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formulakracing · 2 days ago

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i. now or never - t.w.

pairing -> student intern!reader x toto wolff

word count -> 1.7k

warnings -> cursing, age gap relationships, power imbalance, a little bit of toxicity, toto being sexy (as always), world-building, mentions of marijuana use, mentions of alcohol use, allusions to sexual fantasies, SLOW BURN (fr this time) yadayadayada (if i missed somethin’ lemme know)

a/n -> i apologize in advance if the internship i write about is nothing like an actual internship for mercedes LMFAO also, bear with me. i know it starts slow but it will pick up!

"oh, great. you're bringing up this fucking internship again. why are you always going on and on about this stupid program?"

swallowing thickly, you drum your fingers on the table, shrugging ever so slightly, "why not? i think it would be a great opportunity for not only grad school, but for career advancement. do you know how many doors that would open for me if i—"

"you'd be gone for an entire year. that's why i don't think it's a good idea."

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inhaling sharply, you bite down on your tongue, suppressing a sharp retort.

why does it matter if i have to leave for a year? it's not like you care enough about my interests anyway.

he arches a brow, cocking his head, "why aren't you saying anything?"

"because it's not worth bickering about," fingers curling around the misty glass, you swirl it around, watching as the bubbles float to the surface, "you're right. i'd be gone for a year. it's such a competitive program. i don't even think i'm good enough to get in. they probably prioritize european students anyway. the deadline for the application is due in a week. there's no way i could get everything together in time. it's not worth all the hassle."

"good girl," he hums in approval, shoving a few fries in his mouth, "you know i support you throughout everything you do. i just don't want you to pour all of your energy into this one project just to be rejected. i know you. you'd be devastated. you wouldn't leave your apartment for weeks."

do you know me though? do you really?

the waitress slips by the table, sliding a receipt toward the middle of the table, "here's the bill, as requested. have a great night! be safe getting home!"

gnawing on the inside of your cheek, you wait until her back is turned. exhaling, you pick up the bill, "i'll get it."

"you sure?" he presses, "i'll cover the tip then."

"sounds good."

fishing your phone out of your pocket, you let it hover over the qr code. typing in your card information, you can't help but notice him fumbling with his pockets, searching for his wallet.

puckering your lips, it's your turn to tilt your head, "did you forget your wallet at home?"

"yeaaaaahhhh," his lower lips quivers, forming a pout, "would you mind? i can just venmo or cashapp you later."

"sure," clicking your tongue, you select the tip percentage on the screen, ensuring that the waitress receives a few more dollars than suggested, "okay, it's paid for. let's go."

he follows in suit as you slide out of the booth, shoving your arms in your jacket. pulling his phone out, his attention is fixated on the dim screen, fingers a flurry as he types away.

"hey, one of the boys is going through some shit. you mind if i catch an uber over to his place? i'll be home later."

"like how late?"

"i don't know," he shakes his head, gaze glued on whatever he was possibly reading, "it's matteo. his girlfriend cheated on him. it looks like he could use cheering up."

"i don't care," your eye twitches, yet you wave a hand, "as long as you don't wake me up when you get back."

"of course baby," he coos, placing a tender peck on your cheek, "get some safe, okay?"

"i will," you nod, "love you."

"love you too!" he beams, pulling you in for a quick embrace, "i'll be back before midnight."

"okay."

it's a quiet trek through the parking lot.

a breeze rolls through the cars, promising of frigid weather. tangerine rays filter through the trees, the sun making its descent toward the horizon. the sky is a blanket of a tranquil blue, with traces of lavender and magenta as dusk transitions to night.

clicking your key fob, your vehicle chirps, the engine roaring to life. opening the door, you nearly collapse into the seat, your vision blurred by tears. sniffling, you ensure your seat belt is on, shifting the gear into reverse.

as you pull out of the parking lot, you catch a glimpse of your boyfriend as he clambers into the uber. you try to wave, to muster some sort of smile, but he is not paying any sort of attention as your car soars by.

at that, the tears erupt into sobs.

by no means was your boyfriend a terrible man. he was more than adequate, actually. however, the sheer disdain in his voice over the idea of your pursuing this internship left a sour taste in your mouth.

to be honest, it was more like an awful, putrid taste, bile rising up in the back of your throat as you wallow over the interaction, knuckles turning white as you grip the steering wheel.

the internship in question?

well, it was more like a job opening.

you left that part out, just so that your family and boyfriend would be more apt to the idea. after all, they did not need to know all of the particulars.

all they needed to know is that you were prepping for the opportunity of a lifetime.

an opportunity overseas to work with the mercedes amg petronas formula one team as a member of their media crew.

the internship spanned over the course of several months, following the team throughout the season. from what you could make out from the application, you would start just shy of the season opener in melbourne, around march third. the end date was unclear, but you figured it would end around the time the season was over in december. in all, you would be away from home for nine months.

and your internship duties? all you had to do was travel to luxurious cities, meet fans, promote the team across their social media platforms, and most importantly, film the races.

and the best part? it was a paid internship. mercedes would not only pay you for working with them, but they would also cover travel costs, food, and even software upgrades. additionally, you would receive a monthly stipend for your own personal spending, just so that you could "enjoy your time with us to the fullest."

it was everything you could have dreamed of and more.

so, what was holding you back?

well, there were a few things.

one, was your boyfriend. he was not keen on the idea of you leaving the country, even if it was only for a few months. he was very adamant that if you were to take this internship, then he would end your relationship.

according to him, nine months was too much for him to do long distance. although, the two of you had temporarily engaged in a long distance relationship before he transferred back home.

two, was your family. similar to your boyfriend, they were not happy about the idea of you leaving. they felt that formula one was too flashy. too extravagant. you would not fit in with all of the wealthy moguls and influencers.

you belonged here, in your mediocre college town where no one ever left. you would fare much better spending every weekend frequenting the same bars over and over again, running into the same people, making awkward, monotone small talk. besides, what if the internship was a scam? what if it wasn't everything you hoped it would be?

and the third reason?

well, it was a bit more complicated.

you had a bit of impostor syndrome, as you felt your skills were not good enough. your editing was too choppy. your transitions were not quite neat enough to fit the speed of the cars. since you were an amateur, your work was mainly posted across your instagram and tik tok accounts. your resume was nowhere near as elegant as the other potential applications.

so, why even try? why apply to something like this?

well, ever since you were a little girl, you dreamed of working in motorsports. you weren't quite sure of what you would do at the time, but you knew that it was your calling.

every time you watched a race or posted an edit, there was a shiver that ran down your spine, goosebumps appearing all over. there was a pull at your heart, nearly tugging away at you.

it was enticing, begging you to keep watching. to keep compiling clips together. to keep creating material that was crafted by you, and only you.

it called to push your creativity to the limits. to chase that dream.

to satisfy that hunger deep in your soul.

with graduation only if a few months, you were running out of time. it was now or never. make it or break it.

it was time to push yourself. it was time to break free from the clutches of your college town. it was time to take the leap, one that you had been putting off for so fucking long.

it was time to finally put yourself first.

to choose something that would bring you nothing but pure, immense joy.

and as you pulled into your driveway, you threw open your car door. scurrying inside, you made your way to your room, pushing the door open. tossing your bag on your bed, you hunker at your desk, locating that bookmarked tab.

everything was in order. you had the letters of recommendation. the personal statement was attached. the resume was completed. the portfolio was uploaded.

all you had to do was press that final square.

submit.

your index fingers hovers above the button, nearly trembling.

squeezing your eyes shut, you apply pressure, a clicking ringing in your ears.

within seconds, a new message appears across your screen.

thank you for your interest in this internship with the mercedes amg petronas formula one media team!

after receiving your application, our team will diligently look over your application and submit it for review.

a decision will be made in approximately six to eight weeks. once we have made our decision, you should receive an email in your inbox. make sure to check your spam, as it may be sent there.

we wish you the best of luck!

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xiepheer · 1 day ago

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You know i really wanted to know how or why did the Beast's adopted little Y/N for like did they wanted to have a child of their own or something but now that i think about It what type of cookie Y/N would be as well as their power would be like If they were in crk and what do you think their voice would sound like?

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Hello everyone! Just to say that like always, I've been busy! So much homeworkkkk!

Also btwww I'm sorry that I haven't updated in so long!

I don't usually have the motivation to write!

I also have a tiktok acc where I feel more motivated in making videos instead of writing! 😭

Anyways here's my tiktok: HelixiaLoves

I make crk content!

I hope u understand that I feel more motivated in making videos rather than writing 😭🙏

Anyways ENJOY!

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Mystic Flour cookie

When she first found you, you were a small filly at the side of the road.

She thought to herself:

"Who would've abandoned their own responsibility?"

So she took you in.

She didn't want another young cookie to end up like her.

Abandoned by their own creators.

So she decided to take you in and call herself your mother.

She took care of you.

Raised you.

When she was sealed, she just knew she could count on Cloud Haetae for taking care of you.

You were 6 when you watched your beloved mother get sealed but you didn't know why.

Why did they see your own beloved mother a threat?

Sure she has the ability to turn cookies into flour but wasn't she supposed to fufil cookie's wishes?

To be worshipped because they get their wishes fulfilled?

That was what you were questioning until you grew up to find out what destruction she has caused in the Earthbread.

When you find out, you couldn't help but think about why she did that to your called home, Earthbread.

To cause destruction in the very land you and her was raised in.

When she was released, she doesn't understand why you were distancing from you.

Until she finds out why.

You, were scared she'll turn you into flour.

"Oh dear child? Why must you fear the very cookie that had raised you and given you all your needs?"

She asked.

She hadn't smiled in so long and she thought she would've when she could finally see the sprout she helped to grow.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Tell you what child?"

"That your deepest desires is to turn this world into nothing but Flour?"

"It is not my desire. It is not what I thought before."

"What do you mean..."

"Cookies have become too greedy. There must be one cookie to put them back in place. And that is my one and only mission to do."

"That's not what you said before."

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Burning Spice cookie

Burning Spice cookie never actually wanted a child.

He only did so to prove the other beasts that he can train any cookies to destroy.

Well he didn't fail and failed at the same time.

Burning Spice cookie doesn't even know how to take care of a kid so he left you to his generals.

You grew up to learn how to fight and be strong but you didn't know that you and him aren't actually biological father and daughter/son.

It's quite obvious how he's willing to destroy everything, no matter how small or big, he'd destroy.

But you, you'd fight and destroy if you were willing to.

But you couldn't stand the chance to fight a weak cookie.

It was like the state you were found in back then.

Weak and small.

And now, you are strong and powerful.

Powerful like your 'Father'.

When he got sealed, the generals has to depend on you for the kingdom.

So you took over.

The generals didn't understand why you stop destroying and was not like your 'Father'. (Plot twist, they didn't know you're not his actual father as well)

And you told them,

"Not Always we have to destroy. We could put these weaklings into great use in the kingdom."

You spoke.

The generals wasn't used to training a lot of weak ones.

Typically, they're used to training upper ranks rather than weak untrained ones.

When your father returned, he didn't expect the kingdom to be like this.

The once most feared kingdom now being crowded with weak cookies he has never seen before.

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!"

That scared everyone.

Everyone including you.

"Father, I thought that I could recruit more cookies for the Kingdom's reputation!"

"REPUTATION?! ALL I EVER ASLED YOU IS TO WATCH OVER!"

"Yes indeed but wouldn't it be great for more cookies to fight for you?"

"Fight me? AHAHAH yes I would love that."

"What no..."

"What a great choice you chose! Now show me! "

"What has destruction bring you..."

You are quite tired of your father's destruction sometimes.

But you didn't understood why he would love to destroy everything.

And that is when and elder told you the truth.

The Herald of Change, once a great and powerful hero and ruler, now corrupted for seeing the same cycle over and over again that he has to break the cycle to make a new one.

You felt sad at his origin. Seeing everything be born and wither away again and again surely would drive you crazy like him.

But you still think that destruction would not be the answer.

So when you told him that confidently, he scoffed.

"And what do you know little one? Surely there'll be a day that you too will wither away like the others."

"Destruction isn't always the answer to everything. It's the natural apart of life."

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Shadow Milk cookie

When he first found you, no.

He created you.

Created you supposedly for shits and giggles and because he doesn't know what to do that day.

But ever since you were created, you were supposed to be another mindless puppet until you started acting like your own.

A puppet that has its own mind like a regular cookie was something he would never throw away like the others.

And though he still thought about you throwing away when you get useless, something inside him amde him not to.

It made him feel the need to protect something fragile like he used to.

Back he was sage, he never actually experienced a childhood.

He was baked into the world knowing everything.

When you grew up, you had his personality.

Probably because you were made by his own hands.

You and his minions got along well.

Most of the time.

Candy Apple cookie wasn't at first.

But she grew fond with you and started acting like you're her little sister.

Black Sapphire Cookie is the older brother that would always try to help you and ditch you at the same time.

There was a time where he ditched you in the middle of the woods but still went and brought you back.

Shadow Milk cookie made you watch his shows and make you rate them.

He would also teach you and make you watch as he destroys parts of Earthbread.

He had a slight hope that you would have his powers so he could as well teach you how to be just like him.

When he got sealed, he just knew he has to depend on his minions.

You and his minions went through disguises.

In different kingdoms but in disguises. You hav decided to keep your identity a secret for now.

When he got released, he was pleased to see that you've grown up to be almost like him.

Almost.

You like jokes like him, always taking thigns not seriously until you decide to.

But there's one thing that's not in common.

He likes destruction but you don't.

Why?

Because you saw how Earthbread was.

A peaceful world if you do not disturb the peace.

But yet, a question lingers in your head.

"Why do you want to destroy Earthbread? Aren't you supposed to protect it?"

You asked him.

He looked at you, quite surprised that you even thought of the question but soon it turned into a grin.

"Well you see tiny sprout of mine, we all need drama in our lives!"

"That doesn't explain why you still have to destroy."

"My point is that life is boring without a little drama in it!"

"Destroying and controlling isn't drama"

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FINISHED GUYS! HOPEFULLY YOU LIKE THIS ONE!

i was just scrolling through my requests and I found this one intriguing!

Anyways this took me an hour and a half I hope u like this!

Also the type of cookie and the power the reader (you) has here is depending on you!

USE YOUR IMAGINATIONNNN!

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yourtoradorasextendedwarranty · 2 days ago

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This is actually something that I've not really discussed much. But I think it also falls into these same vein of when you use words like good or great or intelligent, etc, people immediately assume something in a positive context.

Like if you're talking about say Vladimir Putin. And you want to express that he is tactically brilliant. You could literally just say he is a brilliant strategist. But the problem is the moment you say that people all of a sudden assume because you used a word that is perceived as positive, that you are complimenting that person and therefore you are condoning anything bad that person has ever done.

It is honestly a very similar issue that I think falls into the same line of shallow thinking. "Oh you used a word that sounds good for this bad person...... You must like bad person". People today are significantly less intelligent than they used to be and far more shallow.

I think some people are Like That because actually examining This and its causes might threaten the shallow image of This they have in their head.

This is not limited to discussions of “deserving”.

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takenbypeter · 2 days ago

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Pastry Shop Stop

Matt Murdock x reader

Words: 609

Part 2 of suspicious activities of a blind man, it’s just a lil blurb nothing too fancy but figured I’d add a little more to the story. Maybe there will be a 3rd part who knows 👀

Here’s part 1 for those of you who haven’t read it: Part 1

After that initial interaction at the bar it didn’t take long for you to see Matt again.

Actually it only took two days before he actually was in the shop that you worked at.

It was silly but you felt a bit of excitement when you saw him standing at the end of your line, it was like that feeling you felt when a special guest that you really liked appeared on your favorite television show.

Although you tried your best to calm yourself you did feel a bit anxious as he made his way to your counter.

Pulling yourself together you said the normal greeting. “Welcome to our little shop, what can we get for you today?”

You heard him let out a single chuckle, “well I’m not too sure I can’t exactly see the menu.”

“Ah, right.” Trying to move past your own blunder you began to list out some of the delicacies. From danishes, to eclairs, you listed each item.

“That’s an overwhelming amount of options,” he said after you’d finished.

“I know.”

“What’s your favorite?”

The questions surprised you a bit, a good surprise. You hesitated giving it a good thought before ultimately coming up with an answer, “I like the cinnamon buns. They’re warm and delicious and they’re pretty filling.”

“I’ll take three cinnamon buns, one for each member of my team.”

“Alright, that’ll be twenty ninety-five, and I’ll put those in right now.”

After giving him his change and putting the order in, you turned to him again. He was now the only customer in the store.

After a moment of staring at the man while you both waited for your coworker to finish his pastries, you tried to fill the silence that no doubt only you felt was awkward, “is it bad that I’m still not completely sold on the whole blind thing?”

His lips tugged, revealing his teeth as he laughed, almost like he was glad you wanted to banter with him. “What am I going to have to do to prove it to you?”

You looked up contemplating what it would take before blurting out the first thing you could think of, “I don’t know, fight me.” And for a moment you feel you went a bit too forward as he grew quiet before he laughed again.

“You’re funny.”

“Thanks I try.”

You shared a look before your eyes widened, “Wait, does not believing you make me ableist?”

Matt tilted his head, “I think it actually does.”

“Oh no, does that make me a Karen? I don't want to be a Karen.”

“I happen to know a pretty great Karen.”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it, Matt Murdock.”

Matt’s lips never dropped from their curve. He liked the way his name sounded coming from your lips, but that didn’t stop his eyebrow from lifting.

Sensing what he was about to question you pulled out the card that you had in your pocket. “This card fell from your friend’s pocket, I did some research and found you guys online.”

Matt couldn’t help but feel a bit of pride that you were curious enough to search him up.

He opened his mouth to say something else but your attention was grabbed by the motion behind you.

“And here are your cinnamon buns. Let me know how they taste.”

“Will do.” Reaching up with one hand he takes them and smiles offering you a wave.

“Bye, Matt Murdock.” You shout behind him before the front door shuts.

Eyes fixed on him, you watch as he crosses the road.

Still there was something strange about him and you didn’t know what.

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liberty-barnes · 1 day ago

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if there was no end

Arthur Leclerc x Female!Reader

Summary: Grieving someone who is not yet death was a special kind of suffering. One that Arthur wouldn't have wished on anyone, but especially not her.

Warnings: heavy heavy angst, mentions of dementia and the future death of a family member, mentions of Hervé's death, grief-induced mental breakdown, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 2k words

Estimated Reading Time: 8 minutes

A/N: fun fact this is actually a true story that is currently happening to me but the difference is that mid mental breakdown I just thought "oh wait this would be an awesome fic" and then this was born. coping through writing iktr (i'm fine promise, therapy's great y'all), anyways hope you enjoy

in happier news, i have officially started writing part 2 to you will not always want to shatter so keep an eye out for that everyone!

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None of it would be so sweet Or so important If there was no end. (Liam Xavier, Welcome to Hell and Other Poems About Adulthood)

Arthur opened the door to their flat and immediately knew something was wrong.

Her keys were in the shell-shaped bowl by the entryway, her shoes neatly lined up on the rack, and her coat hung in its rightful place. So she was home.

But the flat was silent.

No singing along to whatever songs she had on repeat, no voices from a movie or show she’d decided to watch, not even the sound of the shower running.

Just silence.

He toed off his shoes, hung up his coat, and made his way through the apartment. The living room was silent, as were the kitchen and the terrace. The spare room, converted half into her personal library and half into Arthur’s practice room for the piano, showed no signs of life. It was worse than he thought, then. The only time you could find (Y/n) silent in their bedroom in the middle of the day was when she was sick, or…

“Mon ange?”

He knocked on the half-open door, coming in slowly. She hummed absent-mindedly, eyes fixated on a card in her hands, dried tear tracks staining her cheeks. She was sat in the middle of the bed, face so void of emotion, you’d wonder if she’d ever even had any.

“Hey, baby…”

She hummed again, but he could tell she wasn’t really present. He slowly sat down on the bed next to her, legs crossed just like hers until his right knee and arm were touching her left ones.

“What’s wrong?”

She kept looking at the card in her hand. It had a little Christmas tree on it. There were dozens of others spread out on the bed, all with various designs and motifs.

“Did you know I was the first grandchild to be born on my dad’s side?��

Her voice was scratchy, but it never wavered.

“My grandmother and her older sister lived in houses next to each other. I never made the distinction between the two. It wasn’t Grandma’s house and Aunt Grace’s house. It was Grandma and Auntie’s house. For ten years, I was the only grandchild. And Aunt Grace always treated me like I was a blessing.”

He could see her eyes were starting to get red, and he sighed internally. This was going to be a bad one. Because it just hit for her.

Six months ago, her Aunt Grace had been diagnosed with dementia. Arthur was there when she learned the news. He was prepared for screaming, and crying, and having to hold her broken pieces together with his bare arms.

But all she did was smile and say, “it’s alright, no one lives forever, this was bound to happen at some point”.

Arthur had been waiting for the fallout ever since.

“After we moved to Monaco, she’d send me cards every year. For my birthday, Christmas, Easter, International Children’s Day… I was a kid but I knew I wanted to keep them all. And I did.”

He looked at the cards spread out in front of her.

“I called Grandma today to see if I could say hi to Auntie… See how she’s doing. I guess I must have caught her during a bad day cause… It took almost half an hour of us talking for her to remember me. I get it, you know? I’m far away, she doesn’t see me very often, her health’s deteriorating… of course it’s gonna get harder and harder to remember me but… It’s only ever taken a few minutes. It never took this long.”

She fiddled with the card in her hands, eyes full of tears.

“So, I thought… Since I was missing her, I could re-read the cards she sent me over the years. I mean sure, the last one she sent me was when I was fifteen and that was seven years ago, but… Still.”

She sniffed, voice starting to crack now.

“So I read them and… I forgot how she used to sign them… Every time, without fail…”

She opened the card and at the bottom were the nine words that made Arthur draw in a sharp breath.

“Love from your Aunt Grace, who never forgets you. I forgot she used to do this. It started off as a joke cause I was a five-year-old kid who was worried my aunt would forget to wish me happy birthday cause I was moving to a new country. But she kept doing it. Kept reminding me that no matter the distance, she’d always be there for me. Love from your Aunt Grace, who never forgets you.”

Her breath hitched as the first tear started to fall.

“What kind of— fucking sick and twisted— awful, awful shit— some kind of cosmic joke?”

She hiccuped her way through half-formed sentences, trying and failing to voice out what was in her head, and he just pulled her to him. He tucked her head into his chest, arms coming around her shoulder, one hand still firmly in the back of her hair.

“It’s alright, mon coeur, just let it all out.”

He’d heard her cry before, of course. (Y/n) was an emotional person, she cried at everything: movies, songs, those cheesy Christmas commercials. He was used to seeing her cry, to comforting her through it.

Never like this, though. Never these full-body sobs, or hiccuping, half-choked-off screams. Never felt her clutch at him with the full force of her body, like she was worried he’d disappear, knuckles turning white and nails digging into his flesh. Never felt her cry for ten, twenty, thirty minutes, until her body exhausted itself and she just fell asleep.

She was limp in his arms now, breaths still coming out unevenly, tears leaking out of her eyes for minutes more, still.

Arthur didn’t know what to do. What do you say to a person going through something like that? What can you say?

“Her suffering will end soon”? “At least she lived a full life”? “She doesn’t have to remember you to love you”?

What bullshit.

He didn’t know what to say. He was pretty sure (Y/n) didn’t even know what she wanted to hear. All he could do was hold her as she slept, wipe away her tears, and make sure she knew how much he loved her.

He laid her down on the bed, covered her up so she wouldn’t be cold, and put the letters on her nightstand.

He might not know what to say, but he could at least make her some soup for when she woke up.

—

“Thur?”

It was well past sunset when she came into the kitchen, dressed in his favourite hoodie and wearing her comfortable fuzzy pants. Her face was still puffy from all the crying, and her eyes had that vacant look in them, but she was there.

“Hey, mon ange, how are you feeling?”

She shrugged, staring at the pot he was stirring.

“What are you making?”

He turned off the hob and took out two bowls.

“Chicken noodle soup. Figured we could eat this while watching a Barbie movie, something to make you feel better.”

She nodded.

“Wanna get settled on the couch and put on the movie?”

She nodded again, still a bit absent, and he took the toasted garlic bread slices out of the oven. He put everything on the tray along with some chilled water, and made his way to the living room, where Barbie of Swan Lake was just beginning.

It took her the entirety of the movie to finish her food, but Arthur was just glad she did. She didn’t like to eat when she was sad, said it made her feel weird, so this was quite the accomplishment.

Neither of them moved, even as the end credits ran. He just sat there, holding her, as she stared blankly at the screen.

“Do you want me to get you a flight home?”

She straightened up.

“What?”

“To see your aunt, spend some time with her.”

She shook her head.

“No, no… I have uni, and my job, I can’t just leave.”

He kept his eyes on her.

“No one would fault you for taking a semester off. And I have more than enough money that your job shouldn’t be a concern, not when it’s about something like this.”

She sighed, coming back down to lay in his arms. He held her tightly, running his fingers through her hair.

“There’s a part of me that wants to, you know. But she’s only getting worse. Grandma said she spends most of her time just looking outside or completely zoned out, with only a few hours where she acts more or less normally. It’s like she’s there but at the same time…not.

“As much as I want to spend all my time with her, I don’t want to remember her as a barely functioning human. I want to keep the good memories. And I know she’d never forgive me if she knew I was neglecting my studies because of her.”

She paused, but he didn’t speak, knowing more was coming.

“I feel like a horrible person, though. And selfish. Like, she’s dying and I’m pissed at her for forgetting me. And my whole family’s pitching in to keep her company but I don’t wanna see her outside of facetimes on her good hours cause I don’t want that image of her to overtake the good memories. She’s always been such a beacon of light and happiness, and now I can’t bring myself to be around her when she’s weak. I’m a horrible person.”

He shook his head and tightened his hold on her.

“No, you’re not.”

“I am, though. I’m supposed to be helping her. To call every day, regardless of her mood so I can still see her.”

He sighed.

“Baby… Look, I know you feel guilty, but you can’t sacrifice your own mental health for anyone. Not even her.”

He felt her tears start to dampen her shirt, and simply held her tighter.

“I just… I don’t know how to deal with this. I knew she’d be gone eventually but I never thought she’d go so soon, let alone like this…”

Arthur couldn’t help but think back to his father. He never wanted anyone else to have to go through what he did, mourning someone who wasn’t yet gone, let alone her.

“Have you thought about therapy? Or, well, grief counselling?”

She didn’t answer.

“I went to it about three months into Papa’s diagnosis. Kept going for a few years after. I still have Dr Claire’s number.”

There was a long pause in which he didn’t dare speak. He just stared at the pendulum wall clock (Y/n) found at a flea market when they first moved in, watching the brass circle go back and forth.

“Did it help?”

She sounded hesitant, quiet. So unlike herself.

“It did. She’s great, honestly, helped me understand a bunch of things and deal with the pain of losing my father, the drawn-out mourning of someone who wasn’t even gone yet. The weekly sessions were a big help.”

She was silent for a little while longer.

“Okay…”

—

She was staring at the pale yellow house like it would eat her alive. The whole drive there, she hadn’t stopped fidgeting.

“Hey, bébé…”

He squeezed her hand to get her attention, and she turned her frightened eyes back to him.

“I’m proud of you. It’s hard to ask for help, and I’m so so proud you did. I’ll be waiting for you right here, and we can go get ice cream right after the session, okay?”

She bit her lips nervously.

“Promise?”

“Promise. Je t’aime.”

She leaned in for a kiss and he felt her relax the longer it went on.

“I love you too.”

And as he saw her enter Dr Claire’s office, he could only hope the pain would become more manageable. But either way, he’d be there for her. No matter what.

before i sign off, i just wanted to say that if you're going through something like this, or if you're in a bad spot and you just wanna talk, my asks and dms are always open for you guys. anyway that's enough feelings out of me for today.

don't forget to comment and reblog, and keep your eye out for more stuff coming soon!

-Love, Miah <3

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winterbiite · 3 days ago

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2hollis

wrote this for a friend !!!!!!!! sorry its not that long but BE GRATEFUL I WROTE IT aauuughhh

"sorry to come by so late," hollis smiled sheepishly, sliding off his shoes as he entered your apartment "just didn't wanna forget to get it, y'know."

you nodded, remembering last night. you, hollis, and some other friends were hanging out at your place when the boy had left his sweatshirt at your place. he texted you around late 9pm, and now it was 10 and here he was, blond hair messy and tousled, baggy sweats thrown on with a fitted, almost compression, white tee.

"i washed it for you." you said as you lead him further into your apartment, the piece of clothing lay on your couch, folded neatly. it felt a bit awkward to be with him alone, in your house, especially this late.

"that's so sweet of you, thanks," hollis looked down at you, causing your face to heat up. despite his intimidating appearance and aura, hollis was a pleasant person to be around, "your place smells nice." he felt a bit embarrassed as the words slipped out his mouth, realizing that it may sound weird for him to say.

you grinned at him, eyes trailing down to his long blond hair which hung down. "d'you wanna hangout for a little bit? you might as well since you're already here." you weren't going to take no for an answer. he'd made the trip, after all, and it was your pleasure to be hospitable to him.

"sure, that'd be great, actually." he slumped down on your couch as you made your way to your kitchen, the open style of your apartment providing him a view of your back as you opened a cupboard. his eyes lingered on you, legs manspread comfortably.

you fiddled with the lid to a bottle of vodka, planning to make a vodka-fanta for the two of you. you knew he enjoyed them because he had a few the last time you saw him, and you also happened to like them. you were close to getting it open before two hands suddenly came into view, pressing into the counter next to you, essentially pinning you where you were. your head quickly turned to the left, hollis right by your shoulder.

"need help?" he spoke just above a whisper, causing your eyes to widen and heart skip a beat. so his flirty jokes the other night weren't just jokes. you hadn't answered before he got the lid off with ease.

"hollis.." what were you supposed to say in this moment? that you were just friends? because did friends cause your core to become wet despite not even being touched?

"can i touch you? i really just need to feel your skin.." he admitted, and you nodded with a hum of approval. "i need to hear you say it." hollis wanted verbal conformation, and also just to hear your sweet voice again.

"yes- you can teach me, hollis.." you paused as he slid a hand under the hem of your shirt, feeling your bare skin at your waist area "please.." you whispered as his face lowered to your neck, the scent of your bodywash faint on your skin.

he could feel himself slowly letting go of the nice boy facade around you, his needy and dirtier side showing, but he wasn't anywhere near what he wanted to do, what he'd imaged doing. his lips grazed against your sensitive flesh, hand sliding down to your clothed core, rubbing it back and forth.

his long hair tickled your arms and neck and you fiddled with the ends of a strand of it, a whine escaping your dry throat.

he had you on your back on your own bed, legs spread with nothing but your shirt and panties on. he looked down at you, hair falling down and gracing your face gently.

"you got a hair tie?"

"on my nightstand" you looked to the side, his eyes following your gaze. he got up from pinning you, grabbing it before returning to look down at you. while maintaining eye contact he slid the hair tie between his teeth, holding it there as he gathered his long blond hair. once his locks were ready, he used the hair tie to put it into a bun, getting it out of the way. the sight only made you wetter, knowing he was teasing you.

hollis slid your panties down, lowering his face to your aching sex. he looked at you once more before he gave you a few gentle licks, not wanting to be rough with you. atleast not yet.

chills were sent through you as he sped up the pace of his licking, your whines and groans gaining volume. he alternated between swirling his tongue in circles around your clit and running it up and down, occasionally stopping to target your hole.

you rolled your hips, but he pressed you down with a hand on your abdomen as he got messier with it, letting himself go. when your thighs closed, he used his hand to pry them open, tied up hair occasionally brushing against your skin.

you placed a hand on his hair, pushing his face further down into you. his tongue was long and skilled, a deadly combo. you could feel his nose rub against you which only added to the stimulation, your dirty noises becoming more frequent.

"keep going, fuckkk.." you cried out. he'd been more gentle and slow in the beginning, but now he focused on giving you as much pleasure as possible, as this was something he'd dreamed of for too long now.

"yeahh, make a mess like that," his lips grazed your pussy as he spoke, tongue returning back for a few seconds before he spoke again "you're so beautiful.. 've always wanted this."

his hand slid up your thigh, fingers circling your entrance and rubbing against you, adding stimulation as his tongue continued lapping and eating you out hungrily. it didn't take much longer for you to reach your limit, loud whines and groans filling the room as you came down from your high. the sensation of his tied up hair against your thighs only made you crave him more.

"i need to feel you inside me" you watched as he slowly got up, looking down at you with lust in his eyes. this wasn't the same respectful and chill guy you'd hung out with the night before, his true colors were out.

"'gonna fuck you 'til the sun rises"

#2hollis #2hollis smut

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OK, a little disorganised rant below but I had to get it out of my system :

I hated season 4. We had to suffer a whole year of messy plot lines, the characters pulled in too many directions and still doing fuck all because they keep having the same sentimental (and sometimes, frankly corny) conversation over and over again. And the side characters were disappointing. I saw the positive reactions to the Butcher, Noel and Oscar, and I understand. It was refreshing to have other human beings that were going to be more fleshed out than #Dead Body n°3 or # Mad Old Woman n°273849. But that didn't really happen in the end. The butcher felt like a caricature of a villain in a CW tv show, and don't get me started on his "redemption". The finale episodes were just. Bad. I was audibly sighing with annoyance during the big fight between John and Yellow which was way too cliché. The big Larson machine thing went nowhere, and I feel like the Kayne scene was just a lazy solution for getting rid of all the loose ends all at once because HG felt stuck at that point and didn't know how to end the arc.

Anyway. All of this just to say, I felt like season 5 was a good opportunity to shake things up by changing the setting, giving Jarthur completely new challenges, maybe it would let them explore that new aspect of their relationship they talked about in the first episode, idk. Instead we got a John recap episode, whatever the fuck Malam was, the useless Horig disease, the Agatha Christie medieval plot ... when Everard introduced Alia, Antoine and Vale, i remember thinking "why are we losing time on this, they'll most likely be dead and discarded soon".

What's worse is that it's getting more and more difficult to remember that John is more than a disembodied voice narrating whatever is happening. Occasionally he says "yes Arthur !" or "careful Arthur" but that's about it. OK then. I thought he wanted to stop feeling like a voice trapped in another man's body. Didn't they discuss it at length before ?

Oh and I don't care about Lillith. I've tried, but maybe it would have been easier to make her more interesting if her and Scratch were different characters? Idk. They beat Scratch once they can do it again + Arthur Just Doesn't Die so why should we care ? As far as I can see she's not a threat, just a nuisance.

And I'm not even gonna talk about the Faroe thing but that's yet another one of my main problems with this podcast lately. Basically, throughout the show I went from "aww no poor him he has a dead daughter :(" to "oh of course he's still grieving" and eventually to "OK can he maybe let her die for real actually ? Instead of waving her dead body around every time Arthur is inconvenienced so he can cry about it?"

What's maddening to me is that there is still potential. The sound design is great, I loved the eerie music in the forest episode. And I can see that HG has ideas, or pieces of ideas at least. There are characters that you want to get invested into. But I feel that the main character is getting less and less compatible with them, and so most of those ideas end up botched and lesser versions of what could have been.

#malevolent neg #masked #malevolent

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Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince:

Chapter 15

Masterlist - Previous - Next

Miss Americana

"That's a lot of stuff..." Arthur huffed, when he sat down another big box on the floor, taking in the bedroom, now lithered with big and heavy boxes, paper bags and half a dozen buckets full of paint "We'll need all of that?"

"I mean... that's the new furniture, because sorry, but the ones your brother had was... well it was practical, I'll give it that, but it didn't look that nice... and then of course some decorations... and the paint... actually, there is one bucket missing... I bought 7 buckets..." Lauren looked around, lifting paper bags and packages around "Ah, there it is!"

"7 buckets? Isn't that a little too much?" the Monegasque native looked at her.

"First off, it’s small buckets. More like containers… little tubs. And secondly, I want to create this kind of gradient effect, all the different colours blend into each other… trust me, it will look great! Together with the new furniture? And the new lamp? Oh and project flower wall! It’s going to be amazing! I have a good feeling." the girls excitement was contagious and Arthur nodded.

"Alright, alright, alright! Now, where do we start?" he asked and Lauren looked around, a plan already in the making inside her head.

"Old furniture out, someone will come and pick it up, then we’ll put everything in the middle of the room and cover it up and start prepping everything for painting… well and then let’s paint!"

"Sounds like a plan!"

"Let’s go then!"

"What did you do today?" Charles asked, using the tiny frame of himself as a mirror.

"Oh nothing, we read a lot of books, played with the insane amount of toys a certain someone bought his daughter…" Lauren winked at him and he chuckled "… and that was it actually… how was your day?"

"Sounds like you had a lot of fun… black or red?" he asked, sounding unsure and Lauren was confused for a moment, but then spotted the two ties he was holding up.

"Oh, tough question. Red is Ferrari’s colour but black is timeless and goes with everything…" she thought out loud and Charles nodded.

"Yeah, my thought exactly… so black it is?" he looked at her and Lauren smiled.

"Black it is. Looks like it’s a really fancy dinner you’re going to?"

"Just another sponsor dinner… maybe some potential new sponsors…" Charles sighed straightening his tie "Mostly boring dinners…"

"You’ll survive." Lauren chuckled.

"I guess I will… any plans for you two?"

"A ton! I don’t even know where to start!" she cocked an eyebrow and pretended to think, then she smiled "I’m going to feed Ava, then she’ll have a nice bath and that’s it."

"Sounds like a quiet night then…" he smiled back, when Lauren propped up the phone on the table so he could see Ava sitting in her lap "You’ll be good, little princess, right?"

"She’s always the sweetest girl, don’t worry…" Lauren gently stroked over the girls little tummy, making her giggle.

"Yeah, because of you…" Charles began and then looked up "Shoot… I gotta go. Good night, baby girl. I love you." he cooed at the screen, looking at his little girl "I miss you." his eyes now on Lauren, who looked down at Ava in her lap.

"Good night, daddy! I miss you too!" she gently held Ava’s arm up, waving with it.

"Good night, Lauren." his soft voice making her insides melt.

"Good night, Charles. Enjoy your evening." she smiled at him and ended the call "And now it’s time for you, little Miss Sunshine, to take a nice bath… and as soon as your asleep it’s time for me to prepare everything to torture your uncle Arthur a little more tomorrow…"

"We should’ve asked them to assemble the new furniture as well… not only picking up the old one…" Arthur mumbled, still trying to figure out the instructions for the new crib.

"Oh come on! You did good with the changing table and the shelf! We figure out the bed as well…" Lauren encouraged him and sat down next to him, Ava in her arm "Here, let’s switch…"

"Hi baby girl… enjoyed your little snack?" Arthur cooed at his niece, cuddling into his chest exhaling loudly "I know, Ava, I know… being 4 months old must be so tough!"

"It’s tough to always be this cute!" Lauren chuckled, looking up from the instructions "But not as tough as assembling this crib… I don’t get it."

"Maybe I can help?" Lorenzo said, making Arthur and Lauren turn around "Or at least I could try."

"Yes! Please!" Arthur let out a sigh of relief.

"Wow… Lauren… the walls look amazing…" Lorenzo looked around, impressed how the walls were painted before.

"I had this vision in my head and hoped it would turn out just like I imagined it…" she replied, looking around as well.

"It’s beautiful."

"Thanks…" the girl blushed a little and then handed him the instructions "Well, maybe you get it…"

Lorenzo read the instructions and Lauren checked her phone. Since she knew who Charles was and heard him and the rest of the family talk about Formula 1, she decided to follow some F1 accounts on Instagram, using the fake profile that came with her new identity. The way Charles talked about racing, with so much passion and excitement, made Lauren reconsider her opinion about 20 men driving in circles for 2 hours. And he was right. They all were. Formula 1 was more than that. The narrow tracks with the cars breezing past the walls, so close that only a sheet of paper would have space between the hard concrete of the walls and the strong carbon fibre of the cars. The qualifying sessions, where milliseconds decide who is starting from which position. She was all wrong about Formula 1.

"What’s a WAG?" Lauren asked a moment later, when she saw a reel of a girl with the caption new WAG alert.

"WAG?" Arthur chuckled and looked up from Ava "You don’t know what WAG stands for?"

Lauren shook her head and read another sentence she didn’t understand.

"No? And who’s the Heartbreak Prince?" Lauren looked at Arthur who then looked at Lorenzo, both seemingly uncomfortable "What?"

"Well… WAG is short for Wives and Girlfriends… that’s how the fans and media like to call the- well, wives and girlfriends of the drivers… or athletes in general..." Arthur explained and then looked at Lorenzo again, who nodded quietly "And the Heartbreak Prince… umm- that’s Charles."

"Charles? As in our Charles?" the moment she realised what she said, Lauren blushed "I mean, our Charles- as in umm- your brother Charles? As in my boss and Ava‘s dad Charles?" a desperate attempt to cover up her slip up.

"Yup, exactly… our Charles." Lorenzo replied only "New rumours?"

"Umm- they write did the Heartbreak Prince find his new princess of the season…" she began when both brothers sighed, rolling their eyes.

"Ignore those gossip accounts… they only want to stir up some drama… with DTS there’s already enough of that." Arthur said, tickling Ava’s tummy, making her giggle.

"What’s DTS?" Lauren knew she had read it before but she couldn’t quite place it.

"Drive to Survive. It’s a show on Netflix… they create more drama then there actually is." Lorenzo answered and then put the instructions down "I think I got it."

"Yeah? Perfect." Arthur smiled at Ava "We’re building your new crib now. You will love it! But I think before that, I need to check on your diaper…"

"I’ll do that, you two take care of the crib, I take care of Ava." Lauren, got up from the floor and held her arms out, taking the little girl from her uncle "It’s time for her nap as well, so I lay her down and then I’ll come and help."

"Alright." Lorenzo waved at Ava, who yawned, a sleepy smile on her lips "Sleep well, little one."

Lauren left Ava’s room and made it into hers next door, laying the little girl on the changing table.

"Let’s get you cleaned up and then off you go, taking a little nap, how about that?" she cooed at the baby, changing her diaper and clothes and not even 10 minutes later she fell asleep in her arms and Lauren gently put her down in her crib, sitting down on the stool next to her. She took out her phone again and scrolled through Instagram, finding the reel from earlier and this time she watched it, instead of only reading the caption. Charles, arm in arm with a beautiful blonde girl, smiling and laughing, posing for some pictures. And then another shot of them sitting at the table together, next to Carlos Sainz, Charles teammate and a girl who looked like she was his girlfriend. Lauren focused on Charles and the girl. They seemed to enjoy each other’s company. And now she knew for who Charles dressed up this chic. For the girl. The girl by his side, labelled as his new WAG. No, his new princess of the season. She didn’t know what that meant. But she didn’t like it. Something inside her began to boil while looking at the pictures. Something that surged through her veins, filling her with disdain for the blonde girl. And when Lauren saw a comment stating that they looked like a cute couple her heart clenched painfully. She knew what it was she was feeling. And she didn’t like that as well. Jealousy. She was jealous of the girl who went on a date with Charles. Her boss. Ava’s dad. The one who paid her. The one she shouldn’t feel jealous over. But she did. A lot. And she didn’t know what to do with that. She swiped through more pictures, some from today according to the caption and she hated the way her heart clenched. The way the jealousy was crawling under her skin.

"Lauren?" Lorenzos soft voice pulled her out of her thoughts and she turned around "We’re done with the crib, do you know where you want to put it?"

"Already? You’re fast! Give me a minute and I’ll come!" Lauren replied pocketing her phone and checking in on Ava one last time, switching the baby monitor on"Focus!" she mumbled to herself and followed Lorenzo.

"I don’t know where you want to put it?" Arthur said as soon as she walked in.

"I want the crib on the right wall, as soon as we’re finished with it…" Lauren replied, looking at the right, almost empty wall. Only the beautiful wood trimming filling it for now.

"Alright, so what’s next?"

"I think that’s it for today. Tomorrow someone is coming to install the new ceiling lamp and then… well then the big project starts." Lauren smiled, looking at the wall again.

"Sounds ominous…" Lorenzo chuckled.

"It does… do I have to be scared?" Arthur cocked and eyebrow but the girl just shrugged.

"That’s for me to know and you to find out…"

Lauren sat on her bed, zapping through the TV channels, when she came across the sports news, talking about the upcoming Formula 1 race in the Netherlands. A reporter walking through what looked like a little street, other news teams, team members and even drivers breezing past them. One of those drivers was Charles with the pretty blonde girl. She had to think back to her FaceTime call with Charles earlier and how she first thought the blonde, Sophia, was indeed his new girlfriend but how he was denying it. He was adamant in explaining her that the girl was only the daughter of a potential new sponsor and his team asked him to woo her a little. Make sure she has a good time. Unfortunately it was part of his job. Lauren believed him, felt how the tightness in her chest loosened up. And although she shouldn’t feel it, she felt relieved. Charles was still single. It made her calm down. She went to bed, watching another episode of Drive to Survive, because even if Arthur and Lorenzo told her not to, she thought this way she learned the most in a short amount of time about Formula 1. Maybe a more dramatic version. With lots and lots of fabricated drama, but it helped her understand more about Charles. What kind of person he was at his job, on track. And she liked it so far. The other drivers seem to respect him, he was good friends with some of them. Even the other team principals seemed to like him way more than his own in the last season. Something about Mattia Binotto, the way he spoke with Charles after the race in Silverstone, the way he didn’t see any fault in Ferrari at Charles messed up race, gave Lauren the ick. Big ick. She was glad that he was gone. Charles talked about his team principal. His name was Fred. Not Mattia. So probably Ferrari got rid of him. Good for them. She finished the episode and checked in on Ava one last time, before she climbed back in her bed, pulling the blanket over her head, ready to fall asleep and prepare for the next day. Lauren knew what she had planned would take a long time. Probably the whole day, but she knew that in the end it would be worth it. She only hoped that her little helper would feel the same way.

"The entire wall?" Arthur repeated sceptical.

"The entire wall..." Lauren smiled at him.

"That must be a thousand roses… if not more…" he looked around the room.

"More. Definitely more. Believe me.l I have this vision… it will look amazing!" she practically beamed at him.

"Youre the interior designer, not me..." he joked and Lauren shoved him a little.

"Come on, this will take ages, we have to start now to be ready until your brother comes back home!"

"Aye, aye Captain!" Arthur saluted and they began to glue every single rose to the wall.

Lauren had no idea how long it took, with breaks in between to feed Ava, change her diaper and make her take a nap. Playing with her every now and then, or just holding her while sticking the next who knows how many roses to the wall. The little girls eyes widening, seeing all the different colours and shapes of the roses. The sun already began to set when Arthur let out a triumphant scream, looking at Lauren.

"I think we’ve got it?" he said, taking a step away, taking in their hard days work "Wow…" he breathed out, his eyes big.

"Good wow or bad wow?" Lauren asked stepping next to him, Ava half asleep in her arms.

"The biggest and most amazingly wow… Lauren this looks… it looks incredible. So beautiful. Combined with the other walls? This room? I think she’ll never grow out of it. Even as a teenage girl she’ll love it!" Arthur was impressed.

"Oh stop it!" she gently nudged his shoulder but he shook his head, turning a little.

"No, seriously. Charles will be at a loss of words when he comes home and sees this…"

"Yeah… maybe…" Lauren scratched the back of her neck, looking at the last package "Can you help me with that? And then you’re officially done."

"Sure… what is it? I thought we have all the furniture now?" Arthur looked around.

"It’s a rocking chair… I’ve spent hours and hours to find one in the same or at least similar design to the rest of the furniture and thankfully I did. It arrived late last night…" she explained opening up the package.

"Let’s just hope we can assemble it…" he chuckled but Lauren shook her head.

"It’s really simple, l watched the video. We should be able to do it."

And she was right. 30 minutes later the rocking chair was assembled, matching the bed and the rest of the furniture.

"Wow… Lauren it really looks like it’s the same design… you really outdid yourself with the room." Arthur side hugged the girl, turning around with her, looking at what they had created over the past couple of days "You really deserve your day off tomorrow."

"About that… is it possible if I watch the race with you guys? I have nothing else to do and the only thing I would do tomorrow then would be finishing Ava’s nursery, putting all her stuff back in…" Lauren began.

"Yeah no. You’re right. You’re coming with us. We watch the race, I can explain everything for you and you leave this room alone. It’s not called day off for no reason…" Arthur looked at her intently and she smiled.

"Sounds like a plan to me."

"Your first Formula 1 race… you’ll love it."

Lauren woke up early, ready to finish up Ava’s room before Charles would return back home later in the evening. She wanted everything to be perfect for him after his race the day before. He looked devastated. Like the world was about to end when they filmed him taking off his helmet after retiring his car in lap 41. Lauren knew that racing was important for him, but seeing his fallen face, expressionless eyes, she knew just how important it was. How he blamed himself for the lap 1 incident with another driver, how he could’ve done better. His voice missing that excitement, that passion, his eyes that sparkle that made him him and that Lauren liked so much. She hoped seeing Ava’s room all new would cheer him up at least a little. So she started her mission. Little corrections here and there at the walls had to be made, the nursery needed new sheets and bedding. Ava’s clothes needed to be stored into the drawer and closet. All her toys and stuffed animals arranged around the room. Lauren didn’t look at the clock once, she cooed at Ava whenever she held her in her arms, or was extra quiet when the little girl slept. She washed out the remaining paint from the paintbrush, when she heard Ava waking up. Drying her hands and leaving the brush in the sink, Lauren walked into her own bedroom, where Ava was babbling, hands and legs moving around.

"Hi, little Miss Sunshine!" Lauren cooed and leaned down, Ava’s eyes immediately on her, her whole face lighting up "Did you sleep well? Yes? That’s good, because I’m almost done with your room and as soon as I’m ready, how about you and I go for a little stroll out in the sun until your dad gets back home? Yay, daddy!" Lauren smiled when Ava began to happily chortle at the sound of the word dad "You’re so clever! Already understanding words!"

The next minutes Lauren made the finishing touches in the room, put the decorations at their designated spots. Fluffed up the pillow in the rocking chair. All while holding Ava in one arm, singing softly to her.

"I think I’m done…" Lauren looked around.

Everything was the way she had imagined it. The walls. The furniture. The rug. She smiled at Ava, twirling around, happy the room was done when she stopped dead in her tracks flinching, spotting Charles standing in the door. His eyes wide open.

"Charles, you’re early!" Lauren breathed out, feeling herself blush while he took a cautious step inside "I thought you come home later tonight?"

"That was the plan, but… what is this?" Charles turned around, looked at everything "How- who? I mean when?"

He was at a loss of words, his hand smoothing over the painted walls. Touching the rocking chair with its fluffy pillows and then stopped in front of the wall covered in roses, carefully threading through them.

"Do you like it?" Lauren asked slowly when he didn’t say anything "If not we can-… umm we can change it again, make it more the way you like it?"

Charles still didn’t say anything and now Lauren was worried. Maybe it was too much. It was his daughter’s room after all. She crossed a line, went too far. He said he wanted to do it and she should’ve listened and waited. Not just take it in her own hands, not even asking for permission.

"I’m sorry, Charles. I shouldn’t have done it behind your back… I crossed a line… you wanted to do it on your own and I ruined it… I’m really, really so-…" Lauren rambled, her soft voice barely above a whisper, full of concern and that woke Charles up from his trance.

"Stop… what are you even saying…" he replied slowly, taking a step closer, his hands working on their own accords, carefully cupping her cheeks "This is beautiful… it’s perfect… it’s-… it’s everything I ever dreamed of and more…" he made her look at him, his eyes spotting how glassy hers were "How can I ever repay you for this? I can’t possibly thank you enough!"

"So you like it?" her voice so quiet, so unsure.

"No, I don’t like it. I love it. I really do Lauren. It’s perfect. I have no idea how you managed to do it and gosh! This must’ve cost you a fortune! How many people worked in here? Painter? Someone who build the furniture and took the old one with them? I need the receipts, you’re not paying for that!"

"I had help from Arthur and Lorenzo, we made it all ourselves… and after I received my first salary, which was more than generous, considering the fact that I don’t have any living costs and basically can throw out all that money? Yeah no. It’s fine. More than fine…" Lauren replied, a big smile on her face, her cheeks a gorgeous shade of pink, feeling Charles warm hands on them, his warm breath fanning over her face.

"But I have to thank you somehow… this is… Lauren, this is perfect."

"You know what you can do? If you’re up for it? Ava and I wanted to go for a little stroll outside… will you join us?" Lauren asked.

"There’s nothing I’d like more… we can take the car and drive a bit outside of town… it’s quieter…"

"And no one will recognise you…"

"And no one will recognise me…"

"Alright. Then let me change Ava and myself and then we’re ready to go." Lauren smiled up at Charles.

"Yeah… I take care of Ava…" he replied "You have a little paint on your face… just here…" he lifted his right hand from her cheek and gently stroked it along her forehead down her brow, making Lauren’s cheeks turn a shade darker.

"Thanks…" she whispered and Charles realised he was still cupping her cheeks, being way too close.

"I umm-… yeah I take Ava…" he mumbled, taking his daughter out of her nanny’s arms and taking a step back.

"Okay… umm- I go wash my face and change and then we can go." Lauren replied hastily and Charles nodded "Alright, then let’s go…" she walked past him outside the room into hers, closing the door and leaning against it, taking a deep breath.

The close proximity. His touch. The way he looked at her. Lauren’s cheeks were on fire. Her forehead and brow. Everywhere he touched was prickling. She had to calm down. It was the heat of the moment. He was just thanking her for doing Ava’s room. He was grateful. French people were more touchy than Americans. Monegasque. He was Monegasque. But weren’t they just like the French? Lauren’s mind was doing summersaults and she closed her eyes. Charles was her boss. Her boss. He paid her for being around and taking care of Ava. That was it. Another deep breath and she pushed herself off the door, slipping into a pair of jeans and a shirt. When she stepped into her bathroom she immediately spotted the paint on her face, rolling her eyes, washing it off. A faint knock on her door and she knew that Charles was ready.

"I’m coming…" she said, grabbing her purse and stuffing her phone in "Ready." she opened the door, Charles and Ava both looking at her.

"Let’s go then…" Charles smiled at her and they walked down the hall, not without him taking another look into Ava’s room "I owe you something…"

"No you don’t. I loved doing it…"

"If that’s the case… maybe we can talk about renovating the whole place… one room at the time…"

"What?" Lauren looked at him.

"Maman’s salon? Ava’s room? This is clearly your talent… and my place is boring. Nothing special. But with your help? It can be something more. Something amazing…" Charles looked at her, smiling his all dimply smile "I think you could transform this into a real home for us all."

Lauren smiled at him, her heart skipping a beat. A home for us all.

"We start from Singapore on. We drive in two separate cars to the airport. You’ll be there earlier, getting into the jet and while you’re safe inside, I’ll follow you then… that way no one sees us together at the airport…" Charles explained the plan for their upcoming trip to Singapore "You could come to Monza this weekend, but then we’d need a different disguise, because-…"

"No, no. Monza is wild. Crazy. Way too many people. Someone will spot them!" Pascale added and Lauren nodded.

"Yeah, I agree. Singapore is fine…"

"Alright, Singapore it is. Silvia changed my room into a suite with two bedrooms, I told her to not request a crib… I don’t know if we can trust the hotel employees… we take the travel cot with us. It’s a big bag I know. But I checked, it fits into my big suitcase…"

"You really thought this through, didn’t you?" Pascale looked at him impressed.

"I want this to work. So yeah, I had to think of everything… and I hope that I did."

"And what will Lauren’s role be exactly?" Pascale asked and Lauren turned to Charles.

"Officially you’ll be a media assistant for Ferrari. More in the analytics and stuff. You’ll have to wear Ferrari gear, to keep up the story. They always make sure you’ll get an office close to my drivers room and there will be everything provided you need for Ava and yourself. Also a desk and laptop just in case someone happens to stumble inside… you’ll get a personal driver, someone from the team who knows about you and Ava, and he’ll pick you up from the hotel and bring you to the back entrance of the paddock, that way you don’t have to walk through the whole paddock. He’ll get you back to the hotel in the evening as well."

"But wait… they’re locked up the whole day inside of the office?" Pascale cocked an eyebrow "That doesn’t sound pleasant…"

"It’s okay… really…" Lauren began.

"No, Maman is right. You’re not locked inside the whole day. You can walk around the Ferrari hospitality freely. You’ll be introduced to the team by Silvia anyway. That’s fine. But I guess if you want to go outside during the day, maybe it would be a good idea to have some spare clothes with you, so no one will associate you with Ferrari immediately. Just a pretty girl in the crowd…" Charles added.

"This could actually work…" Lauren replied, trying not to blush at his last comment, failing miserably.

"I sure hope it works. Having Ava with me, knowing that Maman can live her life again without changing plans all the time? I really hope it will work!"

"Don’t worry, Charles. It will work. You put so much thought in it…" Pascale smiled first at her son, then at Lauren "I have a feeling it will work out." a knowing smirk on her lips "More than a feeling. I just know it will be fine. Perfectly fine."

Chapter 15 - I have a feeling it will be more than just perfectly fine 🤭 let’s see what happens 🥰 also, sorry for the looong delay, life got in the way 🙄

Please leave a comment/ like/ reblog/ message and tell me how you liked it! I'm dying to hear your thoughts!

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Last but not least, English is not my first language and although I tried my best: please excuse any mistakes I made!

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I also made a little mood board for Ava’s nursery, I needed something visual to describe what I was writing about:

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You put a ring on a wild thing - 3/? WIP Hangster

Affectionately titled "Drunk Vegas" fic until I gave it the title above. Likely going to be around 4-5 parts (I say optimistically).

Explicit Hangster. Drinking and dubious decisions and complete disregard for actual facts.

PART ONE PART TWO

PART THREE

Hannah picks him up from the airport and he immediately wonders if he should share the fact that he’s married. Probably not. Maybe when they’ve at least spent some time getting to know each other. Huh. He could at least say he met someone. Fuck. The ring. He’s still wearing it. Scrabbling to get it off now will make it too obvious so he just curls his hand, hopes like hell she doesn’t notice. He’ll take it off and… fuck. He can’t put it with his dog tags, his mom will see it. Maybe he can just wear it on his other hand? That way he won’t lose it either. He can make it seem like it’s a momento from Vegas for some other reason, surely…?

“So. Did you enjoy Vegas? Everything you thought and dreamed it would be?”

He laughs at that, wonders if it sounds a little hysterical to her ears as it does to his. Of course, she knows what his primary reason for going was, while the rest of their family believe he was going to a bachelor party. He’s only out to Hannah. Not because he’s worried about their reaction so much, more about the lectures he didn’t want to hear about being gay and in the military. And that’s not a consideration anymore. He’s made one hell of a grand gesture, and that thought pings something in his mind, a memory that maybe that’s what he and Bradley had been doing. Had he suggested it or Bradley?

“Uh. Yeah. Vegas was great. And then some. Met a guy…”

She swivels to face him, eyes and smile wide.

“Really? Like… not a drunken hookup, but a legit… talked to him and it’s going to go somewhere guy?”

“Uh, well, I’m not going to go into the details exactly, but we’ve exchanged numbers and we’re definitely going to see where it goes…”

“What’s his name?”

“Bradley Bradshaw.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Really. I know. I thought he was joking, but no…”

“Easy to remember at least. Where’s he from? Good Southern boy?”

“Uh… I don’t know. Not Southern though,” Jake admits, grimacing. Knows that the following conversation is going to contain a lot of I don’t knows and Hannah is completely going to clock on to what was definitely a drunken hookup, however he can keep the marriage addition quiet for now. As long as he can get the ring onto the other hand without her noticing.

“Okay. What does he do?”

“Yeah… I don’t know that either.”

“Jesus Jake,” Hannah laughs, amusement bright and he shrugs, because he didn’t deny that he was drunk or that it was a hookup. And it only took her two questions to figure him out, as per usual.

“It’s fine. Just means I’ve got lots of questions I can ask him. I can show you a picture though,” he offers, wanting to offer something up that isn’t I don’t know.

“Oh! Yes…”

They’ve pulled into the underground parking of her apartment block, and he has to report in tomorrow, but tonight he has one last night with family and he’s going to enjoy it. She’s shut of the engine, has already turned toward him expectantly.

“Gimme gimme,” Hannah says, doing grabby-hands and Jake passes her his phone with Bradley’s contact photo displayed but her eyes have gone wide, Jake follows her line of sight, which are caught on his hand, or rather the ring. His wedding ring.

Fuck.

“Jake…”

“Fuck.”

“You met a guy huh?”

“Yeah…”

“No. No. You actually meant to say you married a guy, didn’t you…”

“No… just… we’re going to see where it goes. He’s… nice,” Jake admits, and he knows she didn’t even need two questions that time, because he’s an idiot, over eager to show a picture of his… new husband. That he thinks is sweet and nice. “Anyway, you want to see a picture of your new brother-in-law or not?”

“Fuck… of course I do. But seriously Jake? Married? You… are you actually married?”

“Yeah. All evidence points to yes. I have the paperwork. Bradley bought the rings…”

“Wow. Just… wow,” she mutters, and Jake doesn’t really blame her. She takes the phone and studies the picture. “Oh… he’s cute though. I mean. What’s with the moustache though?”

“It’s growing on me…”

She snorts.

“I bet it is. Enough for you to ignore it and marry the man wearing it…”

“Trust me, he makes it work.”

“I’ll take your word for it… So. You were going to tell everyone else at dinner tonight. That still the plan? Or are you going to provide a fait accompli and be like hey, I’m gay plus I’m also married, want to see a photo of your new son-in-law?”

Jake lets out a little burst of hysterical laughter.

“No… think I’ll let them get used to the idea of me being gay. See how that goes down first. If it goes okay, then I can maybe mention I have a boyfriend… That’ll be enough right?”

“Not if all you know is his name. Mom’ll want all the details…”

“Oh shit, yeah. Maybe I’ll hold off telling them until I’ve actually had a chance to actually talk to him.”

“Yeah. Good plan. Come on.”

He follows her up to her apartment, pulling the little suitcase behind him. Remembers he has washing to do, which includes some of Bradley’s things, including the god-awful shirt he’d had on. Oh god. Hannah is going to love that.

“Wait. Hannah… I have something to show you.”

He unzips the suitcase and pulls the shirt out, and it’s bright even in the brightly lit laundry room, little pink flamingos and orange hibiscus flowers on black, and it’s a bit crusty in places and he flushes, but he thinks he remembers vaguely him pointing out that they were pink. Maybe to the flamingos themselves. Wow. He must have been really drunk.

“You have his shirt? Why do you have his shirt? Was this like a swap…”

“It’s a little, uh… dirty.”

“Oh my god Jake! Gross! Ugh.”

He laughs at her disgust and throws it in the washer along with all his other clothes.

“Thanks for letting me borrow your bag…”

“I don’t know if I want it back…” she mutters.

… … …

He takes out his marriage certificate and the license and okay. He needs to get copies of everything and get them sent to Bradley, if he needs them to change things as well. He intends to lodge the papers tomorrow, because if he’s going to do this, he’s going to do it properly. He just needs Bradley’s address to send the paperwork to. He holds his phone in his hands and looks at the empty message screen, nothing there except the message Bradley has clearly sent to his own phone so he would have Jake’s number. He has to smile at the little emojis Bradley has used, knowing that Jake would see them.

>>Jake 🔥🧑‍🤝‍🧑🤠🪢💍

He wonders what he should say and stares at the screen until it goes dark and he mentally shakes himself. He’s overthinking it. He quickly types out a message and then places his phone face down on the dresser and goes to have a shower. He comes back in, towel around his waist and he turns his phone over, wonders why he’s so nervous. The guy is literally married to him.

>>Got home safe. Let me know when your phone is juiced up. Want to call you.

>>And is that how you’ve saved me in your phone?

>>You live! I’m just out at lunch with a friend. Give me an hour? Maybe two?

>>And I don’t need a name, the emojis tell enough of a story.

>>Wouldn’t say no to a picture to go with the contact though.

>>I’ll see what I can do.

>>Enjoy your lunch.

He has to get a haircut, do some last-minute shopping before he reports in tomorrow for his next deployment, and now somehow fit in a phone call so he can talk to his new husband.

#You put a ring on a wild thing #Hangster #Sereshaw #Top Gun Maverick fanfic

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queerprayers · 2 days ago

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my dad put on the hymn station in the car today (i’m pretty deconstructed but just kind of in a gray area) and it’s such a weird feeling wondering why so many of these songs made me gross sob at like ten years old?? what even was that? i’ve heard of mega churches using music as emotional manipulation, would that be a similar thing? that one ‘blessings come through raindrops’ song especially, it was actually such an ongoing phenomenon when i was too little to really process it

Hi beloved,

When I was little my friends would call my church "boring"—there were no drums, the music was often plain and mostly settings of poems that taught theological concepts or were quiet meditations. Sure, someone who was grieving or especially overcome might cry, but that was not the norm. Emotion was something we might have, and was an understandable reaction to Love, but the liturgy was about participating in faith and mystery together, not about Feeling. A song might be written by someone experiencing peace or sadness, but we sang them to stand in solidarity with that emotion, not to manipulate our own. My childhood faith (thanks to my overly educated family) was quite academic. Looking back, I am so grateful. I don't know what I would have done with a mood disorder in a church that expected me to feel or perform certain ways, or a family that answered my questions with comforting phrases instead of handing me a book.

I am so sorry you were in an environment that made you sob regularly as a child—not because crying is bad, but because it sounds like it wasn't giving you space for emotion, but rather creating and expecting certain emotions. Music absolutely has a lot to do with this, based on everything I've heard from people who grew up in evangelical/non-denominational/non-liturgical churches.

You were a kid! And (based on my assumptions) instead of a space to be introduced to faith, be cared for, ask questions about difficult concepts, and react however you authentically would react, you were played songs meant to conjure up certain emotions, and probably expected to be overcome with reactions you didn't understand. Even if you weren't in a megachurch, there can be similar stuff going on. Churches so often want kids to be entertained rather than educated, convinced to keep coming back rather than given space to find inherent meaning, to become emotionally attached rather than to understand. It's not your fault if that's what you were given. They wanted you to internalize the lyrics when you were too young to process them—then they don't have to be especially meaningful or answer too many questions. They wanted you to Feel God—but that's not stable enough for a life of taking God seriously.

To be clear, I'm not against emotion in worship, and there are more lively churches than my own that have deep theology and respect for individual experiences. In my southern experience, "Black church" was always louder and more open to individual reactions than my quiet Lutheran one—gospel music is great! Dancing is holy! Communal response is generally a positive thing. But there can be more sinister or even just careless environments. If you're an adult with a fully formed faith, it can be cathartic to have a space to loudly Feel about it all. But in my opinion, this should not be the focus/purpose of liturgy. (Concerts/sharing opportunities/support groups all have a place—preferably a separate one.) Especially for kids, without that life experience and knowledge, being thrown into overly emotional faith without any groundwork can leave them reeling and confused as adults. And you hit the nail on the head with "emotional manipulation"—conjuring up sobbing is way easier than taking religion seriously.

I don't know if you've seen the tweet that's like, "I thought I was feeling God as a kid but then I went to a One Direction concert and realized I just liked pop music." Music does that to us! I love concerts! I rarely cry in church but I sobbed seeing My Chemical Romance (and feel no shame about it). But basing a community on that elevated experience is what fandom is for, not Church.

When you feel something and are told, "That's God," what happens when you don't feel it? Are you to understand that God is absent? What happens when you feel it at a pop concert? Is that a sin? My aforementioned mood disorder makes me very careful about assigning deeper meaning to emotion. God is not the emotion—God is the Love that, depending on our life and brain, we can feel many things about. There are all different kinds of churches for all different kinds of people, but I don't believe that one primarily bent on eliciting emotion will ever touch the full mystery of our God. And in fact, it too often drives people away when they want more than Experience.

God is a god of beauty, and Christianity (and most religions) have a special place for music, so I'm not ruling out that God can be present to people in "Blessings Come Through Raindrops," but. Y'know. There's more to it all. I support hymn stations in the car—a very appropriate time for casual cry-worthy pop songs—but I hope in your deconstructed gray area you can find more than overwhelmed crying. You deserve music that makes you think—I don't mean you have to only listen to Bach, but have art in your life that you connect with in a genuine thoughtful way, as well as a fun or cathartic way.

Ultimately, you deserve art/communities that take theology seriously, that hold space for more complicated feelings. You deserve a faith (or a meaningful agnostic life) that is present regardless of whether you feel like you're seeing One Direction or not.

<3 Johanna

#just as a disclaimer since this is going to a wider audience #if a space makes you feel unsafe or distressed please take that seriously #i don't think churches should ignore the fact that people have emotions #they should challenge you but not be bad for your health #don't ignore what you feel. okay just making sure we all know that #asks

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haveihitanerve · 1 day ago

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Jingle Boys Pt 3(23:21)-

Foreign Film:

“Italian was the first one I heard!” more shouting from the audience Aj’s laugh help??? “I-italian was the first one I heard..” lmaoo

“Parasite: the italian film. I don't know *fuck it* fine yeah-” XD

Luke chucking a matching jacket at AJ as he comes on stage for some reason is so cute to me

Sam and Tom glancing across stage “who wants to do who?” and Tom pointing for Sam to go first

Aj casually repeating exactly what Luke just said and Tom translating it to mean a different sentence is wonderful

“Alejandro.” Luke’s slow smile waiting for Sam to just repeat the name(i wonder if they’ve ever just turned the name into a word to be mean… anyway)

“Brother! Brother, baby brother! You look so beautiful! Such a beautiful baby bouncing boy.” firstly- AJ did not speak for half as long as that, Secondly- thats his brother not lover, Thirdly- his tone never shifted like that. And fourthly it was glorious keep doing what ur doing tom

Also AJ and Luke just holding hands

Aj pulls out a fucking gun???? XD help-

“I- built it in shop class!” Yes tom, brilliant idea ofc that makes logical sense! Luke twitching with a laugh, Sam leaning back and chuckling

“Im a sleep guard!” Tom’s chuckle🫠

“Get down! Get down bad boy!” Tom what😭

“Im being mistranslated!” oh i wonder who’s doing that!

“Please don't shoot me!” Aj:... *naw* *shoots him* Tom: *because we need the shot sound translated* *completely monotone* bang Sam: *also monotone and translating a word that isn't said* ow

Tom is eating in his chair position idk it needed to be mentioned

“Guttural noise. Guttural noise.” sorry- are they being captions or are they translating??? Because im pretty sure it was toby.

Aj: *already smiling because he brought them into an already created plot and they wont let him live it down* parasito- Tom: *tongue in cheek defeat* its like that venom movie.

Luke and sam both laughing 🫠

“Please get out of me.” Personally Alessandro i think its the other way around-

Alrighty we’re doing another one: time for

Dating App or Hat Game if you so chose

“I need that big box of hats!” “woOh!” tom i love you

Captions I love you but “why hello thar!” aint really [australian]

“And I’m from Down UndR.” Captions i retract my previous statement you're doing great aj’s just losing it

Aj stuttering and Sam losing it because that is not an australian accent

Once again Tom’s pose is killing it

Tom’s smile peeking out from under the hat is so cute

I love this game because it actually lets them laugh at each other with no regard to if it fits the scene and its so cute to see them actually able to grin and laugh freely

Luke and tom pushing the chairs back together so they can stand comfortably next to each other off stage

Aj already losing it as Sam walks forward with his fucking bird contraption and then utterly folding when he squawks lol

Tom pushing Luke forward because he doesn't want the next hat???(oop no i went back that is the right order he’s probably nudging him forward because hes next)

Luke preparing his stance and AJ already doing his lean back victorian hand over mouth laugh is adorable

They amuse each other so much its so cute

“Where oh where am i?” Tom i realize very few people seemed to get that in the audience- however Aj did laugh at your joke behind you so I think he got it and appreciated it, just so you know. Unless he also doesn't know and was just laughing but shhh we chose to believe here

“Its a carmen sandiego bit-” Sam laughing quickly in surprise at the revelation

“Im so fucking old.” Tom baby no you’re not

AJ and Tom laughing in sync at Sam’s “aaaand i am alone..”

“See this- terrible-” *we interrupt this sentence with an explosive Luke laugh* “impression of harrison ford?” I love how easily they can laugh at themselves

AND SCENE! Thank you all for reading, this whole thing is slow going I know im so sore its taking so long but life has been busy lately but i promise you’ll get the entirety of jingle boys before the end of this year! (maybe if we’re lucky I can shoot lower and say the end of April? We’ll see :)) Thanks again! Byebye!

@thelunarbar @snek-of-eden @dawn-speckled @bewilderednobody @scattered-stardust

#sfth #shoot from the hip #jingle boys #tom mayo #luke manning #sam russell #alexander jeremy #platonic soulmates #besties #Youtube

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keiqlaur · 1 day ago

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YOU PROBABLY THINK THIS SONG IS ABOUT YOU!

!! - Patrick zwieg x reader | may be errors! |

?? - being a famous pop star, dating tennis star , patrick zweig but everything turns when he meets again with his first love of his tennis career, tashi Duncan, resulting in affairs and no trust. You break it off and end up making a song, is it about him? no way!..

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starting your popstar career was difficult at first but damn did it take off? it sure did, especially after you got into your first relationship with Patrick zweig

him being very famous, paparazzi often followed you both which was expected. You couldn’t deny, you loved the attention, you often held hands with Patrick as you both walked into the cafe you both loved. Paparazzi taking photos of you just talking and eating

everything was good, great actually until..Patrick started going out very late. You weren’t stupid and you had your suspicions, you sighed as he once again told you he was going out.

“Babe, going out again. That alright?” he asked, you weren’t even sure if your voice mattered in this. You quickly spoke. “No, it’s not alright. Can’t you stay home?” He gave you a look

“why the hell not? I’m just going out with the guys.” He chuckled, you just shook your head. He sighed before he slipped on his shoes. “Bye.” He murmured before you grumbled. “Bye.”

now, he came back the next morning. You raised an eyebrow at him. “The hell? It’s 8am.” You scoffed, he just rolled his eyes. “What about it?” He spoke. You stared at him like he had 3 heads.

“What about it? what the hell do you mean?” you scoffed, almost in amusement. He just sighed. “Don’t feel like dealing with this, baby. Quit it.”

him now taking a shower, his stupid ass didn’t take his phone? you chuckled to yourself as you picked it up and tried unlocking it. It didn’t work with anything you tried. Did he really change it? that asshole!

you used your Face ID on his phone since you remembered you had it. You quickly looked through his messages, you saw tashi with a pink heart next to it, your heart immediately dropping and you felt upset. He had your contact name as ‘my baby’ with the same pink heart he had for tashi’s.

you clicked their messages, instantly being greeted by flirting and saying things like ‘meet up here’ and etc. things you’d typically find in a man’s phone. You scoffed, he texted her the same way he texted you. What a bitch!

when he saw you sitting there, clearly looking upset. He sighed. “What’s up with you?” He spoke, you raised a brow. “What’s wrong with me?” You scoffed, he nodded. You shook your head. “You and tashi, that’s the damn problem.”

his face turned paler than before, you weren’t even sure how that was possible because he was pale. You almost straight up laughed at the shock on his face. He immediately spoke in panic.

“Baby, baby, baby!— it’s not that alright? those text mean nothing to me, Seriously!” He spoke, you immediately took those words and threw them. You laughed, “ those text mean nothing?”

he paused for a bit before sighing, he walked over and tried to take your hands before you snatched them away. He frowned “didn’t mean it like that, don’t wanna sound like a jerk.”, you wanted to laugh right in his mousy little face again.

“well, you sound like a real asshole right now to me.” you spoke, he just sighed and sat on the bed.. his head in his hands. You muttered to him, “look, we’re done. I really want you gone.” he looked hurt, he looked like you had just twisted the knife, it almost..made you feel bad, almost.

weeks passed after your breakup with Patrick , obviously everyone caught on to the fact that you both broke up , you had a lot of fans and they were disappointed. Posting things like

@userupdates - “user and Patrick zweig have officially broken up! :(“

@zweigyuser - “no way! User and Patrick broke up, they were the cutest!

he would text you sometimes which you found pathetic but he did. You were sometimes tempted to answer with rude and cold shit but you knew better. You sighed as you sat in your studio.

you had just written a song..about him but no one had to know who it was about. You worked on your new album for a whole year, maybe longer but you quickly promoted It everywhere before actually releasing it. All your fans excited, even Patrick..

He texted you one night, the text read..’ hey baby, I see you’re releasing a new album. Can’t wait to listen, I think it’s definitely gonna be amazing.’ You scoffed, you wanted to answer but you turned off your phone before you gave in.

when your album officially came out, you posted on Instagram telling everyone to listen to it. You were awake until 3 maybe? when Patrick texted you about something..

“Your song..court liar. That shit sounds familiar, is that about me?” he texted, you could hear his drunk voice saying those exact words. You scoffed and replied finally..

“No way, it’s not.”, he quickly replied “right, I’m not stupid.”

you just left him on read, you continued on. Your fans loved your new album but eventually caught on..people posting things like

@userupdates - “soo..you’re telling me court liar is about Patrick zweig?!!”

@zweigyuser - “I kinda had a feeling it was!! That’s crazy.”

even Patrick himself posted something..

@patrickzweig - “already knew.” you scoffed as you read it. As your career continued to take off, you doing tours and other things. You always saw someone in the crowd, Patrick.

and..now you were back in his bed, great! all of that for what?

#bellawrites #challengers #keiqlaur #mike faist #i need new friends #ineedmikefaist #patrick zweig #tashi duncan #art donaldson #riff lorton #josh o'connor #zendaya #reblog!

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magiccatbus · 3 days ago

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Sometimes, I really want to wear a bikini. Like top and bottom (you know, basic normal as 2 piece bikini (who am I kidding any womens swimwear would be fucking great)). And go swimming. or to the beach. or whatever. But like, I have to make a choice about that. Like:

Option 1 is just do it. Have fun. Fuck the world and its norms, oops there's a bulge. In a bikini bottom. Big woop.

Option 2 I could tuck. But like, that shits just gonna come undone and maybe you'rn't supposed to do physical activities like swimming while tucked?

Option 3 I could make a compromise and wear swim trunks or a swim skirt mabey?

Option 4 I could stay inside, safe from the deadly laser.

Now of course, Option 4 is the default. I do that everyday. Option 1 is verrry tempting, but like, is that even allowed? like that matters I don't think i would actually be comfortable doing that without getting bottom surgery first. Even if I am to be bold enough to do that, I think I'm'a wait for my boobs to get bigger first(they are still growing right? gods I hope they are). Option 2 sounds uncomfortable. Option 3 is probably the smart choice, but it's just not what I fluffing want!

it ocours to me I can just, make a poll? Like, I doubt anyone will see this read through, and answer, but why not slap this in

I wish that the poll duration could be indefinate, oh well.

I should sleep now.(or four or five hours ago but now's fiiiinne)

#trans #transgender #trans woman #transfem #mtf trans #trans girl #transgirl #trans community #lgbtq #lgbtqia #swimwear #swim suit

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winterspiderpurrs · 1 day ago

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Maybe it starts off like this @pretty-bratty........

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Peter was late. Which he tried really hard to be on time, and technically he just made it into the conference room for the presentation right as they were closing the door. So he isn't TRULY late.

He scanned the room to see if there were any open sits. People were lined up against the wall standing, which didn't give him much hope, but in the third row he spots two open seats. They were on either side of a man sitting there, maybe he was saving them for someone?

Peter quickly wiggled his way through the aisle where people were standing. He peered down the row where the man was, he leaned down and asked quietly.

"Excuse me, sorry to bother you Sir, but are you saving these seats for someone? Or could I?" waving his hand and pointing at the open seat to the mans left.

Peter thought he heard a gasp, and glanced back and see people looking a little worried. He didn't give it much mind though before looking back at the man. Who at this point had turned to look at him and Peter was frozen for a moment before offering a small hopeful smile.

His hair was up in a bun, he had a note pad resting on his thigh, where he had already taken a few notes. Odd that he was wearing leather gloves but maybe he was a germophobe? The blue eyes stared at him for a moment before nodding and offering a small smirk.

" Go ahead, I wasn't reserving them maybe the gloves throw people off"

"Well that's just silly"

Peter smiled brightly and quickly sat down, opening his shoulder bag, pulling out a small case, getting his glasses out, putting them on, before stuffing the case away in the bag pulling out his own tablet and specialized pen to take notes on said tablet.

"Thank you so much! I thought I almost missed getting in! I got caught up in the Q&A panel that Dr. Conners was giving"

Peter moved his tablet to his left thigh to balance and offered his hand out to the man.

" I'm Peter by the way. "

The man eyed the glasses that Peter had put on, they some how made his big brown eyes even bigger. He offered a smile and offered his hand over to shake.

"James. Like the glasses."

Peter blushed a little, shaking the hand.

"Thanks! It's part of a prototype I'm working on, just a shell right now normal glasses, but I'm hoping with a few more tweaks I can incorporate bio metric health screenings, fall assist, things like that."

"So cute and smart huh?"

Peter blushed more but then the presenter came out, as the panel closed. Peter stood up packing his things away into his bag.

"Thank you again James for letting me sit"

"No problem, are you heading into another seminar?"

"Oh! Actually I have a small break before I go and see the Dr. Octavius one"

"Yeah? Looks like we are on the same schedule then."

"Really? W..Would.. you like to sit together for the seminar then? Since we are both going. Don't have to of course. No pressure."

"Let's do one better, how about I take you to lunch, then we can go together that way we can make sure we can sit together."

"Yes! I mean sure that sounds great. Thank you."

They spent the rest of the seminars together, getting lunch, and then dinner and then late night drinks.Then they hit the casino together on the last night as Peter has never been there. And Peter knows cards, he does his best NOT to count them but he is good at math. The more he seems to win the more free drinks they get offered. And then on the way back to their room, cause James insisted on always walking Peter back to his room, they walk by a little chapel that was connected to the casino.

"You know.. I never thought I would get married."

"Yeah Doll? Pretty thing like you? Anyone would want to put a ring on that finger"

"That's funny. Tell that to my ex. He was an ass."

"Fuck'em. If they can't see what your clearly worth. I'll marry you in a heart beat. Fuckin' Perfect Pretty Peter."

Peter is giggling holding on to James arm.

"Yeah? I think your pretty perfect too Jamie."

The next day Peter wakes up, finding a metal arm slung around his waist, shiny ring on his left hand ring finger that matches the one the metal hand was wearing and dog tags around his neck.

Tony felt his phone vibrate, while he listens to the guys around the table chat, he pulls his phone out to see who is calling.

' Prodigal Son ' displays and he fights a smile that starts to forms. He raises his other hand up, and makes a shooing motion to the room.

"Alright, everyone out. Take 10 then be back"

The men around the table all scrambling to get out of their seats and leave the room. Happy does one last sweep of the room, making sure that only Tony and Steve are left in the room. He nods his head at Tony, and closes the door. Only Steve, his relatively new body guard stays with him, though he does move to stand across the room, covering the door. To give Tony a sense of privacy but also to be on stand by.

Holding up the phone to his ear.

"Mio caro bambino….Haven't heard from you, giving your old man the silent treatment?" Tony chuckles a little.

"Hi! No um No avoiding. Just uh"

"Uh-huh and that little stunt of turning off your tracker? You know I do that to protect you right?"

"I know! I know just….I think I messed up Dad. Your gonna be mad."

Tony stops tapping his pen against the table and sits up. His eyes sweeping the room, landing on Steve and then he looks off to the side.

" I'll fix it. Just tell me what happened. Do you need your Auntie to help…clean a mess for you?"

Tony adjust the phone, moving to put the blue tooth on, so he can be the only one who hears Peter but he could speak into the phone. He pulls the laptop on the table closer and starts typing away. Having Friday run the program to start tracking Peter's last where about, hacking into video feeds.

"No that that kind of mess up…though that may be easier… I just… I don't want you to be mad"

"That's for me to decide not you kiddo. But your making me worried. Whats worse then having to hide a body?"

Steve glances Tony's way before looking toward the door, feeling his own phone start to go off in his pocket. But he knows while he is in this office, he can't take personal calls.

"I um… You know how I went to that conference, for BioMedical Engineering?"

"Yeah the one out in Las..Vegas…. No."

"It happened so fast! We sat through several panels together, he is so funny, but then he asked me to dinner. And then well…. I woke up married?"

Tony could hear Steve's phone continuously going off, he rolls his out and point at him and then the door. A silent out given. Steve nods and exits the room, pulling his phone out to take the call.

"For Fuck Sake Peter, this? This I expected of Harley. Not you. Jesus. What do you think your mother will have to say about this? Your dead, and I'm dead. I KNEW I should have sent someone with you. Does he even know the family who he married into? What if this is all a ploy to get to the family? What if he is using you? Did you even THINK? Of course not cause why would you."

By now Tony had stood up, pacing the room, pausing to glance at the laptop to see that status of how far Friday has gotten in tracking Peter down.

" I know! It was stupid but we just have this… this connection. I had Auntie Tasha look him up and she hasn't responded back… and he isn't dead so…"

Tony stopped in his tracks, Natasha hasn't said anything, so she must still be looking the information up but if Peter thinks if she HAD found something, would be out by now.

"How long ago did you send the info your Aunt Natasha?"

"Um…5 days ago?"

"FIVE DAYS AGO? And I am just now hearing about this!?" Tony slams his free hand down on the table.

"Peter!"

"I know! I just… When we woke up we talked and…we decided to go on a few dates to… to see cause of the connection. And we…kinda went on a honeymoon"

"When did this happen?"

"Uh…2 weeks ago?"

"Jesus Christ. "

~:~:~:~:~:Out in the hall:~:~:~:~:~:~

Steve presses the phone against his ear.

"This better be good Buck, my Boss isn't in a mood, your lucky I got to take the call"

" Hey Stevie. Do you know why the Black Fucking Widow has been trying to break into my vacation home?"

Steve pulls the phone away from his head to look down at it, to confirm yes it was Bucky's phone number that called him. He looks at the door behind him, dread filling him.

"Please tell me, you were not in Vegas recently."

"You know I was, remember? I told you wanted to see about upgrades for my arm. But…. Why did you ask that"

"Did you have a LITTLE bit to much fun while you were there? Any LIFE CHANGING things happen?"

"…So.. my husband isn't just a cute nerd with a little bit of money"

"Nope!"

#writing prompt #peter parker x bucky barnes #winterspider #mob au

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