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wonderlandleighleigh · 2 years

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can we have more lenny and midge with shy please😗😗😗

He's nervous.

Which is insane, because he's never nervous. He gets on stage in front of millions of people, and it doesn't make him nervous, but apparently, showing up at Midge Maisel's home for Rosh Hashana dinner makes him fucking nervous.

But here he is, holding a jar of honey ("we always run out!"), knocking on the door, waiting for it to open.

And when it does, there's chaos.

Well, there's Midge, standing there, beaming at him, while two kids run by and there's loud talking from within.

"You made it!" she cries, leaning in to kiss his cheek, taking his arm and leading him in. "Come on in!"

It really is chaos. There are a lot of people. Five kids of varying very young ages, and around ten adults, all chattering and arguing around the living room, dining room and kitchen.

"Oh, lord," Shy mutters. "What the hell have I gotten myself into?"

"A room full of Jews," Midge smiles. "But you're in luck, because Rosh Hashana is like Judaism for beginners. No fasting, no waiting to eat, lots of good food."

"Hey! Shy Baldwin is here!"

That's the ex-husband, who embarrassed the hell out of himself the last time Shy saw him, and his outburst causes the room to go silent.

Midge grins. "Everyone, I told you I invited Shy for New Years."

"Yes, but we didn't think you were telling the truth," Shirley says, shocked.

"Ma!" Joel cries.

"Welcome to the madhouse," Mei waves. "They're all extremely white, extremely Jewish, and very loud."

"I got that impression," Shy chuckles.

Fairly soon, all of the chatter starts up again, and Shy finds himself sitting with Lenny in the kitchen while Midge wraps up cooking.

"God it smells good in here," Shy comments.

"I've married myself a domestic goddess," Lenny jokes. "Brisket in the oven, fresh, homemade challah on the table, and some of the best dick jokes in the business." He snaps at that last comment, an it makes both Shy and Midge laugh.

"So, which relative is gonna be creepily racist tonight, Midge?" Shy teases. "My money is on the old blonde."

"She's a frontrunner for sure," Midge laughs. "But, her daughter-in-law is the Chinese girl who warned you about all of us white folks, so she might be able to reel it in."

Shy looks impressed. "A surprise."

"Astrid's got a big mouth and no filter," Lenny comments.

"Leave Astrid alone, she's anxious enough," Midge scolds. "My sister-in-law. She converted to try and fit in better with the family."

"Did it work?"

"Nope. Still an anxiety-ridden blabbermouth who now just sings really loudly during services," Midge tells him.

"Moishe?" Lenny supplies.

"Oh, yeah, maybe," Midge nods. "Could be Moishe. Or! Maybe it'll be no one and everyone will behave like human beings and not shit all over our guest who very kindly brought us more honey."

"See? She really is funny," Lenny chuckles.

"Who wants to taste test the soup?"

Both men scramble to their feet to get in line and she hands each of them a spoon for tasting, Lenny going back in for another spoonful.

"Lenny!"

"It's good, it's a compliment!"

"More peppercorn," Shy tells her, reaching out for the jar of pink peppercorns, and Midge grins as she steps back to let him doctor the soup.

"You never let me doctor the soup," Lenny complains.

"Lenny," she says seriously. "Sweetest man alive. Love of my life. You cannot cook."

"And Shy can?"

"He used to help his mother in the kitchen."

"Well, my mother didn't cook," Lenny defends. "She stripped, but she did not cook."

"I know, which is why you are my favorite taste-tester and not allowed to adjust the seasoning."

Shy hands her a spoon. "Try now."

She does and her eyes widen. "Mmm. It pops!"

Shy laughs. "It certainly does."

Lenny tries next and nods. "Okay, yeah. That's better."

"I'm making a note," Midge says hurriedly, rushing around to grab for her recipe book. "Extra peppercorn."

Shy chuckles and tries a little more, nodding in satisfaction.

#fic #au #Midge/Lenny #Midge x Lenny #tmmm #Shy Baldwin

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mouldy-oranges · 7 months

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the entire summer of 2021 is totally lost to me. i was inside for all of it in my locked depression room and the only thing i would eat is these prepackaged little fruit salad things in a plastic box and ramen, and i would scroll all fucking day and bodycheck. i had no friends, and the only hobby i kept up was some intermittent drawing. i swear i became my disorder; the only parts of me left was my depression and bdd. i would bin my dinners and sometimes the fruit salads, but i could only do it at night when my parents weren't awake, so my room would often smell of the sickly sweet smell of rotting fruit.

the only memories i can recollect were the following:

my dad on the other side of my locked door, asking what was wrong. he sounded teary.

explaining veganism to a young girl (family friend) on an occasion i was taken out to this beach town to see the arcade and the rides, and i had to eat this veggie burger. i was discreetly converting the burger into crumbs and sneaking them into the bin.

had nothing but broccoli on my birthday

eating 500cals of biscoff biscuits while reading truly uniquely strange and unintentionally borderline abusive fanfiction at my grannys one day on a week long birthday visit (mine). i would only eat yellow watermelon, broccoli, biscoff biscuits, and monster energy zero on that trip.

my granny hugged me and she says, "take care of yourself" and i felt my stomach fat pressing against her stomach

going to the playground (coerced) with a girl i knew from school and going to pharmacy after to buy my 1st laxatives as i hadnt shit in two weeks 💀

august was the worst month bc i dont think i binged at all that month and i had horrid brainfog.

coerced into going to family friends barbecue and the father says "youve lost a lot of weight since i last saw you" and then i fucking binged on like a coconut vegan curry the mother made specially for me... fat fuck

i was fucking obsessed with food recipe videos (i did not cook a single recipe) i would stare at them rapt and fantasise about the flavour. it fucking worked too it really helped restrict

i remember watching spirited away and binging on some sweets. it was the start of my pseudo-recovery

#mouldy oranges

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ms-demeanor · 4 years

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any suggestions for someone who believes riots are necessary for change and is /still/ saddened to see local organizations and their buildings getting destroyed? obviously they are nowhere near as important as Black lives, but it's hard to accept collateral damage.

Follow someone else?

I’m sorry. That’s mean.

Let me tell you a story.

One day in the 80s my parents were driving around looking for someplace to get dinner. None of their usual haunts sounded good so they just kept driving until they were 20 miles from home and found “Chicken Joint,” which was a weird little barbecue chicken restaurant. They went in and gave it a try and were floored by how amazing the food was.

Chicken Joint became a regular date night dinner place for them. They started going once or twice a month. They started taking friends way out to Chicken Joint, they started taking me and my sister.

Finally, when my parents bought a house they settled on a place that happened to be only a couple miles away from Chicken Joint. When they closed escrow they went to Chicken Joint to celebrate.

We ate at Chicken Joint for years. It was a small business owned by an immigrant family and it always had this quirky decor and great food. I grew up on Chicken Joint chicken. I introduced my fiancee to Chicken Joint and it became a date night place for us too.

In 2018 their landlords told them they would no longer rent to Chicken Joint. They offered to pay more rent, they offered to buy the lot. There were community fundraisers, Facebook pages created to Save Chicken Joint, and eventually a sad parade of block-long lines of regulars going every day to get some chicken one last time before Chicken Joint shut down for good.

The week before they closed I went to Chicken Joint and picked up a few plates on my birthday to take to my parents’ house. Chicken Joint is the last meal I sat down and ate with my mom before she died.

But the funny thing is that when the owner retired because he was Done With This Bullshit he passed on his recipes to the staff who had worked there for years and three blocks away a new place opened up called Jointed Chicken.

They’re in a new, smaller spot. They aren’t open on the same schedule and if you want to know when to order it helps to follow their instagram. But it’s the same cooks making the chicken, the same waitresses serving it, and the same awesome food I grew up on.

Anyway, the landlords tore down the old building and now there’s a Popeye’s where Chicken Joint used to be, and I guess corporate signed a five-year lease or something because the same people own the property.

And that was BEFORE the global economic crisis.

My friend, I know of a ton of local businesses and organizations that lost their locations in the last few months because their landlords wouldn’t cut them a deal on rent and would rather have a building sit empty than accept a lower rent payment.

The organization isn’t destroyed, it lost its brick-and-mortar location. I’m sure some lovely buildings were lost but how long was it really going to take before most of those were going to be torn down or converted into condos anyway?

Buildings and storefronts are constantly lost to shit like rent hikes, natural disasters, and gentrification. Honestly I think it’s better to see a building burn as part of a purposeful statement of outrage than because the local power monopoly didn’t maintain its infrastructure and of those two things the second one seems to happen a lot more frequently.

If you’re worried about the organization and don’t want to see it go under, support that organization. If your local library got burned down in a riot support the library when it’s time to rebuild, but the building will always matter much, much less than what people were doing in it.

TL;DR capitalism does much more damage to community organizations and local institutions than riots do and it does it more frequently - support the ideas behind things and the people who make them because that’s what matters.

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write-out-hysteria · 3 years

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Matsukawa x gn reader fluff

Author’s Note: This is sort of a prequel to my first fic? It’s a lot longer though and uh, tw disordered eating maybe

For as long as Issei had worked this job, he had been an early riser. He rose before the sun, sitting down on the edge of the bed while you lay fast asleep. He stretched and popped and cracked instinctively before getting up to brush his teeth. He’d walk, eyes still half closed, to his ‘home gym,’ or the space in the guest bedroom he had converted, knowing full well you wanted it in the garage. ‘It’s too spooky in there in the morning,’ he’d laugh, both of you knowing he just wanted to work out in the air conditioned room.

He’d finish off with yoga and meditation, centering his mind, body, and spirit, before hopping into the warm shower. He’d always leave the bathroom door open in case you woke up, ready to goofily tease you before you even remembered where you were.

“You like what you see, baby?” He’d wink, holding his Discobolus pose as you shook your head.

“Put some clothes on, Zeus,” you rolled back over but soon heard footsteps approaching.

“I’m offended that you’d compare me to the most promiscuous man on Mt. Olympus,” he kneeled next to the bed, grabbing your chin in his hand. “I’d prefer to be Perseus, and have my Andromeda ruling at my side.”

“It’s too early,” you dragged out the syllables as Issei rested his hand on your hip beneath the covers.

“What do you want for breakfast, sweetie? I can make pancakes,” he pressed a kiss to your hand resting on the pillow. You nodded, pulling the blanket back over your shoulders.

“I’m sure Perseus wore pants.” He rose, grabbing a pair of cobalt blue boxer briefs from the shared dresser.

“I’m sure Andromeda made the pancakes.”

Your arms found their way around Issei’s firm torso while he flipped each finished pancake on either of the two plates on the counter. He had a system, every other pancake was chocolate chip, “maybe you’ll be sweeter to me if I give you sugar,” he’d always say. The plain ones were for him, though he would spread peanut butter over them anyway. He’d learned that from you the first time he had made you pancakes, the first time you had spent the night in his arms.

“Do you want anything else, angel?” You shook your head against his back. He carefully turned around, handing you your plate. “I’m surprised you’re up so early,” he laughed.

“It was cold last night, had you brought out the winter blankets like I asked, I probably wouldn’t be.” You had made your way to the stool at the counter by now, cutting into your pancakes eagerly. It was his turn to hold you now, nuzzling his face into your neck after leaving a soft kiss on your jaw.

“Just say you missed me, baby. That’s okay, too.”

“Do you want to meet at that ramen place for lunch?” Issei was getting ready for his break, awaiting your text response. He was going to go anyway, he hadn’t packed any food. He just wouldn’t mind picking you up on his way.

“I can’t, I have a lunch meeting.” He frowned, those usually meant the worst for you.

“Do you want me to drop something off for you?”

“I’m not hungry,” he rolled his eyes before putting his phone back in his pocket, walking calmly down the street.

He had been battling your loss of appetite due to stress for the entirety of your relationship without much luck. He had never been one to push, but sometimes the only food he could assure you ate was breakfast. He had only gotten you to eat breakfast by making dinner early, leaving you starving by morning. It was only on bad days, it’s like your body would forget. Sometimes you noticed, but were afraid of getting sick if you ate something when you had already felt “full.”

He ate his ramen, debating bringing some back for dinner. There had been weeks where you ate the equivalent of one large meal a day. Every ‘not hungry’ made him fear a week like that, making food that you’d barely touch and praying you’d take it to work with you tomorrow so you wouldn’t wither away. His only solution up to this point was eating, and reminding you that normally this is when you’d eat too. Using your love for routine against you was his only hope, and it hadn’t been working as well as he wanted.

He could tell you felt bad about not eating, that you felt bad about worrying him. What else were you supposed to do if you simply weren’t hungry? Force feeding only made you feel inadequate, you felt full after half a sandwich or a few bites of pasta. The thought of eating a full protein made you sick. At your lowest points you’d start crying while watching tv with him, watching him snack on something you couldn’t bare the thought of consuming. ‘Issei, what’s wrong with me?’ He never knew what to say. When you got stressed your body simply refused fuel, and that worried him.

“How was work, angel?” His job had given him the ability to appear entirely composed regardless of the environment. You could never tell if he was stressed unless he dropped the facade and told you. When it was about you, he’d never tell you. When it was about you, though, you could tell. Issei was always caring. If he could tell you were in distress he’d pull out all the stops. He’d light lavender candles, he’d cook, he’d clean the counter. He wouldn’t complain if you wanted to watch something he didn’t, he wasn’t planning on taking his attention off of your subtle emotional responses.

“It was okay,” you lied. He already knew it wasn’t, but you didn’t want to talk about it. He always got home before you did, he didn’t have nearly as many responsibilities as you did. His work didn’t change, yours did. New projects meant new worries and new responsibilities.

“I’m almost done making dinner,” you had dropped your things by the door as soon as you stepped inside, making your way towards the man slaving over a pot of chicken soup. “I took the winter blankets out, I thought this might help warm you up.” You snaked your arms around his waist, hiding your face into his back as it warmed up, holding the tears welling up in your eyes. You could eat a little bit of soup, just a little bit, if it would make him feel better.

“Thank you,” you let out a deep sigh into his back. “I’m gonna shower.” He was already in his ‘pajamas.’ Issei ran too hot to sleep in anything but underwear, but enjoyed lounging around the house in your oversized Batman pants. You’d offered to buy him his own so you could match, but he said it wouldn’t be the same.

You both sunk onto the couch, searching for something comforting to watch. Maybe a disney movie, or something else you’d seen a million times. “You know how I played volleyball in high school?”

“Yeah, why?” You hadn’t forgotten. He even taught you how to play so your beach trips would be more fun.

“After practice Makki and I would compete to see who could make the better protein shake. I always won.” You laughed, probably way too much.

“You’re bragging to me about protein shakes you made 10 years ago?”

“What? They were good! Have some faith in me,” the movie kept playing, he tightened his grip around your waist. “I have no clue how I’d drink one everyday, though. If I had one now I’d probably puke. Oh, the joys of youth,” he laughed.

“Are you still hungry or something?” He wasn’t, his teenage athlete appetite had gone away as he aged.

“I was thinking about dessert.”

“I’ve had your protein shakes, I wouldn’t consider them a sweet treat.” He gasped, feigning offense.

“You know how much I hate protein powder, you think I was downing that everyday in high school?” You looked at him confused. His current protein shakes weren’t bad, for a protein shake at least. “It’s an acquired taste, and I still hold my nose and chug it.”You laughed at one of your favorite Matsukawa quirks.

“So why'd you stop making them taste good?”

“I was too broke in college to buy all that ice cream.”

“Ice cream? For protein shakes?” He rolled his eyes before pausing the movie.

“I’m gonna make you one, you’re underestimating my 17 year old metabolism.” He stood up, gesturing that you stay put. Issei was having another chaotic urge, apparently.

You turned on the couch, facing the kitchen instead of the tv. He began pulling every sugary food out of the pantry and fridge. Every flavor of ice cream, cookies, granola bars, peanut butter, anything and everything sweet. “You’re using all of that?” He nodded, haphazardly throwing everything in the blender followed by some milk, chocolate syrup, and two scoops of his protein powder. This really was a chaotic recipe, straight from the mind of a gross teenaged boy.

He came back to the couch with glasses for each of them, they looked like they had been filled with a child’s birthday cake puke. “Drink it, I promise it’s good! It’s so you can’t taste the protein powder.” It probably just tastes like chocolate and peanut butter, but you were still hesitant to drink it. “I promise, the team always liked mine better than Makki's.”

You held the glass up to your mouth, slowly drinking it, widening your eyes when you realized how good it actually was. You understood now. Your 26 year old bodies would cease to function if you had these everyday. You couldn’t pull the glass away until you were done.

“Yeah, I definitely didn’t think it’d be that good.” You laughed, wiping your upper lip.

“You couldn’t taste the protein powder right?” You nodded, watching him sip slowly on his, as his face suddenly scrunched up. “You know, I ate a lot at dinner. I probably shouldn’t drink the rest of this. You want it?” You shrugged, taking the glass out of his hand, drinking the rest like you hadn’t eaten anything all day. Oh wait, he thought. You haven’t for 14 hours. Oh wait, he thought, this is it. This was the solution to his biggest worry. A hidden reset button, your sweet tooth.

#hq #haikyuu!! x reader #matsukawa x reader #haikyuu x reader #mattsun #gn reader

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bexterbex · 4 years

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Masking the Heart | Ch. 5

A new galactic war was forming, and your star system needed to create an alliance. Your father, the king, made a deal with the First Order in a promise of protection for guaranteed trade. You are arranged to marry the Commander Kylo Ren, apprentice of the Supreme Leader. A man who is hidden behind his mask. Will your husband show you his heart? Or will it be forever hidden behind a mask?

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*Note: The author of this work does not condone arranged marriage practices, domestic abuse, or non-con sexual encounters, this work is for fictional uses only.*

Chapter 5

The next few days were all the same, you got up, got dressed, made yourself breakfast, watched a few First Order videos, made yourself lunch, baked something, made something for you and Kylo for dinner. Or at least you were assuming that he was eating it. Each night you would leave a plate on the counter, he would insist on sex in your room, he would leave, the plate would be gone and in the morning you would find a dirty plate in the sink. You had yet to ask him if he was enjoying your cooking, but you didn’t want to scare him off, things were going well. Or as well as they could be.

You were in the middle of your usual routine when you received a message, only this time it wasn’t from your husband. It was from General Hux.

Princess Ren,

I hope the invitation for dinner is still open as I have availability in my schedule tonight. The Commander seems to also be free as well. If tonight is not available please let me know.

General Armitage Hux

Commanding Officer of the Finalizer and Star Killer Base

You stared at the message for a few moments, before responding.

General Hux,

I will need to ask the Commander first but I have no conflict in my schedule at the moment.

Princess Ren

Wife to the Apprentice to Supreme Leader Snoke and Master of the Knights of Ren

You weren’t even able to send a message to your husband asking for permission before the General responded.

Princess Ren,

I am currently with the Commander now and he has agreed to it. You shall see us both for dinner. I look forward to it.

General Armitage Hux

Commanding Officer of the Finalizer and Star Killer Base

Upon reading the message your brain went into panic mode, not knowing what to make. It took you a few minutes to calm down and to scroll through your recipes to find something that looked doable and that served four people. Recipes for three were difficult to find, let alone recipes for one. And you got to work immediately. Washing, chopping, dicing, preparing everything you would need. You were slightly worried as this was the first time in a long time that someone else would be eating your food in front of you. Would the General even like what you were preparing? Let alone would your husband? Would he not eat with you like he did when you met him before you married him? Would he keep his mask on the whole time? You chewed your lip as you were finishing up everything.

The chambers had a small dining table, enough to seat four people comfortably, nothing grand. You remembered back to etiquette and set the table accordingly, you might have been a princess, and that you should have servants making and serving your meals for you, but you would be damned if you were to look like a fool now. You wanted to impress not only the General but your husband, Kylo. You wanted to impress him so he accepted you as his wife less reluctantly. You were also desperate for human contact and conversation.

The meal was less than three minutes to being done when the doors to your chambers open. First entered your husband all clad in his usual black, and then the ginger-haired General in his uniform. They were both caught up in a conversation one that seemed to end the moment they noticed you.

Just like the last time the General was in your chambers he was the first to acknowledge your presence, “Good evening Princess. I hope this dinner wasn’t an inconvenience to you. The Commander seemed to infer that it was.” He gave you a small devious grin.

You panicked, you knew you weren’t supposed to go against your husband’s word. He apparently really didn’t quite approve of this dinner but somehow agreed, anyway. So your diplomatic training kicked in, “It is a pleasure to have you eat with us General.” You neither accepted nor denied that the dinner was an inconvenience. You reminded yourself of your mother in that moment whenever one of your father’s guests would stay too long and had to join you for dinner.

You watched as the General’s eyebrows lifted for a moment. You wondered if he was considering your word choice, but before either of you could speak your husband abruptly sat down at the table. If it was anyone else, it would have felt rude, well it still did feel rude but your husband wasn’t known for his kindness.

You invited the General to sit down as you grabbed the warming food from the oven. You served all three of you up and even poured wine. It felt nice and would have been nice if your husband had actually decided to join you but he just sat there. Silent. And you tried to hold a conversation with the General but it was hard when eternal darkness was staring at you in the face.

When dinner was close to wrapping up the General cleared his throat, “I have a proposition for you, your highness. I know dinner may not be the best time to ask this, but seeing as I am already here I may as well ask.”

He was looking for your approval, ignoring your husband entirely as you saw his black mass hunch forward toward the General. But you took the General’s lead and ignored your husband. “Yes, what would you like to ask of me? I would be happy to help serve the First Order.”

You could see a twinkle of mischief in the General’s eye, he was going to ask you something your husband didn’t quite approve of; you knew it. “I believe you could be instrumental in helping the First Order in converting other planets to our cause. Your home star system is well-favored among the galaxy. Fair and honest trade is what you are known for. Of course with the Supreme Leader’s approval, I would like to make you a face of the First Order. This would involve being on posters and recording some speeches that would be broadcasted out. You could help the leery star systems think of us better, just by allowing us to use your image.”

Kylo slammed his fists on the table. “Go to your room.” You flinched in fear, but the General seemed to not react. You wondered how many outbursts he has witnessed from your husband.

But you did as you were told, with tears in your eyes you head to your room. You wanted to ask why he was doing this, why you were being sent away to be punished. What did you do wrong? You sat on your bed, trying desperately to control your emotions, your mask had cracked in front of both of them. You allowed them to see you cry. You broke the mantra ‘Royalty never wears their hearts on their sleeve.’ Why did you allow him to hurt you so? Why did his words get under your skin? Your heart felt heavy.

You could hear an argument outside your door, and then you heard the cutting of durasteel. You could smell the singeing, burning scent. You crawled up on your bed and wrapped your arms around your knees. All you could really think about was steadying your breath, in and out. You could feel the blood rush past your eardrums as you awaited your door to open. You knew he was going to come in here. There was no point in leaving you alone after his outburst. You were just afraid of the repercussions that you were about to face.

The cutting sounds stopped, as did the yelling. It was silent. Or rather you could hear the crushing sounds of impending doom. How could you protect yourself against the most powerful weapon in the galaxy? He technically didn’t need you alive anymore. Sure an heir from your lineage would be nice, but the moment he consummated your vows was the moment the title and position were sealed in his name. You were expendable.

You heard the door open before you lifted your head up to look. He was standing at the foot of the bed. His body imposing and menacing, breathing haggard, fists clenched, staring you down like a prey he had just cornered from across the galaxy. He didn’t lay a finger on you though, but your body was pulled forward violently to the edge of the bed. He was using the Force against you. You tried to struggle, but what could you really do? He was the strongest being in the galaxy, and you were basically a helpless, defenseless little girl. Instead of your skirt being pushed up like normal he tore the dress off of you, your bra came with it. The sound of ripping fabric burned in your mind like the cutting of durasteel.

But just as you were about to brace yourself for a slap, a hit, the yanking of your legs apart, the insertion of his dick there was a beeping sound coming from his pocket. You were both frozen; you were held down with the Force; he was seemingly frozen in the moment, but he reached into his pocket and pulled out the beeping comlink.

He pressed the activate button, and the booming voice filled the room. “Ren, I expect you in the transmission room at once.” It was Snoke.

You watched as he gripped the tiny device in his gloved hand, almost crushing it. He put it back in his pocket, stared at you before he left. You felt the weight of the Force leave you as you heard the doors to your chambers open and shut.

He abandoned you.

You were naked and terrified in your own bed. When would he come back? And if he did, did he expect you to still be naked and waiting for his return? Were you to be compliant with his forceful taking of your body?

You were frozen in the wake of fear of the unknown.

A million thoughts were racing around your mind. What did Snoke want? Did it have anything to do with you? With your approval of being used for the First Order? Or was this something else entirely?

After what seemed like forever you got the courage to at least crawl up to the head of your bed and tuck yourself under the covers. You were hoping he would be angry with you at least covering yourself up with blankets. You felt so exposed even in your own room. Tears failed to fall from your eyes, as you contemplated your future. You couldn’t even fall asleep as fear and adrenaline were still coursing through your veins.

You heard the whooshing sound of the outer chamber door open and boots hitting the ground. This time it was more than just one set as you tried to listen when your door opened. A young brunet male officer and two stormtroopers entered your room. You clutched the sheets to your chest, covering your naked body. The man looked shocked at your condition but spoke nonetheless, “I need you to come with me, Princess. The Supreme Leader would like to speak with you.”

Just like your husband, you couldn’t read the reactions from the stormtroopers through their armor and helmets, but the officer was clearly off-put by your nakedness.

“If you could allow me to change.” You wanted them to leave, to give you a shred of decency and respect.

You could see the pain in the young officer’s eyes as he regretfully told you, “Our orders are to bring you to him in your current condition.”

Your eyes widened in shock. So they were really going to humiliate you by parading you around the ship naked. You were a Princess, not a common whore, but that didn’t seem to matter.

You could see the officer seemed to agree with you. “May cover yourself with the sheets and blankets, I will have the hallways cleared, but you must not get dressed.”

You felt grateful, but why were you grateful for being allowed basic human decency? As you started to pull the sheets off the bed, you heard the officer tell the stormtroopers to turn around. They were allowing you to situate yourself modestly while still in their presence.

You wrapped the sheets tightly around you before telling them, “I am ready.” You tried to build up what little courage you had left to march down the hallways of the Finalizer to go speak to the Supreme Leader in your condition. But as the officer had said, the hallways were cleared for your excursion to the transmission room. It still felt odd, being naked under the sheets and being accompanied by an officer you didn’t know and two stormtroopers. In many ways, it didn’t feel like they were walking with you for your protection, but rather they were forcefully escorting you like a prisoner, all you were really lacking were the cuffs.

When you entered the large main room they did not escort you down to where your husband and the General stood they left you at the door. You could already see the large blueish-gray image of the Supreme Leader looming over them. You marched forward to your death.

I apologize for the lateness of this update. I do live in the state of Minnesota, and the unrest here has been affecting me heavily. I am doing my best for you all but bear with me.

#kylo ren #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren imagine #kylo ren x you #masking the heart #kylo x you #kylo x reader #star wars #star wars imagine #sw first order imagine #star wars first order

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maximumninjavoid · 4 years

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Mining for Unobtanium ch 27

Yes. Twenty seven. And I SWEAR I am going to fix that frakkin tag list. Although it looks like I might get OT from work so, more money makes me happy, and my creditors too.

I had to try and recreate this, because my kindle fire joined the choir invisible. If it wasn’t nailed to the perch, it’d be pushing up daisies, Pining for the fjords....

seventy seven followers ! Welcome !

remember, 18 and over. This is some grown people sh*t.

and Un Beta’d cause that’s how I roll. Reckless. At high rates of speed, radio too loud. and who’d volunteer to beta this shite?

I wish I could have seen the look on her face when it dawned on her that she was on the phone with The White Wolf, The Butcher of Blaviken. I was more than sure he has stroked himself off to her Marketplace books more than once. I put the phone away when they were finished and went to refill Henry's rosemary water. "If I have your leave, I'll start dinner, Sir?" He nodded. I went into the kitchen, humming to myself, seasoned the beef and had a delightful conversation with Kal about beef trimmings and pan drippings but he huffed at me and got up to go find his daddy when I refused to budge about scratch gravy versus over his kibble. I set the table, prepped the veg, poked around the fridge for other accoutrements, happily in my element. I did love to cook, especially for other people. I made a mental note to see how my family recipes could be modified or converted to be trainer approved. I went back to check on Henry. I peered around the corner at him. Lord, he took my breath away. If he asked, we could discuss the differences between *full time* and "just in the bedroom" , and what that meant as a top versus a Dominant. I mean, I had no doubt that he was dominant, but maybe it was more up his alley to just play, as it were. For some folks, it's less pressure to just dabble , but I don't think they get the full benefit of a power exchange. If he didn't ask, well, then when the balance of power shifted back to what we had originally negotiated, we would certainly discuss it, and at length. I turned the corner and smiled. I couldn't help myself. He was just so beautiful. As if constructed by the Gods, they were having a really good day when they built him. I couldn't believe my good fortune, and I questioned how blessed I was to be here, with this man, in this magical bubble. "Did you need anything?" "Yes, actually. I need you." "But of course, I live to serve." He smiled and I walked to the sofa, standing behind Henry. I leaned down to kiss him, inhaling deeply the scent that was uniquely him, part body wash, part must, a bit of spice, just...Him. He reached up and grabbed a hold of me and pulled me over the sofa and onto his lap. I squealed, not being entirely comfortable off my feet and out of balance. He laughed and peppered my face with kisses. I squirmed and kissed him back. His arms engulfed me and I nestled into the crook of his embrace. One hand trailed down my chest and toyed with my nipple. "Henry, you're insatiable. I shudder to think of what you must have been doing while you were shooting." "Does it make you feel better that I was thinking about you?" "Well of course, I'm flattered. But, there was a reason you called me in here?" " I wanted to try something, are you game?" "But of course. Game and good to go." He stood, with his arm still around me and shucked off his bottoms, sat back down with me on his lap skin to skin. I squirmed a bit and felt his girth shift. "Come sit on this, while I work. But you cannot move. Cockwarming. That's what its called." "As you desire, Daddy, but I don't want to wreck dinner. If my calculations are correct, I have about seventy six minutes for your experiment." I changed position so I was straddling him and reached down to stroke his cock. I was getting wetter by the second and slipped him inside of my cunt and slowly sheathed him in the wet velvet heat. "Now you just want me to stay right here, with you balls deep in my pussy, my head on your shoulder and you're going to keep working, and not stand up, toss me on my back or over the arm of the sofa, and violate me like a parking meter? For seventy six minutes? Yes, Daddy." And I kissed him right where his neck met his shoulder and he groaned. He reached for a script and started to read. I wad enjoying feeling stuffed full of him, but I had to decide if I was going to play fair or not. I could tip the odds in my favor and increase the chances I was going to get fucked so hard I wouldn't be able to serve dinner. There was also a limit as to how long my knees would hold out. I laid my head down on his massive shoulder and closed my eyes. I concentrated on my breathing, and worked on lowering my center of gravity. It was a thing I had learned when I was with this guy who rode motorcycles. He had several, and some of them were not exactly designed with passengers in mind. I mean, yes, there was a 'bitch' seat and foot pegs, but that was about it. On ramp turns would scare the daylights out of me until I learned to lower my center of gravity and move with the bike, not against it. Eventually I was able to put my full face helmet between his shoulder blades and cat nap on the back of a Ninja with only him to hold on to at speeds close to ridiculous. You try it with a giant ping pong ball on your head. I preferred a cruiser. More comfy, especially if you have helmet to helmet communication. I could feel Henry twitching, his cock gaining girth as well as depth. Perhaps he wanted to snap his hips, and start something...I tried a little muscle roll, internally. There was a sharp intake of air and he grabbed my ass cheek. I buried my face further into the crook of his neck and sighed. This was going to be fun. He hadn't turned a page, or reached for his drink. This was perhaps not as easy as he thought it would be. I could only imagine he was focused on his dick. Working on being *good* I said nothing.

@indigosaurus @fishcustardandclintbarton @littlefreya @whyyoudothistomecavill @thiccgeralt @michellemybelles-world

#henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill smut

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natur-body · 3 years

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A 30-day gut cleanse diet plan with body detox and weight loss benefits

A 30-day gut cleanse diet plan with body detox and weight loss benefits 30-day gut cleanses diet plan may be a universal program for gut detox, body detox, and weight loss. This diet is predicated on low-calorie foods that remove mucus from the gut and every one of your body, replenish healthy gut microbiome,

supply your body with enough vitamins and alkaline minerals for it to detoxify without stressing your elimination organs: liver and kidneys. The diet plan assures rapid weight loss – from 18 to twenty lbs – with no sense of hunger. It also cleans your blood, improves skin quality, cures acne, may relieve symptoms of asthma and other chronic conditions. If you retain the main part of this diet plan for the remainder of your life you'll reduce your aging rate (1) and avoid most illnesses connected to elderly life.

Why GUT DETOX may be a MILESTONE of each detox program?

Full detox is unimaginable without gut cleanse. only a few people know that the part of the food we eat never leaves our body and stays in our gut for the remainder of our lives. the rationale for its mucus that's formed by the walls of our intestines as the gut attempts to guard itself against the unnatural products: dairy, starchy carbs, highly refined and deep-fried foods. This mucus hinders the full elimination of poop and provides a good foundation for pathogenic bacteria to thrive. For more on this subject please visit my blog: “6 amazing health benefits of cleaning your gut”

The ULTIMATE GUT CLEANSE DIET

There are many 3 days gut cleanse programs available on the internet. you'll indeed eat certain food today to stimulate good movement tomorrow but this may be distant from having a clean, mucus-free, and toxin-free gut, healthy gut flora, slim belly, and therefore the sensation of lightness which will not be compared to anything.

The secret of gut cleanse is in raw fruits and vegetables. Every fruit and vegetable in raw form has gut cleansing properties and each cooked food is mucus forming. If you turn to completely raw food your gut will start detoxing already in few days from your diet change. After one month of gut cleanse each of your movements will offer you a sensation of emptiness and lightness such as you haven't experienced before. which will be the proper sign that your gut has cleaned. That’s what went on to me on a raw vegan diet, however, due to amazing cravings for cooked food, a fully raw diet is extremely difficult to follow. For folks that can't imagine surviving on salads, this 30-day diet plan includes some cooked food that is the smallest amount of mucus-forming by their nature.

A gut cleanses consists of three stages: 1. Hydrating colon 2. Stimulating movement for the elimination of poisons. 3. Providing enough fiber for healthy gut flora to multiply. Luckily most of the foods you'll be eating have most of those three mentioned qualities.

How to START A GUT CLEANSE DAY?

The best thanks to starting a gut cleansing day are by drinking a few cups of a probiotic drink. The drink has a light sower, pleasant taste, and is full of positive bacteria that helps your gut replenish the pathogenic gut flora with a healthy one. you'll be ready to easily prepare this drink in large quantities reception only with cabbage and filtered water with the assistance of the blender. For the precise recipe please visit my blog. If you'd wish to make this drink more flavorsome there's a recipe for this too.

Drinking fermented drinks in the morning will assist you better suits the new diet and avoid bloating. However, if you're lazy to organize this drink, you'll choose the better option: start the day with a few cups of straightforward lemon water but don't miss drinking a cup of ultimate gut cleanse remedy before getting to bed. The gut cleanses remedy should be taken for 10 days at the initial stage of your gut cleanse diet plan.

How to organize GUT CLEANSE BREAKFASTS?

For breakfast, it's excellent to eat fruits that have the properties of the hydrating colon and diluting the mucus. All watery fruits have hydrating qualities, but watermelon may be a queen of colon cleanse. If you are doing the cleanse in summer I like to recommend eating watermelon a day – once you eat watermelon in large quantities it can cause movement almost directly.

You can enjoy the following fruits that are listed consistent with their gut cleansing properties:

For the summer season: 1. Watermelon 2. Melon 3. Papaya 4. Pineapple 5. Strawberries 6. Pears 7. cucumbers 8. Tomatoes.

For winter season: 1. Grapefruits (juice grapefruits) 2. Oranges 3. Tangerines 4. Kiwi. 5. Apples

Please note that so as for these fruits to wash your gut you've got to consume them in large quantities – some people are scared of eating fruits believing that they're too high in sugars. that's not so. For scientific proof please visit my blog: “Why you ought to not be scared of fruits while losing weight – Glycemic index VS glycemic load”

Eat as many fruits to satisfy you for breakfast and if you are feeling hungry eat some more fruits from the list. Avoid eating oatmeal, whole grain bread, and therefore the foods that are generally considered as a healthy option. These foods could be healthier than pancakes, but they're still mucus-forming, therefore they are doing not fit into the gut cleansing concept.

The best GUT CLEANSE LUNCH

The best thing you'll eat for lunch is a green smoothie that has tremendous cleansing properties. With green smoothies, you'll even clean the oven in your kitchen. Pour a touch little bit of green smoothie on an unclean tray and leave overnight. the subsequent day you'll be ready to clean it only with a wet towel. an equivalent cleansing effect green smoothie will wear your gut, blood vessels, liver, and kidneys. The fiber in green smoothies feeds healthy bacteria in your gut and facilitates positive macrobiotic that on the opposite hand strengthens your system (2). For smoothie cleanse to be effective you ought to drink 1.5 Lt (50 ounces) of smoothie per day. For more benefits you'll get on smoothies please visit my blog: “Stop aging now! – regain back the natural color of your hair, Improve your eyesight, gain muscles without exercise”.

For smoothie recipes please visit my blog: “One formula for 1000 different green smoothie recipes”.

GUT CLEANSE DINNER

The best dinner for gut cleans is raw low starch vegetable salads: Finely chop cabbage, carrot, radish, beetroot, cauliflower, cut cucumber, and tomatoes. Convert them into multiple salads using different combinations and various salad dressings with lemon, olive oil, avocados, raw nuts, green pesto, and homemade tomato salsa. just in case you've got problems digesting vegetables in a raw form you'll cook them. the simplest cooked low starch vegetables are steamed broccoli and cauliflower, baked or boiled beetroot, stir-fried cabbage, and carrots. Make some research on the way to convert these vegetables into tasty dishes.

GUT CLEANSE SNACKS AND SWEETS

On a gut cleanse diet anything from raw fruits, dried fruits, vegetables, and nuts are often eaten as snacks and sweets. find out how to make raw nut pestos and luxuriate in them with bell pepper or celery sticks. Or, simply snack on cucumbers or carrots. For sweets, you'll enjoy dates and nuts, raw avocado pudding, or bananas. confine mind that fruits should be eaten before vegetables, not after. Eating fruits after the vegetables causes fermentation in the gut (3) – this doesn't slot into the gut cleanse diet plan.

Which FOODS TO AVOID on Gut cleanse diet

On a gut cleanse diet you ought to avoid any meat, eggs, and dairy that feed pathogenic gut flora and are very mucus forming by their nature. the sole exception is unpasteurized yogurt and kefir that contains positive gut bacteria, however, they also contribute to mucus formation to a particular extent, therefore should be taken in moderate quantities and not every single day. If you add one teaspoon of grained flax seeds in unpasteurized kefir. this may bring gut cleansing properties to the drink.

You should also avoid all kinds of refined sugars, refined carbs and whole-grain foods, even oatmeal – as they're all highly mucus forming and may hinder the cleaning process.

What could be THE SIDE EFFECTS OF GUT CLEANS?

The side effects of gut cleanse are connected to eating a high amount of raw fiber that causes fast replenishment of the gut microbiome. The change of gut flora takes a few weeks, meantime you would possibly experience bloating and gas, some people complain that their movement stops for several days at the start of the program. don't be afraid. attempt to drink more probiotic drink which will help relieve symptoms.

How to SUCCEED ON GUT CLEANSE DIET?

I understand that this diet plan isn't getting to be easy for an individual adjusted to eating pizzas and burgers and no fiber in the least. Organizing a gut cleanse diet does require a while and energy to master new recipes. to achieve this diet I like to recommend doing it with a partner or with a lover. you'll be ready to monitor one another, observe your weight loss results, share recipes and cook together.

#healthyeating

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rocketfool · 3 years

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fawks - 62, 64, 52, 40, 15 | kass - 8, 16, 36, 42, 66 "rainy that's ten questions" "yes :)"

putting these behind a read more to spare people who are not interested in all of this because whoops it got long!

FAWKS

62. Who does your character think is the most put together in the party?

THIS DEPENDS ON THE PARTY. of the main party, it’s definitely pierce. like sure he has some anxiety but he has not put goo in his mouth unprompted. so that pulls him ahead of fyn, who would be the second choice. of the surface party...probably valytra! like sure she collects souls in her necklace but she seems Polite and like she was a Pleasure to Have in Class, plus you have to have your shit together to be a spy (theoretically). kidar is...put together in that she’s extremely confident in who she is and assured of her own place in the world, but not the typical standard for “put together,” and fyn has put goo in her mouth, so. valytra wins.

64. What is one thing they want each party member to know?

I’m going to do main party, and out of character!

pierce: you’re so much braver and more heroic than you give yourself credit for. you deserve your place here just as much as anyone, and have personally inspired me to be a better person. but stop side eying me about scully I am WORKING on having a realization about this!! I’ll get there maybe!

jolene: we both put up such aggressive fronts to hide our vulnerabilities, but I’m discovering it is actually helpful to let people in and care for them, even if it makes you feel exposed. I hope you’re also coming to that realization and maybe one day (IN THE VERY DISTANT FUTURE) we’ll be more honest in our own friendship but for now lmao what is going on with blacksmith girl huh. I would like an update.

fyn: you’re the most optimistic and good-hearted person I know, and I hope you can see what an effect you have on the party. I’m very glad I’ve had you at my side for pursuing the black dragon wyrmspeaker, because I don’t know how I would’ve done it alone. also please stop putting goo in your mouth, we have enough money for quiche and lavender lemonade PLEASE.

52. If your character was under quarantine, what type of quarantine person would they be? (Productive? Hobbyist? Lazy?)

oh my god fawks in quarantine is off the rails immediately, she cannot be left unsupervised. I think she starts her own youtube channel that people LEGITIMATELY think is supposed to be like a ~found footage narrative fiction channel or other creative project but...it’s never been stated to be and she just keeps appearing in videos to talk very urgently about cryptids and show everyone how she’s converted her kitchen to include a PROPER, homemade fumigation hood. so it’s very unclear. on that note, the vlog probably comes to an end bc she either 1) blows up her kitchen with her own experiments because it is NOT a lab, or 2) breaks into someplace she shouldn’t be and isn’t caught but then uploads the footage to ye olde youtube and it’s like...okay so this is you running around fantasy area 51 right? knock it off.

40. Describe a corruption/redemption arc version of your character.

OKAY corruption arc fawks...like we all know fawks is very, very motivated by ~discovery and has a black and white way of thinking, she’s always poised on a precipice of discovering one powerful magic artifact that makes her risk it all LOL. she’s doing some character development in that area but I think there some very clear seeds of a corruption arc there--her connection to people (such as the party) is what keeps her on the...generally okay if not exactly the Right Path, so I think something awful befalling the party/people she loves where they are all killed would push her firmly into the dark side. I can see her getting lost in pursuing a way to “undo” whatever happened with time travel magic (wow like a certain tower we encountered) instead of reconciling it, and being willing to do whatever it takes to get her way. would prioritize herself and her mission above everything and everyone else, even if it threatens to rip the universe apart or results in killing people because she knows once she discovers this magic it will set things right, not just for her but its uses for the world at large...yeah it’d be bad. :/

REDEMPTION ARC is kind of what she’s on now. she’s discovering she has worth outside of what she produces for science/magic/etc! she’s figuring out she can open up to people and ask for help sometimes! she’s putting things right for her family! things are slowly coming up fawks...maybe.

15. Describe their ideal date.

OH BOY. fawks is not really uh...into traditional expressions of romance. like she’ll make an effort for the right person but her preference is never going to be a fancy dinner and candlelight. honestly I think the ideal date would start off in the late evening (AFTER A LONG DAY OF SCIENCE), going to a museum of curiosities or for cryptids/the arcane, where she’s allowed to really go in deep with her date on the history of various items/the theories behind everything and listen eagerly to what her date has to say too (in any world where fawks is dating, that person has to have Opinions on this type of thing). they’d stay until close and then head to a food truck to grab something to go while fawks leads the date to a rooftop of an abandoned building she likely discovered cryptid hunting but realized has an amazing view. they’d sit out under the stars and eat together, chatting inevitably about how fawks found the building, maybe do some exploring of it together. and then they head to a 24 hour diner for milkshakes as dessert!

KASS

8. What is something they cannot resist?

OOOH this is fun because there are a lot of ways to interpret the question. I think kass can never resist a bustling marketplace in whatever city he ends up in--he loves travel and finding out about the local culture, is always curious to see what’s for sale and what the gossip is about town from the merchants he meets there. he spent a lot of time in marketplaces growing up so they’re nostalgic for him--he also loves purchasing trinkets from them anytime he lands somewhere new, particularly if those trinkets are fancy scarves/boots/etc. foodwise, he’s a sucker for baklava and good red wine--he enjoys wine shops/bars over taverns because he’s bougie lmao. oh and if dancing is happening and he’s not the one playing the music, kass is involving himself as is his right as a bard. he can’t resist a good opportunity dance when he has the chance!

16. What keeps them going?

OH BOY a good question. I think kass is a realist in a lot of ways, but has held onto some amount of idealism. he keeps moving forward with the idea that he’s in a losing situation right now, but he’s patient enough to watch and see what way the winds will blow. he justifies his work with the understanding that he has a certain moral code for his behavior when he can make choices, versus when his hands are tied by the zhents. always is keeping one eye out for an opportunity to slip out of those binds completely.

36. What makes them blush?

HMMMM I don’t think kass gets too worked up over flirting--sometimes it’s literally just part of his job, and in general he’s just confident in himself. and listen he’s been in plenty of seedy taverns and courts rifled with intrigue, so not a lot makes kass bat an eyelash at this point. the things that would make him blush would probably be genuine romantic gestures? he doesn’t have a lot of experience with them so someone doing something very sweet and thoughtful for him would catch him completely off guard. like even getting flowers from the right person, kass is just not used to that type of attention!

42. Is there something your character isn’t very good at, but enjoys doing nonetheless?

kass would LOVE crossword puzzles I think. he’s been doing them since he was a kid and could filch a newspaper every once in a while, but he’s not super good at them. just enjoys having something to sit back and focus on while drinking his coffee in the mornings. I also don’t think he’s very good at cooking, but he enjoys trying out new recipes!

66. Outward Passion or Quiet Rebellion?

this is hard because I think kass feels pulled between the two very frequently. I think he’d much prefer outward passion, throwing himself heart first into a cause, but he definitely is more likely to commit quiet rebellion and does so frequently. like what the zhents don’t know won’t hurt...him. again, where he has the ability to, kass follows his own heart so he’s willing to work quietly to do some good. but he’d much prefer to be bolder, in the grand scheme of things.

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idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 · 5 years

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Not A Leafs Fan, Part 2

Author: Nat / @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69

Requested: Yes – Anonymous

Tagging: @aw-hawkeye @caswinchester2000 @butcanijustnot @hockeybabe87

Fandom: NHL

Relationship: Pre-Established; Auston Matthews x Reader

Summary: Auston laughed and shook his head before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “The entire city of Toronto and all the media will literally eat me alive if they find out that my girlfriend isn’t a Leafs fan, you do know that right?”

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: None.

Link to Part 1

Ever since that game, you and Auston had been texting a lot. He and the Leafs were on a western road trip, but as soon as he got back in Toronto, he asked you out, and you, after spending so many days texting and getting to know the guy, couldn’t say no.

More accurately, you couldn’t say yes fast enough and you couldn’t stop smiling since. Talking to Auston over the last few days, you started to get feelings for the guy. He was really sweet and funny and you really did want to spend more time with him and get to know him as Austonand notAuston Matthews™.

Auston took you to a nice restaurant for your date.

Ever since he sat down to talk to you at the coffee shop, he thought you were beautiful and funny and he wanted to get to know you and the more the two of you talked, the more those feelings grew for him.

Away on the road trip, he was texting you as much as he could, which did cause the boys (cough cough Mitch and Willy) to tease him about the sneaking texting and the smiles at the phone. They wanted to know what, or who, had snuck into Auston’s heart in the recent days.

Auston had given you his number because he wanted to see you again and texting you every day while he was away on the western road trip made him want to see you again so badly. Actually, Auston was still in Edmonton when he asked you out on a date, a real date, once he got back in Toronto.

And he cared about you. He didn’t know you long or that well really, but he wanted to, so he wanted to start things off on the right foot with you, so he took you to a nice restaurant.

After the two of you ordered, Auston leaned back in his chair, giving you a smile and you couldn’t help your small laugh as you shook your head.

Auston’s lips twitched and he leaned forwards to rest on his forearms. “What?”

You shook your head. “I just think it’s kinda funny that I’m on a date with the guys I would have considered to be my least favourite Leafs player.”

Auston’s jaw fell in a joking manner. “Really? I’m your least favourite?”

“Oh my god it’s Auston Matthews!”You mocked the fans and he laughed, nodded his head.

“Yeah, that’s fair.”

You gave him a soft smile. “If it means anything, you’re not my least favourite anymore.”

Auston laughed and pumped his arm in celebration. “I’ve gone from least favourite to favourite?” He asked hopefully.

You laughed. “I don’t know if I like you that much, Aus.” You teased, the shortened form of his name falling from your lips without second thought.

“I like that.” He said softly.

“What?” You whispered.

Auston reached across the table to touch your hand. “I like the way you say my name.” If it had been anyone else, it may have come off as creepy, but it was Auston and had such a soft intent.

You smiled at him and gave his hand a squeeze. “I like saying it.”

He paused and looked at you with a small smile and soft eyes. “You make me wonder how I ever managed to go on a date with me.”

“What?” You asked softly.

Auston shrugged. “I mean, I’m your least favourite Leaf—“

“Not anymore!” You cut him off with a laugh.

Auston laughed with you and nodded. “But I was, and you’re so…” He shook his head.

“I’m so what?” You laughed.

“Fucking gorgeous.” Auston laughed. “And smart and kind, and I really don’t know how I got you here.”

“If I remember correctly, I remember some nagging at the Air Canada Centre.” You reminded him.

Auston gave you an innocent expression. “I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

“Uh huh.” You laughed.

“I’m glad I did.” He whispered after a moment.

“Me too.” You agreed. You knew you would have texted him after the game, even if he hadn’t called you out. But, if he didn’t call you out and made you laugh and gave the two of you that memory, there was a possibility that the two of you wouldn’t be there on that date.

And the date was amazing and both of you couldn’t wait to go on another one. Honestly, the more you and Auston talked, the more time the two of you spent together, the more it seemed like the two of you had known each other for years, not just a few weeks.

It was ridiculous in the best way.

For your second date, Auston took you ice skating at the Air Canada Centre long after the building was empty. The two of you had the whole place just to yourselves.

You guys played tag on the ice, which Auston had an unfair advantage of being a professional hockey player and 6’3, so he was able to stay out of your reach and tag you back soon after he allowed you to tag him.

Both of yours laughters bounced off the ice and neither of you could stop smiling the entire night.

Your game of tag came to a close when you reached out to tag him and he jerked to the side quickly and you nearly tumbled forwards. You would have fallen onto the ice if Auston had reached out and grabbed you, pulling you to his chest instead. It was the closest both of you had been since you met.

Auston looked at you with his soft brown eyes and brought a hand up to brush your hair out of your face. “Are you okay?” He asked softly.

You nodded your head.

Auston’s lips twitched into a small smile. “Good, I don’t want you getting hurt.”

You looked up at him, your eyes subconsciously bouncing down to look at his lips. That was enough of a sign for Auston as he slowly closed the distance between the two of you in a soft kiss, one hand gently cupping your cheek while the other was wrapped around your waist and your hands were pressed against his chest.

Auston pulled back from the kiss with a smile. “Is it too early for me to ask you to be my girlfriend?”

You shook your head, smiling. “I don’t think so.”

He laughed softly. “Then, will you be my girlfriend?”

You nodded. “I would love to.”

Auston easily scooped you up into his arms so he could spin you around in celebration, laughing as you screamed in surprise.

“As my girlfriend, you have to like the Leafs.” He said as he sat you back down onto the ice.

You laughed and shook your head before pulling out of his grip. “Nope. Not gonna happen. My team is the (team name), and not even you can change that, Auston Matthews!” You called as you skated away from him, causing him to laugh and wonder how he got so lucky.

After the skating date, Auston told the guys that he was dating someone, but you, much to their discontent, had yet to meet the team. Between classes and projects and the timing of practices and away games, things just lined up. (And it wasn’t like meeting the Leafs were really high on your to do list anyways).

It was a rare Saturday in which the Leafs were in Toronto but weren’t playing. When that happened, the guys usually got together to watch the other teams playing, but Auston blew them off to spend the night with you.

You went over to Auston’s that night. He thought he’d try to cook you some dinner. He got a simple recipe from his mom that he thought he could do, which you thought was sweet. After dinner, Auston thought that maybe the two of you would watch a movie or something like that.

That plan went out the window pretty quickly when you high jacked his TV to put hockey on.

Auston heard the familiar sound of hockey and stopped cooking, walking into the living room to see you holding the remote. He smiled to himself and shook his head. “(Favourite team)? Really? Babe, come on.”

You put the remote down and walked over to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “I was coming back to help, I just thought I’d put the game on so we could listen to it.”

“Will I ever convert you?” Auston asked with a smile, wrapping his arms around your waist.

You pretended to think for a moment and shook your head. “Nope.”

Auston laughed and shook his head before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “The entire city of Toronto and all the media will literally eat me alive if they find out that my girlfriend isn’t a Leafs fan, you do know that right?”

You pushed yourself up to press a quick kiss to his lips. “I’m rooting for the Leafs and I’ll proudly wear your jersey, babe. Don’t worry.”

“Good.” Auston smiled before leaning down to press another kiss to your lips.

You melted into the kiss and brought your hand up to cup his check when you heard the familiar sound of the goal siren. Your team had scored. You quickly pulled away from the kiss and out of Auston’s arms to watch the replay, leaving Auston to walk back into the kitchen grumbling about how (favourite team) was “gonna get it next time I play them…”

Link to Part 3

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ravenclaw-craftsgirl · 4 years

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Heart’s Desire Pt. 1

Preface: SO I know i haven’t done a story in a while, and that is for good reason: Writers block mixed in with real world stuff. BUT i do have something super nice and sweet to make up for it. This story is a bit of fluff, so I am rather proud of it. There will be a part 2 and I do eventually plan on combining the two into a master post (possibly with other stories) once I have a cover photo for it.

The original format is here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1_3tZlLjHtBtT7uk4maoZFMDtcCL96j7XZW3woMockNY/edit?usp=sharing

However i will also be formatting the story to tumblr as a bunch of you have expressed how you’re not able to view google docs links on your phone.

Story under the cut

The streets of London buzzed with traffic in the afternoon rush. Hundreds of Muggles going too and fro, rushing around in their cars as they race to work and home alike. Merula sighed wistfully, watching the Muggles drive around in their cars while she was still stuck at home. Despite everything, she did come here of her own free will, and she did have plenty of things to do while her girlfriend was out working. Even after living in the Muggle world for nearly six years, Merula still marveled at how quickly Muggles advanced their technology; Especially when she considered how far cars in particular had advanced.

A timer dinged from the kitchen, signifying that dinner was done cooking. Merula shifted Eleanor, Lilian’s black cat, from her lap as she moved to take the chicken out before it became too dry. A quick flick of her Pinewood wand sent the knife into a chopping the vegetables left on the cutting board earlier as she took out a skillet. A special recipe her mother had taught her before being locked up in Azkaban, one of the few good things that she remembered from her family. Once the knife had performed its duties, it quietly sat by the cutting board as Merula slid its contents into the oil and rosemary mix she had in the skillet.

Halfway through frying the potatoes and asparagus, Merula heard the front door open and the sound of loud barking coming from the entryway. She smirked to herself, knowing Rook’s excitable nature and how no one could get past him when he was on watch.

“Okay, okay! Bon garçon Rook. Good Boy.” The silver haired woman grinned as she took off her coat and hat, revealing a doll like arm and a pair of wireframe glasses over Amethyst eyes. Merula walked into the entryway, leaning against the door jam just to smirk at her girlfriend: Lilian Le’Reau.

“You’re late, you know.”

Lilian moved up to Merula with a smile on her face, as she leaned down to softly kiss her girlfriend. The two stood there for a moment in each others embrace, taking just a little extra longer to hold each other. “Pardonne moi, mon amour. The office was a little backed up today. Apparently attempting to convert mechanical energy into magical is something the engineering department advised the wizengamot against.” Lilian looked down to Merula and gave a defeated smile. “It looks like I’ll need to pull a bit more overtime over the week.”

Merula sighed and held Lilian closer. “All this overtime. I’m starting to think that you don’t like me, Le’Reau.” Lilian quickly sputtered as a slight blush came to her face. “NO! No its… There’s only one person I could love. This extra overtime is simply to make sure I have the entire week of christmas to spend with you.”

Merula smiled before letting go. She was concerned for her girlfriend and all the overtime she was pulling. That couldn’t be healthy for Lilian, especially with all the added stress of being one of the wizarding world’s best prosthetic makers. Even though they had been dating for nearly Ten years, it was still unusual for Merula to admit she was concerned for someone other than herself. “Don’t worry. I’ll be fine.”

Merula looked up to Lilian with a small smile before putting up a mask of Bravado. “You had better be! You’re the one who dragged me out here to Muggle-Land so you should at least make sure to have time for me. Now come on dinner’s almost done, Lil. Make sure Rook and Eleanor have their food before we eat. We don’t need them begging for food at the table.”

Once dinner was done, Lilian cuddled with Merula on the couch while they watched old christmas specials. Merula was still unsure of ‘television’ but like many other muggle items, it hadn’t been anything scary or lethal. During one such program, ‘Frosty the Snowman’ as the movie was called, the phone rang from the kitchen. “I’ll get it” Lilian said almost a little too quickly. Lilian returned with a big grin on her face. “Anything good happen, Lil?”

Lilian smiled. “A surprise for in a couple of days, Merula.” With that, Merula wouldn’t be able to get anymore information on the matter.

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A week later, Merula and Lilian had gone to Lilian’s parents' home for a pre-christmas dinner, as her parents had planned on going on a vacation over christmas and new years. Merula sat on the couch, waiting for Lilian to get off work again as she talked with Lilian’s mother while they waited for everyone to get home.

“I never thought to ask, but how did you meet Lilian’s Father?”

Celia smiled. “Oh that is rather amusing. I was on my way to the workshop I was supposed to start at when I see this curious man on the side of the road. His car was obviously dead on the road but the state of it was frightening. How he had managed to make it work in the first place is still a mystery to me.” Merula smiled as she listened about how Samuel had been stranded while trying to go to University. It was rather nice, knowing that she and Lilian weren’t so different after all. Love happening in the strangest of ways was apart of the experience.

“After about a year or so, He finally proposed. He almost dropped the ring down the storm drain, but he’s always been nimble.” Celia finished. Merula couldn’t help but giggle a little bit at that. That sounds like something that Lilian would end up doing if she ever proposed. Just as she was thinking that, the door started to open, admitting Daniel and Lilian, as well as Abby and Rorick McKinley.

“Hey lot!” Abby shouted with a grin before hugging Celia warmly. “How ya holdin, Auntie Celia?”

Lilian silently sat beside Merula and gave a kiss on her cheek before unwinding her scarf. The family sat around, regaling each other with stories from throughout the year as dinner drew closer. Merula helped Celia place for the table when she noticed Abby and Lilian talking in the Living room. She finished and snuck over to try and catch a snippet of the conversation.

“-an yer sure of this. It’s a mighty big risk, even for you, Lil.”

“Oui. I am sure. And I know that… I’m sure.” Lilian said with a smile.

Meula frowned. What were those two talking about? Was it related to Lilian’s unusual amount of overtime at the Ministry? She couldn’t help but wonder what all was going on and why all the secrecy was necessary.

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Merula woke up to the sound of her alarm going off. She looked up to see Lilian’s side of the bed empty. She frowned, turning to the calendar on the back of their bedroom door.

Only three days till christmas and still Lilian had been very secretive as to why she needed to work so much overtime. Merula couldn’t help but sigh despondently as she walked down to the kitchen. Her surprise was evident when she sniffed the air as she turned to see Lilian at the stove with her pajama pants and a loose t-shirt on as she cooked breakfast. And from the smell of it, it was Merula’s favorite. Cinnamon Oats with Bacon and Sunny side eggs.

“Bonjour, Belle. I figured that you’d enjoy something to eat. It is my week off.”

Merula’s eyes went wide at that statement. A whole week of Lilian to herself? That was probably one of the best christmas gifts she could get. “Well it’s about time, Le’Reau. Especially with all of the overtime you’ve been working.” The two ate breakfast, Merula trying to hide how much she loved Lilian’s cooking even if it was just eggs and oats. Maybe it was the fact that Lilian made them? Merula didn’t know, she just loved it. She actually once thought Lilian had somehow snuck love potion into her food just to get Merula to enjoy it, though it eventually ended when the two baked some cakes together. She thought of that with a laugh as the two went about cleaning dishes together. “What’s so funny Charmante?”

Merula smiled and shook her head. “Just remembering how much of a goof you are. Like that time with the cakes.”

“If I recall correctly, you were the one who dared me to send a golem with a cake to Mrs. Wilkinson across the way. You’re lucky we were still in the wizarding world back then or we would have been in some trouble.” Lilian replied with a smirk on her face now. The two giggled at their dumb ideas and fond times before going back to washing the dishes.

Once they were done, Lilian began to put everything away when she began to speak.

“So I was thinking… what if I had reservations to that new restaurant in Diagon Alley on christmas? Would you like to go?”

Merula looked up from her seat, curious and slightly confused. “What you mean like a date night? On christmas? What place is open on christmas, let alone for dinner?”

Lilian smiled, causing Merula to squint suspiciously. “Well I did say that it was a new restaurant. It’s a fancy kitchen that’s open every day of the year, but only at night. Everyone says that it’s run by vampires, but I think those are just rumors.”

Merula smiled and nodded. “Well, so long as it’s with you, I’d love to. So when are you going to get the reservations?”

Lilian grinned sheepishly. “Well, I made reservations a year ago. The waiting line is that long. But I hear their food is amazing.”

Merula sighed and shook her head. “You know, for being such a beautifully smart woman, you really are dense. Something this important, and no doubt expensive, should be planned out and everything. What if I was making dinner or we were going over to someone's house. You’d have made those reservations for nothing.”

Lilian smiled. “I mean, we don’t pay until we’ve eaten, so there’s no harm in missing the time.”

Merula sighed and kissed Lilian on the cheek. “Still, I’d rather you not have to miss those kinds of things.”

After several chores, the two sat on the couch for the rest of the day enjoying each others company. Merula was watching TV while Lilian was casually reading. The rest of the day was spent between the two silently enjoying each others company and occasionally laying atop each other.

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Merula stood in front of the mirror as she put in the two emerald ear studs in. The tiny gems glittered to compliment her simple black dress with green trim. Merula took a step back to look in the mirror, admiring her dress. Even though she had bought this dress back when she and Lilian had started dating, it hadn’t faded or lost any of it’s magnificence as the long dress stopped at her ankle; the straps crossing around her neck leaving her shoulder blades and shoulders exposed.

“You look stunning.” Lilian said as she wrapped her arms around Merula’s waist.

Merula’s face screwed into an expression of joy and embarrassment mixed into one. She still couldn’t get over how Lilian always so easily made her flush and hot under the collar.

“Well I would hope so. I bought this dress because it complimented my figure and looked amazing on me. Anyway… You look nice as well.”

Lilian smiled. She was wearing the dress Merula had bought her after their first date. A simple Navy Blue dress stopping above her knee with long sleeves covering her arms. Lilian touched her forehead to Merula’s, closing her eyes as they stayed like that for the next couple of minutes. “I’m really lucky to have you, Merula. I hope you know this.” Merula couldn’t help but feel her heart skip a beat at that statement. “Well obviously, Le’Reau. Who wouldn’t be changed by dating me? And besides, It’s not like I had eyes for anyone else. You’re the only goofy nerd for me.”

The two stepped back and looked into each others eyes, smiling before Merula kissed Lilian softly on the lips. “Now I believe we need to go or we’ll be late for our reservations, Le’Reau.”

Lilian smiled as she took Merula’s hand. “Don’t worry. I know a few shortcuts.” Soon they were out, driving in the car through the countryside, skipping past the city and it’s traffic to get to the restaurant on the other side of London. Merula looked out to see the stars twinkling alongside the city’s lights, a wonderful blend of warm and cool lights intertwined in a dance of colors. Merula smiled as the lights twinkled over the fresh dusting of snow over the grass, reminding her of her time at Hogwarts. The car ride went on for about thirty minutes, with only a few cars passing by on the road. It was rather peaceful, especially with the christmas bustle nearly settled.

Soon the two pulled up to the restaurant, Lilian opening Merula’s door before handing the keys to the valet. “Shall we?”

“You truly are a flirt, Le’Reau.” Merula said with a confident smirk as the two walked inside to be seated. Merula was enjoying everything about the evening, how cozy and intimate the venue was and how Lilian had set everything up. The snow, the lights, everything… It was amazing.

The two left the Restaurant, walking over to the park nearby. Merula tugged her coat close as Lilian walked beside her hand in hand.

Merula couldn’t help but notice Lilian was slightly squeezing her hand. They neared the lake and stopped, watching the lights dance on the waves of the water. The spot that they had first kissed. “It’s just how I remembered it.” Merula said, her tone wistful and reminiscent.

“Yeah, it is.”

Lilian turned to Merula, letting go of her hand. “I was hoping to say something that’s been on my mind…” Merula turned to Lilian, her heart catching in her chest. What was Lilian talking about? Was this the reason she’s been out for so long? Merula’s heart began racing as she watched her girlfriends every move. “We’ve been together for nearly five years, and I’ve had feelings for since we went to Hogwarts… You’ve seen my every low, every mistake and crisis… You helped me when I lost my arm, never left my side. Through everything we’ve seen and been through, I wouldn’t want any other partner” Lilian said, looking down to her left hand with a wistful smile. Merula watched as Lilian twisted her prosthetic hand off before continuing. “You’re strong, beautiful and resourceful. A star guiding my steps every part of the way. I wouldn’t want to… I couldn’t love any other woman in this world or any other. Merula Snyde-”

Lilian reached into her arm, pulling out a small black box. Lilian opened it, revealing an elegant yet simple ring with an Emerald in the intertwined bands of platinum, curled over the gem in an elegant setting.

“Will you Marry Me?”

Merula stared at Lilian, listening to her talk and pour her heart out for her. Merula hadn’t realized that she’d been holding her breath until this moment. She stared at her girlfriend, nearly dumbstruck as the snow lazily fluttered to the ground. Her face felt hot as something ran down her cheeks. She smiled, her tears curving down her face as she went to hug Lilian.

The two knelt there, laughing and crying together. “Yes! Yes Yes a million times Yes you oblivious Ravenclaw! Of course I’ll be your wife!” Merula finally said as she held her fiance. Lilian couldn’t contain her joy and soon broke down into tears as well as the two held the hug. The two soon went back to their car, a new ring around Merula’s finger and a grin on her face. “So I’m going to assume this is why you’ve been working so much overtime. This ring had to have cost-” “An arm and a leg?” Lilian said with a cheerful grin. “Ugh you are the worst Le’Reau…” Lilian kissed Merula softly in front of their car. “Whatever you say, Ms. Le’Reau.” Merula’s heart skipped at that. Ms. Merula Snyde Le’Reau… This was definitely the best day of her life.

Merula smiled before getting into the car with her fiance. The future was ahead for the both of them and, for better or worse, they’d face it together.

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afternoonpoppy · 5 years

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OH WHAT HAVE I DONE.

I meant to write a short little thing with a pair of new characters of mine and hiccups, and I wrote, uhh... A whole bunch of lore and character focus. And then some hiccups later on but mostly character focus. I’m so sorry.

Featuring the very good boy Allister, and Wolfram, a spellcaster from another world who got reverse isekai’d who has found himself stuck in this strange little world called Earth thanks to magic shenanigans. (Maybe I’ll write the actual story of how these two met at some point but it’d probably be pure plot and no hics sooo I’ll probably make note of that if I do it)

The sun had already faded for the day, the approaching winter leaving no light even in the evening sky. Allister shut the front door behind himself quickly to preserve the warmth inside his small home as he entered. Taking off his coat and scarf, hanging them up on the rack by the door, he surveyed the interior and saw no sign of activity on the first floor. He left his boots at the door as well, not wanting to track dirt inside, and made his way to the stairs at the back of the house to find the second floor - consisting of a simple hallway and doors leading to two rooms - to be almost as quiet as the first.

The presence of another soul in the house was betrayed, however, by a faint musical tune originating from behind one of the doors. Allister stepped up to the door and knocked gently first, waiting for a response.

"Come in," the response came after a moment, muffled by the wooden door and walls. Allister opened the door to look inside what had once simply been a spare storage room.

Small motes of multicolored light hovered about the room, occasionally shifting from a simple spherical shape to vaguely resembling different animals. Some were perched on the eclectic bookshelves Allister had recently furnished the room with, grabbing at different books and journals from the slowly-growing collection in the room and depositing them on the desk that sat at the room's back wall.

Seated in a chair by the desk, facing away from the door, was the highly-occupied, slim-framed young man that had requested the room be converted into a study, to begin with. He was positioned leaned over the desk, focusing his attention on furiously scribbling notes over sheets of paper and flipping through the books. Allister's old portable radio seemed to be the source of the music, sat atop the desk.

"Wolfram?" Allister addressed gently, feeling unsure if his presence was welcome in the room.

Wolfram turned, placing down the pen he'd been writing with as he looked at Allister. "You're home early, aren't you?"

Allister wondered just how long Wolfram had been caught up in his work. "I'm actually a bit late getting back - it's almost six."

"Oh." Wolfram glanced out the window of the study's back wall, furrowing a brow in thought.

Allister stepped into the room, taking care not to get in the way of any of the motes floating around. "Is the radio working out well for you?"

Wolfram nodded, idly turning down the radio. "It's easy enough to operate." He didn't say much else though, still staring out the window.

"Well... I'm guessing you didn't make as much progress as you wanted?" He gestured to the notes and scattered books on the desk. He didn't honestly understand what any of it was, but he did gather that it was a complex arcane matter.

Wolfram continued to stare out the window. "No. No, I suppose not." He sounded tired, and... disheartened.

Allister didn't care to hear his unorthodox roommate sounding like that, and found himself wracking his brain for some way to help. "Well, in that case... How about dinner? You must be exhausted, I'll bet the break and food will do you some good."

Wolfram's gaze lingered on the window a moment longer, then turned back to the desk, leaning over one of the books and letting his red hair hide his face from Allister's view. "It's fine, I am not hungry." At that moment, however, it seemed Wolfram's stomach was quite ready to disagree, letting out just loud enough of a growl to be heard by the pair. Wolfram visibly tensed up, likely hoping his stomach's complaints weren't so easily noticed.

Allister opted not to address it directly, instead softly reiterating, "A break will be good for you, Wolfram."

Wolfram responded with a tired sigh, but gave in and looked to face Allister. "Fine, but I want something freshly made, none of that packaged 'instant' meal nonsense you have in the pantry."

Allister shrugged. "They're not so bad. Besides, they're faster to make."

Wolfram shook his head, giving a look of disdain and repeated, "Something fresh tonight."

"Alright, alright, if you insist."

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Per Wolfram's request, Allister went exploring through his refrigerator to find ingredients for a home-cooked meal, coming to the realization he had just enough for a sweet & sour chicken recipe. It would take a bit of time to make, but that did give him an excuse to keep Wolfram away from the study for a bit longer.

"So... What exactly are these little guys, anyway?" Allister asked, shooing a curious light-mote-rabbit-bird away from the chicken cooking in the pan.

"They are spirits, as I believe I mentioned once before," Wolfram answered rather unhelpfully from the kitchen table where he sat. He did seem to enjoy watching Allister cook.

"No, I meant, what... what are they? Like... If I ask 'what's a cat' and someone says they're animals that eat mice and purr and knock things off of tables."

"I see..." Wolfram thought on that for a moment. "Apologies, I often forget most humans don't interact with them often. In short, they are the product of magic in the environment that has gathered in a comparatively dense concentration and spent much time interacting with a particular natural aspect, such as a plant or a pond. From there, the dense magic that has gathered forms into one entity and gains a will of its own, which is now a spirit."

Allister glanced over at Wolfram with an expression that was uncertain at best.

"Hm, alright... Think of it this way; if you crack an egg onto that pan and expose it to the heat, it would change, yes?"

"You would have a fried egg."

"Yes. If magic gathers together and interacts with an aspect of the environment instead of heat, the same concept happens."

"You get fried magic?" Allister couldn't help but grin at his own joke if you could call it that, while Wolfram stared back with an eyebrow raised.

"It changes," Wolfram said, "and becomes a spirit."

"I... think I understand." Allister didn't understand, unsure if for his own faults or if Wolfram was simply a poor teacher, but moved on to a new question. "Are they intelligent?"

"About as much as an animal. They can follow simple commands, so I call them to my side for basic assistance."

"So they're... Sort of like your familiars?" Allister asked, calling on what little terminology he knew from pop culture.

"Similar in concept, yes. Though they have poor attention spans so it is best to have multiple around rather than relying on one and hoping that it does not grow bored." Wolfram absentmindedly placed a hand over his stomach as it growled once more for food. Allister wondered if the poor thing had remembered to eat lunch while he was away, as he was noticing Wolfram tended to ignore such things when wrapped up in work like he was today.

"Dinner will be ready soon."

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Once the promised meal was prepared, a hearty helping of rice and chicken, Allister placed a plate on the table in front of Wolfram who immediately perked up at the sight and smell of the food. Allister sat down in the other chair with his own plate, idly asking, "So... You can cast magic?"

Wolfram was already shoveling forkfuls of food into his mouth by the time the question was asked. For someone with such small stature, he had displayed a voracious appetite when presented with food he liked, which seemed to be any of Allister's home-cooked meals. Though Allister couldn't quite tell if that was more due to Wolfram's tendencies to neglect the need for food.

Before taking another bite of food, Wolfram paused to answer the question with a confused tone. "Did we not establish this when we first met? The day you found me in your cellar? Having been transported to your world by magic? I have experience with the subject, yes."

"I mean, yeah, I know," Allister said in defense. "What I mean is... I didn't know magic was even a thing until then. And, well, you showed me that light spell you can cast, and I see the spirits..." Allister paused, suddenly second-guessing if he was about to overstep a boundary. Stories always talked about responsible usage of magic, was there some sort of magic etiquette he was ignoring?

Wolfram, on the other hand, seemed far less concerned, commenting between bites of food, "You want to see me cast a spell?"

"Is - is that alright?" Allister couldn't deny how curious he was about magic and what Wolfram could do with it.

"Well, I suppose, given how helpful you've been, some demonstration of my skill is a reasonable request." Wolfram exaggerated his tone as if the request were plain and tedious, but even Allister could tell Wolfram was playing it up. The young spellcaster clearly liked the attention.

Wolfram pushed aside his plate, which he'd already almost emptied completely, and began tracing a finger along the table's surface. As he did, he whispered a quiet string of words which Allister could not understand but had come to know to be the spell's incantation - the 'magic words' that made the spell work. Following Wolfram's finger along the table was a sparkling trail of light formed, leaving shapes and patterns on the surface of the table. Allister watched, mesmerized by the glow of the lines.

"It's a simple spell," Wolfram said, pausing in the spell's incantation, no new trails of light being drawn as he spoke. "The lines will eventually fade on their own if not refreshed, or with my command -" he whispered another spell phrase and waved a hand over the lines, causing them to vanish, " - which makes them ideal for writing if I want to keep it private."

"Or if you don't have a pen and paper," Allister chimed in. "What else can you do?"

"Hm... Ah, yes." Wolfram turned his focus to a small clock hung up on the wall, accompanying another incantation with a hand motion that the clock responded to by levitating off of the wall on its own accord.

"You can do that?!" Allister watched in amazement as the clock floated through the air at Wolfram's command. "I always thought things would be so much easier if I could move things around with my mind. Uh, or magic, in this case."

A slight grin began to spread over Wolfram's face. "Naturally, the use of magic makes numerous tasks quite a bit - hic!"

With a sudden hiccup, Wolfram's spell was interrupted and the clock clattered to the floor, startling Allister.

"Are you alright?" Allister asked, seeing that even Wolfram himself looked surprised by the abrupt interruption.

"Um, yes, I -" Another 'hic!' cut off Wolfram and jumped through his body, and he clasped a hand over his mouth, cheeks tinted red from embarrassment.

Allister held back a smile - seeing Wolfram so flustered was endearing in a way, but he didn't want his reaction mistaken for teasing by the younger man. "It's alright, Wolfram. You did eat a bit fast, didn't you?"

"I..." Wolfram kept his hand over his mouth, muffling another hiccup, then admitting, "Your cooking is quite good." He moved his hand to his stomach and added, "Perhaps... Perhaps you are not incorrect, however."

Allister frowned. "Does your stomach hurt?"

Wolfram didn't answer, sheepishly avoiding eye contact as he struggled and failed to quiet his hiccups. The way he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, however, told Allister that he was also 'not incorrect' about that guess as well. "Would you like to lie down for a bit?"

Wolfram hesitated, then said, "No, it's - hic - it's fine. It will pass soon, I'm sure, and I should be getting back to wor - hic!" After that last hiccup rudely forced its way into the conversation, Wolfram did not bother to finish the thought and sighed with frustration instead.

"Wolfram, I think you've been working hard enough as it is. It's fine for you to take a break for the night if - "

"It is not fine, Allister!" Wolfram suddenly shouted, causing Allister to flinch at the abrupt change in attitude. "It is not - hic - it is not..." Wolfram slumped over the table, defeat in his tone as he spoke now. One hand remained protective over his stomach, the other gripping the side of his head through his hair.

"Wolfram?" Panicked with concern, Allister found himself standing up from his chair and rushing to the other side of the table before he knew what he was doing. Gently rubbing Wolfram's back in an effort to calm him despite a hiccup or two fighting against the contact, Allister spoke softly, "Hey, hey, what's going on? You can talk to me, Wolfram, it's alright." Once Allister noticed what he was doing, he feared the contact would be inappropriate but was surprised to see Wolfram not only accept it but lean towards Allister.

"I'm... I'm sorry," Wolfram suddenly said.

"What? What for?"

"For lying." Wolfram lifted his head from the table to meet Allister's gaze. "I'm not - hic - I'm not the powerful wizard I wanted you to think of me as. I was still an apprentice in training before - hic - before all of this."

Allister was taken aback by the confession. It wasn't so much Wolfram's status as apprentice that surprised him, Allister hadn't really thought about how powerful Wolfram was, but surprise to hear Wolfram thought this image of himself was so crucial. "Wolfram, I.. I don't think any less of you for that. I still think it's amazing that you can do these things."

"Of course you do, you're amused by simple light and - hic - levitation spells."

"I'll try not to take any offense to that," Allister deadpanned.

"I've spent this time in your home focusing so much on my magic. Yet I cannot - hic - I cannot levitate a clock without dropping it from something as minor a nuisance as - hic!"

Allister nodded sympathetically, switching from rubbing Wolfram's back to gentle pats, unsure which would be more helpful at the moment. "So, um, if you don't mind me asking, what have you been doing in the study?"

"You recall the books we found in the cellar?"

Allister nodded. The day the pair had met, they had also located several tattered books hidden away in the cellar which Wolfram had claimed to hold some value and added to his growing book collection upstairs. "You said they were some sort of... arcane records?"

Wolfram hiccuped. "They were remaining journals from the mentor I studied under. I've been attempting to read through them to continue my studies. Unfortunately, it - hic - it is no simple matter, so doing this without a mentor is not an easy task."

"I see... And I guess it's not exactly easy for you to just find someone else to teach you, huh?"

Wolfram sighed, leaning to the side and letting his weight rest against Allister's chest. "Is... this alright?"

Allister felt warmth rushing to his cheeks at the contact. "Uh, yeah, that's fine. You sure you don't want to lie down, though?"

"I suppose," Wolfram answered. He stood up, allowing himself to be guided to the living room couch by Allister. Allister felt bad that the only bed he was able to offer in his modest home was the couch with some spare pillows and blankets, but Wolfram had insisted the meager accommodations were fine. That seemed to hold true here as well, as Wolfram wasted no time in making himself comfortable, one arm still draped over his stomach and hiccups jolting his body every few seconds, and yet, he was able to lie down suitably well.

"Do you want some medicine for your stomach?" Allister asked.

"I do not - hic - care for medicine." Wolfram tucked his legs in just enough to allow space for someone to sit on the other end of the couch. "If you'd like, however, I... I do find your company helpful." He buried his face in one of the pillows as he spoke, hiding from eye contact.

"Oh, I..." Allister was unsure of what to say, feeling that warmth return to his face. He was starting to realize, despite this perhaps being a poor time for it, that he did also enjoy Wolfram's presence. Allister accepted the invitation and sat down. "If, um, if you want, I don't mind if you stretch your legs out again."

Wolfram unburied his face from the pillow to look at Allister, gauging if he should or not, then stretched his legs out over Allister's lap. "This is fine?"

"Mm-hm." Allister nodded. "Hey... I know you're worried about the magic thing, but I think you'll do fine."

Wolfram hiccuped and autopiloted a nod.

"But, I don't know, studying on your own can be really hard, so... If I can help at all..."

"You want to help me - hic - study magic?"

"Well, I - I know I have no idea how any of this works or anything, but -"

"I might appreciate the help," Wolfram mumbled, sounding notably drowsy. "For now, I... think some - hic - some rest... sounds..."

Wolfram failed to finish the sentence and Allister noticed the poor thing had already fallen asleep. Allister watched the steady rise and fall of Wolfram's chest, which was occasionally interrupted by stubborn hiccups that amazingly failed to wake him. As Allister's gaze lingered, he realized something else about Wolfram - he was cute.

Allister grabbed a blanket from where it lay on the back of the couch and did his best to spread it out over Wolfram while trapped under his legs. It wasn't the best job Allister had ever done, but Wolfram didn't seem picky at the moment. Softly, Allister whispered, "Goodnight."

#wolfram and allister #poppy writes #hiccups

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nevergiveupneverrun · 5 years

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Bodyguard- Chapter Thirty-seven “Private world” Part One

Hello, I hope you’re all doing great and that you’re happy. Here is chapter thirty-seven of my Story Bodyguard. I’m so sorry for not posting for a long time, I was busy and I didn’t find time to translate it... but here I am now with a new chapter.

I’m sorry by advance for the mistakes… English isn’t my first language and I do my best. Here is the link of the previous chapter because it’s been a long time since the last update: Click Here.

I hope you will enjoy this chapter :) 💛

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- Well, that’s it, can I go down? I launched from the floor.

- Owen, you were told not to go down or approach the kitchen before 8:30 pm! Exclaims Rosie from the ground floor. And what time is it?

I sigh while taking a look at my watch, 8:25pm… I still had to wait five minutes.

It had been three hours since I was cloistered in my room. I had invited Rosie to dinner with us, but I had not foreseen her legendary imagination and her sense of initiative.

She had suggested spending time with Amelia and preparing dinner… but on a very specific condition that I don’t take a look at their preparations… I had given in to my greatest despair now, but if that could change Amelia’s ideas… and I knew that Rosie had all the qualities for that.

My gaze remains fixed on my clock-radio near my bed, focused on watching the minutes scroll… and finally, see the time of my deliverance ring.

I almost dreaded the evening because Rosie’s conundrums intrigued me. I knew her spontaneity and I was just hoping she did not think too much about Amelia and me… I didn’t want to relive embarrassing moments from my past. Especially episodes of my teenage years when Rosie could not be more insistent…

Thinking back to this period of my life, my apprehension goes up a little more than a notch while the time is displayed in red numbers on the dial of my clock-radio: 8:30pm… the time of my deliverance...

I get up from my bed while laughing inside, mocking myself.

To fear a simple little evening that Rosie was able to prepare. When I think back to missions that I was able to assume in the past… I was sometimes pathetic…

I take a look in the mirror of my wardrobe and breathe a great blow, replacing the collar of my shirt properly. I had made an effort for the evening and I was practically doing my usual bodyguard look, tie less.

I open the door to my room and go down the stairs without telling me or check that I could actually get out of my hiding place: I’ve been waiting for quite a long time.

As I go down the stairs, I quickly notice in my field of vision that the table in the living room is ready for dinner: cutlery for three and a vase that stands… revealing white and pink peonies.

I find the floor leaving the last step and the silhouette of Rosie appears immediately leaving the kitchen, hands loaded with two dishes.

- You are impossible…

- Rosie, it’s 8:30pm… I can come officially, I reply smiling.

- Yes, I grant you and I see that you left your jeans and your t-shirt… flattered that you made an effort for this dinner… or maybe for something else, right? She asks with a wink.

I hold her gaze for a few moments when a movement behind her catches my attention.

Another silhouette that comes forwards and that I know perfectly… and what strikes me first is her outfit. Like an air of déjà vu and yet, I don’t have the memory of having seen anybody wear it.

Amelia is indeed dressed in a short aqua dress… a dress in a hook.

And it is this detail that revives my memories. This dress I had already seen but never finalized.

It was one of the last creations my mother had worked on, but she had never finished.

I take a surprising look at Rosie, who smiles at me briefly, and her gaze, which is coming down: it’s her who completed this creation of my mother and offered it to Amelia. I look back at Amelia and discover her again: this dress seemed made for her, like a second skin, subtly marrying all of her curves and unveiling her legs. I look up at her face and it’s a second surprise: her hair is subtly curly, place on both sides of her shoulders, her eyes are magnified by a makeup perfectly tuned to the color of her eyes, which stand out as two stars, and her lips are dressed in a light red which draws them perfectly… no doubt that Rosie was behind all that, but nothing to complain about.

The result was spectacular…

A throat clearing me out of my contemplation and I discovered Amelia, in front of me, a little uncomfortable under my fixation.

- Rosie helped me get ready for tonight…

- I didn’t have much to do sweetie… I have very little merit…

- I think the opposite, Rosie, you have…

- You are very beautiful, Amelia, I resume by cutting her off.

She stops and looks at me, then quickly looks down, almost embarrassed as I see a light pink color her cheeks.

- Thank you… she whispers as she continues to move towards the table, a bottle of water and the breadbasket in her hand.

I watch her evolve in the room, fascinated by the grâce that emanates from her.

She then sits slightly to one side before turning completely face to the table and my breath is cut literally.

The dress releases all of her back until the small of the back, and my heart accelerates a little more than I realize that she doesn’t wear a bra under these centimeters of the crochet stitch.

- If we went to the table, kids!

I turn my head to Rosie, her voice cutting into my thoughts that were wandering dangerously.

I follow Rosie to the table and empty my head for a few seconds, before settling.

- Now, you’ll thank us for waiting three hours.

- Oh yes, and why?

- For that! Rosie launches eagerly as she uncovers the lid of the two dishes she has brought.

And I understand better what she is referring to because what I have before me is one of my favorite dishes… one of those I shared with my father and we had found many times to eat here with family.

- Not disappointed, your tastes have not changed so much?

- No, don’t worry! Fillet of duck breast with honey, it remains one of my weaknesses. And tell me, it is what I believe or is it an ordinary gratin Dauphinois?

- Ordinary… not really because it’s the famous gratin with truffle, you know I have the recipe too!

I smiled at her and I was already salivating in front of this feast.

Waiting and impatience had almost completely disappeared at this moment.

- Besides for the gratin, it’s not me who did it. You’ll thank Amelia… same for the dessert…

I meet Amelia’s eyes on my right.

She looks at me smiling, with a little hint of fun in her eyes.

- Since you have prepared everything and thank you for all this work, I do the service!

I get up and equip myself with spoons and I distribute the portions to these ladies, before serving my turn.

A religious silence echoes while we enjoy our first bite but my pleasure leads me to break it quickly.

- Hum, it’s divine… always so good, it’s been a long time since I had eaten.

- Do you like it, Amelia? Rosie asks on my left.

- It’s very good Rosie, the meat is succulent. I’m not used to eating duck but’s it’s really a marvel.

- And I must congratulate you for the gratin… the balance between truffle and potato is perfect. I am relieved that you like it so much… you must know that it is Amelia who insisted that we cook one of your favorite meal Owen!

I stare at Rosie briefly and she completes her statement.

- At first, I wanted to cook something she likes, but she told me it was your turn… It seems that you did her cooking… she finished in a tone full of implied, that I know her well.

- It seems so, I answer, looking at Amelia.

- You never cooked for me, Owen. You’d have to tell me what’s so special about Amelia, Rosie replies in a laugh.

- Yes, I’d have to tell you.

I smile, satisfied to have cut short the teasing of Rosie, leaving the mystery floating, without revealing me unnecessarily.

- Always so secretive… I don’t know if you managed to see right through him, Amelia, but Owen is one of the most mysterious men I’ve ever known… I know that after joining the army, he joined special units, but he never wanted to tell me the precise service, the missions in which he participated… where we sent him and for what…

She turns to me and stares at me before I resume.

- I saw it five years ago, that you had experienced something traumatic…

- Rosie, I told you several times that I could not tell you everything… that’s the rule and it’s for your safety.

- Excuse me… but it works me it’s stronger than me… you’re what I have dearest since the death of my Georges…

- I know, Rosie, I answer, furtively taking her hand.

She had her share of misfortunes to live also on her side and she was the closest person to a mother and a family that I now have.

- But don’t worry about me, please.

I leave her eyes after smiling shyly at her.

Her sincere concern touched me, I had never been able to explain to her what I was doing… and even after leaving the special forces, I had not told her that I had converted to bodyguards. A trade with fewer secrets but just as dangerous and I did not want to feed unnecessarily her anxieties.

I find the look of Amelia who observes us with interest and compassion.

Rosie quickly changes the subject, troubled by the moment we had just exchanged and she speaks freely for the next fifteen minutes of the region where we were: praising with passion the nature around us and her desire to preserve this little piece of paradise.

Amelia and I listen attentively until we finish with the plate, and I get up immediately to clear.

- So, where is this famous dessert?

- I’ll get it, says Amelia, getting up already.

- Out of the question, Amelia, you are invited to these places. I’ll go! Owen come help me, says Rosie.

I go to the kitchen, hands loads with two dishes already well-opened duck breast and gratin that I cover with their cover.

Rosie opens the oven in parallel and pulls out a cake pan.

The famous dessert of Amelia.

- She knows you well to know that you’re a crazy of chocolate… Rosie whispers by my side.

- There are things difficult to hide, you know. Thank you for this meal, Rosie, and thank you for taking care of her, I have the impression that you knew how to change her mind taking care of her like that.

- Don’t thank me, this young woman is adorable and I had a great time with her.

I remain silent a few seconds before ending up asking her the question that had been run through my mind for over an hour.

- You never told me you had finished mum’s dress?

She does not respond directly, pretending to be focused on unmolding the cake.

I keep my attention on her, waiting patiently for my answer.

- She was not finished, two days ago, you know… I still had some stichs to do. I never had the strength to finish it, knowing that your mother would never wear it… but when I saw Amelia at the market with this lace dress on her, I went back to it and I finished it… I knew someone could wear it, someone, worthy of your mother’s memory.

- Thank you, Rosie, it touches me a lot, you know…

- And I could see that you like a lot this dress… she replies in a laugh.

It was the spitting image of Rosie, able to change the atmosphere in a second.

She moves away with the cake unmolded and cut into a large plate in the direction of the living room.

I join after a few seconds and find my place at the table, my dessert plate already filled with a generous slice.

- No, thank you, Rosie, I don’t think I have more space, Amelia answers as Rosie prepares to serve her.

- Are you sure? It would be a shame not to taste your own dessert.

- No, really, I have already eaten enough.

- If you’re not hungry anymore, I don’t insist, but I hope it’s not up to the stupid diktats of fashion that reign in our day. Owen, reassure me, you don’t feed this nonsense!

- She does not have to worry, her silhouette is perfect, she knows it… it will be necessary that you really taste it, I resume turned towards Amelia, it is just excellent.

- A tip, Amelia: keep an eye on him, he would be able to eat it all! I know those eyes there, says Rosie.

Amelia laughs heartily at this remark and I follow her with enthusiasm, touched by this irruption of her joie de vivre.

- He is formidable, but you have noticed, I am sure… his eyes have pretty incredible power. When he was little, he was able to have everything he wanted with just those two little pupils. I’m sure you’re still using it when you need it.

- Rosie…

- His father had the same eyes, Amelia, you know, resume Rosie turning to the singer. That’s what made her mother fall for him. You told her, Owen, how did your parents meet?

- I’m not sure it interest Amelia, I answer, starting to clear when I was done with my slice of cake.

- I am sure of the opposite, replies Rosie.

I head for the kitchen with plates and cutlery in my hands, while hearing Rosie’s voice coming to me. I preferred to stay away from the conversation. Of those memories that Rosie was going to revive.

- Owen’s father was a guitarist, a genius guitarist, really. At the time, he was in a group that was looking for a voice to accompany them. Evelyn, Owen’s mother, was a young stylist, who worked in a studio but whose true passion was music… and she had come to this audition.

She was not selected, the group dissolved a few days later, but the love, at first sight, had taken place. At first sight. Evelyn told me this first meeting several times… she had been mesmerized by this look, and apparently, the effect was just as reciprocal… they are no longer left the thirty years that followed.

I place the dishes in the sink while listening to the story of Rosie that brings me back to another era, which revives the memory of these two beings so important in my life.

- They had special alchemy between them. They were able to communicate without talking to each other… so much happened in their eyes… it was disturbing to see two people in symbiosis… the kind of couples who make you think we all have our other half… connected to life, to death…

Rosie’s voice gradually fades on these last words.

I stare at my hands in the sink, eyes in wander. The minds elsewhere on this end that she mentions, on these two losses that touched me so hard.

A silence of a few seconds sounds like deafening…

- Owen’s mother was a singer?

Amelia’s voice suddenly rises, and I’m surprised by the interest that comes out of her question… the interest in my own story.

- She was singing divinely well… a pure voice, a real angel’s voice… but she has never realized this passion. She lived it a little proxy through her husband, who was a formidable musician. But I think this environment scared her and as soon as Owen was born, it was even more incompatible for her to be a mom and an artist. At the time, it was different you know, artists were not recognized as today, they were considered more marginal, and it was even harder for a woman. So she continued working as a stylist, quickly designing her own creations, but she sang regularly… I heard her dozens of times, in this house, to mix her voice with the guitar…

- It must have been beautiful, I’m sure… this house is full of vibrations, moments of sharing, moments in family…

- This house is special, it has marked so many stages in the life of Owen’s parents. A place they fell in love with… a place where their love has become stronger… this house is sweating love, I’m sure you feel it.

And I know that’s why Owen comes back when he needs to recharge his batteries.

It’s his little private world…

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Thank you for reading. I hope you like this chapter! The plates in this chapter are french and if you don’t know it, please taste it, it’s so excellent! 💛

#bodyguard #greysanatomy #fanfic #omelia fanfiction #fic #omelia #omeliafics #amelia shepherd #owen x amelia #amelia x owen #Owen Hunt

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geewithluv · 4 years

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◁ becoming a couple ▷

Ｐａｉｒｉｎｇ：OT7 x Female OC’s

Ｗａｒｎｉｎｇｓ：mentions of sex

ＷｏｒｄＣｏｕｎｔ：2.5k

Ａ／Ｎ： « this belongs in my headcanon universe and you can read the other parts in the masterlist, the description of the characters is [here] so you get a summary of who they are. »

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Jin had only known Penelope for a couple of weeks when he decided he was going to officially ask her out on a date. The guys worried that it might be too soon and maybe he should wait longer. Yoongi, the only one dating at the time, had waited about 6 weeks before asking Arabella out and they spent almost every day together in the studio. Jin didn’t care. He had spent enough time with Penelope and had texted her every chance he could.

BigHit took kindly to Jin getting close with Penelope, her parents were well known in the business which is how she got so successful so quickly. But she could hold her own and knew that ‘all publicity is good publicity’ is bullshit. So they weren’t very worried.

Jin invited Penelope over one night to cook after arguing over who would be a better cook. Both deciding the other would win that competition. Jin cited the fact that Penelope owned restaurants but she insisted that it didn’t mean she was anywhere near the level of the chefs she hired and answered that Jin cooks for fun not for work meaning he’s got a little more passion.

This was a date idea he was not going to pass up.

After dinner the two sit on his sofa, sipping some wine. “I told you, you’re the better cook.” Penelope said.

“Nope, it’s definitely you. You sauteed those vegetables so good I’d sue you if you never made them again.”

“The vegetables? Did you try your sauce? I’m gonna steal that recipe from you, Ocean’s Eleven style.” She laughed, setting her wine glass down.

“I can give it to you… on one condition.”

“Playing hard to get with a barbeque sauce, I see.” She teased. “What’s your condition, Kim Seokjin?” She used her best ‘negotiation’ voice, making Jin laugh.

“You’ve gotta be my girlfriend.”

“Well, this is, by far, the easiest business deal I’ve ever made. I can agree to your condition.”

Jin responded by leaning over and kissing her which then turned into ‘consummating the relationship’

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Yoongi dabbled with the idea of writing Arabella a song. It’d be a little cliche but maybe she’d like a bit of cliche. But the more Yoongi thought about it, the worse the idea seemed.

She’s a producer and songwriter. That’s a whole different level of pressure for a good confession song. What if she analyzes it and thinks he should’ve changed things. It can’t be anything short of perfect, and she knew perfect songs. Yoongi wasn’t even sure she could chill enough to just listen to a song without thinking so much about the lyrics and the beat.

It wouldn’t work. Not for her.

So he toyed with some other ideas. He wasn’t one for big gestures and she didn’t care much either. But then, Yoongi thought, is it even a big deal? Like he was just asking her to date him. It wasn’t a marriage proposal. If he went too far he’d have to outdo himself for a proposal… that’s when he knew he was in deep. Already thinking about having to have a better marriage proposal. He cursed Bang PD for hiring that perfect woman and also thanked him for hiring that perfect woman.

As he sat in thought, Arabella came into the studio. He had given her the passcode one day when she had forgotten her jacket in there and he decided that he couldn’t be bothered to let her in when he was focused. That was his excuse, it was really cause he wanted her to just walk in and help and have that level of trust.

“Hey, I brought sandwiches from that place down the street. Turns out that pizza place is closed on Wednesdays for like 3 hours. Crazy, right?” She sat down a bag. Yoongi looked over at her, her curly hair was pulled into a bun with a bandana around her head. She was wearing a sweatshirt and leggings. Cozy and ready to work.

This was them. Cozy, ‘lazy clothes’, eating food, complaining about the pizza place’s weird hours.

“Earth to Yoongi.” She snapped her fingers. He looked up. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

“Will you be my girlfriend?” He answered her with a question. She blinked at him a couple of times.

“What? I mean sure, yeah, totally. Yes. I mean yes.” She stammered. Yoongi smiled and gave a simple nod, grabbing the bag of food, leaving her with a slight blush on her cheeks trying not to giggle in happiness.

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Charlotte walked into her studio to see a vase full of flowers sitting on her receptionist’s desk. “Who are these for?” She asked. No one really sent flowers to her studio after a competition and they didn’t even win. Charlotte sighed, reading the card. Charlotte, your groups did amazing yesterday. I hope you’re so proud of yourself and not just them. Let me treat you tonight?

-Hobi

“He’s in the studio, by the way.” Her receptionist, Jeni, came in from the back room.

“He’s what?” Charlotte wasn’t quite sure Jeni was okay in the head. The woman nodded over toward the room. Charlotte, quick on her feet, made her way into the room where Hoseok was dancing along to a song.

“Thought you were busy promoting?” She said, breaking him from the song. He smiled and wrapped her up in a hug.

“I’ll never too busy to come and see you.” He promised. “Did you like the album?”

“I told you I did.” She reminded him. “It’s great. Not surprised though.” She said with a smirk.

“Wanted to see you when you said it.” He explained, lowering his head to kiss her lips softly.

“This is why Jeni thinks you’re my boyfriend.” Charlotte laughed softly, shaking her head in bashfulness, her thick curls moving with her.

“Would that be bad?” He asked, she met his eyes, confused about what he meant. “Would it be bad if I was your boyfriend?”

“Do you… want… to be my boyfriend?” She asked hesitantly. She felt a little silly for asking, sure they kissed and talked as often as they could. But maybe they’re just casual… that’s what she convinced herself anyway.

“Yeah.” He stated as if it was obvious. “So, what do you say?”

“I say… you’re my boyfriend now.” She giggled, making Hobi respond by pulling her up off the floor in a hug.

“Hobi!” She screams in delight as he laughed. “Put me down!” He obliged, kissing her the second her feet hit the ground again.

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“Splatter paint.” Was the first thing Namjoon said when he walked into Joanna’s studio but it was really a bedroom in her two-bedroom apartment that had been converted.

“Oh, you’re here!” She turned to look at him. Wiping her hands off on her ‘painting pants’ that she claimed she’d hand down to future kids or put in a museum if she got famous. “I must’ve gotten carried away.” She glanced at the time.

“It’s fine. I like watching you work.” He assured her as she walked out citing the fumes not being good to chill in.

“I like to splatter paint when I’m upset. Do you want something to eat?” Namjoon found the way she moved topic to topic both endearing and slightly exasperating to keep up with.

“No, I’m fine. Why are you upset? Did something happen?”

“Remember my friend, Sooyi, the one who lost her mind when she found you came to my exhibit?” Joanna asked, Namjoon nodded. He remembered Joanna complaining that someone took photos of Namjoon at her exhibit because her social media notifications were going insane and her friends were also going insane. She didn’t complain for very long before asking if he was okay with his privacy being breached like that. That’s a key moment when he knew he’d be around her for a while. “Okay, so she’s really pissed off that I haven’t done something about the fact that I see you occasionally.”

“Something like what?” He was almost a little concerned.

“No idea. Marry you, murder you, scam you, tell fans your shoe size. I dunno.” Joanna pulled out a granola bar and unwrapped it.

“Well, I would rather you not murder or scam me and I’m not sure my shoe size would make for an interesting tabloid story. Also not sure about marriage but I’m open to dating.”

“Good, because I wasn’t planning on murdering or -- what?”

“I take it that wasn’t the best way to ask you out.” Namjoon internally cringed.

“You want to date me?” She asked, dropping her granola bar on the counter.

“Yeah.” He shrugged, he wasn’t quite sure if this was rejection or not.

“Me?”

“Yes.”

“Are you sick?” She walked over, placing her hands on his cheeks and forehead, checking for a fever.

“Lovesick?” He suggested with a smile.

“Are you insane? Why would you want to date me knowing full and well I’d agree and you’d be stuck with me!” She crossed her arms.

“Because I want to be stuck with you.”

“Fine. Now you’re stuck with me.” She teased, trying not to laugh.

“Wonderful.” He pulled her close to him, laughing.

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It’s been 3 months since Jimin met Harlow. They’ve spent the 3 months talking, texting, going out on dates, and having sex. And if anyone ever asked them out they’d say they were taken but that wasn’t completely true. They hadn’t actually discussed it despite acting so much like a couple that Jimin’s management gave him some tips on navigating a dating life as an idol.

After yet another long, passionate round of sex, too passionate for two people who aren’t in a relationship, Harlow asked as Jimin’s hands lazily trailed her curves. “What are we?”

“What do you mean?” Jimin propped himself up on his elbow.

“I mean,” she sighed, “we go out a lot, and we talk a lot,” Jimin nodded in agreement, “we end up in each other’s beds a lot,” Jimin laughed lightly as she said it, “but are we… dating?”

“What do you want, babe?” He asked, moving a hand from her hip to hold her freckled cheek.

“I wanna be yours. Yours and only yours.” She said, a slight pout on her lips that were puffy from rough kisses. “And I want you to be mine and only mine.”

“Then that’s what you’ll get.” He smiled, kissing her. “I’ll be yours, you’ll be mine. We’ll belong to each other.”

“Do you want that?” She asked, slightly unsure.

“Of course.” He looked into her eyes as if she could feel how serious he was. “I want nothing more than to call you my girl.” He confessed, she wrapped an arm around his neck to pull him back into a long kiss.

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“I cannot believe all of you have girlfriends for Christmas except Jungkook and me.” Taehyung complained as they sat in the dorms talking about upcoming schedules.

“We can have our own Christmas date, hyung.” Jungkook joked. Taehyung, not amused, threw a pillow at him.

“We’re not all having romantic Christmas’ anyway.” Yoongi shrugged. “Arabella’s going home for a bit so I won’t see her.”

“Why aren’t you going?” Jin asked, Penelope’s family had invited he and his family for a dinner.

“Her parents don’t like me.” He stated simply.

“Why?” Hoseok nearly jumped off the sofa.

“Cause they don’t like her. Anyway, that’s not the point. What about that girl, Tae, you guys aren’t dating yet?” Yoongi continued.

“No, I haven’t asked her out. I mean we met a couple of weeks ago, what if she thinks it’s too early?”

“It’s not like you’re going public with her. If it doesn’t work, oh well. Besides, you talk to her a lot considering how busy you are and you talk about her whenever you aren’t talking to her.” Namjoon reasoned, having just gone through something similar a couple of months ago.

“Just ask her. The worst-case scenario is she says no and you spend Christmas with Jungkook and Yoongi. The best-case scenario is she says yes and you have your first Christmas with a girlfriend.” Jin added on. Taehyung nodded, standing up, already prepared to go and ask Claire to date him.

It wasn’t even a full half-hour before he was at her door. “Hey! What’s going on?” She asked, letting him inside.

“I needed to ask you something.” He slid his coat off.

“Is it about the photos of Tannie? I can re-edit them if you want.”

“No, no.” He answered quickly. “They’re perfect. I, um,” he scratched the back of his neck, “wanted to know if you wanted to be my girlfriend. I guess this isn’t really romantic. But Christmas is coming up and it’s a couple’s holiday and I’d like to spend it with you.”

“I don’t need romantic.” She giggled. “This is perfect. Unplanned, seems impulsive, heart-felt, not cliche. It’s perfect. The answer is yes, by the way.” She explained and Taehyung rushed to hold her in his arms for the first time as his girlfriend.

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“I brought you coffee.” Jungkook says as soon as he enters Emmie’s office where fabric is thrown around every possible surface. He’s become used to the mess but it seems a little more hectic.

“You are a lifesaver.” She sighs happily, grabbing the warm cup from him.

“So I’ve been told.” He said, earning a soft punch in the shoulder. “What’s going on? You seem more flustered than usual.” Emmie groans loudly, setting the drink down on the floor, the only empty space.

“This client has been pissing me off, Jungkook.” She started sifting through some papers. “The guy insists that I fucked my way to this position and it’s really getting on my nerves.”

“Why are you still working with him?” Jungkook asked, genuinely confused.

“It’s a good gig. I can’t really afford to turn down big companies.”

“Okay…” Jungkook started to understand. “Why’d he hire you then? If he doesn’t think you’re capable?” Emmie didn’t respond for a moment. Then she looks up at him with her glittering hazel eyes and pointed at him.

“He’s convinced we’re dating. I tried to tell him we aren’t.” She sighed, sitting down in her chair as she found the paper she was looking for. “He didn’t believe me, said I’m ‘really committed to that NDA’ and I guess he thinks he can get to you through me or something. I don’t really know. All I know is he pays really well.”

“Why’d you tell him we aren’t dating?” Jungkook walked over to Emmie, standing behind her.

“Because we aren’t? I wasn’t going to lie to the guy.” Jungkook started massaging her neck and shoulders and a soft groan leaves her body.

“We could be.”

“We could be, but, we aren’t.” She stated.

“Do you want to?” He asked just as he pressed on a point that made Emmie’s body relax immensely.

“Is that your way of asking me to date you?” She chuckled. Jungkook hummed an affirmative. “It took you long enough.” She laughed, leaning back to look at him.

“Is that a yes?” He asked, his bunny smile very prominent.

“Mhm.” She spun the chair around to face him.

“Well now if that guy gives you any trouble again, tell him your boyfriend will personally come in to set the record clear on how deserving you are of your success.” Emmie agreed with a kiss.

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charactersoverkisses · 5 years

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Food on a budget- and not the shit they teach you in school

Okay children listen up, i recently went to a bunch of high school graduates leavers classes where they teach you real life shit. Ofc, me being the money conscious hoe that I am, went to the “food on a budget” where they were supposed to teach us how to eat on a budget. What did the teacher do? Get us to make a detox brocolli soup...

Clearly, she took, food on a budget as when you don’t want to spend 20 pounds on a meal. However, I was expecting, “when you literally have 10 pounds in the bank and you can only use 5 of them or the bank will start fining you, and it’s like 2 weeks until pay day” level of budget. So, I’ve decided to spread my (albeit limited) knowledge of what to do when you’re at that level of budget.

Okay, first things first, I know what is cheap in the country I live in, not where you live, so I’m sorry if soemthing i mention is absurdly expensive in your country.

1) this seems dumb but: LEARN TO STRETCH YOUR EGGS. My father will refuse to eat omlettes, scrambled eggs, French toast etc with milk in them, but that is how you stretch your eggs. I know you might add a little bit of milk or cream but (for me at least) a big ass jug of milk is cheaper than a 6 pack of eggs, so stick half the amount of eggs in you would usually use (I would use two so I use one) and then pour a hefty amount of milk in (like 1/4 of a cup). Boom now you have the same amount of food and double the amount of eggs left.

2) if you know that you might not be able to buy food for a while, then assess what you already have. That meat you didn’t like? Semi off fruit? Eat it. Eat that shit within the next few days. The fruit? Blend it, it’ll be fine in a smoothie. The meat? Suck it up, or shove it in a sandwich with some overpowering condiments so you can’t taste it. Next, you got any vegetable or meat scraps? Even like onion skin? Chuck it in a pot with some water and just let it simmer for a few hours. Then put it through a sieve and just keep the liquid in the fridge (or pour it into your ice cube tray) (you’ll thank me later). Then...

3) look at your non perishables, what do you have? Do you have oats? Or rice? Or pasta? If so then good!! Forget everything a lifestyle YouTuber has ever told you. Carbs fill you up, they’re slow burning and they’ll keep you fuller for longer. They 👏🏻 are 👏🏻 good 👏🏻

4) okay, so you’ve eaten all your perishables? You’ve assessed what you have in your pantry? Okay, now it’s time for you to spend that £5 in your bank account (after you raid your house and every pocket and bag you own to see if you have any more money, so let’s say you found another £3). What you want to do is buy shit that keeps you full and is cheap. What did we say about that? CARBS. Right, so get yourself a bag of oats, forget about the GMO crop spraying shit, you need food, so don’t buy the organic shit or the name brand stuff. Suck it up and get the cheapest, biggest bag you can find. And yes, sometimes this means doing maths (stay for a bit and I’ll teach you how to figure out which is better for the cost okay?? Okay). Those oats you picked up? They’re now your breakfast for a hot minute okay? Next, rice. That shit can be eaten for every meal, it’s boring as hell but if you get desperate enough stick some ketchup or jam or something on there if you can find some at the back of your fridge (tip: do you have a China market nearby? Or like any kind of Asian grocery store? Rice will be cheaper in there and you’ll get bigger bags) utilise it.

5) stay away from meat! Meat is usually expensive as hell anywhere you go but if you can find some janky ass, has just been reduced to hell and back because it expired yesterday, then buy it! If it’s a day or two old then it’s fine, dw you won’t die. Chill out, cook it real basic and and then cut it up into cubes. Pack them into your freezer in small ass portions and whenever you feel like you can’t eat any more rice or that you’re lacking some nutrients. Take them out, let it defrost for a bit and stick it in a pot with some seasoning and let it heat up for a bit then shove it in your rice. Remember that stock you made with your scraps? This is its time to shine!! Pour a little into your pot with your meat, it’ll give the rice and meat some flavour.

6) now it’s time for some maths bitches, you read6? Okay. This is the life saver here check the price of whatever you’re buying, let’s say it’s a bag of oats and it costs £3.50 and then check the weight of the bag let’s say it’s a 1kg bag. Convert that shit to grams, so that’s 1000 grams. Then do the price (3.5) divided by the weight (1000 grams). So, 3.5/1000 and that gives you 0.0035. That means that each gram of this oats is worth £0.0035 okay? So now you do the same with another bag of oats and you’ll see how much 1g of oats is in that bag. Then compare? Which is cheaper? Buy the cheaper one.

7) okay, i think I’ve exhausted my tips for what to do when you already have no money but what can you do when you’ve just been paid and you know you always end up short buy the end of the month? Basically, my main top is make a shot ton of soup and chilli and stews and that sort of thing, they’re pretty cheap to make and stock full of nutrients. Make double or even triple the quantity of what the recipe says (times everything by 2 or 3), eat a portion for dinner that night, leave a portion or two worth in your fridge, and freeze the rest. That means when you get to the end of the month and you start running out of food and money, you have some reserves in addition to everything I said above.

Idk if this was helpful, but if it taught one person, one thing then I’ll be happy.

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247onlinemarketing · 4 years

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Why I Got Started In Marketing

13 years ago I was lying in the bed listening to my daughter read her book to me... “Daddy wake up she said.”

“I’m sorry sweetie, Daddy is tired it’s been a long day at work.”

You see 13 years ago I was a single parent. I would take my daughter to daycare early so I could drive to get to work by 7:30 am. My commute was 35 minutes with no traffic, but because of the morning rush… it would take 41 minutes.

So, as a result, my daughter would be one of the first to arrive and because I had a long workday and had to deal with an even longer commute back home, she would be one of the last to be picked up.

So we would get home, I would cook dinner, usually a pasta dish…. that was quick and simple. Cooking is not something that I enjoy doing. I can do it, but I have no desire to cook, I would rather bake.

I enjoy baking the family recipe pancakes and apple pie. But we can’t eat pancakes and apple pie every day… So I was forced to cook pasta and the occasional salmon or tuna.

I remember putting my daughter to bed that night, thinking I have to find another way to earn the same amount of income but with less time spent.

As Robert Kiyosaki said in his Top Selling Book “Rich Dad Poor Dad” the pathway to wealth and financial freedom is operating in the Right Side of the Cashflow Quadrant. You can either be a business owner or an Investor. I’m currently on the left side, Employee

Well, needless to say, I started out as an Investor. Based on my default introvert personality… I figured investing is the better path to start. And plus I really didn’t have a business idea to start in the “Business” quadrant.

But man I lost money trying to invest…

So now, I have to find a way to make up the money that I lost…

How am I going to do that?

A second job is not a solution. My daughter is already in daycare for the near-maximum time allowed. The only solution I could think of is starting a business. I could start a home business and work on it at night and a few more hours on the weekends.

In my research in searching for a home business, I came across ways to market your business using internet marketing techniques. Which peaked a desire to learn more.

Around this time a buddy of mine was looking to start a race team and race shop. He’s been a racing fan all of his life. New every NHRA top dragster and crew chief. He grew up building engines with his father.

I volunteer to help market his race shop as a way to test this new-found knowledge of marketing online.

So once or twice a week, I would write a blog article talking about an upcoming race and the results of the past race. Also, I would write a press release article each week during racing season, announcing their attendance in the weekend race event. After about six weeks of consistently writing blog articles and press releases, I received a phone call from a local newspaper writer. He wanted to interview the race team owner.

I asked how he heard of the team.. and he mentioned he find out about us through one of the press release sites. Wow… that was amazing… This actually works.

The editor featured the race team in the local newspaper, which jump-started my buddies race shop business.

Now I had proof that this online marketing thing can work.

So I thought to have a business where I can help people market their business online would be a great business for me.

So I created my business in October of 2009. To help entrepreneurs market their business online.

By the time I finished planning my first marketing campaign using SEO strategy. The Google Slap occurred in 2010. Adwords cost increased significantly, the rules changed and now my plan that I created was obsolete. Old news, it would only work if I had a bunch of cash to invest in Google Adwords.

Which I did not, have the cash. And the credit cards were already maxed out from the multiple business and marketing training courses I purchased to accelerate my learning.

Thus entering me into a challenging period. The bright side is I was getting married in July of 2010, to a wonderful, God Fearing, Proverbs 31 women.

But at the same time, internally this added a lot of stress. I put all of my eggs in this business and now, I have no income to support my new wife and daughter.

You see in October of 2009, I left my current job to focus on starting the business and spend more time with my daughter. I had savings for 6 months and a passion. But guess what… savings was depleted and now, I have no income, savings, or credit to extend the venture.

My new wife was supporting us with her income from a new job.

But this just added more stress, because I desire to support my wife and family. And the end game was for her to be able to be at home and raise our children. We believe in having a parent at home to nourish and teach the children in the way they should go so when they get older they will not depart from it. And naturally, my wife is a better nurturer than me, so having her working while I was at home was depressing for me. But I was not ready to give up and quit the business.

I was on the verge of getting a new client, which occurred through good old fashion networking.

And to be honest, this bugged me as well, because how can I be an online marketer getting clients through means outside of online marketing. This was just more of a confidence deflator, which intern I didn’t feel worthy of pricing my service where it needed to be to support my family.

I lowered my price significantly, so when I did get a few new clients, the price barely covered my expenses and wasn’t much leftover to support the family.

However, the online strategy I did implement for them did work, which boosted my confidence, but it still didn’t boost my price.

And by this time my wife was 6 months pregnant and I had to make the decision, to put the business to the side and return to the workforce as an Employee.

It was a good decision, because it provided cash, health care, and allowed my wife to stay home with our children.

That stress was gone, but the reality is I failed at getting the business to the point to support us. I was unable to achieve the goal of generating enough income without sacrificing all of my good working hours as an employee.

That sense of failure wade on me, but as a husband and father, I had to make the sacrifice.

But the question was still in the back of my head… how do I make this business work, grow it to the point where I can eventually have it as my main source of income.

I know all of the tactical marketing strategies, but when I try them, I’m still not getting the results I need online. By this time the internet is saturated with online marketing agencies. There is a lot of competition.

However, when I get in front of my ideal client in person through networks, I usually get a client, but how do I get in front of them.

Networking organizations usually meet during the day, while I’m working. and I don’t have enough vacation days to use them for monthly or bi-monthly meetings. Plus this still is going against my one rule… to generate the majority of my leads through online marketing campaigns.

So that’s out. So how do I get my message in front of my ideal customer?

SEO is working, but it takes a long time. And it is extremely harder in the B2B niche, because of the high competition.

Paid advertising works, if you have enough money and a good funnel to offset the cost of acquiring a customer.

Then I remembered a common message my mentors shared, Mike Koening, Ed Rush, Frank Kern, Russell Bronson, and Rich Harshaw about positioning. It’s about how to position yourself as an authority so you can attract highly qualified buyers.

People are attracted to gurus… the person that is influential in helping people solve their problems.

The fact of the matter is I ignored this message because I was scared to do it. I didn’t believe I was an expert or an authority. Even though I knew more about digital marketing than most business owners. And I had proof to show it, but because I didn’t know more than my mentors, I didn’t have the confidence to do it.

Going back to my first marketing campaign for my buddy with the race team and shop. Their success started with an influential person, local newspaper writer, finding my press release and blog, and writing a featured article on my buddy in the local newspaper.

The local newspaper is perceived by the local readers as a guru… Authors of news articles are perceived as gurus even if they have limited knowledge in the subject matter. They receive this status, all from interviewing people in a certain niche.

So if you are not a guru, but use a medium that people perceive as a place where gurus hang out like a newspaper, podcast, Amazon, YouTube, the Internet, etc. and you are featured in the media then you automatically are perceived as a guru.

I was so close to the promised land back then, but because of my lack of faith… I’ve spent 9 years in the wilderness going in circles, similar to God’s people when they left Egypt and spent 40 years in the wilderness because of their lack of faith in God.

Man what a valuable lesson learned though… I know have faith and confidence.

So I have created a plan which I call Oracle Position, which will position you and me as an authority in our industry, so we can attract highly qualified clients ready to purchase our products and services.

The strategic plan starts with drafting and creating your offer.

Second, drafting and creating your messages.

Third, creating a sales funnel to capture, connect and convert leads into loyal customers.

Fourth positioning your messages and offers everywhere online, to lead through your sales funnel.

Fifth, accelerate the plan with paid advertising.

I failed in the past because I did these steps out of order or in no order at all.

I know this plan will work, which is why I am inviting you to join me on this journey to witness it for yourself, so you can have the faith and confidence in believing it will work for you too.

Join me on this journey by following me on this media by subscribing, liking or whatever means it has for you to get notified of my next publication.

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