reveals she quit Save the Children charity after she was nearly murdered by a gang of bloodthirsty rebels during a trip to visit African orphans -- Sally was a roving ambassador for the charity for 35 years until a terrifying incident in Uganda where she was filming ads with a boy, who'd come from a remote village, when suddenly a roving band of guerrilla warfare guys came out of the bushes and asked the boy where he was from and he named his village, which was far away, and they decided they had kidnapped him, and they were going to shoot all of them and Sally was terrified and figured she was a goner, but a priest with her group told her to slowly walk off while never turning her back on the terrorists and as she walked, he convinced the gunmen to let them alone and at that point, Sally, who had a daughter Samantha from her six-year marriage to shrink William C. Radar thought she's been on so many little airplanes that could have crashed and in so many horrible situations and she's got a child, a real-life child of her own, and she can't do it anymore

* Usher is being accused of stiffing Las Vegas strippers by tipping them with fake money with his moniker and mug on the bills -- the flap exploded with a Twitter post slamming the singer for handing out Usherbucks in $100, $20 and $1 bills at the club Sapphire Las Vegas but club honcho George M. Wilson denies the charge, saying Usher, who stars at Caesars Palace stating in July, was a true gentleman and great guest and he and his crew converted thousands of real dollars to tip the girls dancing on the stage and left a generous tip for staff and apparently someone in his team left some Usher dollars on the floor to promote his Vegas residency and that is where it seems the confusion came in

Page 40: Val Kilmer is shooting for more than a career comeback after bouncing back from throat cancer; he is also looking for love -- Val admits he doesn't sound like he used to following a tracheotomy, but he insists he feels a lot better than he sounds but his voice is a raspy, grating sound, and he's forced to eat through a feeding tube, but he feels that shouldn't matter with the right woman -- the actor, who is slated to appear in the upcoming Top Gun: Maverick, is pumped up about working again, but it's dawned on him that he's missing one other thing, love, and the single star feels more energy now than ever before and there are things he'd like to do with a partner, like travel more -- Val regrets some of the things he did in the past and he was difficult and selfish, but his whole cancer ordeal has made him a better man and more open and giving but it's been a long, long time since he had a girlfriend, let alone even kissed a woman, but with the support and encouragement of his kids and friends, he's ready to put himself out there

* Fans are saying Christopher Meloni has one of the most remarkable rears on TV after a photo surfaced showcasing his awe-inspiring ass-ets -- a shot of the Law & Order: Organized Crime star in skintight jeans sparked a Twitter-storm where fans of his fanny let loose about his sculpted caboose

Page 44: Straight Talk -- Holly Madison is blabbing about her eight years as Hugh Hefner's No. 1 squeeze in the Playboy Mansion, and, if he were still alive, the king of skin mags would hate that he pretty much comes off as a dirty old lech

Page 45: Paula Abdul was a nervous wreck during her American Idol comeback, but she was not so jittery she couldn't brand her former co-judge Simon Cowell an STD -- special guest Randy Jackson and Simon previously teamed with Paula in the 2000s to make the talent show the biggest hit on TV, and Paula temporarily resumed her role after Luke Bryan tested positive for COVID-19, but when Randy told Paula seeing her on set seems like old times, she blurted "We're just missing the STD," and the remark caught host Ryan Seacrest off-guard as he held a computer device linking Paula and Randy, who was not physically present and Ryan exclaimed, "The what?!" and at that point Paula joked she meant it was an abbreviation for Super Talented, Debonair not sexually transmitted disease -- Paula also referred to Simon, who's only three years her senior, as a grandfather and while Paula seemed in the swing of things, joining the current Idol panel of Katy Perry and Lionel Richie, she was reportedly a bundle of nerves backstage before her comeback show and it was like she'd never done it before, and her pals couldn't believe it; they told her she had more experiencing judging than anyone out there

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Would you care for a twin? Let’s go with Twin the First, then.

WEI

Let’s just make this clear from the get-go: the Beifong twins are, for all intents and purposes, OCs. There’s simply not enough in canon to really go on.

One thing I do know, being the mother of twins, is that they are very much their own people. They have their own personalities, their own thoughts/dreams/goals. There was no way I was going to be writing the two of them as carbon copies of each other personality-wise, despite their looks. So I just ignored that Bryke did that and moved on.

I decided, from the get-go, that I was going to make one gay and one straight. Wei got the gay card thanks to the little cheek pat he gives Bolin while being held in his arms after being rescued from Kuvira’s cage. And I thought to myself, hey, what if this kid has a huge crush on his sister’s boyfriend/husband? NOW THERE’S SOME BEIFONG DRAMA!

So here we have Wei, cocky, impulsive, usually at loggerheads with his oldest brother, terrified of commitment, charming as all fuck get out, a slitherer outer, trouble with a capital T. In other words, he takes after his mother.

Wei is the Mama’s Boy of the Beifong Boys, for sure.

He’s promiscuous, yes, but I didn’t want there to be judgement on that, either by his family or by me as the writer. Wei’s always looking for the bigger, better thing and whether that’s his bending or handsome men, he’s going to go there. His entire life has been WEI, YES and as the years go on, it begins to take its toll, to the point where he washes out completely and when the bottom falls out he ends up at the Northern Air Temple, running for his biggest brother, who left him behind and ultimately hurt him the most.

His anger is a mask for all of his fear, of course. As is the partying. He’s the party boy that everybody likes, but the alcoholic that no one loves. And he’s so hurt by it that he doesn’t know what end is up. Oh, Wei! Wei who tells everyone - including himself - that he’s going to Republic City to bend but who really goes there chasing after the man he can’t have (and doesn’t really want anyhow).

He’s the secondary redemption story of IDNAtNfE, of course.

I love Wei, very much. What a fucking, darling dumbass he is.

This is 1000% his song.

Hi there!

I'm on my way I'm making it, huh! I've got to make it show yeah, hey! So much larger than life I'm gonna watch it growing Hey hey hey heyyyyyyy The place where I come from is a small town They think so small, they use small words But not me, I'm smarter than that, I worked it out I'll be stretching my mouth to let those big words come right out I've had enough, I'm getting out to the city, the big big city I'll be a big noise with all the big boys, so much stuff I will own And I will pray to a big god, as I kneel in the big church Big time, I'm on my way I'm making it, big time, oh yes Big time, I've got to make it show yeah, big time Big time, so much larger than life Big time, I'm gonna watch it growing, big time Ho ohh ohh, oh oh, ho ohh ohh, oh ohhh My parties have all the big names and I greet them with the widest smile Tell them how my life is one big adventure and always they're amazed when I show them 'round my house to my bed I had it made like a mountain range with a snow white pillow for my big fat head And my heaven will be a big heaven, and I will walk through the front door Big Time, I'm on my way I'm making it, big time, Huh! Big time, I've got to make it show yeah, big time Big time, so much larger than life Big time, I'm gonna watch it growing, big time Big time, my car is getting bigger Big time, my house is getting bigger Big time, my eyes are getting bigger and my mouth Big time, my belly's getting bigger Big time, and my bank account Big time, look at my circumstance Big time, and the bulge in my big big big big big big big big big big big big big big big

#character soundtrack #Wei

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dantesinfcrno · 4 years ago

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𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

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› 𝑰. ACE OF CUPS .

❝ divine love and compassion are pouring through you. you are a vessel for deep, spiritual love from the universe, and you can’t help but let that love flow through you and into the world. you are love & your heart overflows . ❞

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐋𝐋 –––––– the days grow darker than you’ve expected, and that harms the sweet thing you call a heart. the numerous fights, the copious amounts of tension, and the stress that pools in your stomach –– you’re certain you can’t handle it any longer. perhaps, you are too soft for this world in which anger & chaos reign. you try and shield yourself, but it’s never enough : your heart still beats so strongly, and you can’t stop giving & giving, until you’re alone with the remains of your chest. you weren’t expecting a ruthless emerald to open his arms to you, and yet–– in him, you discover at least one safe spot, tucked away from the world & all things evil. he reminds you of a book you loved as a child, and he has a nice way with words –– it makes dreaming easier, in such harsh times, and you can smile when he is around. he does not ask anything from you. you are grateful.

𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 ╱ view here.

𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 ╱ braver soldier, russian red + i like me better, lauv + boats & birds, gregory and the hawk.

𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 ╱ laughter that fills our lungs ; smiling until our cheeks ache & our bellies are warm ; yellow and orange shades peppered across your skin ; the summer bringing out your freckles. we find secret gardens & have picnics, us and the fairies. childhood is still very reminiscent in the way we lay down and embrace one another. we speak of running away, but instead just end up with more polaroids on our desks. i prefer your sweater much more than my own. cozy blankets ; soft intimacy ; rose-colored glasses.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 ╱ ❝ on empathy : what it sounds like is a bird breaking small bones against glass . ❞

› 𝑰𝑰. THE HIGH PRIESTESS .

❝ the guardian of the subconscious mind and the teacher of sacred knowledge and hidden mysteries. she ushers you through the thin veil of awareness, offering you a deep, intuitive understanding of the universe and a heightened awareness of secret or hidden information . ❞

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐋𝐋 –––––– you are a very distant cousin, maybe not even that. you grew up hearing tales of dante’s mother, and you are keenly aware of the distaste your family has for her, her husband, and her son. you’ve seen each other once or twice, but you know dante desai –– all the rumors, scandals, absurdities & controversies. he might not have given you a word, but your image of the emerald with a dazzling smile has darkened under the influence of gossip and ill-intentioned people. you are not sure why he’s in the society at all and, if you’re being candid, he doesn’t seem deserving of any of your respect –– but alas, business means business, so you try and play nice ( it fails, more often than not, as he seems to know every word uttered about himself in his absence ). he teases you, and pushes you to try harder, reach farther. it annoys you deeply, and you hold back from simply telling him to shut up. maybe you want to prove you’re so much better, maybe you want to make him aware of how much he’s missing. maybe you just want the approval of someone, anyone.

𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 ╱ view here.

𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 ╱ black sheep, gin wigmore + hit me with your best shot, adona + make me your queen, declan mckenna.

𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 ╱ misplaced competitiveness & rivalry ; wanting to prove yourself ; defiant words and poignant stares ; discovering the truth isn’t always hand-fed ; accepting the lies you were told when growing up & moving on from them ; familial resentment ; finding things in common with someone you hate ; learning you share many scars with the object of your disdain. biting remarks & vicious tongue ; clashing of titans. finding an equal match to the monster that crawls under your skin. enemies to friends.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 ╱ ❝ the monster. the dreamer, the eater. the eater monster. you the monster, i the monster. all of us the monster. the monster in us, the monster in you. the monster in all of us . ❞

› 𝑽. THE HIEROPHANT, ꓤƎꓥƎꓤSƎꓷ .

❝ you are your own teacher. all the wisdom you seek comes from within – not from some external source or power. the hierophant reversed is also about challenging the status quo. you seek out opportunities to rebel and reclaim your personal power . ❞

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐋𝐋 –––––– you’ve always had your eyes on dante, it seems –– it’s not at all too hard for it to happen, considering the bright glitter & colorful clothes, but you perhaps admire him more than your peers. individuality attracts you, and you may or may not have one silly crush on this man –– however, once you came closer, an infatuation turned into a solid bond. you seem to share similar principles, and the need for freedom & change is rooted deeply in both of your cores. you can speak for hours on end about everything at all, open-mindedness not shared with many others you’ve met. everyone might be worried once the two of you are seen together, as you’re always up for some trouble –– but, maybe, that’s just how love works in this friendship. fire burns brighter as you come together as an unit, and it almost makes you giddy.

𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 ╱ view here.

𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 ╱ void, the neighbourhood + come as you are, nirvana + sober ii (melodrama), lorde.

𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 ╱ forbidden crushes ; midnight escapades ; i know your favorite wine & you know how many drinks it takes for me to get tipsy ; we know each other at our worsts. the act of loving & supporting each other in all one sets their mind to. may be guilty of arson & invasion of properties. the lack of hesitation to defend one another. uniqueness & playfulness ; deep conversations under the moonlight ; sharing the same fears we never uttered aloud ; feeling trapped under the same pretense of freedom ; watching clouds & constellations ; staying awake until seven am to see the sun rise.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 ╱ ❝ wings are freedom only if they are open in flight. on one’s back they are a heavy weight . ❞

› 𝑽𝑰𝑰𝑰. JUSTICE .

❝ represents justice, fairness, truth and the law. you are being called to account for your actions and will be judged accordingly. as you explore your truth, you will discover that things are not as clear-cut as you had thought . ❞

𝐎𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 –––––– admitting to his past relationship with his own predecessor put a huge toll on dante’s shoulders, and you now observe him with more care, an attention you never truly bestowed upon the trickster of your circlet. his distress might tug at your heartstrings, it might make you wonder –– you might see him differently, now. your relationship might be strained. perhaps, you desire to reach out, offer the support he never asked for. perhaps, you do not know how. you are curious and worried, but the feelings of betrayal still linger on your bloodstream, whether you like it or not. should you ask for clarifications? step further into his personal space? should you step back, abstain from commenting anything? does he need your help? does he even care about what you think?

𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 ╱ view here.

𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 ╱ you don’t know me at all, son lux + stop crying your heart out, oasis + all for us, labrinth & zendaya.

𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 ╱ lingering stares across the room ; desiring to speak but now knowing how ; sending text messages but not wanting to read the replies ; sheepish smiles & shared silences ; holding back your tears, even while near loved ones ; solitary nights with clouds covering every star. i worry for you, dear one, but you make it so hard to take care of you. when it rains, we hold each other’s hands. you taste sour, i taste bittersweet, but we still love. i would do it all for you, why won’t you ask for it?

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 ╱ ❝ sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine . ❞

› 𝑿𝑽. THE DEVIL, ꓤƎꓥƎꓤSƎꓷ .

❝ calls on you to confront your inner fears to free yourself from the chains that bind you to your limiting beliefs and unhealthy attachments. it can also appear when you are going into your deepest, darkest places. you seek to understand your innermost shadows so you can either release them or integrate them into your life in a more constructive way . ❞

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐋𝐋 –––––– you struggle, and you struggle hard. you would never admit you’re going through a heavy time, perhaps not even to yourself. you move lightly, with grace, and no one questions the tightness of your smile. it’s easy, like this –– except you’re tired, and your bones ache, and you can barely sleep at night. it surprises you, however, once you find the bright emerald drinking by himself in one of the shitty bars you go whenever life gets rough. you sit by his side, you both share a sigh & a shot. he finds out one of your many secrets, and you discover some of his scars, and the pills on his pocket. you hold his hand, and he takes you home safely, kisses your forehead while bidding you good night. you share many text messages, and you meet up often. you get better at recognizing the signs of sadness on each other’s faces. life is not any happier, but now, at least–– you have an emergency contact. you can sob on his shoulders until you fall into unconsciousness. he smiles at you in the morning and brings you coffee. no more words are needed.

𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 ╱ view here.

𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 ╱ shadows, warpaint + blinding, florence and the machine + haunt, banks.

𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 ╱ blue shades ; melancholy ; van gogh’s paintings ; scars that never fade away ; the dull ache of quiet piano strings echoing throughout an empty room at the darkest hour. inebriated confessions ; hushed conversations ; many bottles of whiskey, both cheap & incredibly expensive. not knowing much about each other, and yet discovering the hidden away pieces by yourself. becoming dependent on the emotion of being understood & seen. helping each other up and forward, even when there is no strength left. exhausted & broken smiles ; thunderstorms ; lending you my jacket and never getting it back, because you need as much comfort as you can get ; dancing in the rain & laughing about it hard and loud.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 ╱ ❝ i have no more room for grief for it is everywhere now . ❞

› 𝑿𝑽𝑰𝑰. THE STAR, ꓤƎꓥƎꓤSƎꓷ .

❝ can mean that you’ve lost faith and hope. you may be desperately calling out to the universe to give you some reprieve but struggling to see how the divine is on your side. take a moment to ask yourself what the deeper life lesson is, and how this is a blessing, not a punishment. the reversed star is a test of faith . ❞

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 –––––– the opal society, more than ever, seems like bullshit to you. you are angry, upset, distraught–– you can think of many words that echo your insatisfaction, and this initiation process no longer looks like something you want to be a part of. life is a burden heavy enough without a secret society wrapped in the mayhem of horny young adults tying you to statues. you definitely didn’t expect for dante, of all people, to become a guiding light –– the one that took his own initiation as a joke, broke the rules, and is known for frequently getting in trouble? how the fuck could that guy give you answers? truth be told, he doesn’t –– nothing is ever easy with him, it seems, and no surface-level impression seems to make him justice. the both of you now speak frequently, and he helps you stabilize your thoughts –– the guy can manage to give out some decent advice, at least, and you might even trust him, now. he likes pros & cons lists, and also vaguely pointing at the light at the end of the tunnel, just enough so it will fill you with hope. it is enough, for now.

𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 ╱ view here.

𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 ╱ i need some sleep, eels + i’ll die anyway, girl in red + i found, amber run.

𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 ╱ an unexpected discovery ; knowledge where you thought least possible to find. the trade of fears & unsure confessions ; gentle parental guidance into the shoes meant for you to fit. tender reassurances over the phone ; a pat on the back ; a small gift that means “ i am proud of you ”. rediscovering the love for one’s circlet through the eyes of another. silent promises ; candles & wishes you never shared before ; feeling as if you’ve known someone from your past lives & forever carrying them in your heart.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 ╱ ❝ you are in conflict with yourself. you are holding yourself in check. you are paralyzing yourself . ❞

› 𝑿𝑰𝑿. THE SUN, ꓤƎꓥƎꓤSƎꓷ .

❝ is calling to your inner child to come out and play. see it as your permission slip to leave behind your responsibilities, even just for a moment, and play. you may have experienced setbacks that damaged your enthusiasm and optimism and perhaps led you to question whether you can achieve what you set out to do . ❞

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐋𝐋 –––––– dante is a disappointment to you. he let you down or hurt your feelings, and you can’t forgive him for that ( and you won’t even try, because he doesn’t deserve it ). there are plenty of good memories attached to his name, but it all has turned sour, and you want to watch it crash & burn. he might try and make amends, but you know he doesn’t even care for you, deep down –– he is trying for your sake, perhaps, but not because he nourishes an affection for you, and that stings. if it has to be like this, you want at least to let him know how irresponsible actions are not easily forgiven. a broken heart for another seems fair trade to you, and you no longer care for entertaining an endless discussion, as long as you’re on the winning side.

𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 ╱ view here.

𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 ╱ no one loves me & neither do i, them crooked vultures + motion sickness, phoebe bridgers + eyes, nose, lips, tablo.

𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 ╱ unanswered phone calls ; ghosting ; writing letters just to burn them. cold war & avoidance. knowing that you want what you can not have. marble statues ; an empty bed ; freezing fingers & no one to hold your hand. emptiness ; the feeling of being unworthy ; lighting a match once the power goes out & sitting alone at your couch, daydreaming. bittersweet intimacy. the fact that someone you now hate knows way too much about you. not letting go.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 ╱ ❝ he fatally wounded me; that is, he gave me the wound that only love could repair . ❞

#opalstask #opalsplots #𝑰𝑰𝑰 : WANTED .#this is .. so long #im sorry if its messy and it doesnt make sense a

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