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Luke performing @ Boston Calling Music Festival - 24 May 2024
#Actually on 2nd thought not sure why i made all those other posts when clearly this is the only photo of this man in the history of photos#5sos#5 seconds of summer#luke hemmings#luke#boston calling 2024#nostalgia tour#kh4f post#the cocktail of emotions that arose within me when i saw this photo#unimaginable#i have never felt more sane and normal#for normal reasons#i just#i#I don't#I don't know#i.#do you ever just#and then#and then you're like#you know?#good talk#ok cool#๐ซฆ
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every day i mourn that we never got elle greenaway and emily prentiss on the screen together
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The Papa You Belong To
Papa Emeritus III (Terzo) x Assistant Reader (mostly GN but with feminine Italian pet names)
Warnings: a little cussing, a little spiciness at the end, but I think that's it ๐ฅฐ
Word Count: 2.0k
This was inspired by the monthly challenge prompt we have going in the discord, and since I have Terzo brainrot lately, here ya go, ghesties!!!! The prompt:
"It definitely wasn't love at first sight, but you were starting to see them in a new light..."
(Sorry I don't remember where I got the photo EEEEE!!!! Please feel free to credit the original poster if you know where it comes from!)
"That ๐ด๐ต๐ถ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ!!!" you shout, shoving your face in your hands in frustration.
"Hey! How could you talk about Papa like that?!" your friend scolds you.
"Because it's what he is, damnit! He's infuriating! Selfish, conceited, cocky! You try being around him all day and see how you feel at the end of it," you huff.
"You're being ridiculous. You should be grateful to have such a position! Being Papa's assistant? Do you know how many people at this Abbey would kill to be in your shoes?"
"Just because it's a good position doesn't mean I can't be frustrated over it," you remind your friend. And you really can't believe the way they're acting over this right now. Why can't they just take your side on this? It's not like they'll get brownie points for standing up for that idiot; he's not even here right now! Plus, don't they realize there's a reason the last assistant left?!
๐๐ฐ ๐ด๐ต๐ถ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฅ.... ๐๐ฉ๐บ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฅ ๐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ข๐ด๐ต ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ซ๐ฐ๐ฃ? ๐๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐'๐ฎ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ค๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ถ๐ฏ๐จ๐ณ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ง๐ถ๐ญ?
You sit at your desk, still stewing over what had turned into an argument between you and your best friend the night before.
โข โข โข
"I'm out for lunch," Terzo calls out, walking past you but stopping before closing the door behind him. He pops his head back in and asks, "Shall I bring something back for you, cara?"
"No, I'm okay. Thank you," you respond, voice sounding about as small as you feel.
The moment the door clicks closed, your resolve breaks, sobbing out all your feelings from the night before. The frustration over this job, over ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ, and now feeling like no one is on your side.
๐๐ข๐บ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ต๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฎ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ข๐ต๐ฐ๐ณ'๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง๐ง๐ช๐ค๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐จ๐ช๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฆ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ง๐ถ-
Hearing the door handle jiggle, you sit up, sniffling and attempting to wipe the tears from your cheeks... but to no avail.
"Mi scusi, I forgot my-" Terzo pauses upon seeing your red and puffy face. Quietly whispering your name, he asks, "Why do you cry, tesoro? Are you hurt?" He comes right over, taking your hand and kneeling next to you.
"Just my feelings," you scoff, rolling your eyes. "Don't worry about me, Papa, it's nothing," you try to dismiss his concern.
"Nonsense, Sorella, you can tell me anything. I can't have my assistant in a bad mood, sรฌ? Nothing will get done; it will be a total mess," he offers you a small smile.
You give in, chuckling a bit at his flattery. "It- it's just my friend, Papa. I went to them about something that was bothering me, and they didn't take my side. They played the devil's advocate, if you will, and they told me I was being ungrateful... It just bothered me. We've never butted heads like that before."
"Hmm, I see," he says softly, squeezing your hand. "I face this with i miei fratelli all the time..."
๐๐ง ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ.
"They always think their problems are bigger than mine, so they act the way your friend has. Perhaps your friend has something hidden beneath the surface they haven't revealed, hm, bella mia?"
You couldn't believe your ears. Terzo and your friend take each other's side really well for only having met in the confessional. Squeezing your eyes shut, you fight back more tears, feeling defeated.
"Oh, no, no, no, I've said the wrong thing... Please don't cry, dolce ragazza. What can Papa do to help?" He scrambles to get you a tissue, moving to sit on the edge of your desk in the process.
"It's okay, Papa," you take the tissue from him, wiping your cheeks, "Maybe I'm being unreasonable..."
"Not at all, my child. Let us try again, okie dokie?" He gently lifts your chin with his fingers, "Tell me what is bothering you, what you went to your friend about."
You avert your eyes, pursing your lips, "I'm not sure you want to hear about that..."
"I'm sure I've heard much worse," he chucks.
You toss the idea around in your mind... Perhaps you could just talk to him directly about his behavior. He's a grown man and maybe it would do him some good to hear your criticism. Or worst case scenario, you'll get fired, which is fine because you were already going to quit.
Drawing in a deep breath, you look up at him as calmly as possible, "It was, well... It was about you."
A rare occurrence, Terzo falls silent, his eyebrows quirking up awkwardly as if that was the last thing he expected you to say.
"I know it's my job to be your assistant, and I know that you're Papa, the most important person in our church... But you act so arrogant; you can be condescending sometimes. It's very hard for me to support someone who isn't being a great leader to others," you pause, searching his eyes, when you decide to continue, whether to save face or because you need to say it, you aren't sure, "I've seen how kind you can be, in the way you check on me or ask me if I want anything for lunch, but that should be extended to everyone in your flock, Papa, not just those close to you."
There's a long pause while Terzo mulls over your words. It's difficult not to fill the silence with more explanations, but you remain quiet, having taken his gloved hand at some point and gently rubbing his knuckles.
"You are right to be upset, cara mia... I have been an insufferable asshole since becoming Papa. You deserve better from me, as well as the congregation. You've seen right through my act, making myself out to be harsh like il mio fratello... or at least in an attempt to follow in his footsteps," the last part comes out quietly as he hangs his head, clearly feeling shame over the way he's acted. "Ovviamente, I have a very valuable asset in you, tesoro; not many people can find it within themselves to be so forthright with their Papa."
You stand up in front of him, tears threatening you again over seeing him so vulnerable. Mere inches from his face, you assert in a hushed tone, "You don't have to be like your brother to be a good Papa." Surprising even yourself, you lean forward, tucking your arms under his in a hug.
Gently, he wraps his arms around you, pressing your bodies firmly against one another. When his soft lips leave a quick peck on your cheek, your whole face flushes, and you feel an urgent need to change the subject. "I'm really sorry I made you late to your lunch, Papa," you offer, straightening up and smoothing down your blouse.
He laughs, having forgotten about it entirely, "Is okay, amore, we order takeout, sรฌ?" Heading over to his desk in the next room, he picks up the desk phone, hooking it on his shoulder.
"You mean I'm not fired?" you ask, leaning against the doorframe to his office.
"Of course not, cara mia," he mutters with a smirk before firing off several entrees to the person on the other end of the line.
โข โข โข
In the following weeks, Terzo became insufferable for an entirely new set of reasons, such as the way a stray lock of hair falls on his forehead when he's working, the tone of his arms when he rolls up the sleeves on his expensive button down shirt, the dusting of chest hair when he leaves the top few buttons undone...
He'd had a complete attitude shift, and it had really lifted everyone's morale around the Abbey. Work was getting done earlier in the day, which meant more free time for all the Siblings; everything was sparkling clean and people were kinder to one another. It was as if springtime had come to the ministry, even without a shifting of seasons.
"You know, cara, I never properly said grazie for setting me on the straight and narrow," Terzo says, not looking up from the work on his desk.
Today, you're on the leather loveseat by the window in his office, sorting through things that need to pass over his desk. Perking up at the sound of his voice, you smile at him as he tosses a glance at you over his shoulder, that natural scowl making his eyes really pop.
Reaching into a desk drawer and shuffling around some papers, he pulls out a small velvet bag, before shutting the drawer and pushing the chair from under his desk. Slowly, he stands, waltzing over to sit next to you.
He looks so handsome like this with his shirt untucked, hair lazily swept back, a softer demeanor than he carried before; this more at-ease look suits him well.
"Amore?" he gets your attention, the nickname bringing a bit of a blush to your cheeks. Smiling softly, he offers you the purple drawstring bag.
"Papa... I can't take this. I was just angry and being a bitch..." you mumble. Although Terzo had done a complete 180 these last few weeks, you still felt bad for what you'd said to him, the way you had complained about him.
"Little bird, it was not easy for you to say what you said to me. It was not easy for me to hear it. But you were right, and you've made me a better Papa for my congregation." He pauses, fiddling with the small pouch, "And I hope... I hope to be seen as a better man in your eyes. So take this, please."
Upon his second try, you take the velvet pouch, face softening at his words. Pulling the drawstring open, you're met with a medium sized leather jewelry box, and inside a necklace he had made just for you. The charm was made to match the embroidered Grucifix that adorns the suit coat he wears on stage, with a beautiful little faceted amethyst in the center. "Terzo..." you breath out.
The use of his name makes a smile tug at his lips, and he leans forward to cup your cheek with one hand as the other tucks some hair behind your ear, "So everyone will know which Papa you belong to."
You look up meeting his eyes, "Thank you, Papa," you whisper. In another beat, you've placed the necklace in his hands, turning your back to him and scooping your hair up so he can clasp the necklace on you.
"There," he mumbles, kicking his foot up onto the couch and sliding you back between his legs.
The feeling of his chest against your back and his hands on your waist has your heart speeding up; you'd never been close to him like this before. When you feel his warm breath next to your ear, whispering words of how beautiful you look in the necklace, your head is spinning.
Carefully, as if you'd scare him away, you place your hands on his thighs that encircle you, squeezing lightly.
Wrapping his arms fully around you, he places a delicate kiss to your neck, just below your ear. When you let out a sigh, that's his sign to continue.
Your eyes flutter closed as his lips explore your sensitive skin, until you can't take it anymore. Suddenly, you turn your head, catching his lips against yours.
His hands roam your body, heat quickly rising between the two of you. As his fingers lace with yours atop his thigh, he slides your hand back, creeping slowly up his thigh to land on the stiff bulge in his trousers. "Look what you do to me, amore," he nips at your ear, earning a wanton moan from you.
"Papa..." your voice quivers, "Show me who I belong to."
#ope-#whoops i dropped this#two fics in one week??#unimaginable#i miss y'all and wish i could post more#the band ghost#ghost band#papa emeritus iii#papa iii#terzo#papa 3#papa emeritus 3#papa terzo#ghost bc#ghost fanfiction#fanfic#imagine#oneshot#x reader#reader insert#self insert
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I don't know if this is accepted here, but usually on his birthdays, the artist collects his work so that as many people as possible can distribute it, but I'm not really here for that. Collecting my works, I was so surprised when I realized that I managed to do so much in my year. Time is so strange. Looking at the drawings, one gets the feeling that each work is more than two years old. So much has happened. With many drawings there is some kind of association, some kind of event, as if it were a very long time ago. But only one year has passed. We can achieve a lot, friends. I am sure about that.
#It's so funny#it really inspired me#It's just a realization of how much we can actually do in some miserable year#Unimaginable#Well happy birthday to me and the rest of you have a nice day#Here we have a collection of:#dont starve#dontstarve#dontstarvenewhome#dont starve together#don't starve#lisa the wise#lisa the aloofness#slayers try#slayers#oc art#lupinthethird#lupin the 3rd
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aabon35
#logo black point game juego#logo#black#point#game#http://aabon35.blogspot.com โซ๏ธ#http://arubio28814.blogspot.com#marbles#original#world#unimaginable#extraordinary#big#creative#yeah#art#gpt#x#tiktoklive#ai#bard#tiktokvideo#news#ia#NFT#tiktok#juego
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#oh my god whatโs this#kai posting a finished piece??#that isnโt a sketch page??#unimaginable#the quality isnโt that great but I donโt know how to fix it TvT#anyways pirate dazai!!#enjoy him looking soft and mildly happy while you can#this au is supposed to be dark#take a guess at who heโs looking at with the lovesick eyesTM#bsd#bungou stray dogs#bsd dazai#dazai osamu#dazai#pirate au
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That hurt her feelings more than she could have imagined.
Lisa Taddeo, from Ghost Lover
#hurt feelings#hurtful#unimaginable#the worst feeling#unexpected#nasty surprise#hurt#sensitive#quotes#lit#words#excerpts#quote#literature#relatable#lisa taddeo#ghost lover
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yes i self indulgently would love a mighty nein animated season. yes i know if I ever had to see molly's death animated complete with flashbacks of his time at the circus I would sob uncontrollably--
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Unimaginable
Everyday with you
I really missed you
Because I knew one a day
Iโd truly miss you
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The Oscars ending early for once? Now I genuinely donโt know what to with myself who am I if not an exhausted husk dragging herself to work tomorrow
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sometimes i think about posting my worst, most unpopular hockey opinions and then turning my phone off
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thinking abt other future series i want to work on while my current series isnโt close to being finished feels like im some kind of cheating bastard
#โช yen talks#imagine it:#going to sleep with my s/o (tmhtl) next to me while im thinking of someone else (my other ideas)#im so sorry. im being unfaithful ๐งโโ๏ธ๐งโโ๏ธ#LMAOOO ACTUALLY#im literally working on the next chapter while thinking abt all the Other things i want to write after tmhtl#im going to confess: im my own hater#i was looking through previous tmhtl chapters and the most#awful#unimaginable#grimace was on my face#if time was rewindable i would def go back and redo tmhtl#thus the reason why i canโt WAIT (on the edge of my seat) to finish tmhtl#okay confession time over
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โKeep some room in your heart for the unimaginable.โ
๐ผ Mary Oliver
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Any time people read and comment on the long fic I do catch on fire just fyi
#unimaginable#you read all that?#sorry there's going to be more#I'm going in the horrors chamber this weekend#going to pull out some toxic stuff
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i have therapy every other week, but on the off weeks i have gayotic. so really i have therapy every week
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do u ever remember that most people have only ever used one set of pronouns. like the vast majority. like they've never even tried anything else
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