#been thinking about writing bottom vegas for so long

[adriennebarnes]

Hey love your writing could you maybe write Hispanic reader x Alex and Charles like maybe a 3 way relationship and the reader is pregnant if your comfortable

Hello! I could totally write a polyamorous relationship/throuple with Alex, Charles, and Hispanic reader! So I don’t know if you meant they’re together and she ends up pregnant and if she’s already pregnant so I’ll write about Y/N ending up pregnant and Alexandra and Charles being there for her. Sorry it took me so long, I don’t know if this is what you wanted but I hope you like it regardless!

The Happy Throuple

Paring: Charles Leclerc x Hispanic/Latina! Reader x Alexandra Saint Mleux

Summary: After a night of celebrating Charles’s Grand Prix win, Y/N ends up pregnant

Warning: spelling and grammatical errors

A/N: i have researched things about pregnancy and GUESS WHO’S GRADUATING TOMORROW! Maybe I’ll post pictures at the end of a fanfic, who knows.

Everyone knows that Charles and Alexandra are dating, there are so many photos of them together at events. However, no one knows there’s a third person in their relationship and that person is Y/N L/N. People know that Y/N and Alexandra are best friends and roommates because they study in the same university so no one finds it strange when Y/N is also at the paddock with Alexandra.

Y/N and Alexandra were wearing something red while observing the race from the hospitality with Leo on Alexandra's lap.

“Do you think Charles is gonna get P1?” Y/N asked Alexandra.

“I hope so, he gained 4 spots, he looks like he is doing pretty well." Alexandra commented, petting Leo who was wagging his tail all happily.

They were watching the TV closely, Alexandra put Leo on the ground so he could run around, Charles and Max were very close but towards the end, Charles did an overtake and ended up getting P1, Max gets P2, Lewis get P3. Y/N and Alexandra were cheering and they hugged.

"Yay, our muñeco won." Y/N said.

"Yeah, come, lets meet him out in the garage." Alexandra said, picking up Leo before taking Y/N's hand to lead her to the Ferrari garage. They spotted Charles's car so when Charles got out of his car, he went to Alexandra to hug and kiss her, he hugged Y/N and was about to lean in for a kiss when Y/N moved her head so he just kissed her cheek, immediately remembering no one knows about their true relationship. Charles got Leo out of Alexandra's hands and let Leo give him little dachshund kisses.

Charles said goodbye to the girls and Leo before he went off to do the post race interview. After that, Charles went to get Alexandra and Y/N so they could go to their hotel. They walked to Charles's car, Alexandra walking Leo on his little leash, and they got in. Charles drove to the hotel and once they made it to the room, Charles kissed Y/N.

"Finally! I have been wanting to do that since I got out of the car." Charles admitted.

"Yeah, well this relationship has to be under wraps sadly." Y/N said, sitting on the bed. Alexandra sits next to her, placing her hand on Y/N's thigh.

"But it's 2024, mon papillon, I'm sure people will understand." Alexandra says, placing a kiss on Y/N's neck.

"Fans, yes, but what about press? Charles, you are signed until 2028, i don't want to jeopardize that." Y/N said. Now Charles sat on Y/N's other side.

"You won't, mon ange. But let's go out to eat." Charles suggested.

"Its Las Vegas, wouldn't you rather party with the rest of the grid?" Y/N asked.

"We could always celebrate a different way." Charles said, his eyes darken with lust.

"It is Vegas after all, mon papillon. And we have to give the Grand Prix winner his reward after all." Alexandra said, turning Y/N's head so she was facing her before leaning in for a kiss, her tongue tracing Y/N's bottom lip so she would open up, and she did. While they made out, Charles began planting kisses on Alexandra's neck while Alexandra started to undress Y/N and well, what happend in Vegas stays in Vegas.

The next day, Y/N was still in bed, cuddling with Alexandra while Charles took the liberty to order room service and take Leo out on his morning walk. Y/N woke up because Charles put Leo on the bed.

"Ay Leo, Charles, why did you put him on the bed?" Y/N asked, getting up and putting on a hotel robe.

"Because i wanted you to eat breakfast before we go to the airport and I know if i woke you up, you would’ve probably stab me." Charles, said, before Y/N kissed him.

"With what knife, baby?" Y/N asked, taking a strawberry from the breakfast spread, biting into it.

"Trust me, mon ange, you would have found something to stab me, never said it had to be a knife." Charles said and Alexandra woke up, she put on her pajamas, and put Leo on the ground before giving Y/N and Charles a morning kiss.

"What time do we have to go back to Monaco?" Alexandra asked, sitting down to eat the pancakes Charles's ordered.

“Plane leaves in a few hours so you have time to eat and get dressed.” Charles said.

“Great, I’m gonna take a shower, Y/N, come join me.” Alexandra said.

“Mm, i want to eat first.” Y/N said.

“Okay, we’ll eat then shower.” Alexandra said, patting the seat next to her so Y/N could sit down.

They ate, showered, and changed.

“Okay I think I have everything but I’m not sure.” Y/N said, looking over her luggage.

“If you end up missing anything, I’ll replace it.” Charles said, kissing her temple.

“In that case, I’m missing a Dior bag, a Dyson air wrap, a Tiffany bracelet.” Y/N joked and Charles was laughing.

“Yeah, okay.” Charles said, Alexandra entered the hotel room with grocery bags and Leo on a leash.

“I bought some chips for Y/N since he gets snacky on the plane, I have some treats for Leo, I got candy for me, and I got you some snacks too.” Alexandra said,

“Perfect, looks like we are ready to go.” Charles said.

Two weeks have passed since Las Vegas and Y/N was currently in the hotel room in Abu Dhabi, puking her guts out in the bathroom, Alexandra right behind her soothing her back and holding her hair back.

“You’re okay, Mon papillon. Charles, could it be something she ate?”Alexandra asked

“I’m looking at the food, I don’t think anything should have affected her last night.” Charles said, entering the bathroom. “Mon ange, are you sure you don’t have the flu?” Charles asked.

“Mon beau, she doesn’t have a fever.” Alexandra said.

“Stop talking about me like I’m a child.” Y/N groaned with her head still hovering the toilet bowl.

“Oh, but you are our baby, Mon ange, we will treat as such.” Charles said and Y/N puked more. “Yeah, we can’t get on the flight today, I’ll just tell Fred we need an extra day, you can’t fly when you’re sick.” Charles left the bathroom to make a phone call.

“Mi reina, i gotta tell you something.” Y/N said, wiping her mouth and resting her back against the wall.

“What happened?” Alexandra asked,

“I think I’m late.” Y/N said.

“Wait, how do you know you’re late? Isn’t your period irregular like all the time?” Alexandra asked.

“Yes but my breasts feel sore too, I am so tired, it can’t be a coincidence that I’m puking right now, right?” Y/N said.

“You’re right. It’s only been two weeks though, if we want to be sure, it needs to be 3 weeks after you’ve had sex so next week. Think you can wait until next week to take the pregnancy test?” Alexandra asked,

“Yeah, of course I can wait.” Y/N said.

It’s next week, the season was over, they’re all in Monaco, Y/N is in Alexandra’s apartment.

“Okay so how are we going to get the pregnancy test?” Alexandra asked.

“Well i can’t go, people link you to me, I can’t be seen buying the test or they will think it’s for you and I rather not have Charles find out one of us might be pregnant through some WAG account.” Y/N said,

“Okay, fine, call someone.” Alexandra said, Y/N nodded and called her friend Cordelia. An hour later, Cordelia knocked on the apartment door and Y/N answered it.

“thanks again, Cordelia.” Y/N said,

“Yeah no problem, are we hoping it’s positive or negative?” Cordelia asked.

“Well he always wanted a family…we’ll see.” Y/N said, saying goodbye to Cordelia, closing the door. “Okay, I’m ready.” Y/N entered Alexandra’s bathroom and Alexandra just stood outside the door. “Like am I ready to be a mom? I don’t fucking know, I’m barely 22, does Charles want to be a father now? Like I know he wants to be one someday but now?”

“Papillon, relax, you are stressing out and that can’t be healthy.” Alexandra.

“Reina, please.” Y/N said. A few minutes later, she opened the bathroom door and Alexandra came in.

“What does it say?” Alexandra asked.

“I have to wait 10 minutes.” Y/N said. “What am I going to do? I’m not even working!”

“With Charles as the father, you’ll be taken care of.” Alexandra said,

“This is not helping, I don’t want to be a kept woman.” Y/N said. Her and Alexandra kept talking until her timer went off. Both checked the test.

“I guess you’re pregnant.” Alexandra said and Y/N began crying so Alexandra hugged her

“What am I going to tell my parents?” Y/N sobbed in Alexandra’s arms,

“Well first things first, we HAVE to tell Charles.” Alexandra told her.

“I know, I know. But he’s with Pascale now, I don’t want to interrupt.” Y/N said.

“Fine, when he gets back from his mom’s, we will tell him. I thought you took birth control?” Alexandra asked.

“I don’t take my prescription pills as often as I should be (guilty 🤪) you should know that by now.” Y/N said and Alexandra rolled her eyes.

“And you tell us that you don’t want to be treated like a child, let’s go to Charles’s apartment and wait for him there, being the test.” Alexandra said, opening the door to leave.

“Yes ma’am.” Y/N said following behind.

The women entered Charles’s apartment and noticed Leo wasn’t here.

“He must have Leo with him.” Alexandra commented, closing the apartment door and Y/N started arising the fridge. “Can you not?”

“I’m eating for 2, querida, I think I’m allowed to raid his fridge,” Y/N said but… “There’s a lot of healthy shit in here.” Alexandra rolled her eyes.

“Just wait until…” Alexandra started but was interrupted by Charles entering the apartment, Leo running to say hello to the two women.

“Mon ange, ma Belle, what are you guys doing here?” Cablees asked, kissing both women.

“Um, I have something to tell you. You might need to sit down for this.” Y/N said and Charles nodded, sitting on the couch. “So remember that night in Las Vegas and how I was sick in Abu Dhabi?” Charles nodded, holding Y/N’s hands in his. “I’m pregnant.”

“Are you sure? Aren’t you on birth control?” Charles asked.

“You know I don’t take them as often as I should and you could have used a condom, by the way.” Y/N said.

“Are you sure you’re pregnant? Those tests are prone to false positives.” Charles said.

“Well it’s been said that for the most accurate results, the test must be taken 3 weeks after sex, which I did. But I’ll go to my doctor to check too.” Y/N said fiddling with her hands. “I’m gonna go to the bakery, I’ll be back.” Y/N left the apartment.

“If she is pregnant, what’s going to happen?” Alexandra asked Charles.

“Then I’ll be a father and I’ll raise the baby with you two,” Charles replied as if it’s the easiest thing in the world.

“But are we going public or what? If you say you’re going to be a dad and they don’t see me showing but see Y/N, what do you think is going to happen?” Alexandra asked.

“We will figure it out. If Y/N is truly pregnant, I’ll announce on Instagram that we’re together.” Charles said.

“Talk to Ferrari before you make that decision.” Alexandra said.

“Yeah of course I will.” Charles said and Y/N came back with the cookie croissant.

“I made an appointment for 2 weeks.” Y/N said.

“I’ll go with you.” Charles said.

“Mm, you Can’t, no one knows about us, it’ll be weird if you are seen going with me to a medical practice.” Y/N said.

“But I want to be there for you.” Charles said.

“Would it be less weird if I came too?” Alexandra asked.

“This is ridiculous, we’ll just go in separate cars. I’m going to my apartment because I really want bistec empanado and some sopita and you’re lacking groceries.” Y/N said before leaving.

It was the day of the OBGYN visit, Y/N was with Charles and Alexandra in the waiting room.

“You think we can go out to eat after this?” Y/N asked Charles and Alexandra.

“Yeah sure, where do you want to go?” Alexandra asked.

“Wait, we need to make your diet pregnancy friendly.” Charles said,

“Muñeco.” Y/N whined, Charles was going to say something when.

“Y/N L/N.” The medical assistant called, Y/N stood up along with Charles and Alexandra. “You can’t really bring anyone in.”

“We’ll stay here.” Alexandra said, sitting back down with Charles while Y/N went into the exam room.

“Alright Y/N, you think you might be pregnant, yes?” She asked.

“Yes, it’s been 5 weeks since ‘conception’ i guess, I haven’t had my period at all in these 5 weeks.” Y/N said.

“But you are consistently irregular too, right?” The assistant asked

“Yes, which is why I’m here for the blood test to confirm I’m pregnant.” Y/N said.

“Okay then, we’ll do your physical exam and then the blood test.” The assistant said and after it was said and done, the assistant who took her blood said she would call Y/N with the results.

“Alright, let’s go, I want Italian.” Y/N said and as they were leaving the obgyn, Y/N had the urge to throw up so she ran into the hallway bathroom, got into a stall, and puked. Alexandra walked in to check on Y/N while Charles made a phone call to schedule a meeting with Ferrari’s media team.

“Hey, you’re okay. If we get Italian food, you’re getting stracciatella or whatever soup is on the menu.” Alexandra said.

“Why is it called morning sickness?” Y/N said, before puking again.

“I Don’t know, Mon papillon.” Alexandra said, trying to comfort her. “You okay? I’ll wait for you outside.” Y/N nodded and Alexandra left to wait in the hallway with Charles.

“I’m talking to the Ferrari media team.” Charles said,

“You sure?” Alexandra asked.

“Of course I am. I’ll video chat with them later today and let the whole world know I’m dating 2 beautiful women and that I’m going to be a father.” Charles said, kissing Alexandra. Y/N walked out of the bathroom.

“How about you order in, I need to lie down.” Y/N said, holding her stomach.

“Whatever you want, Mon ange.” Charles said. They left the practice, Alexandra took Y/N’s car and Y/N rode with Charles, both drove to his apartment. In the apartment, Y/N was taking a nap with Leo while Charles set up his laptop to talk to the media manager of Ferrari.

“Hello Charles, what did you want to talk about?” The manager asked.

“I need to tell you something. As you know, I am in a relationship with Alexandra, BUT it’s not only her, it’s her friend Y/N as well, all 3 of us are together.” Charles said.

“Okay, okay, okay, it’s 2024, it’s almost 2025, surely the public will be okay with a…it’s called a throuple, right?” He asked,

“Yes, yes, it’s a throuple. But that’s not the only thing I wanted to tell you about. Y/N is also pregnant.” Charles said.

“Let me get this straight; you want to post on your Instagram that you are in a polyamorous relationship and that you’re going to be a father?” He asked,

“Yes.” Charles said.

“You do understand the scrutiny that not only you will put yourself under, but your girlfriends as well?” The manager asked.

“I do, sir.” Charles responded.

“Very well then, post if you must.” The manager said before saying goodbye.

The next day, Y/N woke up to her phone ringing, turning over to see Alexandra is still sleeping, she answered the call.

“Good morning, am I speaking to Y/N L/N?”

“Yeah, this is she.” Y/N replied.

“Congratulations, you are 4 weeks pregnant, the first trimester is crucial so a healthy diet is recommended, have a great day.” The phone call ended. Y/N woke up Alexandra.

“Ma papillon, it’s a little early, don’t you think?” Alexandra asked.

Mi reina, the doctor’s office called, I am 4 weeks pregnant.” Y/N said and Alexandra kissed her before she pulled her in for a hug.

“Oh my god, we have to tell Charles, I mean it was obvious you’re pregnant but now it’s doctor official.” Alexandra was over the moon by the news. “Okay Um let’s get dressed and head to Charles’s apartment.” They got dressed and Alexandra drove to Charles’s apartment.

Alexandra opened the door and Leo scrambled to say hello. Walking in further, they heard the shower running and stopping. Charles walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.

“Mon ange, ma Belle, what are you doing here?” Charles asked.

“I’m 4 weeks pregnant.” Y/N said and Charles hugged her, twirling her around and putting her down.

“That’s amazing, I’m going to be a dad, oh my gosh, we need to make a diet plan for you, I’ll call Andrea and ask what should we buy.” Charles said pacing around the room. “Should you be taking prenatal vitamins?”

“I have to ask my doctor after the first ultrasound in a few weeks. But yeah, call Andrea for a meal plan.” Y/N said, “I’m gonna use your bathroom.” While Y/N went to the bathroom, Charles took to Instagram.

charlesleclerc many of you know my beautiful girlfriend, Alexandra. Most of you also know her best friend Y/N, who is also my beautiful girlfriend. The three of us are in a throuple or polyamorous relationship, however you want to call it. They are the loves of my life and if I am going to be a father, I thought it was time for the mother of my child, my other girlfriend, to be known.

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“Wow, can’t believe you did it.” Alexandra said when she saw his Instagram. “Oh I love that photo of Y/N, she’s so beautiful.” Alexandra said.

“Yeah, I am all in, I am not hiding Y/N anymore.” Charles said and his phone started ringing. “It’s my mom.”

“You didn’t think of telling her she’s a grandma before Instagram?” Alexandra asked.

“I didn’t think, okay.” Charles said before answering his phone. “Bonjour, maman.”

Over the past few weeks leading up to the ultrasound, Charles and Alexandra have been googling what pregnant women should be eating, have been calling their mothers to ask how their pregnancies were, Charles even bought parenting books.

“You think it’s too soon for the baby to be hearing music?” Charles asked.

“I don’t think the baby has ears yet.” Alexandra said. “You’re like 9 weeks pregnant, it’ll take another 7 weeks for the baby’s ears to actually work, it says it all here.” Alexandra said pointing to her laptop screen.

“You two are fussing and I’m not even showing.” Y/N said.

“Well we want the baby to be healthy. Would you be Leclerc Saint Mleux L/N or Leclerc L/N Saint Mleux?” Charles asked,

“We’re not even married!” Y/N exclaimed laughing.

“Oh he is just excited. Your appointment is in an hour, we should get going.” Alexandra said.

To the OBGYN! Y/N was allowed to bring Charles and Alexandra since the doctor knows they’re situation. She lifted up Y/N’s shirt and placed gel on Y/N’s stomach, she shuddered from how cold it was. She got the “wand” and rubbed it over the gel.

“And here’s your baby.” The doctor said, Charles and Alexandra started tearing up, as was Y/N.

“It’s so small.” Charles giggled,

“I can’t believe it.” Y/N said.

“I am so happy.” Alexandra said.

“Well congratulations on becoming parents to a healthy baby.” The doctor said.

The End

Hope y’all liked it! I know it was a little long but hopefully it’s a good read

#hispanic reader #hispanic #latina #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc #alexandra saint mleux #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #f1 imagine

[sapphicblight]

you've got the salt and i've got the wound - a vegaspete oneshot

Year of the OTP 2023 July prompt: power swap Pete turns the aftercare around on Vegas. Vegas handles it about as well as expected.

key tags: post-canon, tender sex, bottom vegas

#and by handles it well i mean #he cries and spreads his legs #IT'S MY BOTTOM VEGAS DEBUT #been thinking about writing bottom vegas for so long #but i had strong feelings about the conditions in which bottom vegas works for me #and it took me a bit to get it right #but tbh #im rly proud of this one #and i don't say that about my writing often #yotp 2023 #yotp2023 #vegaspete #fanfiction #writing #mine #sapphicblight #kpts #kinnporsche the series #vegaspete fic #vegaspete fanfic #vegaspete fanfiction #ao3

[danses-with-dogmeat]

Y is for -- Yes Man

Yay! Golly, who doesn't love Yes Man? He's just such a sarcastic little sweetheart and I'm not immune to his adorable, securitron charms. So, here's this!

I hope you all enjoy!

And with this, that's it!!

Thank you all so much for being a part of my lil 2k celebration! It was so amazing seeing everyone's reactions to these prompts, and literally SUCH a treat to write for some of these more "unfamiliar" characters! Love you all, and thank you so much for celebrating with me!

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Pair: Yes Man & Reader

Dialogue: “Promise me you’ll still be here when I wake up.”

Word: Yours

Rating: SFW

Category: Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: 1.7k

You paced back and forth around the hotel room, the only sound the scuffling of your slippered feet and the scrawl of your pen over the legal pad in your hands. 

“Is it enough, though? Did we even cover the–” Your eyes narrowed as you looked over your scribbled notes, trying (and failing) to blink the sleep from them as you attempted to decipher the chicken scratch upon the page. “The Boomers? What’re we doing about them when we take power, I mean, I haven’t even met with them yet, what if I get–” 

“Yep, we sure did talk about them, Six! Remember? In the first meeting we had today! The one at 4 in the morning that you insisted on! You remember now?” 

“The one… oh yeah, I do now.” You chuckled, flipping through the papers on your pad to the notes you’d taken-- what was it now, ten hours ago? 

My handwriting was much easier to read this morning, that’s for sure…

“‘Send a securitron with a note…' oh yeah, that was a decent idea.” 

“Sure was!” Yes Man agreed with that same dopey, optimistic smile permanently etched upon his face. 

After so long a day, the smile became much harder to believe. 

“Definitely get your best ideas after having slept a full night, don’tcha boss?” 

“Maybe…” You bit your bottom lip at that, catching his meaning through the words easily. 

Time for bed, boss. 

He’d never give you a command outright, you knew he couldn’t. It’s not what… what Benny designed Yes Man for, after all. Still though, suggestions he gave rather often. And this suggestion, most often of all. 

How many days has it been since I let myself sleep? And here? Probably never…

Well, not since that first night, anyway.

“Six? Still thinking of some wonderful ideas, or do you want me to go and get your pajamas for you?” 

“Still thinking right now, Yes Man.” 

Though, you allowed yourself the small reprieve of sitting on the edge of the bed. The mattress gave generously as you sat upon it, the plushness of it overwhelming you after so many nights spent down in Freeside at the Wrangler. 

“Might head out pretty soon, here.” You told the bot, with the knowledge that he could easily guess where you meant to go. “You can stay here tonight though, if you want to. I’ll be back early enough, I’m sure.” 

“Sure boss, sounds like a swell idea!” Yes Man paused, but you could tell he wanted to say more, you didn’t quite know how you knew that, but something about his tone, or maybe even his expression–

I really am starting to lose it, huh? 

Yes Man’s expression doesn’t change.

Guess this is what happens when you get 3 hours of sleep a–

“Yes. I think it makes total and utter sense for you to walk to the Atomic Wrangler through the strip and Freeside– which is known to be quite dangerous– at two in the morning without me by your side to help you! And then to come back here in the morning, likely as early as four a.m. to chat with me some more! I’m so glad we’re going to have someone as dedicated, dependable and quick-witted as you leading all of New Vegas real soon! You seem completely equipped for the stresses that’ll bring!” 

You pursed your lips as he spoke, your tired gaze resting on the dull, pulsing glow of his screen lighting up with each word, casting a green-tinged gleam over the carpeted floor of the Tops' hotel suite. 

“I don’t know what to do, Yes Man.” You admitted with a small voice, and heard the turn of his wheel as he scooted closer to you to better hear your words. “I… I can’t stay here, can’t sleep in this room, after Benny…” 

With a sigh, you laid back on the bed, your body aching and pleading for a rest, even as your mind cast the sensation of a thousand ants crawling over your skin at the feel of the familiar sheets. The smell of the room, the décor, even the sounds; the dull conversations and jazz music that were all blaring far down stairs, the squeaky whine of the elevator moving along its vertical track, footsteps pattering through the halls… Anytime there was quiet, any time you weren’t moving, thinking, that Yes Man wasn’t talking, you were sucked back into your memories of this place. Your first time here, with him. 

That wretched man who tried to kill you. The asshole, who talked his way into your heart through the span of one night, who made you feel… singular. Like you could conquer the world, and run the whole thing, with him at your side. 

Just give him the chip… Just stay the night… 

Do what he said, and he would give you the world, and his heart, all at once. 

You kicked yourself every night at the thought that you ever believed him. 

But what could you say now? At the time, you were scared, you were alone and angry, and then… Then you were in love. Quickly, yes, but still, you were.

And for what?

You raked your nails down your face painfully, and a deep groan escaped you as you were caged by your own memories in this wretched room. 

“Well, Benny… Well, that guy’s gone!" Yes Man piped up, "It’s just you and me now, Six! You don’t have to worry at all–”

“I know he’s gone, Yes Man! That’s the fucking problem!” You sat up suddenly as you shouted at him, and the bot backed away from where he’d started to approach you. “He and I were supposed to do this together! Not just me and– and– fucking you.”

You were on your feet now, and Yes Man was caged in against the opposite wall as you stalked towards him, with nostrils flared and teeth in a snarl, you continued.

“You were the enemy. You told him how to follow me, knew the best place for him to fucking shoot me and leave me buried in the dirt, you were meant to plot with him from the start, and now? Now... why? Why the hell do you care what happens to me? Why are you planning all this without him? Benny was the one who made you, programmed you, what… What the hell are you doing with me, when… When you’re his.”  

There was no malice in the end, it had all escaped you in the first bouts of shouting. Now, all that was left was a somber sort of curiosity. Honest, but dejected all at once. 

Even now, I’m still holding onto a part of Benny…

“Because, Six, well… I’m not his anymore. I’m yours! I like planning this hostile takeover with you, and I like the meetings and the way you ask my opinion!” 

You looked up from where your gaze had rested on the dull, red carpet, your eyes now meeting Yes Man’s optimistic screen, and lighting up with the glow of it.   

“Benny may have asked for me to be made, and programmed the way I am, but then… Well, he left both of us, didn’t he?”   

Was that… a bit of anger and, even, a touch of sadness in his upbeat voice?

Maybe I am just losing it…     

“He was my boss, but now you are! And even more than that, you’re my friend!” 

You blinked at him, feeling your throat swell up with emotion at the word he used. 

Friend. 

“Y-you really mean that, Yes Man?”

“Sure do, pal! We’re closer than two buildings snugly adjacent to one another! And I mean it!” 

A laugh couldn’t help but pry itself from you, and you nearly fell over from the force of it. Until you felt one gentle, metal hand brace on your shoulder. 

“Don’t know why you found that so funny, friend, but I sure am glad you did! I like to see your smile! And I’m not just saying that to be nice! I know it can be hard to tell when I mean something because of the way Benny programmed my voice, but I really do mean everything that I said! And what I said right now!” 

“Okay, okay!” You were still falling over, holding your stomach as you laughed until your eyes watered. “Thank you, Yes Man, I believe you, I do.” 

Somehow, you were back on the bed, sitting with Yes Man’s hand still on your shoulder as you fought to catch your breath. 

“A-alright…” You spoke, once you’d calmed down. “I… might be able to sleep here tonight. Maybe.” 

You bit your lip again, knowing damn well you were one bite shy of making it bleed with all the nerves coursing through you. 

“Just… Can you promise me something?” 

“Sure can, once you tell me what it is!” 

“Can you just… promise me you’ll still be here when I wake up? I know it seems silly, but–”

“Yes, Six. I promise I’ll still be here when you wake up!” 

A smile touched your lips at his words, and even with that feeling of foolishness at the forefront of your mind, you felt… reassured; like the sustained, comforting pressure of his hand on your shoulder. 

“Thanks… Friend.” 

“Sure thing, Six! And, I want you to know, I’m not just promising that because I have to agree with everything you say! I would promise it either way!” 

You laid back, finally feeling the fatigue in your body and mind take hold of you and force your eyelids to close and your muscles to relax into the mattress below. Still though, even in your exhaustion, you found it in you to broaden your grin at Yes Man’s words.

“Glad to hear it.” You told him, “And… goodnight, Yes Man.” 

“Goodnight, Six!” His voice was quieter, as he wheeled himself back into his corner of the room and dimmed the lights down, “I’ll see you in the morning!” 

It was almost a whisper, but still, the comforting words rang through you as you finally felt sleep take you into it’s comforting arms and lull you into a pleasant dreamland.

#2k event #2k celebration #secret event #fallout #fallout companions #fallout npc #fallout new vegas #fallout nv #fonv #fnv #fallout new vegas companions #yes man #yes man fonv #courier six #benny fonv

[vintageshanny]

Play Something For Me - Part 4 - When Will I See You Again?

Writing Prompt: “Why are you doing this?”

Content: Elvis in Las Vegas late summer 1973, fluff, smut, light angst. Link to series is at the bottom.

Thank you to everyone who has encouraged my writing and been so kind and supportive! And thanks to my beautiful sister wives: @ellie-24 @be-my-ally @thatbanditqueen @whositmcwhatsit @missmaywemeetagain @from-memphis-with-love @powerofelvis

Ruby awakened with a start and looked at the clock to see it was 1:00 in the afternoon.  Elvis’ warm heavy arm was thrown over her torso, holding her in place.  It was like he sensed, even in his sleep, that he couldn’t bear to be left alone.  She shifted slightly and looked into his handsome face, studying every feature while he snored lightly.  She didn’t know what the end of the week would bring, but she wanted this vision of him sleeping peacefully by her side etched into her memory forever.  Ruby gently reached out and ran her fingertips over his forehead and then down the slope of his nose.  If God himself had carved Elvis out of marble, he could not have done a better job.  She leaned in and gently kissed his eyelid, feeling the flutter of his long eyelashes against her skin.  As she leaned back, he stirred a little bit.  “G’morning, baby,” he murmured in a raspy voice.  Ruby’s mouth turned up in a smile at how cute he sounded all sleepy like this.  “Good morning, handsome,” she responded, opening the top couple buttons of his pajama shirt so she could snuggle into his chest.  “Woah, tryin’ to start somethin’ first thing?” he chuckled.  “Didn’t get enough of me last night?”  “I could never have enough of you,” Ruby confessed with a blush.  She could see his eyes light up at that remark.

“Well, I wanted to tell ya baby, I think I got a little carried away last night,” Elvis said.  “Oh?  You have regrets?” Ruby whispered nervously.  “No, honey, not like that, not about bein’ with ya.  I loved that, I really loved that.” He seemed distracted for a second thinking about just how much he had loved it. “I jus’ mean that I meant to pull out of ya before I, um, y’know, but I got caught up in the moment.  In the spell you cast over me,” he said, brushing a strand of hair out of her face.  “Oh, that’s okay, I’m on, um, something for that,” she muttered, feeling a little embarrassed about the whole conversation.  “Oh,” Elvis said, sounding surprised.  “You, uh, d-d-do this often?” he stuttered out, staring down.  “Sleep with rock stars in their hotel rooms?  All the time,” Ruby teased.  Elvis tried to suppress a little smirk at that, but she could see he still looked apprehensive.  “No, Elvis, I actually haven’t been with anyone since, I mean, in a long time,” she said, much too embarrassed to admit it had actually been since her divorce over three years ago.  “I just like to be cautious.  I have…responsibilities at home,” she explained vaguely.  Elvis looked relieved at this confession, and Ruby wondered if it had anything to do with his fear of disappointing her.  She supposed everyone must have their quirks and insecurities, even an amazing man like Elvis.   Maybe especially him.

“Besides,” she added, trying to get back the romantic mood, “I liked feeling you, um, y’know, inside of me.”  She could feel her face turning bright red as Elvis looked at her with a big grin.  “Sweet red Ruby, you are my dirty little girl, ain’t ya?”  She giggled as he reached over and tickled her sides.  “Stop, Elvis,” she squealed with delight.  “Mm-mm, ya said ya can’t get enough of me.  I ain’t never gonna stop,” he teased, rolling over on top of her.  Ruby could feel his cock hardening against her leg as he leaned in and pressed his lips against her cheek.  They were slightly parted, as if he were trying to breathe in her very essence.  She turned her head and caught his lips against hers, letting out a soft moan as their tongues touched.  She was still wearing just his pajama shirt, and she could feel the solidness of his arousal as he started grinding into her slowly.  The silkiness of his pajama pants felt good against her bare legs as he continued to kiss her passionately, moving his mouth to her earlobe and then her neck.  Ruby moaned out Elvis’ name as his tongue trailed down to her collar bone.  

Before she could suggest that he get undressed, she felt him suddenly trembling on top of her and his wet release soaked through his pajamas and hit her thigh.  “Oh,” Ruby exclaimed, startled.  “I-I-I’m sorry, mama,” Elvis mumbled, lowering his head.  “Ya jus’ got me too excited, I-I-I couldn’t hold on.”  He tried to laugh it off, but Ruby could tell he was embarrassed.  She pressed his head to her chest and rubbed his back soothingly.  “That’s okay, Elvis, you don’t need to apologize for anything.  You just took me by surprise is all.”  “I-I d-don’t wanna let ya down,” he said, his voice muffled by her body.  “How many times do I have to tell you that it’s just not possible,” she said in mock exasperation.  “Really, Elvis, I’m enjoying every minute of being with you.”  “Oh, Ruby, why are ya doin’ this?  Bein’ so sweet ta me?”  Elvis whispered, mushing his cheek further into her soft pillowy chest.  “Because I think you’re incredible, Elvis.  You said yourself we must have reconnected for a reason.  Maybe you need someone to remind you of how special you are.  Even in those moments when you feel like you don’t deserve it.”  “Sweet Ruby, you’re always so smart,” Elvis sighed as she ran her fingers through his hair.  Finally he climbed up from the bed and tugged on her hand.  “Let’s get changed and eat some breakfast.  I have ta start gettin’ ready for my shows soon.” 

Every night that week, Ruby watched in amazement as Elvis performed two grueling shows, hobnobbed with industry people after the shows, and did meet-and-greets with fans who were just dying to see their idol.  She noticed with some concern that he was taking quite a bit of medication to keep up this schedule, but he assured her it was all prescriptions from his doctor.  Ruby bit her tongue at that, unsure whether they yet had the type of relationship where she could question him further on that point. 

When they were finally alone together each night after the hoopla, they would be intimate in the most tender and passionate way Ruby had ever known. She tried to absorb every detail into her subconscious mind. The way he chuckled in embarrassment when she grabbed his perfect butt, the way his tongue felt when it flicked her clit, the moaning noise he made when she sucked the tip of his cock, the way he filled her so completely and would call out her name as he climaxed, his heart pounding so loud she could feel its vibrations. And oh, the sound of his laughter. It was imprinted on her heart. When this was all over, she didn’t want to forget a single detail of his aura.

After they satisfied each other, they would cuddle and talk until Elvis’ sleeping pills kicked in.  Ruby told him about Ella and how much she missed her when she spent part of the summer with her father. She wasn’t sure how he would react to her having a daughter, but Elvis just held her close and said he felt the same about being away from his Lisa.  He even opened up to her about his frustrations with how his career seemed to have stalled again. The week flew by, and as they lay in bed Friday night, Ruby mulled over how close they had gotten. She knew she had strong feelings from the start, but she hadn’t been prepared for how much it would hurt her heart to think of leaving. Suddenly that feeling of impending heartbreak was hitting her full force.

“Elvis,” she said anxiously, “you know I have to go back home tomorrow.”  “Tomorrow?” he exclaimed, sitting up.  “I-I-I thought ya could stay til I’m done.  Closing night is Monday.”  “Oh, that’s Labor Day.  Ella is coming home Sunday and goes back to school on Tuesday.  I have to be there,” Ruby explained apologetically.  “W-w-well, what am I supposed to do without ya?”  Elvis asked.  “Well, you knew I had to go back home at the end of the week, right?” Ruby asked gently.  Part of her was surprised he was so upset. In the back of her mind, she had considered this might be just some fling for him to distract himself from the routine of performing. “I-I-I guess so,” Elvis said.  Ruby could see he was getting very agitated.  “But what about us?” he questioned.  “Y-y-you keep c-comin’ into my life and makin’ me fall for ya and then disappearin’,” he pouted.  Trying to hide her shock, and maybe delight, at his admission of falling for her, Ruby sat up in the bed and reached for the Hilton Hotel notepad and pen on the nightstand.  She neatly wrote out her full name, address, and phone number and set it next to his glasses.  “I’m not disappearing, Elvis,” she soothed him as if he were a child, running her hands gently over his thick torso. “Here’s everything you need to find me.  I came to find you, and now it’s your turn.  If you ever want to see me, if you ever need a break from all this,” she gestured toward the window with a view of the Las Vegas lights, “you know where I’ll be.  This doesn’t have to be the end.”  She lowered her head and swallowed, trying to hold back a cascade of emotions. “I hope it’s not the end.”

“But my sweet red Ruby, I-I-I love you,” Elvis pleaded, a single tear falling from his sapphire eyes.  “I love you too, Elvis,” Ruby whispered softly.  “Just my music, though, right?” he said with a hint of bitterness.  Ruby gently wiped the tear from his cheek.  “Oh, Elvis,” she said, holding his face in her hands. She could feel her face flushing but she needed him to know.  “It was never just the music.  It was always you.”  She leaned in to kiss his soft sweet lips.

#elvis #elvis smut #elvis x oc #writing prompt game #play something for me #Elvis x ruby

[ab4eva]

could you, please, write a silly fluff in which austin implies that he has a crush on the actress who co-starred with him in elvis, and everyone (including reader) believes he is talking about olivia, when in fact he is talking about reader, who played Dixie

‘These Arms Of Mine’

warnings: angst, fluff

a/n: thanks for this cute request, darling anon! I’m sorry this turned out a little more angsty than I’m sure you had in mind. But my mind truly couldn’t help going there with the subject matter. I hope that’s ok and I hope you like it!

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It’s a known fact that you have a secret crush on Austin Butler. Which technically makes it not a secret. But only a handful of people know and they’ve been sworn to secrecy. When you were cast in the role of Dixie Locke, Elvis’s first girlfriend, in Baz Luhrmann’s biopic, you found yourself face-to-face with the most confounding man you’d ever been in a room with. Austin Butler was quiet and shy. Tall and lanky, his hands always fidgeting with his clothes or pulling at his bottom lip. Dark hair slicked back, blue eyes silently observing and taking in the world around him. He always spoke softly and only when spoken to. He was polite, almost to a fault, with a “yes, ma’am” or “no, sir” always on the tip of his tongue. He was completely dedicated and fully immersed into Elvis and his life. In fact, by the time you met him, he was Elvis. Not Vegas Elvis, of jumpsuit and glitter fame. Not Movie Elvis either, slick and polished and cheeky. He was young Elvis - slightly unsure of himself and finding his footing in a strange, new world.

He was also scared out of his mind. You could see it in the way his pulse beat quickly beneath his jaw during a particularly intense rehearsal. The way his hands shook when turning a page of dialogue he was memorizing. Or the dark circles that plagued his under-eyes, Austin himself once confessing to a small group on set that he was only getting a couple of hours sleep each night. You didn’t know how he did it - carry this massive weight of responsibility on his broad but thin shoulders. Anyone else would have buckled under such pressure. But not Austin. You saw him rise to the occasion again and again, giving his all, going above and beyond. Everyone on set could tell that this was something different. Something special. Lightening in a bottle.

You tried to push away your feelings for him, you really did. It wasn’t professional. It wasn’t reasonable. It wasn’t possible. You knew this. You had seen the way Austin looked at Olivia when they rehearsed a scene. Or laughed together in between takes. Or when they left the set together one night, thinking no one saw. But you did. And it broke your heart a tiny little bit. He trusted her and it seemed like he needed someone to trust. He looked so lost and alone most of the time, in his own world. Elvis’s world. All you really wanted to do was take him in your arms and hold him forever. Let him rest his weary head on your shoulder and stroke his hair. Whisper to him that everything was going to be ok. You did your best to keep a bright smile plastered on your face, even though being near him ripped you to pieces, bit by bit, every day.

One morning halfway through filming, just as you were about to step into the makeup trailer, you heard hushed voices from inside and paused, not wanting to interrupt anything important. You recognized the timber of Austin’s voice immediately, which made your heart beat wildly. It was rare you crossed paths in here, as he had his own team dedicated solely to his hair and makeup. Something made you stay outside, listening. You really shouldn’t have but you couldn’t help it.

“I don’t know…it’s just a feeling I get whenever I’m around her, you know? It’s like that thing of feeling that you’ve known someone a long time, right? Which is crazy. But I can’t shake the feeling that…I don’t know, that we’d be great together,” you hear Austin say. Your heart squeezed in your chest, and you put a hand up to steady yourself on the side of the trailer. Olivia. It was just confirmation that something was going on between them. You took a deep breath as you felt tears spring to your eyes. You blinked them back quickly as a PA appeared from around the corner and you pulled the door open quickly, not wanting to get caught lingering outside. You weren’t ready to face Austin, but you had no choice. Good thing it wasn’t Austin staring back at you in the mirror. Elvis blinked his eyes rapidly and his mouth parted just a little in surprise. His hand fluttered up to rake through his hair before realizing he couldn’t without messing up his wig. You quickly averted your eyes from his gaze - whoever it was staring back at you in the mirror, Austin or Elvis - you couldn’t really tell. Either way it was too intense for this early in the day.

“Morning,” you said, smiling through your pain, and sitting down in a makeup chair.

“Mornin’, darlin’” he drawled, quietly. You snuck a glance at him - his eyes were averted, focused on nails as his team finished up final touches. He gave you a quick, tight smile as he walked out. God, you felt like bursting into tears right there. But you were a professional. You pulled it together and made it through without crying and ruining your fresh makeup. You were due on set soon, shooting the breakup between Dixie and Elvis. This was good. You could use your emotion for the scene. You soon found yourself in a Cadillac sitting next to Austin, discussing the scene with Baz. While it wasn’t the last one you had to shoot on the the film, it was getting close for your time on set to be done, which only added to the weight of it. Baz called action, and Austin had barely gotten his lines out before you burst into tears. Miraculously, it was exactly what Baz was looking for and you only had to do it a couple more times before he called cut.

“You good, honey?” Austin asked you quietly as you two headed back to the trailers, except it was Elvis who spoke to you. You nodded and smiled quickly, wiping your eyes, not trusting yourself to speak. You took a steadying breath through your nose and gave yourself an internal pep talk, pressing your fingernails into your palms so hard you were sure you might break the skin. It grounded you, the pain, giving you something physical to focus on rather than the emotions swirling inside that just wouldn’t settle. It was silent as you two walked, the tension building until you were sure you couldn’t take it anymore. You had to get away from him, as soon as possible. You sped up, anxious to get to the sanctuary of your trailer.

“Hey I-“ Austin said.

“Thanks for-,” you said at the same time, before stopping, a slight smile forming on your lips despite your misery. “Sorry, you go.” He looked suddenly shy, a faint blush tinting his cheeks. He bit his bottom lip before finally looking at you.

“Yeah, so I was just wondering if maybe…if maybe you wanted to grab a drink tonight? I should done by 6:30ish, if we can get to all the scenes we need.” He looked at you expectantly. Hopefully. He must have seen the confusion on your face because his smile faltered. “Or, I mean. You know, we don’t have to…”

“Austin, what are you asking me?”

“Well, I’m trying to ask you out on a date,” he said, a smirk tugging at his mouth, his confidence returning. “But if you don’t want to..or, or you don’t like-”

“But you like Olivia,” you state, still confused. The shocked look on Austin’s face tells you all you need to know, just how wrong you’d read the entire situation. But you still weren’t completely convinced. “I heard you. This morning…in the makeup trailer? You said you two would be great together…”

“Oh,” he murmured quietly, slowly stepping towards you. “Oh no, Y/N…I wasn’t talking about Olivia.” He was so close now - you could see the deep blue of his eyes, the bits of glue at the edges of his sideburns, the curve of his plump mouth that was turning up into a smile. And all at once it hit you like a ton of bricks. What he was saying. What he meant. The way he was looking at you - hopeful and yearning and a tiny bit scared. Scared that you would say no. You thought you might explode from pure joy. You smiled at him then, as you closed the distance between you and stepped into his open arms.

Tags: @aconflagrationofmyown @jelliedonut

#austin butler #austin butler elvis #elvis 2022 #austin butler fantasy #austin butler x reader #austin butler x y/n #austin butler x you #austin butler angst #austin butler fluff #austin butler blurb #austin butler imagine #austin butler fic #austin butler fanfiction #written by ab4eva #ab4eva answers #anon request

[wolfiemcwolferson]

yours to keep

Piarles below the break.

The first time Charles does it, he’s a love sick teenager. Alone in love - or so he thinks.

PG10.

On the bottom of his right boot, near the toe.

Except he wins and then it becomes a thing. 

He writes PG10 in tiny little letters that no one could actually read and he thinks he’s going to die of embarrassment the day Pierre picks up one of his old boots and finds it.

But he doesn’t. Because Pierre kisses him instead and then.

And then.

It stops being PG10 and becomes Pierrot some races and Calamar some and once when Charles is feeling rather bold, he writes PG.CL

Pierre helps him write it sometimes - drawing his logo or signing that sloppy signature of his that doesn’t really even say his name.

It’s just for the two of them. So Charles remembers that he belongs to Pierre. Always has. Always will.

Today...today, it’s the boldest it’s ever been. Pierre Gasly. Right beneath his toe. When the national anthem for Brazil plays, he digs his toes into his boot and knows it’s there - can trick himself into believing that he can still feel Pierre’s hands on him. Grounding him. Telling him he doesn’t need the luck because today is the day.

Today Charles will become World Champion.

And then he gets in the car and even though there’s no room to think about Pierre in his boot...he’s with him. He’s there on track, but he’s in Charles’ heart, and on his skin, and on his boot.

Charles becomes champion.

Pierre on the bottom of his boot and in parc ferme hugging him so tightly, bumping their helmets together. Blue against red.

If he hadn’t been World Champion, he probably wouldn’t have jumped into the Ferrari pit crew. He wouldn’t have been so high up in the air that the photographers caught the toe of his boot. He wouldn’t have exposed the little secret that he’s managed to keep tucked away for so long. 

Pierre Gasly.

There are too many celebrations that night for them to notice, but it trends on Twitter worldwide and a bunch of articles go up about their friendship timeline and someone on TikTok claims to have a video of the two of them making out in a club in Singapore - which is false because they barely saw each other in Singapore.

But, when they wake up, there’s a Ferrari and an Alpine PR shitstorm and there’s Lando standing outside their hotel room with caffeine and an apologetic look on his face. 

“You had to write it on your fucking boot, mate? Like, it’s primary? Return to owner or something?”

Charles doesn’t deny it. Lando leaves in a huff, but not before he lets in a group of PR people and Charles makes a mental note to have George go over to his place and give him one of his special early morning workout wake-ups. 

Pierre doesn’t let go of his hand though. Kisses it while staring at the Alpine man who suggests they arrange a girlfriend for him. 

Instead, Pierre write Charles Leclerc on the bottom of his right boot ahead of Vegas and then includes it in his Vegas Dump on Instagram.

Someone does end up posting a video of them making out in a club. But, it’s definitely from that weekend and it’s definitely not their fault.

#future fic #piarles #manifesting something but you be the deciding factor #I listened to Yours to Keep by Jordan Mackampa on repeat while I wrote this. #sorry for making y'all choke on content this last month #it will happen again

[this-daydream-is-dangerous-13]

Daylight MV by Harry Styles - why was it not the unreleased Two Ghosts MV 2.0? A timeline.

This video, released on July 19, 2023, is jam packed with Blondie and Haylor references. I think it was almost the sister project to the never released Two Ghosts MV…until it wasn’t. And I have an idea as to why.

Don’t believe me that it’s Haylor AF? Go read this amazing summary by @womanexile at whose request I am writing this timeline.

As we know, Harry was filming the video on and around May 10 and 11, 2022, based in articles and pap/drone photos from the time, like this Daily Mail article:

Let’s review the timeline:

April 22, 2022 - Harry performs at Coachella weekend 2 in Indio, CA.

April 26, 2022 - OW is onstage at CinemaCon in Las Vegas when she is served custody papers. H is not there.

But where is H? According to the article - circus training!

Late April/early May - Harry starts training in Kent, England with family-owned Sanctus Circus.

From the article:

“A source told [the publication]: Harry has spent weeks being taught circus skills for this video — he wanted it to be a real spectacle.

'It is probably his most expensive video yet because as well as all the rehearsals, it was a huge set with loads of extras and really extravagant costumes'.

The source revealed to the publication that the singer pushed himself to the limit in order to perform the stunts. Adding: 'It's been a real undertaking and the finished product will prove why he's one of the biggest pop stars in the world.' “

So late April - May 11 - circus stuff. Which is part time and on-and-off, I imagine. Then filming. And this was an UNDERTAKING that would have required a lot of planning.

He even arranged to have live animals, as outlined here in an article with the horse and parrot handlers:

Some take aways:

- he was supposed to the riding *the WHITE horse*. And when that didn’t work, he ensured the white horse remained in the shot.

- they only had a short time to teach him with the animals, but he listened and did exactly what they said.

- the legendary Styles charm extends to grumpy parrots named Poppleguy. “He's a little bit picky and he went straight on Harry Styles' shoulder, the sign of a good vibe," [his owner] said.”

Who can resist this man?!

But he HAS to know that he’ll get questions about the song title, since it shares a name with a song by Blondie. And he gets photographed making this video - articles about it start appearing May 12, 2022.

So what does he do next? Creates a smoke screen! Good thing two of his best friends—Ben Winston and James Corden—run a late night show known for outrageous bits with musicians. And he has a long history of doing crazy things with them, so no one will bat an eye.

He heads off to NYC for Harry’s House promo and ONO, but first — he has a DUPLICATE video to shoot.

And it’s hilarious, watching him shock and delight a quartet of Brooklyn residents and their friends:

And look at the clapperboard to date it:

Bottom right - MAY 17/22.

The next morning, May 18, he is on air with Howard Stern who immediately brings up Blondie (look at H’s usual TS grin!!). And watch him evade:

“You’re reading too much into it…I know you’d like me to tell you ‘you’re spot on’ but…yeah, you’re not.”

But you know who thinks Howard actually is Spot On? Harry’s Mom!!

The Late Late Daylight video airs on May 26/27, 2022 (depending on your time zone). And here is Anne’s IG story when she watches it:

And then - Harry keeps the circus video in his pocket. For FIFTEEN MONTHS. And makes and releases other videos.

There’s background speculation that the still images captured (Birdrry) might be for a Daydreaming or Grapejuice or other video, despite the bird. After all - we already have a Daylight MV!

And then, on July 18th, 2023 at his penultimate HSLOT concert in Lisbon, Harry has the bird image shown on the screen as he finishes singing Daylight.

After the concert, we learn that the video will drop in July 19th at 5pm UK, 12 pm Eastern.

And while the As It Was video promo stated: “It’s just us”, this one proclaims “It’s just a video, just for you.”

Which naturally leads us to this parallel:

And it is followed by the 10-minute 2nd encore piano ballad at the final HSLOT concert on July 22, introduced in Italian by saying “I wrote this for you, just for tonight.”

**My theory - its release is another in a long line of grand gestures designed to remind and assure Blondie of his ongoing, perpetual love and devotion.**

[i-sveikata]

Hello, I just wanted to write that I re-read the last chapter again (I can’t stop) Your fanfic is what kept my mental health going (it was a really hard year) over the past year and I’m grateful for that 🥰But I was so immersed in this story, on  at the moment this is the only ff that I read on this fandom, and it should already be so (for more than a year now, it’s incredible)😊I like that the characters are so alive, the feelings are so vivid, and they are so intertwined with depth and important themes and also  with sex (Vegas's pov still haunts me, I'm really looking forward to reading some kind of sexual experience from his point of view, because he's just so bad for it, AND VERY HOT), but we know that he hides his  real emotions 👀I’m looking forward to how events will develop further, you are so talented 💘It’s so incredible that you can write such a beautiful, emotional story for FREE that will find such a response in many, I’ve been here for a year now and I’ll wait as long as you want to  enjoy this work and read how these two live their happy twisted life (and this is just my wish...in my head it’s a canon that they killed Korn, ehhh dreams)😈At the end I want to wish you health and send hugs 🫂 And if possible,  can I have a little spoiler about “Vegas will do something stupid, and Pete will do something even worse” I’m so interested 😭😭😭 But if not, then I’m okay with it and ready to wait further 💜 P.S. I’m not a native English speaker, I hope everyone is here  It's clear

oh hello there!!! oh my gosh that honestly means so much to hear that and im so happy it could offer something meaningful during the past year though i do hope this year treats you better!!

ahhhhhhh thank you so much!!! im so glad you think i brought it to life that way!! oh wow yes his pov is very much diving under the surface of what Pete has been interpreting this entire time. wow yes and if there is a sex scene in his pov you can bet its going to be deeply obsessed and unsettling whilst we hear how he experiences that from his pov and how it all makes him feel. like dude high key wants to climb inside petes body and live there permanently there will be no normal internal thoughts whilst theyre having sex haha.

youre so right he does hide way too much!!! and were going to be seeing a lot of that the more we have his POV. ah thank you thank you!! its honestly been so amazing that its resonated with people this much and the experience has been so rewarding!! ah thank you youre too sweet!

omg yeah they should murder korn what an idea. thank you!!! sending you good health and hugs too!!!

oh sure!! well basically its going to revolve around pete finally deciding that he wants to bottom but when he tries to bring that up in his usual halting, beating around the bush kind of way vegas just ends up putting his mouth in it. but like in the most extreme, worst way possible. badly enough that pete makes his own petty, spiteful plan instead and decides to go elsewhere, knowing that it will set vegas off in the worst way but hes angry enough to try and rub that in vegas' face.

except- well it backfires and then the both of them are really into it and they both end up getting exactly what they wanted in the end anyway.

hope thats enough of a spoiler hint!

your english is great!!! and its very clear and easy to understand!! honestly so impressed with people who know more than one language and who talk to people in that other language!! like ur brain???? its so powerful!!!

hope you have a nice night!!

#fic asks #ill fill the graveyards until i have you #spoilers

[tonberry-yoda]

Casino Party - Donquixote Doflamingo

Pairing - Donquixote Doflamingo x f!reader

Warnings - none! i mean, there's kinda suggestive stuff, but nothing mentioned intensely. if you've ever been to Las Vegas, it's kinda like that lmao

Word Count - 1,172

Notes - crocodile and doflamingo are casino dudes.

And don’t forget, REQUESTS ARE OPEN! So if you want to request any writing, please don’t hesitate to ask, but please read my pinned post before requesting! Please enjoy!! Don’t forget to stay hydrated! <3

“You’ve told me a lot about Doflamingo, but I haven't actually met him, believe it or not.” Crocodile turned to her, shocked. “What?!” “Yeah. It's actually pretty weird,” she looked over her outfit, fixing her giant fur coat. “It's like I know every little thing about him, but I couldn't put a face to his name if you asked me to.” “Oh, believe me, you could.” Crocodile adjusted the collar of her coat and turned her towards the mirror.

“You look great.” “You think?” She ran her ring covered fingers over her waist and hips, feeling a little out of her comfort zone wearing something so… tight. “I do. But to be honest, I'm still baffled.” Crocodile helped lead her out of the room, towards a large boat that was to take them to their island getaway. “What? That I haven't met Doflamingo?” “Yes! I could've sworn I introduced the two of you.” “Nope! I don't even know what color hair he has.” “Now I'm all scared for you.” “Why?” “It's going to be your first time meeting him. I would've liked to have you meet him sooner, not at some party.” She sighed, already feeling her pearl necklace itching her collarbone. “Pray for me, Croc.” “I'm sure you’ll be fine. He just… has a little problem when he’s around everyone. His ego shoots up, like he’s better than everyone. And with you dressed like,” Crocodile looked at her dress and back at the ocean. “That. He might take it the wrong way.” “Take it the wrong way? How?” “Let's just say that he and I have been working in the casino business for a long time. We’ve seen a lot of different women in our lives. So make sure to stand your ground. Feel free to bring me in if need be.” “I'll be fine. You still treat me like a child, Croc. You don't have to act like my protective older brother all the time.” Crocodile giggled, grabbing a drink from someone who walked by. “I just get worried about you sometimes. Especially around someone like him.” “But Croc, I-” “I know, I know. You’re on your way to becoming a warlord too. I understand that you’re strong, and believe me, not a lot of things scare me when it comes to you. But Doflamingo? That guy scares the shit out of me.”

Crocodile set down his drink and took a puff of his cigar looking out at the ocean that was shimmering a dark blue, the moon reflecting in the ripples of the small waves. “We’re almost there. Are you ready?” She stretched, seeing an island up ahead with neon lights and spotlights shining to the stars. “You bet I am. And don't worry, Croc. If you need anything, I'll find you.” “You better.” She squeezed his hand, heading for the exit. “I will. Promise.”

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Her feet hurt like hell. Those heels were the worst idea she had yet. She needed to sit down. God, it hadn't even been an hour and her feet hurt and she already lost Crocodile. No matter. She would find Doflamingo. It was her goal, after all. She needed to put a face to that crazy name he had made for himself.

How did this place have no empty benches? Everywhere was full or nonexistent and she could just feel her feet developing blisters. “Screw it.” She found the emptiest place she could and took a seat on the ground. Whatever works. At least her feet weren't in misery anymore. Plus, it gave her a fun view. Girls running without shoes, the bottom of their feet stained black from the cigarette ash covered ground, laughing together. Drunk men trying to flirt with sober women who were just teasing them for the thrill of it. Couples making out left and right. It was a crazy party. She was a little frightened she might get stolen sitting on the floor like that, but there weren't too many people around, so she felt safe for the time being.

“Hey,” she looked up to find a tall man leaning over her, a giant smile on his face as a toothpick stuck out from his lips. “You okay down there, missy?” Women clung to his arms and she stood up in shock. This man was taller than Crocodile, and he was eight foot three! “I-I'm fine.” She took a step back as he looked at her with slight concern in his eyebrows. She couldn't tell what his eyes were saying, however, since they were covered by giant cateye glasses with pink lenses. It couldn't be…

“Is your name Doflamingo?!” She couldn't help it. It just slipped out. The man tilted his head and shooed away the women who were clinging to him. “How do you know my name?” He kneeled down to her level, which was a lot. He was so lanky, it took his full power just to get down to make eye contact with her. “I… uh… I'm a friend of Crocodile’s.” “Gator boy?!” The mood immediately changed as a bright smile appeared on his face as he flicked his toothpick away. “Well goddamn. You shoulda told me sooner, little lady. Just saw the bastard moments ago! So, you’re the little chick he always hangs around, huh? Nice to meetcha sweet pea.” He stuck out his hand, his long fingers encasing her entire hand as she shook it. “I hope this isn't weird to say,” Doflamingo put his hand on the small of her back, listening to every word she had to say as he led her away from the corner. “But I've heard a lot about you, Doflamingo.” “Is that so? Is Croc talkin’ about me?” “A lot actually.” “Of course he is, that son of a bitch. I've heard bits and pieces about you, but I wasn't expecting you to look like… this.” He looked at her, as if in awe. “Oh, stop.” She blushed, rubbing the back of your neck.

“Believe it or not,” she giggled, walking out to the courtyard with him. “You are exactly what I was imagining.” “I figured. I do give off ‘Doflamingo vibes’, don't I?” “Yeah. And it doesn't help that you wear that giant pink jacket.” “I suppose it doesn't.” He gave her a loving look as she sat on a swing that was hanging from a tree. “Who were those women you were with, Doflamingo?” Doflamingo blushed. “Uh. Not important. They’re no one. Uh… I was hoping you wouldn't ask that.” He nervously giggled, sitting on the ground next to her, but somehow being at her level. “Why not?” “I was hoping I could take you out on a date… but uh… that might’ve made me look pretty bad, huh?” She giggled, jumping off of the swing, sitting next to him on the grass. “We can go on a date. But those women won't be in the picture,” she looked into his eyes as his glasses fell, her eyes making him fall in love immediately. “Got it?”

#donquixote doflamingo #doflamingo #donquixote doflamingo x reader #doflamingo x reader #donquixote doflamingo one piece #doflamingo one piece #donquixote doflamingo op #doflamingo op #one piece x reader #op x reader #one piece #op #fanfic #fanfiction #writing #my writing #hope everyone is doing well #<3

[moregraceful]

Hi Kasper!!! Are you writing for Time Begins? If so, may I ask for a teeny tiny sneak peek? 😳🫣

If not/also, it is clear you love the Giants most and I don't blame you but what are your favorite non-Giants ships, or Giant/non-Giant ships? And what do you love about them?

Hope these are interesting enough!

Oh bless you I love to share unedited snippets of fic that will ultimately go through an absolute chainsaw massacre of rewrites...under the cut below

But first, non-Giants ships!!! I have many. This is going to reveal an INTENSE Blue Jays bias. I've been banging the drum for more Bo Bichette/Vladimir Guerrero Jr for like. years. I love them so much they're so tender and they look so good in each other's arms. I'm also powerfully crazed by the fact that Lourdes Gurriel Jr wanted to dom Bo Bichette so bad. Why was he so up in Bo's grill. Why do people see Bo Bichette and all their blood goes to their dick. Also why is no one kissing George Springer??? I think Vladdy should kiss him. I mean I think the whole team should all kiss him but Vladdy specifically should kiss him while they eat their stupid wonderbread sandwiches. Also though I am not a scholar of the old men on that team, every time they cross my dash they're doing something bananas gay. Love it. Blue Jays scholars please educate me on your old men! Basically whatever gay juice they seem to be spiking their gatorade with up there in Canada: it's good

I also very fond of Gunnar Henderson/Adley Rutschman of the Baltimore Orioles....chosen one 4 chosen one, it's SO good. Also they're huge and hot and Baltimore is such an interesting town. what more do you need. let them go on dates doing weird shit and eating ice cream!!! Also very fond of Chris Davis/Adam Jones for insane reasons, and Manny Machado/Jonathan Schoop for normal reasons.

My one Yankees mutual has found better things to do than spend her life on Tumblr (I miss you Rhi 😭😭) so I am sadly not as keyed into whatever those gay fucks are up to as I was but I have a special place in my heart for Kyle Higashioka and Gerrit Cole bc their arranged marriage is insane. Also, we are always on team Hapa. Also need someone to tell me if Aaron Judge and Anthony Rizzo are anything bc the pregame meal commercial is lodged in my brain like a disease you get from drinking river water, but since I have zero remaining Yankees mutuals, I have no idea what's up.

AND FINALLY, ENDING HERE SINCE THIS IS GETTING LONG, I am very fond of my friends across the bay the Oakland Athletics!! I saw an insane headline yesterday about the A's playing at Oracle while their stadium is being built in Las Vegas. This was, to be clear, the most deranged thing I have ever read and it will never happen because Larry Baer would kill David Kaval and John Fischer in real life -- HOWEVER, the idea of the Baby O's interacting with the baby Giants because they would share a stadium and presumably clubhouse made me howl like a dog. First of all, Tony Kemp and Mike Yastrzemski would be great co-parents (they're in love, they're in love, and they DON'T care who knows it) and I think their combined power could right the sinking ships of both teams. second of all, I need to see what happens when you mix traumatized Oakland rookies with Giants rookies who are being forced to play Kaplerball. I think it would literally be catastrophically horny. the teams would invent several new mental illnesses. the amount of doubleheaders would have a horrible effect on San Francisco's water supply. I honestly think we'd get a like California Hockey situation, where you come to the Bay Area and get your ass kicked by both teams, who meanwhile lose every single away game they play and are at the bottom of their respective leagues. It would be so good and so bad and I don't think the teams OR the fanbases would ever recover. The whole thing is very we found love in a hopeless place. What would you do, if you were Casey Schmidt, and you met Lawrence Butler? You would be so horny, and so uncool about it.

Anyway thank you for asking!!! and sorry to m pindergarten specifically and only, if she read that last paragraph

Excerpt of my very neglected Time Begins fic:

Blake almost bails on Casey to hang out with Sean but when he floats the idea past Sean as they all dress to leave, Sean stares at him in disbelief. “Don’t be an idiot,” he says.

“Why? You’re my friend.” Blake doesn’t get the look on Sean’s face. He just wants Sean to feel better.

“So is Casey,” says Sean. “Stop making him feel bad.”

“You feel bad now,” protests Blake.

Sean stands up. He towers over Blake while Blake is sitting with one of his shoes half on. Sean puts both hands on Blake’s shoulders and bends down. “Blake,” he says very quietly. “It is Pride weekend. Casey is asking you to get a beer with him on Pride weekend.”

“Oh,” says Blake. He blinks. “Oh, okay. I thought Pride weekend was a couple weeks ago but I guess that explains all the lesbians I saw this morning when I walked to the grocery store. Like, Dyke March, because it’s Saturday, right? So he wants to get a beer with me on Pride weekend, which is meaningful. I guess.”

Sean presses his forehead against Blake’s. “Don’t squash his joy,” he says. “Not today. Not this weekend.”

He cups the back of Blake’s neck. “Or I’ll tell Craw you made Casey cry,” he says sweetly.

Sean straightens. Blake makes a face. “You’re supposed to be my friend,” he says. “You’re not supposed to give me a shovel talk.”

Sean flicks him in the forehead. “I got a hot date tonight. Don’t text.” He swaggers off.

“Don’t call me for a ride home because I’m busy tonight,” Blake yells after him. He puts on his shoes.

#the fic is suuuuuch garbage and i need to edit it so bad but i am trying to yeet as many boxes out of this house as i can #before my new job starts next week. so every single fic i'm working on is having a nice restful stay in the garden for a while #my lakehouse fic likely will not get finished....alas lol. after i finish time begins i gotta throw all my energy into my fth fic #i have created a nightmare situation for myself beyond mortal comprehension but hey! at least i have dental insurance again #this post is a hot fucking mess my god but again the only person i'm apologizing to is m pindergarten. sorry m 😔 #cage replies #anon

[huggybug]

more than my hometown - brendan brisson

word count: 1.0k words

note: it’s kinda short but… first thing i’ve written in a while!! yay! hoping that this gets me back into writing a bit🥲

“Come with me” Brendan pleaded for the fifth time today. The past few years, you’d gotten used to Brendan moving away at the end of summer. First it was to Minnesota, then Chicago, and finally Michigan. However this year was different. He was going to Vegas, he had finally made it to the NHL and he had to move to his new home; away from California, away from the beaches, away from you.

“Brendan, you know I can’t” You sighed. Brendan had always had the same dream. He was going to grow up and play in the NHL. When he was younger, he wanted to play in Chicago, with some of his Dad’s clients. You can remember when you were kids, playing in his family’s pool, listening to your younger brothers scream at each other while Brendan talked on and on about his big dreams.

“I’m going to do it” Brendan said excitedly, flopping down onto the pool float next to you.

“I know. You’re going to go play in Chicago with Kane and Toews” You answer, licking your popsicle so that it doesn’t make a mess as it melts.

“No really, Y/n. I’m going to play in the NHL one day and you’re going to be there, front row, cheering me on” You laugh but nod along.

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else” Brendan grinned, splashing some water up at you which made you squeal.

“Why can’t you? There’s nothing you’re doing here that you couldn’t in Vegas” His voice brings you back to the present, refocusing on his packed suitcase, still laying open on his bedroom floor.

“My family’s here” You say weakly, knowing it’s not a very strong argument.

“So is mine” He answers, as if you didn’t know that. “Jen would love a reason to come visit Vegas. Plus then both our moms can talk about ‘losing their oldest children’” Brendan rolls his eyes. Over the past few weeks, Kim had been running around getting everything ready for his move and Brendan, while grateful, had been complaining that she was being dramatic.

Your moms were best friends, they had been since they were in middle school and when they found out they were pregnant at the same time, they immediately knew their kids would be best friends as well.

“Aren’t they so cute?” Kim practically squealed, raising her eyebrows when you came down the stairs. Brendan was waiting for you at the bottom, clad in his tux that was usually for hockey games. Tonight however, it was for your prom.

When you and Brendan started dating, the summer before he left for his senior year at SSM, your parents were over the moon. Your moms were probably planning the wedding before the conversation was over.

“Come on you two, let’s get some pictures!” Your mom herded you and Brendan over near the door. Your brother and Jordan spent the entire time making fun of you both, mimicking your poses behind your moms so that they didn’t get caught.

“Look Bren, I just can’t go okay?” There hadn’t been much of a conversation between you two. Brendan had assumed that if you weren’t coming, nothing would change. That after doing long distance for years, you’d keep on doing it.

His years in Michigan were the easiest, you weren’t in school or working really so you were able to go visit him often. His friends even claimed that you were their fourth roommate because of how often you were there.

“Why? And don’t give me a dumb excuse, I want a real reason” He crosses his arms over his chest, waiting for your answer.

“I want to settle down, plant some roots and I only want that here, not anywhere else” It wasn’t that you expected Brendan to stay here, you honestly hadn’t even thought this far ahead. It seemed like him making it to the NHL was so far away, there wasn’t any point in thinking about it but it had creeped up on you and now here you were, days away from him leaving and you still hadn’t figured it all out.

“We can have that in Vegas!” Brendan exclaims and you sigh.

“I can’t leave. I don’t want to. Moving away is your thing, you’ve always wanted to get out of here and I know that, it’s just not the same for me, it never has been” Brendan’s always been on the move, never in one city for too long and he liked that.

“I thought that we would do this together” He said quietly, staring down at his suitcase and the scattered clothes surrounding it.

“It’s your big dream Bren, I don’t blame you for picking up and leaving” You step closer to him, taking one of his hands in yours. “Your dreams are finally coming true and I’m so happy for you babe”

“It’s not really my dream if you’re not there with me” You hated how sad he sounded. It was like his entire attitude towards moving to Vegas had shifted within a day.

“Brendan…” You sighed, reaching up to brush a few stray hairs away from his eyes.

“Do you not love me enough?” Brendan asks and your heart stops. “Is that it? You don’t want to move because you don’t think we’re going to last?”

“Brendan I love you more than a California sunset… more than a beer you sneak when you’re not even 21 yet” You say softly, fiddling with the chain hanging around his neck. He chuckled lightly at the two things you mentioned; two things you had shared many times together. Brendan always snuck out two beers from his dad’s fridge, passing one to you and then grabbing your hand and running down to the stretch of beach behind his house. Countless nights on the beach, watching the sunset and talking about everything and anything, just enjoying each other’s company. So safe to say, it was a surprise that he would think any different. “I’m not the runaway kind, I can’t change that. I don’t want to leave this place, I don’t think I ever could”

“But you love me” His voice waivers.

“I do Bren, with all my heart” You assured him.

“Then why can’t you come with me?” He asks quietly.

“Because as much as I love you, I can’t love you more than my hometown”

#brendan brisson x reader #brendan brisson imagine #brendan brisson fic #vegas golden knights #hockey writing #hockey fic #nhl players #nhl fanfiction

[aggold15hi01]

My personal thoughts on the micromanagement treatment between Logan & Williams

⚠️ Disclaimer: This post is a very long post.

⚠️ Trigger warning: Mentions of "C-19" and mentions of micromanagement with Dallas Wings on former head coach Vicky Johnson plus ex Dallas Wings Player Allisha Gray plus Williams Racing Team on current Team principle James Vowles and Logan Sargeant in addition to how author did felt as if she did hit her lowest point of her very own life (A.k.a Rock bottom for real) due to countless events which did happened in her in her very own real life.

The way the Williams Racing Team treated Logan Sargeant does reminds me dejectedly and traumatically does reminds me of how Allisha had been treated by a former head coach of the Dallas Wings Vicky Johnson had treated Allisha so badly by having to truthfully bad-mouthed her and putting the blame on Allisha for a poor performance on the game of Las Vegas Aces vs Dallas Wings back in June 2021 on a five game road trip; it's like they think Allisha was responsible for the loss because of how she had been feeling drained from the 3x3 Basketball qualification event at Austria where she was playing with the 3x3 USA Team alongside Kelsey Plum; Stefanie Dolson and *Katie Lou Samuelson (*Whom she had contributed her part with the team on the qualification event way before sitting on the Tokyo Olympics due to "tested +" for C-19 so Jackie Young who is a team mate of Kelsey Plum with the Las Vegas Aces had to truly take place of KLS) and was also named as a "MVP" of the 3x3 USA Basketball Team during her time with the USA 3x3 Basketball at the Qualifying event in Europe and then meanwhile, Vicky Johnson had placed the blame on Allisha for the poor performance she had placed her during the time of the LV Aces vs the Dallas Wings Team back in June 2021 on the 5 Game Road Trip and already this does reminds me of how the Williams Racing Team unfortunately treated Logan in such a bad manner which does really makes my heart felt sad for him--especially with all of the comments which are deeply hurtful, nasty and downright insulting towards Logan and already do we need anymore insults for that?? No, I don't think we needed it anymore.

Plus also sorry if I did have to write this post because these days I did felt as if I am feeling as if I am at my lowest point these days as honestly, it does saddens my heart to hear what Logan had to truthfully went through in his very own life not just only as a professional F1 Driver but also both as a person and as a human being as well.

Anyway, in other words; thank you for reading this long and lengthy post about the rant that I did truthfully have to truthfully say about what Logan had to went through with the Williams Racing Team just the same as how Allisha went through with the Dallas Wings Team and a former head coach on Vicky Johnson back in 2021 and 2022 way before the changes on how Allisha got a request to be traded to her home team of the Atlanta Dream. (Plus yes, I am still in a full-on level of denial of how Allisha got traded away to a team like the Atlanta Dream and yet Dallas tried to rebuild themselves by fulfilling the void with Maddy Siergrist; Ashley Joens [Whom IDK what had happened to her after they waived her off from the Wings Team]: and so many draft picks whom there is no way they can fulfill the void of Allisha Gray, Kayla Thornton or Marina Mabrey as this does makes the team looks way too different more so than how they are with players like Lish, Kayla: Marina; the seldom utilized Chelsea; Jasmine, Bella and also the waived off Jazz Bond; Destinee Walker and Unique Thompson. Sheesh.

Also, sorry if the post is truthfully long and rant(y) ever since I got so much to say to be honest at this point; everyone.

Anyway; let's all be kind and be respectful to each other and thank you again, for reading this post.

#my own post #my own words #my own writing #my writing #my own thoughts #personal #text #text post #allisha gray #logan sargeant #TW Micromanagement #tw bullying

[nickgerlich]

Southern Fried

The job of the marketer has always been to shout a little louder than the next guy. As evidence of this, we need only look to the 1940s through 1960s, when one of the primary means of communication was the sign out front. At a time when neon, chaser bulbs, and huge arrows were the visual equivalent of SHOUTING, marketers had one choice: Make them bigger and bolder, or go home.

And if you Google Main Street images from that era, you will see exactly what I mean. Amarillo Boulevard, while not exactly center city, was Route 66, and that’s where all the interstate traffic was. It looked like Las Vegas lit up at night. “Stay here!” “Eat over here!” “No…over here!”

Television then augmented and forever changed the way we communicate, and it was during the 60s that TVs became common household appliances, sometimes with more than one in a house. Sneaky advertisers and broadcasters collaborated to make sure the audio was just a little bit louder on the adverts.

Skip forward to the early internet era, banner ads and other display communications relied on movement to get our attention. A static image is not going to snag eyeballs as well as dancing or flashing letters or video. It all became so much visual clutter, just like some municipalities decreed about all those neon signs.

And now, in the fully digital era, marketers have a slew of options available, but just like many decades ago, it all boils down to the attention economy. You must find a way to stand out among the crowd, whether you do it through your app, or sophisticated geo-fencing. But apps are a dime a dozen, and our phones are filling up. Contrary to what some may think, there is an upper limit to how many apps you can save, and the one you downloaded years ago for Taco Bell may be lost amid dozens of others. Geo-fencing brings its own hazards, such as distracting people while driving.

But then there is text messaging, something that is now considered soooo-20th century (the first SMS text message was sent in 1992). Since texting is a primary means of communication between us and family, friends, and colleagues, it remains open as an important channel. It catches our attention with a ding and a screen notification.

KFC franchisee KBP brands is relying on the ability of text messages to rise above the clutter, and just launched a new customer engagement tool to all of its 847 KFC franchises. It will allow for narrowcasting to the demographics of a particular restaurant’s area, and carry promos, regionalized menu preferences, and even recognize nearby competition.

Now, I fully understand that text messages are an imperfect medium, as are all the rest. We are already inundated with text messages from a variety of contacts, including restaurants with whom we previously opted-in. I still receive periodic texts from Chipotle, something I signed up for years ago, but as I noted recently, have not been back in years.

Then there are the spam and phishing texts we receive, hoping that we will fall for the urgency of the message. KBP Brands will have to work hard to overcome these weaknesses, although their test market at 162 of their shops (kudos to them for doing this the right way) showed a 30% growth rate in subscribers. Of courses, when you start at zero, monthly growth rates can look pretty impressive. The bottom line is whether those messages generate sales, repeat visits, and brand loyalty.

Another feature of the messages is that they can include coupons as well as ties to a user’s digital wallet. Now you’re talking! Coupons can easily be redeemed regardless of how an order is placed, and tying it to my Apple Pay, for example, is just smart.

The beauty of text message programs is that they are cheap to implement. Someone has to write the message copy and load it, but sending them out is effectively free. Increased customer engagement is an intangible that has value, but added sales is something that goes straight to the bottom line.

To be fair, the long-term success of this program depends in large part on how many people opt-in, their response to the calls-to-action, and then—ultimately—staying above the din. If competitors see the program being successful, it will breed copycats.

For now, though, this seems like a wise move for KBP, the largest KFC franchisee in the US. As for KFC, it is one of the largest fast-food chains, and although owned by Yum! Brands these days, loves to harken back to the old days when Col. Harlan Sanders was frying chicken in his home state. It’s quite a story and tradition, and if you ever find yourself in Corbin Kentucky, I highly recommend stopping by for an extended visit to the Harlan Sanders Cafe & Museum.

I would have sent y’all a text with words and pics last summer when I visited, but I didn’t know most of you then, and didn’t have your number.

Dr “But You Can Still Enjoy My Photo Now“ Gerlich

Audio Blog

#marketing #KFC #SMS #textmessages #fastfood

[vintageshanny]

Play Something For Me - Part 3 - Impossible Dream Realized

Writing Prompt: “You’re staring.”

Content: Elvis in Vegas late summer 1973, fluff, smut, 18+

There will probably be at least a couple more parts to this, so if anyone wants to be tagged please let me know. Link to series page is at the bottom. 😘

Elvis raised his head from Ruby’s stomach and gave her a big smile.  “I have a lot of things in store for you, sweet red Ruby,” he grinned.  Ruby blushed and looked away.  “Aww, honey, I think it’s so sweet that ya never outgrew that blushin’ thing,” he teased.  Ruby smiled a little bit and admitted, “I actually think that’s something special just for you.  No one else calls me red Ruby, at least.”  Elvis’ face lit up a little bit.  “Is that right?  Well, my, um, music must have some powerful hold over ya then.  Why don’t ya change into somethin’ more comfortable and we can discuss what else is just for me.”  “I didn’t bring anything up here with me,” Ruby said nervously, smoothing her dress back down over her exposed areas.  Elvis rolled off the bed and rummaged through a drawer, pulling out a pajama top that matched his own.  “You can wear this, and I’ll have someone bring your stuff up here.  I want ya stayin’ with me.”

Elvis sat on the edge of the bed while Ruby got up to change, pulling her dress off and standing before him in just her lacy bra.  “You’re staring,” she whispered as she pulled the pajama shirt on, suddenly self-conscious about revealing herself to him.  “I can’t look at what’s mine?” he asked in a low voice that sent a shiver down her spine.  She was surprised by his immediate possessiveness of her, but in some strange way it also thrilled her to be wanted in this way.  She hadn’t felt like this in so long…maybe ever.  She didn’t remember her ex-husband ever looking at her with this kind of passion, not even as he unceremoniously rammed into her for the first time on their wedding night.  

“You can do more than look,” Ruby said the words boldly, but she knew she was blushing again as she stepped toward him and gently traced over his chest with her fingertips.  She pressed her hand against his heart and could feel it racing beneath her palm.  She was surprised to feel his whole body trembling as he pulled her down onto his lap into his warm embrace.  “Are you okay?” she whispered, running her fingers through his thick sideburns.  “I-I-I’m okay, baby, I-I’m jus’ a little nervous, I guess,” he chuckled.  “I’ve thought about this moment a lot, and I don’ wanna disappoint ya.”  “I already told you that you never could,” Ruby murmured in his ear as she reached down and felt the hardness of his length that was poking the side of her leg.  “Mmm,” Elvis groaned as she rubbed her hand over him.  “Can I tell you a secret?” she whispered.  Elvis nodded wordlessly with his eyes closed as she continued to caress him through his pajama pants.  “Ever since you leaned over me on that stage and I saw the way your pants were straining to contain this, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about how much I want to see you again.  To see…all of you.”  

Elvis opened his eyes wide with surprise as Ruby looked down in embarrassment.  “I’m sorry,” she mumbled.  “That sounds stupid.”  “No, baby, it’s not stupid at all. I’m just surprised that my sweet red Ruby has got such a dirty little mind,” he teased, making her flush and playfully swat at his shoulder.  “I just hope I can live up to the memories that ya have.”  “We can sit at the piano, I know how that turns you on,” Ruby said with a smile.  To her delight, this joke was rewarded with one of Elvis’ loud hiccupping laughs.  “No piano necessary, baby, this time you’re gonna be the one singin’.”  “Is that so?” she whispered, leaning into him, pushing him back against the pillows.  “Maybe we can sing together. A duet.”

Ruby slowly unbuttoned his silky pajama shirt and pushed it open to reveal his hairy chest and belly. There was a softness to him that made her lean in and leave a trail of kisses down his stomach. Elvis moaned a little bit and ran his fingers through her hair as she followed the soft furry trail all the way down to his waistband, her anticipation building for the prize just below it. Ruby tucked her fingers into the waistband of his pants, and he lifted his hips so she could slide them down.  Again she noticed him trembling as she laid her eyes on his bare body.  “Ohh,” she breathed out in amazement.  “You moaning like that just from the sight of him, baby?” Elvis smirked, trying to cover up his nerves with bravado. “He looks even better than I remember,” Ruby exclaimed as she moved in close to get a better look, examining the way he wobbled a little bit with excitement, his swollen head poking up out of the foreskin, needing attention. She ran her fingernails lightly down his torso, through his treasure trail of fuzz all the way down to his patch of pubic hair, causing him to shiver a little bit and give her a shy smile. “Even bigger too,” she added as she wrapped her hand around him and recalled how he felt in her hand that first time. She could see Elvis trying to hide his delight at this compliment as she leaned in and kissed the tip of him, licking up the bit of fluid that was leaking out. “Oh, Ruby,” he moaned out, reaching for her.  “I-I-I need to be inside ya. Been w-waitin’ so long. C’mere, baby,” he reached out and unbuttoned the shirt that she had just put on as she climbed on top of him, straddling his hips.  As she carefully lowered herself onto his throbbing cock, moaning the whole way down, he caressed her breasts through her lacy bra.  Once he was fully consumed by her, she started riding him, gently rocking her hips as she placed her hands on his warm chest.  It was not a position she was that used to, but something about him filling her up, so deep inside of her, while she felt the intense pounding of his heart felt so right.  

It was the first time Ruby had ever experienced two orgasms in one night, but the best feeling of all might have been the way Elvis called her name in a high-pitched moan as his hips stuttered up into her for the last time, an intense wave of pleasure washing over his entire body.  She lay down on his thick warm chest as that other thick warm part of him softened inside of her, soaking in the rapture of such an intimate moment before Elvis carefully scooched out from under her and went to get a cloth to clean them both up.  As he settled back into bed next to her, he stared into her face and stroked her cheek gently with the backs of his fingers.  “W-w-was that okay for ya, honey?  Did I take care of ya?” he asked gently.  “Oh, Elvis, it was perfect,” Ruby whispered, feeling tears well up in her eyes.  “It was a moment I’ve been dreaming of for so long, but I just tried to push it out of my mind because it seemed impossible.”  “Me too, honey,” Elvis responded, looking at her with concern.  “What’s wrong?  Why are ya cryin’?”  “I just, I feel so right with you.  No one’s ever been so tender with me. I don’t want it to end,” she whispered.  “Shh, s’okay baby, it’s only gonna get better from here.  I’m gonna treat my sweet red Ruby right. I-I’m so glad we found our way back to each other.” Ruby buried her face in his chest, trying to believe him, trying to ignore the looming heartbreak that the end of the week would bring.

@thatbanditqueen @missmaywemeetagain @be-my-ally @ellie-24 @whositmcwhatsit @from-memphis-with-love @powerofelvis thank you all for the love and support ❤️

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oohhh girl another one: TOP FIVE PERIOD DRAMAS (film or tv!!)

Oh that's such a tough fucking GET. but ok. These are my unbiased faves (I will unfortunately be excluding the terror from the running, because it should go without saying that it inherently takes the No. 1 slot- not just for Jared Harris reasons, but for historical accuracy and for Gothic Lit soulmateness), and for the sake of sanity I'm gonna put a cap at period past 100 years (because otherwise it would be way harder for me to choose with stuff like the shape of water in the running- I'm strictly going with the definition of taking place 100 years in the past or more and with the emphasis on fictionalization. ok. lets go)

5. Sense and Sensibility Oh I fucking love Alan Rickman. I always have. I also love Kate Winslett and this adaptation has some lovely nuance to it that I just adore. It's not as overt in its conflict as Pride and Prejudice is but it's beautiful in its nuance regardless. Just a lovely fucking time. 4. 1917 Look. I'm a Tolkien hoe. I was and still am obsessed with LOTR and the beauty and destruction that it embodies as a work conversant with Tolkien's own war trauma. I love that. I have also seen a fair number of war movies, but without a doubt, I don't think a single one of them has been conversant in the beauty and horror of war that inspired writers like Tolkien and C.S. Lewis and T.S. Elliot like this. None of them match this. Not to mention the masterclass in editing and long-form shot filmmaking this is. It's fucking beautiful top to bottom, and the fucking night window scene still gives me fucking chills. 3.BBC Jane Eyre Amazingly I only watched this one a couple weeks ago. Previously I did not know about it, but since I've been on a period drama bender for the sake of my own writing research, this one came up, and I really couldn't pass up the opportunity to see Toby Stevens as Mr. Rochester. I did not think that anything could blow the more recent adaptation of Jane Eyre out of the water, but color me surprised, Toby blew Mr. Fassbender out of the water, and color me surprised!!! I fucking ADORED Ruth Wilson in this as well!!! Honestly she and Toby had so much chemistry that it literally is still making me go insane thinking about it and I have to stop. Honestly I'm having a hard time placing this at no. 3 it really should be no. 2 but I have to have some principal about this.

2. 2005 P&P Look. I hate to be a basic hoe but this movie has always fucking bewitched me body and soul. Is it the best technical adaptation of Jane Austen? Probably not. Is it the most cinematically artful and do I also love Kiera Knightly and Matthew McFadyen? yeah. Also the hand touch is literally the most important maneuver ever committed to film and I will die by that. The way that has provided inspiration enough for an entire lifetime is unquestionably vital.

1. Black Sails What can I say? I love boat boys. Especially Pirates. I have been a pirate bitch since POTC2 came out and I saw it in Las Vegas with my dad, but what Black Sails did for me as a combination not just of literary characters but actual historical pirates, and the queerness among them, is literally fundamental to me as a person. Not to mention the writing poetic, poignant, and god tier, with an extremely socialist bent that I think gets missed in a lot of pirate media that really just... makes my fucking heart sing. Also Toby Stevens covered in blood Hot. And it's FUCKING FUNNY!!! Will never forget that painting debate scene ever in my life. She has it all and I will never forget her ever in my life.

#ask games #top 5's #girl this was so hard I love a good period piece

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Angst With A Happy Ending (4) Masterlist

part one, part two, part three

A Map of My Heart and Mind (ao3) - Cadensaurus (orphan_account)

Summary: Dan and Phil get drunk and wake up married in Vegas, the day after Dan's 25th birthday. Dan thinks they could just get it annulled but Dan knows what marriage means to Phil, how important it is, and he wonders if they can just fake it for a year so it's not a total waste and then divorce. Of course, a year is a long time to pretend to be married and things can always change...

August (ao3) - glowingatmosphere

Summary: When Dan returns home and meets up with his childhood friend Phil after they’ve finished their first year of uni, he notices that things between them are different. As they rekindle their friendship, Dan completely immerses himself in the new feelings that he’s developing for his best friend. But when Phil starts talking about another boy, Dan begins to wonder whether Phil was ever really his.

broken porcelain (put me back together baby) (ao3) - Tarredion

Summary: Dan wakes up - in pain, in little tiny pieces he can't make any sense of.

And Phil's out for the day, not there to take care of him while he lays in bed, contemplating the universe and why his goddamn brain has to spread its pain to the rest of his body on his worst of days.

Change Will Come (ao3) - rainbowchristy

Summary: Dan’s a depressed university student. Phil’s just a cute coffee shop barista who writes notes on Dan’s hot chocolates.

Cinnamon Lips (ao3) - aby55al (abyssa1)

Summary: Phil likes wearing pink and strawberry lip-gloss. Dan wears all black and chews cinnamon gum.

Colors - To Be Alone With You (ao3) - sapph_phan

Summary: When you see your soulmate, the world goes from black and white to full color. Phil sees Dan, and the world lights up. Dan sees Phil, and nothing changes.

In The Darkness, With You (ao3) - Ablissa

Summary: Phil, 28, video editor. Phil doesn’t believe in love at first sight, and that is not about to change anytime soon. But what about lust? Just two short weeks ago, he’d say no, definitely not.

Not anymore. Not since he first locked eyes with Dan, the new intern at the company he works for. Not since he first thought, “I want him”.

Phil’s wish does come true, but there’s a catch. It doesn’t mean anything.

let the games begin - dxnhowell

Summary: The Hunger Games is happening once again. Phil Lester has never been interested due to his grandpa shielding him away from most of it. But now, Phil wants to learn more about the Games. Then, he meets a boy from District 6 who has been chosen to take part in The Hunger Games. Phil becomes attached, and he’ll do anything to help keep this boy alive.

Let the Human In - rainbowchristy

Summary: It’s just a regular workday for Phil. Doing rounds with his patients, helping out with the occasional emergency department case. The only difference? He has one new patient in the ED. One found unconscious on the street. One who starts throwing up from seemingly nothing. One, with a very dark backstory and no hope for the future.

like a heartbeat drives you mad (ao3) - lestered (clonetrobed)

Summary: sequel to “thunder only happens when it’s raining”

Dan closes his eyes for a few breaths, then blinks them back open. “If you’d asked me that a year ago?” He bites his bottom lip and worries it between his teeth. “I’d have said yes for sure. But that sounds fucked up to me now.”

Phil lifts his eyebrows slightly. “What changed?”

The answer to that, Dan knows, is unsurprisingly simple. He swallows just to make sure he’s not choked up when he speaks.

“I met you.”

Not Your Type (ao3) - andthenshesaid-write (ladyknight1512)

Summary: Dan has been valet to Prince Phil for ten years and has managed to keep his feelings a secret because he knows they can never be together. When the royal family throws a masquerade ball to celebrate Phil’s 25th birthday, Dan takes the opportunity to finally face Phil as an equal.

Remember, Everything Will Be Alright (ao3) - luvliv2004

Summary: Dan's life is forever changed when his plan to have a child at the same time as his best friend Harry goes awry. The community Dan finds in his newlywed husband Phil along with Harry and his boyfriend Louis is what gets him through his roughest holiday yet.

RIFT (ao3) - A_Million_Regrets

Summary: Phil is just a mere eight-year-old naive child when his mom keenly introduces him to his new stepbrother, Dan. They become friends and start living together fairly quickly. As years slip by, Phil slowly realises three things: First, Dan looks at him with pain in his gaze. Second, an inexplicable rift is separating them. Third, what he feels for Dan is more than just brotherly love.

these violent delights of love (ao3) - cyanica

Summary: Dan is hopelessly in love, Phil’s seemingly oblivious and they’re on a world tour just to make things more chaotic.

And yet, the Gods, or the Ruler of the Universe, or whoever the hell was in charge decided Dan needed to die in the end, too. Currently, leaning over the porcelain throne of shit and piss was the Gods' human voodoo doll, throwing up the contents of his unfortunate Indian dinner – and significantly more alarming than that: black tulips. Fucking flowers. This wasn’t real life.

this dreaming endurance (ao3) - JudeAraya

Summary: A mortal child born of immortal parents. Six seeds eaten under the new moon, a desperate transaction made in the face of blind love, and the consequences of trying to change your fate.

Thunder Only Happens When It's Raining (ao3) - Nefertiti1052 (Succubusphan)

Summary: Dan meets Phil at the lowest moment in his life and is immediately enchanted by him, but nobody is perfect - not even those with good intentions and a kind heart.

This is the story of two imperfect people trying to do their best, to find love and strive in life. They gravitate towards each other at every turn, sometimes dancing in harmony, other times colliding.

timid heart, hide my scars (make me stronger) - dxnhowell

Summary: Dan has trust issues thanks to his abusive ex-boyfriend. Then, he meets Phil by randomly bumping into him one day. Dan’s worried about Phil finding out about his past. Phil shows Dan that not every man is like Matthew.

Twice as proud (ao3) - glowingatmosphere

Summary: Dan was nervous and scared on his way there, but now that he’s actually here, in Phil's presence, and his thoughts and the words he has to say to him are closer to being actualised, Dan is terrified and wants nothing more than to take it all back.

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