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daddyslilchickenfingers2 · 1 month

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Kinktober (reuploaded)

Pent up (Chris)

Request: None

Warnings: Small fight, horny Chris, besties to lovers (when is that not the case?), minimal crying, inexperienced Chris, handjob, embarrassment/humiliation if you squint, switch Chris & reader, cumshot, riding, minimal degradation, begging

Chris’ pov

I’ve only ever had sex once in my life, it was when I was 17 and it was pretty trash, not gonna lie. It’s been 3 years since then and it’s been up to me to get myself off, which had been fine until recently. Nothing I do is working, I’ve tried switching hands, grinding on my bed, fucking pillows, humping random things, using a vibrator, and I still can’t cum. That doesn’t stop my dick from getting hard though, sometimes I go all day with a half-hard dick. It’s gotten to the point where it’s uncomfortable and starting to hurt because basically, all I can do is edge myself. I haven’t been able to fucking cum for 6 weeks, I don’t do hookups or one-night stands either so I’m literally screwed. (or not screwed in this sense)

Now that our friend Y/n from back home has moved to LA as well, my usually half-hard dick has become fully hard. We’ve known her for about 8 years, so needless to say she’s our best friend but that doesn’t mean I don’t find her attractive. Sure, in middle and high school I wasn’t attracted to her like that, plus she was more so Nick’s friend until we turned 16 and he came-out. She’s recently gotten a bigger following on social media and had moved out to LA for better opportunities, it was also obviously a plus that she’d get to see us more.

If I’m being honest, ever since Covid, Y/n has really had a glow up, we all have. However, I wasn’t used to seeing her all the time, except for on FaceTime, but her attractiveness never really affected me then. Now with Y/n coming over all the time, it was hard not to be affected by her attractiveness. It’s even harder when she wears short shorts/skirts, crop tops, or tank tops, and especially when she’s braless. I’d never say or do anything though, I don’t want to make her uncomfortable. Plus, what am I supposed to say? “Oh by the way, you make me hard when you wear clothes like that, could you please stop?” there’s absolutely no way I’d do that.

I’ve been doing my best to avoid Y/n for the past month and I think she’s starting to catch on, she probably thinks I’m mad at her. I catch her giving me hurt and confused looks all the time and Matt says I hurt her feelings by pushing her away for no reason. Except there was a reason, but nobody knew that and nobody was going to find out. At least that was the plan until today as Y/n came over yet again. She walked through the door as usual, saying hi to Matt and Nick before they left for some reason. I was extremely confused because we didn’t have any plans and they didn’t mention that they were going somewhere.

Y/n came over to the couch and sat next to me, I just stayed on my phone until she took it out of my hand. She set it down on the coffee table before wrapping both her arms around my left one. Y/n put her head on my shoulder and sadly said, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what I did but I’m sorry.” that made me feel like shit. I sighed and removed my arm from her hold to give her an actual hug. “Don’t apologize, you didn’t do anything wrong. If anything, I’m sorry.” I sighed again as I heard her sniffle. She wrapped her arms tightly around my torso and I heard her sniffing a second time.

“Please don’t cry Y/n, I’m sorry. I’m just going through something with myself and it’s difficult being around you” I really should’ve worded that better because Y/n immediately pulled away. She was now understandably defensive and upset “What’s that supposed to mean!? You don’t like being around me!? I literally paid Matt and Nick to stay the night at my house so I could talk to you privately and now you don’t even want to be around me!?” she yelled at me. She got off the couch and started walking towards the door crying.

I felt like an asshole so I immediately went after her, pulling her into a tight hug before pulling away and wiping away her tears. “God, you’re gonna fucking hate me after I say this.” I said before taking a deep breath and continuing. “It’s difficult to be around you because you turn me on and make me extremely hard. It’s not your fault, it’s just my body being stupid. I can’t believe I’m telling you this but I haven’t been able to cum in like 6 weeks, I get painfully hard and can basically only edge myself. You know I don’t do hookups so I can only rely on myself and it’s just not working. I’m sorry.” I told her truthfully.

Y/n started laughing, like full on hysterically laughing. I stood there, not finding what I just funny but still cracked a smile at her laughter. “Oh my god, you’re such a jackass!” she joked, making me a little bit confused. “You could’ve just said that and I would’ve given you a handjob weeks ago!” she said between laughs. I didn’t know what to say back so I just stood there staring at her in shock. “Bullshit, I’ve been trying to hide the fact that you’ve been making me hard for weeks just for you to say you’d give me a handjob!? That’s fucking crazy!” I laughed while shaking my head.

Y/n’s pov

I can’t believe all the confusion and hurt going on, on my end was all because I turn Chris on. Yeah no shit he’s one of my best friends, but he’s also obviously very active and I’d honestly give him a handjob just for fun. I love the thought of making someone cum with just my hand, I’m obviously a bit more experienced than Chris since I had a boyfriend for 2 years and we had sex but it didn’t bother me. I like knowing I’ll be the only person to have given him a handjob and the second to touch him intimately like that.

After Chris said this was all crazy, I turned to walk back into the living room when he grabbed my wrist, turning me around. “And where do you think you’re going?” he asked in a cocky tone, “To sit down, what are you doing?” I said back. “I believe you owe me a handjob. Can’t believe you came over to talk to me in such a slutty little outfit and expected me to not get hard” Chris said with a smirk as his hands went to my waist. He pulled me against him so I could feel his half-hard cock and he’s fucking huge.

I decided to mess with him a bit and pull away, doing a little spin before saying, “You don’t like my outfit? Is it because I look bad?” I fake pouted. Chris grabbed my hips once again but his hands almost immediately went down to my ass. “I love it, I just don’t want others seeing what’s mine.” he said lowly, “Possessive.” I teased him, poking his chest. “Is that a problem?” he asked, “Not at all.” I replied. “Good. Now about that handjob offer-“ he started before I cut him off, “ Yes, I’ll give you a handjob now c’mon.” I laughed at his neediness.

We got to his room and I sat on his bed, taking my shoes off while he took off his shirt and laid down, propped by pillows. “Wait! Y-You know um…” he trailed off so I spoke up instead. “Know that you’ve only ever been touched and seen naked once? Yes, I’m aware.” “Oh, um okay, yeah that’s what I was gonna say. I was also going to ask if we could like makeout first? You know, to make me less nervous…” Chris blushed cutely. “Anything you want, tonight is all about your pleasure.” I smiled at him before moving my lips to meet his. Right before our lips we’re about to meet Chris mumbled, “Want you on my lap” pulling my waist so I was now sitting on his lap.

I once again leaned down to attach our lips, my left hand was on his chest while my right cupped his jaw. The kiss was a little slow at first and I could feel that Chris was still half-hard, slowly getting fully hard when he deepened the kiss. I wasn’t expecting him to run his tongue across my bottom lip or squeeze my ass so he could gain access to my mouth, but I was glad he did. The kiss started to get hot and I loved the way Chris whimpered a bit before pulling away. “Want you to touch my cock.” he panted with a smirk. Chris took off his pants before asking me to take off my skirt, which I did, “Goddamn baby, you’ve got such a nice ass.” he said before slapping my ass, making me laugh.

“Just sit back, relax, and enjoy” I winked at him before placing another kiss to his lips, sliding my hand over his hard-on. I pulled away and saw a bit of fear flash through his eyes, “Chris, are you okay? Do you want me to stop?” I asked softly, removing my hand from him. “No, I want you to keep going. I just- this won’t ruin our friendship or be awkward after, right?” he asked nervously. I brought my hand up to stroke his cheek, “I promise this won’t ruin our friendship or be awkward. I just wanna help you, plus it’s fun and enjoyable for me too.” I smiled. Chris smiled back, “Okay good. Please continue.” he said while blushing.

“Do you have lube and can I take off your boxers?” “Yes and yes” he replied, leaning over to grab the lube from his dresser next to his bed. He handed it to me before pulling down his boxers and blushing. “Holy fuck Chris! You’re fucking huge!” I said shocked because he’s a lot bigger than I expected. “Mmm shut up.” he whined back embarrassed, gasping loudly when I started slowly jerking him off. I looked at his face as it twisted with pleasure, I started to move my hand a bit faster as he looked at me, causing him to close his eyes and bite his lip to prevent any moans from falling past them. His face turned a bright pink, making me smile as I moved my other hand to his face, pulling his lip away from his teeth with my thumb.

“C’mon Chris, let me hear those pretty moans. Open those gorgeous eyes for me.” I softly ordered him. His hands were by his sides, balled up in fists as he gripped onto the sheets below him. He let a small whine when he opened his eyes and saw mine looking back at them. “Does that feel good?” I asked seductively, “G-Go faster.” he said, “Can you use your manners for me?” I teased. Chris gave me a pleading look, not wanting to beg but that quickly changed when I stilled my movements. “No, don’t stop! P-Pease go faster!” he groaned, immediately avoiding eye contact with me. I lightly gripped his jaw as I started moving my hand again, I turned his head to face me before saying, “So good with your words.” I smiled before slowly making out with him.

Chris pulled away to let out a particularly loud moan as I felt some precum leak out of his tip. I decided if I wanted to go faster, I’d need to use the lube, squirting some directly onto his cock. I sped up my movements, making Chris’ whines and moans get louder. “Talk to me.” “What?” “Dirty talk to me, tell me I’m being good. I don’t know just talk to me, I’m getting close.” he said. “Awe that’s cute, I haven’t even been jerking you off for 10 minutes and you’re already gonna cum.” I teased thinking he’d get mad at me but instead let out a loud whimper. “You like when I do that?” I asked when I started moving faster, Chris just whined and nodded his head erratically, feeling slightly humiliated.

I dug my thumb into his slit, collecting precum before using my other hand to play with his balls. My fist would tighten every time I went up towards the head, making Chris whimper and whine. I was so focused on pleasuring him that I jumped when I felt his hands come up towards my boobs, “Sorry, I ju-“ he started being I cut him off. “It’s okay I just wasn’t expecting you to touch me, go ahead and do whatever you were gonna do. You’re being such a good boy.” I added the last sentence experimentally to see if he’d like it, and to my surprise, he let out a loud, whiny moan. He moved my tank top straps down and lowered it so my boobs were now visible. Chris looked from my boobs up to my face, getting embarrassed when he found me already looking at him.

“Fuck Y/n/n don’t look at me like that, you’re gonna make me cum.” he whined. I decided to move positions and go in between his legs so I could get a better angle, Chris’ eyes blew out with lust at that. He became a whining, whimpering mess, “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Shit ‘m gonna cum!” he loudly moaned out. I started moving my hand as fast as I could, trying to keep his hips still at the same time. Chris’ left hand came down to tightly hold onto my right wrist as the pleasure was overwhelming due to him edging himself for so long. I saw his stomach flex and thighs start to shake a bit, signaling he was about to cum. Not wanting to make a big mess, I moved his cock so it was up against his stomach, that way he wouldn’t cum all over his sheets.

“Fuck Y/n! Oh shit- yes I’m cumming!” he groaned out loudly, “Be a good boy and cum for me.” I replied seductively. Chris let out something that was a mix between a whine and a growl, which sounded so fucking hot. Within a couple of seconds, thick strings of white cum started to paint his body as I jerked him through his orgasm. I watched in awe as this was the biggest cumshot I’ve ever seen, some cum even made it all the way up to his face. That was fucking hot, I helped him through the aftershocks of his orgasm, during which he let out multiple whimpers and whines. I was so out of it that I didn’t realize Chris’ cock had now turned soft, “S-Stop too much, ‘m sensitive!” he moaned, causing me to finally let go of his cock.

Chris was breathing heavily but he looked so fucking good covered in his own cum like this. “Chris, are you okay?” I asked gently, with his eyes closed all he could do was whimper out a response that would turn me on even more. “P-Picture! Take a picture of me covered in my cum!” I was a bit shocked but nonetheless, I got up to grab my phone. I wasn’t even turned around for a more than a minute, but by the time I got back to the bed with my phone, he was already hard again. I took a few pictures before telling him to open his eyes, Chris looked at me with an extremely fucked out expression and a dopey smile as I took the last picture.

Even though Chris was basically fucked dumb at this point, he still somehow managed to take control of the situation. He grabbed me by my throat and pulled me closer to him, causing me to let out a surprised whine. “Clean my cum up with your tongue and ride me. Like you said earlier, tonight is all about my pleasure, meaning you’re gonna be the slut who does all the work.” he stated in an authoritative tone. I replied with a quick, “Yes sir.” before I started licking up his cum from his stomach all the way up to his face. He actually tasted really good, once he was clean of his cum, he sat up against the headboard.

Grabbing the bottom of my tank top, he said “Take it off.” before watching me pull it over my head. I was honestly a bit surprised at how much of a power bottom Chris was being right now, considering this is only his second time having sex. He pulled me onto his lap before smashing our lips together, biting mine as he pulled back to toy with the side of my panties. “Take these off before I fucking rip them off.” he growled, I immediately took them off and sat back on his lap. “Can I please just fuck myself on your cock now?” I whined, “Well you’re the one who’s gonna do all the work so go ahead. Condoms are i-“ he said cockily before I cut him off. “We don’t need one of those unless you want it.” I told him before kissing his neck, “Goddamn, no condom then.” he grunted.

I slowly sunk down onto his massive cock, “Jesus Christ! You’re so fucking tight!” he moaned out while his voice cracked. “Mhm you’re so big Chris!” I whimpered as I started bouncing on his dick. Chris helped me move by griping onto my ass while I started sucking hickies into his neck. “Baby you can’t leave marks, Matt and Nick can’t know.” he panted out, making me loudly whine. I didn’t stop though, I really didn’t care about his brothers finding out. However, I did stop when he slapped my ass and pulled my hair, “I told you to fucking stop!” he growled in my ear. I started moving a bit faster as he started sucking hickies into my chest, “Just wanted to mark you up!” I whined.

“Why? You tryna claim me as your own or something? Can’t stand the idea of other girls looking at me?” he teased me. Suddenly I turned into the whiny one, blabbing out incoherent sentences without thinking. “Don’t want others looking at you. Only me, you’re mine- please Chris! Want you!” I cried out as the pleasure started to become too much. “Please what baby? What do you want me to do?” he asked, looking at me with his eyes full of lust, “Just want you!” I said frustrated. Chris started thrusting up into me, “Yeah, you want me baby? You got me, I’m yours princess, kiss me.” he said softly in my ear. I moved my hands to wrap around his neck and thread through his hair as our lips met in a feverish kiss.

Chris helped me move faster as he thrusted up into me as well before he moved one hand from my waist to rub my clit. He moved his kisses down my neck, sweetly sucking more hickies into the skin. “Feel so good around my cock princess.” he mumbled, “Shit, Chris I’m gonna cum!” I cried out. With that Chris flipped us over and started drilling into me, looking down at me with a smirk. “Cum on my cock babe, cum so I can fill you up with mine.” he groaned, I pulled him down for another kiss, moaning into it. He was fucking into me at a fairly fast pace while rubbing my clit in tight, fast circles. I tightened around him as I started to cum, moaning loudly. Chris’ thrusts grew sloppy and before I knew it, he was loudly groaning and filling me up with his cum.

He fucked into me for a couple more seconds then pulled out, laying down next to me. As I came down from my high, a wave of emotions hit me and I suddenly got nervous. “Chris…” I said barely above a whisper, he just pulled me into his side, laying my head on his chest. He pulled the blankets up over us, “Shhh, it’s okay, I know. We’ll talk about it in the morning, I promise this doesn’t change anything in a bad way. Just go to sleep princess, everything’s gonna be okay.” he said in a soothing voice, calming my nerves. “Okay, goodnight Chris.” I said softly, “Goodnight pretty girl.” he replied back, protectively wrapping his arms around me.

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mostlysignssomeportents · 8 months

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When parties fail, movements step up

This Saturday (19 Aug), I'm appearing at the San Diego Union-Tribune Festival of Books. I'm on a 2:30PM panel called "Return From Retirement," followed by a signing:

https://www.sandiegouniontribune.com/festivalofbooks

Does anyone like the American two party system? The parties are opaque, private organizations, weak institutions that are prone to capture and corruption, and gerrymandering's "safe seats" means that the real election often takes place in the party's smoke-filled rooms, when a sure-thing candidate is selected:

https://doctorow.medium.com/weak-institutions-a26a20927b27

But there doesn't seem to be any way to fix it. For one thing, the two parties are in charge of any reform, and they're in no hurry to put themselves out of business. It's effectively impossible for a third party to gain any serious power in the USA, and that's by design. After the leftist Populists party came within a spitting distance of power in the 1890s, the Dems and Repubs got together and cooked the system, banning fusion voting and erecting other structural barriers.

The Nader and Perot campaigns were doomed from the outset, in other words. Either candidate could have been far more popular than the D and R on the ballot, and they still would have lost. It's how the deck is stacked, and to unstack it, reformers would need to take charge of at least one – and probably both – of the parties.

But that's not cause for surrender – it's a call to action. In an interview with Seymour Hersh, Thomas Frank (Listen, Liberal) sets out another locus of power, one with the potential to deliver control over the party to its base: social movements:

https://seymourhersh.substack.com/p/ordinary-people-by-the-millions

It's been done before. The parties are routinely transformed by power-shifts within their internal coalitions: since 1970, corporate Dems have consistently pushed the party to the right, making it the power of white-collar professionals and relying on working people showing up and marking their ballots with a D because they have "nowhere else to go."

Bill Clinton was the most successful of these corporate raiders, delivering the parts of the Reagan Revolution that Reagan himself could never have managed: dismantling tariffs and bank regulations, passing the crime bill and welfare "reform." He came within a whisper of (partially) privatizing Social Security.

This set in motion the forces that made Trumpism possible: when Dems told deindustrialized workers to "learn to code" and blamed them for the destruction of their communities, it opened a space for Make America Great Again, the (empty) workerist rhetoric of the GOP. The Dems' plan of putting "really smart people" in charge and letting them run things was a (predictable) disaster. "Really smart" isn't the same as "infallible" and really smart people can be spooked or bulled into doing the wrong thing – like Obama "foaming the runways" for the banks with the houses of mortgage holders, and leaving the bankers responsible for the Great Financial Crisis unscathed:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/03/15/mon-dieu-les-guillotines/#ceci-nes-pas-une-bailout

"Really smart people" can't get us out of this mess. Instead, we need the kind of muscular political action – the "whirlwind" – that characterized FDR's New Deal: "complete reformation of the banking industry.. just about every other industry as well. Regulation. Social Security. Public works. Antitrust. Soil conservation."

FDR got there by alienating his former classmates and refusing the go-slow entreaties of his cronies. He got there because there was a mass social movement that made him do it ("I want to do it, now make me do it"):

https://humanizingthevacuum.wordpress.com/2014/09/16/i-agree-with-you-i-want-to-do-it-now-make-me-do-it/

Every time in US history where one of the political party duopoly listened to its base, it was because of a mass social movement: the farmers' movement (1890s), labor (1930s), civil rights and antiwar (1960s). As Frank says:

Social movements succeed. They build and they change the intellectual climate and then, when the crisis comes, they make possible things like agrarian reform or the New Deal or the Civil Rights acts of the 1960s.

Today, we see the seeds of those social movements: the new union movement. Black Lives Matter. Neobrandeisians with their "hipster antitrust." These are the movements that are creating "ideas lying around": ideas that, in time of crisis, can move from the fringe to the center in an eyeblink:

https://doctorow.medium.com/ideas-lying-around-33a28901a7ae

They are setting in motion another transformation of the Democratic Party, from its top-down, "really smart people" model to a bottom-up, people-powered one, kept in check by movements, not party bosses. As Frank says, "They require the mass participation of ordinary people. Without that, I am afraid that nothing is possible."

I'm kickstarting the audiobook for "The Internet Con: How To Seize the Means of Computation," a Big Tech disassembly manual to disenshittify the web and make a new, good internet to succeed the old, good internet. It's a DRM-free book, which means Audible won't carry it, so this crowdfunder is essential. Back now to get the audio, Verso hardcover and ebook:

http://seizethemeansofcomputation.org

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/08/17/popular-front-of-judea/#speaking-frankly

#pluralistic #sy hersh #theories of change #third parties #us politics #thomas frank #unions #labor #organized labor #civil rights movement #black lives matter #dinos #entryism #occupy democrats

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writingshushf1 · 1 year

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Wildest dreams

Summary: Lewis Hamilton was screwed. He realised that he fell in love with his best friend, the one where he promised he wouldn’t do it, especially in the condition they were in.

Rating: +16

Warnings: none

Word count: 2.3

Notes: this is the first fic of a series that is inspired by @mignonricciardo “formula one drivers as romance tropes' so the credit of the original idea goes to her! ofc, i changed some bits because i refuse to remember ad 2021

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2022

The car was shit. W13 let it down since the moment they tested it for the first time and he wasn’t happy. He tried to let it all go after 2021, to think positive and be back at competing with his team - but no, the universe was playing a joke on him. And to top it off, gossip about him was going all around it, like he was a prey, waiting to be eaten alive. His PR executive bolted inside the room while he was doing a physical therapy session with Angela, his back was killing him.

“Not now, Mimi…” He murmured, trying to turn up the music, but she put a hand on top of him.

“I think it’s the time. You need a relationship to make the vultures talk about anything else.”

“What? But I’m not seeing anyone…” He raised his head, scrunching up his nose.

“Well, it can be a fake relationship! Just need a contract, a really good one, some lawyers and boom! New girlfriend in less than two weeks.” She was restlessly typing on her phone.

He sighed loudly, stopping his exercise and sat down, passing his hands on his thighs. “Fine.” Angela looked a bit sceptical towards him. “With one condition.”

“Only one? I can see that you’re evolving! Simpler.” She joked.

“I’ll choose the girl.”

“Fair, it’s you that will be dating her.”

……………………………………………………………………………..

You were snoring softly against the pillow, your limbs just screamed with pain and this nap was really the only thing that you needed right now, however, your doorbell started to ring. With an angry groan, you stood up from your bed and walked towards the door, opening and seeing a very anxious Lewis Hamilton there.

“Hey, Lew… Kinda weird for you to visit me in the middle of the week, especially that you have a race on sunday. You know, there’s a thing called cell phones…” He didn’t even wait for you to finish talking and walked inside your loft. “Oh, okay then, no manners, I see.”

“So… I need your help.”

“Here it comes… What’s wrong, mate?” You sat next to him, holding his hand.

“So, my PR wants me to be in a relationship. A fake. So the media will focus on something else about me.”

“Do you need me to find you a bloke?”

“Kind of. Actually… Would you be in?” He looked at you with exasperation in his eyes. “It’s just… We've been friends for years now, people have seen us together a lot, they always suspected it… And I trust you. A lot.”

“That’s…” You sighed, letting your back hit the soft cushion. “A lot. Like- It will affect my career, for sure! Or I won’t have time to be this aesthetic WAG of a Formula One driver. I love you, Lew… But I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“I know! I know! But… Everything sucks since last year and if I’m going to do this so I can wipe out all of the shit, at least I’m doing it with someone I love.”

You just heard his words and kept quiet for a few seconds, reflecting if this was not as insane as your brain wants to put it. Well, it is very outside of the norm to have your very famous friend asking you to be his fake girlfriend for the media, but at the same time, you’ve felt honoured that he thought about you first amongst all of your common friends.

“Well.. Since you asked nicely, we can arrange that.” You laid your head on his shoulder. “Fuck, you really know how to convince me.”

“Always did that very well and you know it.”

…………………………………………………………………

A few days later, some meeting with both of your lawyers, a contract - evolving money, you were planning on how to make it public your “relationship”. Your profiles on social media were all private, so no one could see except from pictures that he would post.

“Okay… So we can make this very secretive, to make them talk about it.” Miranda, the PR, suggested it.

“Maybe some fancy dates at restaurants?” He suggested.

“And sometimes, you leave the paddock holding flowers, like you’re going to give to someone else.” You completed it.

“And then, he can take you to a race, but just simple gestures, no kissing, of course. But enough to make them crazy for a break.” The PR finished, smiling. “And remember, you can have other people, as long as you’re very secretive about it, we don’t want a cheating scandal.”

“I kinda feel bad about the fans, they will be very happy.” The British man said, sipping on his whiskey.

“It’s your fault you didn’t want to fall in love.”

“My bad that no one would be as good as you.” He poked his tongue out, laughing.

“Such a cheesy man, are you, huh? I didn’t know that.”

………………………………………………………………….

The first few weeks of you being “together”, some paparazzis caught you two in some fancy restaurants, running together. At the beginning, it was awkward, you were friends, sure… But this whole situationship about pretending to be together was leaving you into a weird space everytime you two were alone. Of course, he tried to avoid it, skipping this step, but inevitably it would happen for a while.

Then, he invited you to spend a weekend with him, a race weekend. Your first thought was to deny at all costs, it was going to be so uncomfortable, especially with paparazzi all around you both. However, with a little of his encouragement words and reassurance that you did not need to go in with him through the Paddock, you agreed to it.

Sunday morning, he got this two bedroom ensuite on, so you wouldn't actually sleep at the same place, but not to leave any suspicions in case someone invaded your privacy. Lewis was up early, shifting around, shower on then off, blow dryer, lights on and off. You groaned and got up, opening your door and showing the middle finger towards him.

“Good morning, love.” He smiled, and threw some clothes at you.

“What’s that?”

“Some matching clothes. I know we won’t walk in together, but… I need to know you’re mine.” His cocky smile appeared.

“You…” You pulled the mostly monochromatic yellow outfit. “How?”

“Oh! And I have some shoes and accessories, you can look into that bag!”

“Okay, you really put yourself through.”

“Go get dressed! We’ll leave for breakfast soon!”

“I’m sorry, but I need makeup to look hot, so you will sit your fine ass down and let me do my magic.”

“Anything for my queen.”

“Cheesy!” You screamed, going to the bathroom with all of the things he gave to you.

After an hour, you two were finally going to the paddock. He was wearing an all yellow outfit and it perfectly matched with you. It was dumb? Yeah, but the butterflies were running up on his chest, the feeling of his missing puzzle piece being there just made everything even more confusing. He let you go out first, entering another through another gate - with almost no one around except for the team crew, then of course he made his entrance, looking handsome as always, while you were already at Mercedes’ hospitality, getting an espresso. When he appeared with a smile, extending a beautiful bouquet of sunflowers.

“Thank you.” You murmured, kissing his cheek.

“It’s not for publicity, okay? It’s an acknowledgment for being the best.”

“But the paparazzi loved it, people are really going crazy.” You could hear his laugh and it made your heart flutter.

………………………………………………………….

The end of the season sucked, Lewis had a DNF on Abu Dhabi, which made at least that horrible car have its end. He was upset, everything in that year about racing was just messed up, but at least he had you along the way.

You gave him a few days to breathe, acknowledge this unusual year for him, Hamilton needed this time for himself and you understood. Of course, it was mundane now, from spending some weekends knowing new countries and having fun with him, it was paradise, now you got it why women would always throw themselves at his feet, I mean- he was handsome and polite and also your friend for years, but you’ve never seen that way, a different side of the british man. You smiled with the pictures that popped up on your twitter, of you two hanging out the night before the last race, his hand around your waist, a stunning smile that could light up the whole room and stylish outfits - that you’ve always tried to match and look as fashionable as he is, however, the dark skinned man would steal the scene every time he stepped on the paddock for a race weekend.

The sound of some random tv show played in the background as you kept scrolling your instagram feed, just to kill some time. Out of the blue, Hamilton’s nickname appeared on the screen and you thought it was weird, why would he call when texting was quicker? Without waiting, you answered the call, pressing your legs together in anticipation.

“Hey, love.”

“Hi, Lew. Why calling? Especially in the middle of the day.”

“Oh… Wanna drive somewhere? I just could use some company.”

“Of course?” The request was a bit out of his usual character, however you knew him enough to know he just wanted to empty his mind.

“Pick you up in five.”

“Ok!”

And he hung up. You managed to put on a hoodie, sneakers and some makeup - just a bit of mascara, lipgloss and a blush, to look more “alive”. In exactly five minutes his car was pulling on your driveway. He opened the door for you and soon you two were going off to… somewhere.

The ride was rather quiet, just some pop music from the radio filling up the silence - comfortable silence. In less than an hour, he pulled up on a beautiful view, between the rocks you could see a river that was starting to freeze.

“Everything okay?” You said, in a low tone.

“Yeah. Just wanted to drive off, but your company makes it better.”

…………………………………………………………………………………

After that night, where you contemplated the view, talked and reflected on how your lives have changed in those last years, he took you home and wished you a good night. This became frequent, drive offs to different places, inviting you to his morning runs and hikes - which you weren’t so good, so he would continuously hold your hips and sometimes, when he was in his best mood, his hand would slip into yours on the rides back to your house and it was the best sensation in the whole world.

That’s when he knew he fell in love and all of this was more than some publicity contract, Lewis wanted to be by your side, it was the moments where he could be himself and no judgments from anyone, just you two in some remote place, far from paparazzi. At first, he didn’t want to believe, he promised himself, right before all of this had started, he wouldn’t fall in love with you. He couldn’t. He shouldn’t.

Yet, there he was, sitting down on his sofa, looking at pictures that he took of you on top of some hill, smiling. Quickly he called Miranda, Angela and Russell on a video call.

“I think I fell for her. And I promised myself I wouldn’t be in this state.” He sighed dramatically.

“That was just a matter of time, mate.” The British younger driver said, chuckling.

“What?”

“I hate to say it, but… You really sold the couple thing.” Miranda completed. “She looks at you like you’re the one.”

“I’m thirty-eight and I’m freaking out just like a teenager trying to deny its first love. And she’s an old friend. Great!” He passed his hands on the loose curls of his hair. “I really didn’t think I could actually feel that.”

………………………………………………………………………..

After another drive to a beautiful sight with no one else, he parked his car in front of your house. Looking at you for a few seconds before he tried to pay attention to something else. You noted that right away, thinking that he did get a bit distant those last few days, especially after his birthday, so you figured out that maybe you said the wrong thing or he found someone to actually be with him, so you would be finishing the contract on the publicity stunt. Well, it was good while it lasted, but it didn’t stop you to feel a heartbreak coming into you. As a mature woman, you breathed in and looked at him.

“Something is wrong with you. Spill it out.”

“Well… Something is wrong. And I need to talk to you about it.”

“Go for it, Hamilton. You know I can take it.”

“What?”

“What do you think I’m going to say?”

“That we should end this?”

“Oh… Love. Wait. Listen to me first.” He held both of your hands. “ At the beginning this was to save my ass and to have some company on the weekends, but with all those months being… In this fake relationship made me realise something…” He breathed in, closing his eyes. “I’m in love with you. I don’t want this to be a publicity stunt. I want you to be with me as mine. My girl.”

You put your hand on his cheek, caressing it with your thumb. “I didn’t know you were so romantic.”

He didn’t wait for more and soon his lips were against yours in a calm yet romantic kiss. His hands lowered to your hips, pulling your body closer to his, while he deepened the touch. When air made it necessary, you were almost on his lap and both of your cheeks were bright red.

“Come in with me. I promise there’s no paparazzi waiting for us inside.”

He laughed and got out of the car, opening the door for you as you two rushed inside like horny teenagers.

#lewis hamilton fluff #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton imagine #lewis hamilton fanfiction #lewis hamilton #f1 x you #f1 imagine #f1 one shot #f1 fanfiction #lewis hamilton x you

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tta: the mystery of blue - aemond targaryen.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen (16) x Reader (17).

Summary: 5 - 6 years has passed between their first meeting and now. They've been friends for a while, things have happened and their dynamic has changed. In need of your help, Aemond spends the morning searching for you.

Word Count: 1050.

Through The Ages Masterlist.

gif credit: @merlinaddams (X)

Aemond had been searching for you all day. Well… Not all day but, it may as well have been because it would soon be midday and he’d been looking for you since he woke.

Dragging a frustrated hand through his tousled hair for what had to have been the thousandth time that morning, Aemond runs through his mental list of all the places that you could possibly be for at least the millionth time that morning – having already searched each place three times over and still you were nowhere to be found. The young Prince becoming increasingly irate with each minute that passed and you were still not found.

Yourself on the other hand had spent the first half of your day happily sprawled out in one of the Queen’s private gardens, soaking up the sun. Your close friendship with Aemond granting you special privileges that you often took advantage of because of the privacy it granted you.

Feeling sun kissed and light, you hum a quiet melody to yourself as you stroll through a hidden passageway beneath the Red Keep, on your way to a needlepoint class that you were already late for and secretly hoped was finished. Perhaps you could borrow one of Helaena’s canvases. She did enjoy doing needlepoint in her free time so, surely, she’d have a new one you could pass off as one of your own, although... that could be difficult considering she was the only one embroidering eight legged creat-

“There you are!” a very rude voice cuts through your train of thought.

Pausing mid-step, you make a face to yourself. Surely, he was not yelling at you like that. Surely.

You turn slowly on your feet, blue dress fluttering lightly around your ankles as Aemond’s figure comes into view. Prepared to give him a scathing look, you instead pull a face before you can stop yourself at his appearance more so, his hair. It was haphazardly tied and sticking up in different directions, his eyepatch seemingly pulled hastily over the nest that was his hair.

“You look terrible,” you speak your thoughts aloud.

Aemond scowls at you, just like he always does but, disregards the comment.

“I have been looking for you everywhere, all morning,” he grunts, emphasising those three words when he gets closer. “I need your help.”

“Can’t have looked that hard. I’d been in the same place all morning up until 10 minutes ago.”

Aemond’s eye narrows dangerously but, you pay it no mind – you never do; instead focusing your attention on his hair, your hand coming up to pull at a strand.

“For someone who swore to help me, you don’t do an awful lot to actually help.”

“Are you not a formidable swordsman? Considered one of the best in the realm?” you scoff with a raised brow and reminding him of the role you played in his skill.

“Besides. Perhaps, I just wanted to be friends with a Prince,” you tease, pulling at another strand so, it flattened against his head.

“Then riddle me how for someone who supposedly has no friends aside from me, you are almost always impossible for me to find. Hm?”

Aemond bites his tongue as soon as the words leave his mouth, immediately regretting them as a memory he’d rather forget resurfaces in his mind. But you don’t take notice, continuing with the banter and he sighs a small breath of relief.

“Who said I had no friends aside from you?” You scoff again, dropping your hand from his hair.

“You did.”

“When?”

“When?” Aemond repeats, eyebrows furrowing.

“Yeah, when?” you mimic.

“That day in the gardens, when we first met,” he confidently recalls.

“No," you shake your head. "I don’t recall."

Aemond’s confidence wavers, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he now thinks about it.

“… you said.”

“Mm?”

“Didn’t you?”

“Nope.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” you nod in mock sympathy. “Just said I get a friend, not that I had none,” you remind him.

“Look- it doesn't matter either way. So, can we just- I just-,” Aemond closes his eye, a frustrated sigh passing through his lips. “I just need your help, okay?”

You stare unblinking at the small blue rock in Aemond’s hand, the two of you in his family quarters.

“This is why you look like that,” you look between him and the blue sapphire.

“Would you just- will you help me or not?” he huffs.

You continue staring at the blue sapphire, confused, not making a move.

“Aemond…” you speak lowly, completely baffled by his choice. “You have several others that fit perfectly – Emerald, Ruby, Diamond! Seven hells, purple sapphire that actually matches your eye and again fits properly.”

This time it’s Aemond’s turn to stare at you unblinking and unimpressed with your tirade. Instead of responding though, he simply picks the blue sapphire between his two fingers and holds it out to you expectantly.

You wait a beat, your own face mirroring his unimpressed look before shaking your head and snatching the stone from between his fingers.

“Sit down,” you order.

Aemond complies, a faint outline of a smile pulling at his lips.

Standing between his legs, you tilt his head back and place your free hand carefully on his face to steady him and yourself as you fix the slightly ill fitted blue stone into his empty eye socket.

“Why you insist on wearing the blue sapphire when it is poorly fitted is beyond me. I’ve told you time and time again to get a new one. It’s not as if your family cannot source a new one and have it properly shaped to fit…”

Aemond continues to listen to you grumble, wincing slightly but, lips pouty to hide the full-blown smile threatening to appear on his face as your irritation with his choice of stone turns into concern over the pain it sometimes causes him (he never tells you that with or without the stone, the pain is always there - a lingering, dull ache). All the while, he stares at the blue sapphire studded necklace that hangs around your neck, the blue of your dress, the fact that it was you who absentmindedly commented that you specifically liked the blue stone amongst all the others four years ago (even if you had forgotten).

All fics are my own work - I have not posted my work anywhere else.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters/places mentioned above.

Do not copy. Do not translate. Do not repost.

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen fanfiction #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen imagine

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 5 months

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AITA for defending my friend lying about his dog dying?

Cw for animal abuse and Is ableist language (using sociopath as synonym for bad person)

I was in a friend group of three. Me (24f) my best friend since age 7 (24m) and we have a mutual friend he met in college when he moved away and has known for a little over a year (23f). Callin' them Liam and Rory for ease. Liam had an Esa (not a service dog, an esa). His whole life has revolved around this dog since we were 16 and he moved away. He keeps a very strict schedule with this dog. We are all aware of it because he will leave group chats mid conversation to make sure "Buddy" gets walked or fed or whatever time it is. He takes really good care of this dog and hand-makes its meals and takes it to the vet every 2 months.

Few weeks ago he was acting weird but trying to cover it up. I had been meaning to ask what was going on more privately but I kinda dropped the ball because my aunt died suddenly.

Flash to a week ago Rory sent a huge wall of text to our group chat calling Liam a barrage of names like "sociopath". It turns out that his dog died but he'd been acting like everything was the same which is why he seemed off. She found out when she came onto his property to check on him and he had to "confess."

Shes upset at him for lying but I knew there was more going on. So I talked to him about it privately over the phone and he just shattered. He had no idea what to do or say because he thinks his dad killed Buddy but he doesn't have direct proof. I had never heard him cry before this, because he was raised to really keep that stuff close to his chest. He's tried to open up to me over the years but it's visibly difficult for him especially with how his father still treats him. I believe him because if he truly wanted to manipulate me I still do not think he would have let me see that. He kept apologizing and sounding really lost and ashamed so I really don't think it was an act, you can't fake that kind of helpless abused kid feeling.

I forgave him for keeping it from me because it was obvious he was going to tell us once he processed the situation because that's a lot to say the least. I explained what happened to Rory and said sure maybe it wasn't 100% in the right but he was obviously expiercing trauma and him acting like everything was fine wasn't about hurting us, and we knew something was wrong but didn't ask, she thinks he's trolling for sympathy and that if I forgive him it tells her everything she needs to know about what kind of person I am. And says if he really thinks he dad killed his dog he would have called the police.

There are several reasons he shouldn't call the police one being that his dad has always treated Laim really badly but we never thought he would kill a dog and my friend has to live with him because he's a broke college student. She said he should have figured that out on his own but instead he manipulated us and is now trying to make us feel bad that he got caught.

I also feel like he was in danger from his dad and if he told us Buddy was gone he'd have to say why and then he'd be lying to us anyway until he figured out what the hell happened or if it was safe to tell us. We don't have enough information so I just don't think it's fair to totally write him off as a bad person over what is obviously and extremely traumatic situation? Without even talking to him? She found out Buddy was dead, left and refused to speak to him before announcing her departure from the group and blocked him on everything and basically made me choose between her or him.

I told her that was a really heartless take and that she's over reacting and she told me if I wanted to be best friends with a sociopath that was none of her buisness but she wanted nothing to do with either us because I'm just as bad as him if I don't agree with her so she doesnt loose anything by cutting me off.

She really made me feel like I was helping Liam hide a body. So I'm wondering if she's right. I don't think I'll change my mind, I won't abandon him but I am willing to admit I was wrong if I am.

Am I the assshole for sticking by him?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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philsmeatylegss · 6 months

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Hiii I just saw a post Abt the v day video and how it's fucked up and such and I was just wondering why? I found it a few years ago but it was just kinda cute tbh what's wrong with it? Lmao I'm definitely a newer phan, I only started really following their stuff in like 2017 so I don't know too much about early dnp lol

Oh fuck I’m old

I think it’s safe enough to finally talk publicly about it.

Basically the vday video was a video Phil made for Dan for Valentine’s Day. He uploaded it privately onto his YouTube channel which Dan had the password to so Dan could see it. At this time, Dan was on vacation (pretty sure in India) and he wouldn’t have been able to see a video of that quality just through text or email. Shitty luck, the same time he privately uploaded it, infamous YouTube glitch happened where all private videos became public. And one of the videos that went public was the v day video.

There’s a lot of jokes about Dan in 2012, but it’s actually really depressing. Dan wasn’t out yet and he had a fuck ton of trauma surrounding his sexuality. 2012 is when dnp started blowing up enough to where they became part of popular early YouTube so people saved the v day video when it was uploaded.

They’ve only addressed it a few times in which they said it was an April Fool’s prank, which obviously doesn’t make sense, but what were they supposed to say? According to legend, people would keep reuploading the video and Phil would spend hours taking them down one by one and it would say “AmazingPhil took down this video for copyrite.”

It was a catalyst to just a really shitty period for dnp. All aggressively heterosexual clips from Dan’s liveshows are my 2012. “FYI I like vagina” is 2012. People were contacting his 14 year old brother to ask about him and Phil. That alone is both fucked up to drag a kid into this, but remember that Dan still wasn’t out to his family. It was probably so fucking terrifying when his YouTube life, especially regarding his sexuality and relationship, clashed with his family life for the first time.

There’s a noticeable difference between their relationship in videos from 2009-2011 and 2012-2015. And it is most likely because dnp blew up pretty big in 2012 and started going from making YouTube videos for fun to doing it as a job with the added pressure of millions watching. And the catalyst, or at least metaphorical catalyst, from the switch between being openly touchy feely giggles to strict, five feet apart mates is considered to be the vday vid.

It was a big problem in the phandom since it was leaked to around 2017ish. A lot of people were circulating it and word was that they were still being taken down years later, implying that Phil was still searching for the video years later.

The phandom used to be primarily 12-16 year olds. And when you’re that age, speaking from experience, you don’t understand the complexities of the situation and just kinda thought “teeheehee phan is real XD.” When in reality, it was a very sensitive and serious thing that wasn’t meant to ever be seen by the public. It’s literally where the cherry lube and kissing at the Manchester Eye reference is from.

Rightfully so, the video became more and more taboo to mention and most people caught on that it was a shitty thing to upload or share it. It used to be really taboo and affectionately was often referred to as “the video that shall not be named.”

It honestly has a backstory that is so story-like that it seems unreal. So much had to happen for it to be leaked and the impact it had on them was so large it’s like a black hole in phandom history.

It’s possible not all of this is accurate, this is just the basic lore of it. So while I don’t think the internet police will drag you to prison for saying you watched the vday video, this is the context behind it. Do with it what you will.

Spending your entire preteen, teen, and now 20s as a phannie will fry your brain in unimaginable ways. I knew this off the top of my head😭

#I truly don’t realize how much of my life I’ve dedicated to these fucks until I have to recite their lore #this reads like a history textbook #it’s not right #maybe it was the first sign I was destined to be a history teacher #has enough time passed where I can explain the vday vid or will I have to delete this?#asks #dan and phil

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Ok so more of prince Ambrosius au cuz I think it’s neat

(Also thank you to @goldenheart-supremacy for all your amazing ideas ❤️❤️🥰)

Now I’m this au I’m thinking that Ambrosius is the type of prince who was constantly sneaking away from his guards and he became so good at it that only one was able to keep tabs on him at all times (that being Ballister)

I would say Ambrosius and his parents have a good relationship, they’re just busy cuz their basically running a country

Ambrosius is a master at manipulating the media, he’s been doing practically since he was born, he nows how to be seen by the media only when he wants to be seen

That didn’t stop the media tho, they were convinced the prince was a open book, Ambrosius’s favourite headline being ‘is the prince secretly married!? His guards tell the story!’

Ambrosius and Ballister laughed their asses off at this considering it took place when they were both 16 and Ballister being Ambrosius’s only guard at the time

Ok now back to some main plot things!! Nimona still finds ballister in the tower and still forcefully becomes his sidekick

Although this time Ballister didn’t have any leads on who messed with his armour, so it took him longer to come out of hiding, but it did give him and Nimona time to get to know each other and build that trust

He would probably be on the run and in hiding for like 2 months at least,

Meanwhile the Director woke up at least a day after she was shot, the queen come to visit her and she goes and a rant about “oh how grateful I am that it was me to get hurt and not you or the prince!”

Another meanwhile, Ambrosius begged his father to let him be involved in the search for Ballister. He told his father “this gives me a chance to show my leadership abilities!” The head knight was then told to report to Ambrosius with anything having to do with the search

What Ambrosius really wanted to say to his father is “look I love this man and I would rather not see him with a sword in his chest or a arrow between his eyes, so please let me be in charge!!”

After a bit ballister decided to sneak into the institute to check the security cameras of the armoury and of course Nimona tagged along

They then find the video of the director taking Ballister’s forearm piece and replacing it with the weapon one, they download it to post later

They don’t leave the institute right away because ballister wants to find his armour pice just to be sure, so they sneak into the director’s office and Bal does find the pice

Then the director walks in, Nimona shifts into Todd (cuz yes) and Ballister ducks under her desk

“Sureblade what are you doing here?” “Well..uuhh— I thought heard some one in here and wanted to uhh um- punch them..?” *continuous looks to ballister👀* “Surebalde what are you looking at?”

After the final look to Ballister is made the real Todd walks in to say he lost the prince again and for a second it’s the Spider-Man pointing meme until Ballister jumps over the desk grabbing Nimona and booking it out the door

After running from the kinghts they both hop the wall to the Institute, thinking it’s the one facing the city, when in reality they just hopped the wall to the castle

(I like to think the castle and institute are right beside each other)

“Oh fuck” “wrong wall 😐”

Ballister knows where they are and knows a way out (Ambrosius wasn’t the only one who knew how to sneak away)

On the way out they run into the Prince in one of the more private gardens in the palace.

Ambrosius stands there in shock for a minute, “Ambrosius I uh- please-” “UHHH BOSS I DON’T THINK WE HAVE TIME FOR CHIT CHAT!!!”

And they don’t palace security is approaching fast.

Ballister runs to Ambrosius to give him a ‘hug’ when in reality it’s to give him the armour piece “please believe me, I didn’t mean to hurt anyone. I didn’t mea-” “OK BOSS TIME ITS TO SKEDADDLE!! LOVELY MEETING YOU!!!”

And Nimona grabs Ballister and runs

Ok that’s what i got for now, again feel free to add your own little additions and such I’d be happy to read them!!

#ambrosius goldenloin #ballister boldheart #nimona #prince ambrosius au #ballister x ambrosius #text post #royal au #this took me like 3 days to write

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missmaywemeetagain · 1 year

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Moonlight, A Pink Scarf Universe Story

A/N: So, I was challenged to do a prompt game, and since I'm desperately trying to fight my perfectionism and become more consistent with my writing, I took on the challenge and wrote this dramatic little heartbreaker this afternoon just under the wire like crazy person. I hope you enjoy this short, barely edited extension of Pink Scarf. It takes place a few months after the Christmas 1960 flashback in Part 16. (Please go easy on me because it is literally the least revised/edited thing I've ever put out and I desperately hope you like it 💗)

Thanks to @thatbanditqueen @whositmcwhatsit @ellie-24 @from-memphis-with-love @be-my-ally and @vintageshanny for challenging me to do this even when I wanted to convince myself I couldn't do it.

Prompt: “Do you mind? I came here to get away from other people.”

Rating: PG-13 || Word Count: 2k

TW: Miscarriage, medical trauma, angst, depression, intrusive thoughts

Moonlight

Hawaii, March 1961

The room is pressing in on you with all these jovial faces, celebrating in paradise after Elvis’ successful benefit concert for the Pearl Harbor Arizona Memorial. You should be celebrating with them.

You wish you could.

Instead, you are fighting back tears, praying that no one notices your frantic need to escape the otherwise wonderful atmosphere.

Elvis decided to bring you all along for a month-long vacation of sorts as he films his newest picture, Blue Hawaii, and performs the benefit concert to raise money for the Memorial. Y’all need some rest and recreation, he’d said joyfully, his eyes falling on you in particular, and how could you possibly refuse? It genuinely seemed like a great idea, even though he’d technically be working, and so would Jack by extension, but a change of scenery would do you some good after everything that's happened. Maybe you and Jack could reconnect on the tropical getaway, you’d thought.

But so much had happened since you agreed to this trip.

No one knew, of course. Not Jack. Not your family. Certainly not Elvis. You had made sure of it because you couldn’t stand the hopeful looks that would have come with the news, and the inevitable pity that would’ve come after.

The humid Hawaiian air coupled with the room full of people makes you feel as though you can’t draw a full breath. Lightheaded, you push your way through the throng of people filling the lavish home that had been rented for the express purpose of Elvis being able to stay comfortable and private during his shooting schedule. It’s an incredible relief once you burst out onto the patio, then stumble down the sandy path to the breathtaking beach.

Surprisingly, there’s not a soul on the moonlit sand, and for that you are eternally grateful because you cannot hold back your choked sobs any longer. The ebb and flow of the surf crashes over your crying, and you very much wish you could drown your sorrows in the vastness of the ocean in front of you.

Getting pregnant again was not even something you thought was possible. It was cruel, you thought, that you’d nearly made it 12 weeks this time before your body decided that it would reject the baby. You had just started to really, truly think it would be different this time. You were getting ready to tell Jack. You were almost, almost happy.

Even more cruel was that it was almost a year to the day of you bleeding out on the floor of the Rollerdome.

In some ways you’d been thankful that everyone had been so busy preparing for the trip that no one paid much mind to the fact that you locked yourself in the bathroom for hours, silently sobbing through the cramping and the bleeding and the clotting. You’d known then it was too late.

Tears stream down your cheeks as you hug your knees and begin to rock in the soft sand. At least it’s beautiful here, you think absently, trying to soothe yourself.

You’d taken to bed, claiming a bout of food poisoning, and no one was the wiser, being as excited and busy as they were. Not one of them seemed to bat an eye or think it was strange that no one else had any symptoms. A small part of you breaks a little at that, feeling more alone in the world than you ever have. But another part figures it’s just as well. Perhaps it is a blessing that no one knew of your latest failure. Honestly, you so were disappointed in yourself over it all you didn’t think could handle that disappointment from others, especially Jack.

Two days after losing your second child, you’d gotten on the plane to come here, spending hours upon hours with a false smile spread across your features. Maybe if you smiled enough you’d start to believe it. After all, you were in paradise with Elvis Presley. Millions would kill to be where you are.

Stop feeling sorry for yourself. Be grateful for what you have, you berate yourself, as you have more than once on the trip. Not even the stunning beauty of the island has been able to push your thoughts away from your loss, your seemingly unending sorrow permeating even the most beautiful of sunsets.

The only moment when you’d felt truly free of it had been watching Elvis’ concert earlier. He was so mesmerizing that it was impossible not to be caught up in his performance. You’d been happy for the momentary distraction, for the way your heart had flip flopped a little at the sight of him in his element, sweaty and feeding off the crowd effortlessly. It was easy to get swept away amongst all the screaming fans, to understand why the man you’d called a friend was the sensation that he was, and to forget everything but him for just a little while.

But by the time this stupid afterparty rolled around, the dark cloud that followed you this past year found you once more, and you were honestly too tired to push it away any longer.

You can’t help thinking how you should have an infant with you now, that in a kinder world you’d have your baby and perhaps another on the way. But the world is not always kind. Instead you are empty and alone.

So you find yourself sobbing on a gorgeous beach in Hawaii in the middle of the night, finally allowing yourself to sit in the grief of your misfortune.

You’re not sure how long you’ve been out here before his tall, lanky frame towers over you, interrupting your grief so suddenly that you find yourself livid.

You furiously swipe the tears from your cheeks, knowing your makeup is smearing but not having the energy or wherewithal to care. “Do you mind? I came here to get away from other people,” you snap.

Even in the darkness, you see how taken aback he is by your anger, his pretty face shifting from surprise to annoyance.

“Is that any way to talk to the guy who brought you to this beautiful place?” Elvis says lightly, but you can hear the edge in his tone. He’s not used to people speaking like that to him, least of all you.

Honestly, you’re not really sure when you last spoke to him at all. Since your strange little embrace on Christmas, he’d taken to avoiding you most of the time, yet again. Coupled with how empty you felt from your miscarriages, the fact that your friend had been so obviously (and seemingly purposefully) absent from your life in the past year was heartbreaking in its own right. It was like a slap in the face on top of your other failures, so far from the unbridled excitement he’d shown when he’d discovered your first pregnancy before anyone else had. So far from the love and care and attention he’d given you before.

You’re not sure you really understood how much it bothered you until this very moment. His sudden entitlement for attention and gratefulness makes your blood boil.

You pop up off the sand, pushing your windblown hair out of your face. “Oh, yes, how sorry I am that not every one of my thoughts is about your stunning generosity, your majesty,” you say sarcastically, viciously, before turning to stomp down the beach away from him. You’ve never, ever spoken to him this way, to anyone this way, but the darkness of your sorrow has flared into something else entirely, this blistering anger threatening to swallow you whole and take Elvis with you.

“Excuse me?” he says indignantly, grasping your arm and whipping you back to face him. His eyes flash in the darkness, both in confusion and with warning.

“Don’t touch me!” you spit, ripping your arm out of his grasp.

“What has gotten into you? What the hell did I do?” he shouts, his voice raising over the surf.

“Not everything is about you, Elvis!” you scream back at him.

For a second, it looks as if you’ve slapped him across the face, with the way his eyes widen in surprise.

You pause for a moment, breath heaving, before continuing. “And since when do you even care what’s going on with me?”

“W-What are ya talkin’ about? O-Of course I care! I-I-I brought ya on this trip, d-d-didn’t I?” The emotions fly over his features so quickly it makes it too hard to discern what he’s thinking, but his stutter belies his frustration.

“You’ve barely talked to me in a year, Elvis. Can’t imagine why I’d think you care,” you scoff.

His eyes go dark, then blank, that Hollywood mask of his sliding over his features. “You’re nuts! You’re just bein’ crazy…” he starts, shaking his head.

“Yeah, I must be. I must be crazy thinkin’ my friend might give me the time of day after…everything that’s happened,” you hiss back.

Elvis blinks, his long lashes fanning over his cheekbones. You don’t know if he’s finally done the math in his head, figuring out that you nearly died and lost your baby almost exactly a year ago. Or maybe, like he’d somehow known you were pregnant the first time, he gleans some supernatural understanding of what might be happening with you now. Either way, his gaze softens dramatically.

“Oh, honey,” he says, “I didn’t—”

Yeah, you didn’t, you think bitterly. He didn’t do a lot of things. He wasn’t even there after you almost died. But you suppose being a star of his caliber didn’t leave him much time to slum it with you, not anymore. And why would he want to? Not when you’ve been depressed and have already failed at the one thing you felt you were created to do as a woman.

“Just leave me alone, E. You’ve gotten good at that,” you mutter, angry tears filling your eyes, turning away from him to stare out into the churning waves.

You can’t look at him. But you feel the heat of his eyes, nonetheless.

“Don’t do that, y/n,” he says quietly.

“Don’t do what? Speak the truth?”

“You don’t know what you’re talkin’ about,” he growls.

He doesn’t get to be angry. Not about this.

“No, you don’t know, Elvis. You have no idea what it’s been like, you couldn’t. And you haven’t even tried…” you trail off, shaking your head.

You know that’s a lie. Whatever had happened between you on Christmas had been something, as much as you’d tried to deny it and forget his strange behavior. Perhaps that had been him trying.

Suddenly, more than anything, you want him to pull you into his arms like he did that night three months ago. You want him to comfort you and let you sob against his chest, to inhale the distinct scent of him as the heat of his lean body presses into yours. You want the desperate tension that is climbing between you to shatter you and make you forget that the past year had ever happened.

But instead of drawing you close, you watch him put distance between you. You feel as he fortifies that invisible wall he’s built between you this past year. It’s only in the depths of his churning cobalt eyes that you see something akin to apology, along with something deeper that neither of you truly wants to unpack.

Then, Elvis shutters that churning away, his fist clenching and unclenching in time with his jaw. “Yeah, I guess not. I’ll leave ya alone, then.” And he turns and walks away.

Oh god. You feel as though you’ve been hit in the chest, pain radiating inexplicably through your torso, the claws of his dismissal ripping through your insides. You don’t know why. You wanted him to go, and he went.

You sink down into the sand, fresh tears pooling in your eyes, and you wish more than anything that the ocean would just swallow you whole.

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mirjtsu · 10 months

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Me trying to understand Yuumori (help :'3)

So, in these days I decided to start re-reading Moriarty the Patriot (I'm at volume 4), since I was forgetting stuff. I love this series so much, the art style, the characters, the relationships they built (cough Sherliam cough cough).

Since I appreciate this manga so much (with all the mysteries and references to the original books), I want to understand a few things.

I had a few problems with some parts of the premise of this story. Maybe some of you know the answers to my questions so I wanted to ask you!

1) Liam overtaking the real William's identity

Maybe it's me, not aware of the noble system and their interactions at a young age, but... How is it possible that no one, NO ONE, questioned Albert's claim that Liam (I'm gonna use "Liam" referring to our fav Lord of Crime and "William" referring to the original one, that jerk) is William?

Wasn't there anyone who met the real William before? Anyone who clearly understood that Liam wasn't the real one? Really? Even if William studied at home, with a private tutor, that kid still went out, probably hanging out with other nobles' children.

Liam is completely different from William, they don't resemble each other at all so I don't understand. The fact that there was no explaination for this made it even more confusing. I can imagine infinite schemes or stuff they did to eventually quiet down those who could unveil the truth, but what really happened?

2) (Wil)Liam's age

If I'm not wrong, William was about to turn 13 when he died with his mother, father and the servants. So Liam, who became "William", was supposed to be that age or at least pretend to be. At the end of chapter one, we learn that there is a 13-years time skip, from those event.

If you look at the Yuumori's WikiFandom page about Liam, you can see he was 24 at the beginning of the story, meaning when he became "William" he was 11. But shouldn't he be (or claim to be) 26? He attended public school, in the real William's stead, after the mansion's fire (so he should have been of age for that). His students said he entered university at 16 became a professor at 21 (if I didn't mess up with the numbers). So my question is: did they fake Liam's age too and the information we have regards his real self, right? Does that mean that Liam was 14 and 19 when those facts happened? If so, wow! I'm impressed. If not, I'm confused (also, we know such a few things about his true identity; his personal data we're given generally refers to his identity as "William" so I wondered if that was the real or the fake age).

3) Louis and Liam are not twins but seem like they are

More than a problem or thing that I don't understand, I'm just asking myself "Why making them literally the same when they're not twins?". I swear, at first I was 100% sure that they were twins but then I noticed the ages don't match (just look at the info on WikiFandom pages: Liam is claimed to be 24/27 years old, while Louis 23/26). Also, if they were twins it wouldn't make sense that people didn't question the fact that Louis, the only supposed adopted child, was identical to the second son of Lord Moriarty (when they shouldn't be related by blood in any way, in the public's eyes).

An interesting thing about this is that if you look at the volumes' covers (not recent illustrations), there were some slight differences I didn't focus on before.

Liam has light blond hair and fire (or maybe blood ;3) red eyes, while Louis has more of ocher hair and red-brownish eyes (I just noticed that Liam is a bit taller than Louis). While in the anime, their colors' palettes are identical.

I wanted to highlight this, looking for someone like me who was confused about this. But since there are various unrelated characters that resemble each other (because of the art style), it's not a big deal.

There are probably many things I'm not aware of, so if you want to share what you know, I'm here, craving for more intels!

~°~

Thanks to everyone who tried to help me understand I'm less concerned about (1). Also, in chapter 9, as I was told, they explain a bit better the situation so finally I feel more at peace XD. THANK YOU ALL!!!♡

#yuumori #yuukoku no moriarty #william moriarty #william james moriarty #louis james moriarty #louis moriarty #albert moriarty #albert james moriarty #moriarty the patriot #mtp #sherliam #yuumori manga

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nicolesainz · 1 year

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Can I ask you a question? (LH44)

Lewis Hamilton x reader

Warnings! Angst, bit smutish, enemies to lovers, it’s 16+!!

“Oh and Y/N is out! Her first DNF of the season. But who was it Martin? Did you see? Who crashed onto her”

“I think it may have been Hamilton. Or Norris”

“Let’s see the replay. AND IT WAS INDEED HER TEAMMATE THAT TOOK HER OUT! Ouch! First Mercedes DNF of the season. Don’t know how happy Toto will be after this” Crofty commented

“At least she wasn’t hurt. It seemed like a pretty bad crash. She spun all the way to the barriers”

Hamilton Radio 📻

L: Is Y/N okay? She didn’t leave the space and I couldn’t break! Verstappen was behind me

B: she’s out of the car and seems fine. Focus on the race Lewis and prepare for a penalty.

A lap later

B: Lewis you have a 5 seconds penalty. Gonna serve it at the pit stop, okay?

L: Got it. Is Y/N? back at her motorhome?

B: she’s okay. She’s with Toto

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“Lewis Hamilton wins the British Grand Prix and secures the championship gap between Max Verstappen!”

Asshole! I was praying for a slow pitstop besides the penalty but they were more than prepared to put the tyres in under 2.5 seconds. Thanks to Lewis, Checo is now P3 in the Drivers Championship. Fucking hell.

Ever since I was signed for Mercedes is like he hates me. I get that after 2016 he’s been having a rough patch, but that doesn’t mean he should bottle all my chances of doing well in the championship too!

Now I know why Nico and Valtteri gave up so soon.

Of course I went to see the podium. Charles was P3 and I was very proud of him. And for Max too. We were childhood friends and I’m glad for all of their successes. When they saw me under the podium, both of them rushed to wash me with champagne and check out to see if I am doing well.

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“He is a great guy! There’s no doubt to that, but due to the pressure Mercedes puts on his back, it’s like he becomes a whole lot of different person on track. I’m sure he didn’t do it on purpose” Valtteri tries to reassure me but I don’t seem to calm down.

I could feel my heart breaking when I felt my car going on the gravel and into the barriers. I was more scared about my career at that point, than my own self. I was so close to winning and in a glimpse, it was taken away from me.

“I don’t know Valtteri. He is a nice guy but I feel like he does it on purpose, so Toto won’t take me seriously and kick me from the team. And I don’t wanna mess up my chance. I don’t know which team is willing to take me in if I get sent out.”

Before Valtteri could finish his sentence, a flash figure appeared right next to me, slowly approaching. It was Lewis.

“Hey Valtteri. Uhm, do you mind if I steal Y/N for a moment? Can we talk in private?”

He look at me then at Bottas with a worrying look as if I would say no. That was my intention at first, until Valtteri gave me a look to go and talk to him.

“Yes, sure Lewis! Also Congratulations on the win!” Bottas flashed him a smile and paves his way back to the Alfa Romeo garage.

Lewis kept looking at me while I was looking at every other driver being interviewed, and alongside them Toto talking with George. Oh no! My heart sunk for a moment. Was I going to lose my seat to Russell? All because of an accident that I wasn’t to blame? I hoped to god this didn’t happen.

“Can we talk please? Y/N?” He softly grabbed my arm and I flinched at his touch. But why did I though?

“Ok, speak!” I finally faced him. His eyes were filled with sadness and disappointment. That’s definitely not the look a winner should have.

“Can we go somewhere more privately? I don’t want to be here. I promise I won’t waste your time” he almost seemed as if he was begging

“My time as it seems is over, so why not give my remains to you. Let’s go” I followed him back to his motorhome. There, Lewis locked his door and put the ‘Do not disturb’ sign outside. Weird. Really odd

“So what’s up? What did you wanted to talk about?”

“I wanted to talk about the crash”

“What about the crash?”

“I want to apologize. I panicked. You barely left any space and with Max pressuring me from behind, I didn’t think clearly. If I had pulled back, there was a possibility all three of us would end up on the wall or crash to each other”

“So you decided to just throw me in the wall? Your teammate?”

“Instead of being crashed my both Max and me, I’d be easier to lead you towards the gravel. That would ease your way to the barriers and wouldn’t get hurt as much as you would have”

“You could have gone outside of the track and overtake me from there. Would have been a penalty, but still a double podium for the team. Or do you truly not care about the team and just yourself?”

“You know it firsthand that being in a position like this, inside a car, going at 300 speed is risky and decisions aren’t easily made under pressure.”

“Still you benefited-“ before I could finish my sentence

“I couldn’t give less of a shit about the championship. I don’t care about the race nor me winning. At that moment and every given moment whenever we race I think about you and how I want you to finish the race in a good position. I’m always hoping it’s first or at least on the podium. Whether I had 7 or no championships, I would still care about you”

The words that came out of Lewis’s mouth, left me truly speechless. Is he seriously thinking about me during the race? When everyone else is thinking about the win or a decent finish?

“If you don’t believe me, ask Bono how many times I’ve asked about you on the radio after your crash or every other time during the past races. Go ahead”

“No no, I-I- I can believe it. I’m just curious about the why? Why care about me? Teammates should obviously care about each other but not think about the other during the race or generally ask about them on the team radio”

It seemed like Lewis was struggling to find an answer for my question. He was trying to say something but simply couldn’t. As if a wall had been lifted that was preventing him from saying it.

“Because I am actually mad for you! I would lose all my races just to see you succeed and smile on top of the podium, than be on the podium and not smile because you’re second”

Lewis came closer to me with us being inches apart from one another. We had never been so close. His hands cupped my cheeks, while mine were unable to move. I didn’t move away from him. I felt the softness of him surrounding me.

“Do you have any idea how mad I was when I saw you hugging the other guys after the podium and not me? I would have died to be at their shoes that moment. And almost every time you hug another driver after the celebration”

His lips were mere centimeters away from mine slowly closing the gap, on what made it our first kiss. His smooth and soft moves made me feel as if I was in heaven. My heart and brain were shocked. Suddenly, the kiss became hungrier, which led Lewis’s tongue interact with mine. That lead to me letting a soft groan come out of my mouth. He picked me up and lead us to his small bed on the motorhome. I was placed on his lap and kept on kissing one another. His mouth begun leaving my lips and following a path down to my neck. My nails dug deep into his back, removing the shirt he was wearing, revealing his multiple tattoos on his tinned chest. Sweet lord. His fingers were caressing my womanhood hardly, until I felt the wetness underneath me. Was I actually doing this with my teammate, who I had sworn he hated me?

“That will teach the others a lesson”

“What lesson?”

“Never steal my teammate”

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#lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton x reader #formula 1 #mercedes #lewis hamilton one shot

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fountainpenguin · 4 months

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"But I am even more than the two of them; everything they care about is what I am- I am their fury; I am their patience..." (x)

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New Dog's Life chapter today! ~ 3rd Life series fan-season

Chapter 16 - “Flare (Sniff, Scott)”

❤️ Read on AO3

💛 Start from Chapter 1

💚 More Pixels Imperfect fics

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While the Dog's Life server plays Session 2, SnifferMyFeet fights the offline Etho for control of his body... Scott and Lizzie recover from the shock of a wild caving adventure, Grian and Bdubs pay the Sushi Boys a visit, and Sniff and Jellie spend some quality time together.

(First 1,200 words under the cut)

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SnifferMyFeet - Player (Unthreaded)

Quarry: Debatable

Hunter: Frequently himself

Allegiance: Whatever this is

🖤 🖤 🖤

"So I guess that's the story," Sniff says, pressing the last piece of gingerbread roof into place. He melds it tight with a flicker of his crafting ability. None of the houses in the ConVex storage room are decorated with sugarcane, frosting, or chocolate chips, but maybe that comes later. The agent simply wanders to the corner and pulls out more cookie pieces so it can work on the next rustic cabin in line. The fact that it's dark doesn't seem to be a problem. Sniff doesn't mind it either. "I don't know, Weird Grian Agent… The cuddles are nice and all, but let's be real… I don't have a chance with Scar or Etho. I mean, Etho called me 'Joel' when we were snuggled up… I don't know if we're coming back from that. Maybe I'm afraid to express my true feelings because I worry that he'll never see me for who I really am."

The agent beeps a few times, not even looking at him. Sniff rolls his eyes.

"Gee… Thanks for that vote of confidence. You don't have to be so snippy."

This time the agent turns full around, growling low in the back of its transmitters. Sniff watches idly, wondering how hard he'd have to punch the thing to knock it on its back. The agent bleeps once more, then turns away as though it scoffed.

"Yeah, all right… I just don't know where to go from here. I mean, look at me. Right now, I'm a charity case just getting by on the kindness Etho, Cub, and Scar have shown me. Oh, yeah- and Grian, I guess. Beef… I'm not in the system. I don't have my own flat. Maybe Pig will let me share, but he always said he lives in a really cramped studio. I haven't even seen him yet since I came to Between… and surely he would've asked around for me, right? I mean, he's usually come home at least once by now. But if I go looking for Pig, I might get answers to questions about his private life I really don't want to have. Like about whatever's going on between him and TwoMuchGrian. You look like you know Grian. D'you know if Pig and Two are married?"

The agent ignores him, kneeling down. It starts setting up the first wall on a cardboard foundation. Sniff runs his fingers through the back curls of his hair, sighing through his teeth.

"I guess deep down, what I really want is for everything to go back to the way it used to be. I want my husbands back, but I can't just say it to their faces… I mean, if they liked me, wouldn't they already be dating me? Err… Grian and Joel."

No response. Maybe a stifled beep. Only one.

"This is just a lot to take in. I mean, I probably shouldn't be worrying about it right now. I guess I should take my time to get used to Between and let the rest fall into place, but if there's any chance, I don't want to lose them, y'know? So it feels weird breaking up with them if it's not hopeless yet. Plus, I'm bored… I miss Etho and Scar. It used to be that I barely went anywhere without one of them hanging around me. When they were gone, I always knew they'd come back- I built our bases or whatever. But now they might never come back, and I'm probably about to get dumped twice back to back by two people I really like who've maybe kind of sort of been leading me on, and that's really gonna hurt…"

The agent starts work on the second gingerbread wall.

"And I already know that if Pig had to choose between spending time with me or all his cam account friends, I'd never win. I mean, I've never won him over in that regard. I guess he's got Two? I think that was implied. I'm pretty sure he only came home when all his friends were at work and he was off. And I guess I'm grateful, because he could've just left me on that server forever… but, like, he never mentioned unthreading to me as an option? What's up with that?"

And that's a hard pill to swallow (emphasis on the 'aha'). Sniff flops back against the doorframe, draping an arm across his eyes. It helps a little. It almost makes it silly, and then it doesn't sting so badly.

I mean, when Etho told me about unthreading, I jumped right up. Why didn't Pig ever…?

It would've been nice. If when Joel went under for surgery reasons, Etho knocked politely at the door of his and Pig's flat.

I guess if one of my lookalikes ever needs my code again, Etho will be back. Maybe someone should "accidentally" bump Joel or Grian off a cliff.

"Things seem pretty good in Between, and there are all these other servers out here. Pig can go have fun with his friends any time he wants. I don't know if he visited because he liked me? I think it was just duty, boredom, and pity. Like, geez… I'm not as interesting as a thousand worlds to explore. And we're not dating; Pig knew how I felt about my husbands, so he didn't make moves on me, I think. Or he's not interested, but I don't care about that as I like fighting him.

"Although, it is a bit messed up that he never told me they were off the market… Well, I guess I don't know if they're off the market, but you know what I mean. I really miss them, though. Scar's snuggles are the best, but Etho really makes you feel special when he's affectionate. I really liked their hugs. And our old bases. I loved The Relation ship… and the Red Velvet Keep. I actually do miss those pandas… not that I'd ever tell him that; he'd get such a smug look on his face. I miss chasing pillagers with Etho. And the carroting. The way he used to take me apart…"

He trails off, cradling his cheek against his knuckles. He never did carrot with Scar (Too scared; too stressed; reasons unclear), but he did carrot with Etho. A little. Mind your own blummin' business. He sniffs then, pathetically, which is miserable in the sense that it grounds him to his name (like a boot heel twisting him into the dirt).

He exhales. "I know breaking up's the right thing to do… because even if they want to date me, we'd be building that relationship on memories that only I have. Mine are wrong, apparently. I don't know what's up with that; Etho said I probably have roleplay memories without the context that it wasn't real, so my brain invented its own context, though that still leaves me with a dozen questions… My sneaking around the hub hasn't yet led me to some memory erasing business. I'm just not ready to get double dumped. They might not think I'm worth hanging out with anymore…"

They're experienced players. They don't want some oblivious newbie sniffing at their feet.

[Full chapter on AO3 - Link at top]

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vibratingskull · 5 months

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Sunny vacations

Part1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22

Tags : Mansion, vacation, pool, bickering, proposing

FemaleReader x Thrawn

You accepted Arzel offer and arrive with Thrawn at his property on Tyrahn. Surely those vacation will be uneventful and restful?

It is an awful idea.

Really…

But you barely had anything to say in that. Or rather it was an unique occasion, albeit a dangerous one.

“We are arriving.” Thawn indicates.

You look through the window. You see a massive mansion with a pool and private domain. Your eyes widen, you didn’t know it would have been this large. It is your first time on Tyrahnn despite orbiting next to it regularly.

“You never came?” He asks.

“No. Never.” You shake your head.

You’re praying everything will be okay.

Your transport lands on a special place, permitting you to get out of the jet. Outside Azrel is waiting for you, fanning himself with his fan and a big smile on his face.

He opens his arms as you step out, pulling you into a hug.

“Welcome my pearl.” He chants.

He grabs the side of your face and kisses you languorously. You gulp. Not in front of Thrawn, you think. You try to pull back and it makes him chuckle. He releases you with a sly smile and extends his hand to Thrawn, holding your waist.

“Welcome Grand Admiral. Thank you for accepting my invitation.”

Thrawn seizes his hand and shakes it firmly.

“Thank you, Governor. I am sure we can put those vacations to profits.”

Arzel laughs.

“You’re never really on vacation, are you?”

“Unfortunately, no. Such as you”

Arzel shrugs.

“Give your luggage to the droids, they will take care of it!”

A droid appears out of nowhere behind your back, almost making you jump how silent it is. It seizes any baggage and rolls away as quickly. Azrel caresses your back.

“Did you travel well?”

“It was uneventful.” Thrawn indicates

Uneventful but not restful. At least for you. You departing from the Relentless and Thrawn from the Chimaera you didn’t cross paths. He surely took a special transport his grade of Grand Admiral permitted him while you took the community shuttle. You then took the same Civilian transport but you took the second class while he took the first, you only realize you took the same once on the platform. You travel together since, and outside polite chatting and necessities you didn’t exchange a word, him as unbothered and haughty as usual and you melting on your seat, almost dizzy. Saying you’re relieved you arrived is an understatement.

“Let me show you around.” Arzell declares.

He makes you visit his mansion, never letting you go. He shows you the domain, the house, its immense living room, home cinema, gym, mirrors room,... Your neck is in pain, constantly looking everywhere , all at once.

“Woaw… You grew up here?”

“I did, my pearl. This house saw my birth, my growth, will probably see my wedding and my death.” His hand slides to your lower back at the mention of wedding.

You feel a burning sensation at the back of your neck, like someone was staring at your back. In a hallway you all three stop, Thrawn admiring the paintings of the family. You look up to it, it is a series of strokes of bright and neon colors. Really modern paintings.

“I came to understand you're an art aficionado, Grand Admiral.”

“Indeed.”

“What can you say about those?” Arzel gestures to them with his closed fan.

“Those are family portraits.” Thawn notes.

Arzel applauds.

“Compliments. You’re absolutely right. Numbers of people take much more time to understand it, even more simply don't believe it.”

“Yet it is clearly apparent.”

“To you maybe. Tell me, my pearl, you who knows me best, which one is my portrait?”

You look dumbfounded at the numerous canvases on the wall. How are you supposed to know that? You take time to observe each and every one of them, trying to find a pattern or a detail.

You look at Azrel that fan himself with an amused gaze, then Thrawn, praying for him to help you but he just looks at you with an indecipherable expression. You look back at the portrait, your mind at max speed.

Then it clicks.

“It is this one.” you point.

Arzel and Thrawn both nod.

“Tell me how you knew?” Azrel asks.

“No. It’s my secret.” You smirk.

It is the same color palette as his favorite fan. Not too complicated, finally. You just have to know the person in question. You look up trying to determine which ones are his parent’s, but he pulls you away.

Finally you're shown your rooms.

“Your room, Grand Admiral, is right here. I made you prepare the largest guest chambers.” Arzel largely opens the double doors.

You take a sneak peak, it is a really large room with a double bed, even an interior fountain and a built in cold pool. The windows are arches that look out onto the gardens. In those high temperatures a cold breeze comes freshen up the room and fly the light white fabric of the curtains.

“I’ve got the King room right over there, and my pearl,” Arzel kisses your cheek. “You obviously get the Queen room next to it.” He shows you around.

Those two rooms are smaller but more intimate and protected from the harsh rays of the sun. Your luggages is already here.

“I propose you take off those tight uniforms and come freshen up at the pool. Roween, I left you a little present on the bed.” Arzel winks at you.

You all get into your own rooms. You take the time to visit a bit, you get a double canopy bed with embroidered covers and pillows, a carved basin with fresh water, a private bathroom with a tub in what looks like white marble, and a little bookcase with some holobooks. You leaf through them, it’s your favorite authors with some holos of the Beleg, you notice a second range and take out a risqué little holos. Also your favorite authors and tomes. You feel your cheeks burning, it makes you chuckle to see naughty holos mixed with holos teaching you to reach the Light. Pretty antinomic. You put them back and look for the present.

It’s a light small baby blue dress, it's soft to the touch and you realize it’s probably both for everyday wear and swimming. Well, everyday wear is maybe a bit much considering how small it is. It comes with a pair of small heels of the same colors. You pass it on and look at you in the large mirror of the room. It hugs your forms perfectly and is super breathable, it’s like wearing a second skin. It’s not your style though. The cut isn’t to your taste. You’re flattening it when your gaze stops on your hands.

You’re wearing the rings.

You look at them. How come two little things like that can bring you so much trouble? Should… Should you take them off? Only one? In this case, which one? Or both… You hid them from Thrawn with the black gloves of your uniforms earlier, but now…

You look into the gift box again and find a matching pair of gloves that run all the way to your higher biceps. That’s not regular… But it prevents you from making a choice and you put them over your two rings. Here! What you can’t see, can’t hurt you!

You shake your head.

You go put the box on the little dressing table and see a load of skin products, moisturizers, oils and ointments. Is Arzel scared for you to get skin cancer or something? It makes you snort with amusement.

You take a tube of sunscreen and two holos. Feeling cheeky you pick one risqué, you’ll read it hidden behind the larger book. You head towards the pool where they’re already taking advantages of the fresh water. You choose a deckchair and install yourself. You hear a whistle coming from Azrel.

“I knew I picked well… But wow.”

You strike a pose and give him a glance from over your sunglasses with a smirk.

“How do you like it, sir?”

Thrawn emerges from the water, shaking his head and ruffling his hair. Water stops at their waist, letting you appreciate their well shaped bodies, water glistening on their abs and pecs. You’re reminded of Azrel’s tattoo that snakes its way to unspeakable places and Thrawn’s broad chest. Your confidence melts like ice in the sun, you suddenly take the whole measure of those vacations. Azrel nods approvingly and turns towards Thrawn with the face of a child receiving a new toy.

“How beautiful is my fiance, Grand Admiral?”

Sometimes Azrel's craving for attention is too much…

“This isn’t her style.” Thrawn simply notes, looking you up and down.

“Of course! I took the liberty to expand her range of clothing!” Azrel smuggly explains.

You shyly sit on the chair crossing your legs to calm down your waking core. It’s hot today but the spectacle in front of you is hotter. Azrel’s peacefully sipping a cocktail leaning against the pool wall, Thrawn’s doing length and your reading, hiding from the sun under a parasol. You take quick glances at Azrel broad shoulders and Thrawn’s athletic performance, alternating with your cheeky reading. You press your legs together when a threesome scene starts.

Your imagination starts running wild.

You feel your cheeks being set ablaze and waves of warmth spread from your bundle of nerves. Your heart starts racing as the caresses described in your holo get more saucy and bold. You start imagining yourself instead of the heroine between her two lovers. Kissing and groping each other. You gulp, imagining Thrawn’s warm hands snaking their way from your thighs to your waist, pulling you against his pelvis in a powerful motion, looming over you like a predator with his burning eyes shining in the night. Azrel caressing and playing with your tits while kissing you. You would moan and mewl under their touches, your body waving against their muscular ones. They would have so much intentions for you, treating you like a queen for one night. Your clit pulsates furiously at the simple thought of their combined caresses. You let a deep sigh escape you.

“What do you might read to hide it like that?” Arzel snatches your holos from your hands with a laugh.

“Arzel, give that back immediately!” You jump on your feet on high alert.

If he reads it you’re done for!

“Her breath got stuck in her throat as he caressed her ass, hooking her panties he slid th-” He didn't get to finish his reading.

You jump on his back trying to catch the holo, he agitates it under your nose laughing. Seeing how you won’t let him be he throws himself in the pool. You cry. The water is super cold! You emerge with a scream.

“Nather Satlove you’re such a kid!”

“That’s why you love me, you would be bored either way.” He chuckles.

He swims swiftly to you and steals you a kiss. His hands snake their way to your ass and grab it. You growl in the kiss with surprise and indignation. Not in front of a guest! Not in front of Thrawn! You think. From the corner of your eyes you see him fixing you both. Arzel lets you go with a pop sound and a satisfied smirk.

At any rate, the cold water helps calm your steamy hot thoughts. You swim to Thrawn, clearing your throat.

“Hmm, I’m sorry for this inappropriate moment.”

“It is his house.” He simply responds.

His tone is a bit harsh, although you don’t exactly know why. Is he wounded in his ego to see his one night partner being cuddled by another man? In some twisted way, it pleases you.

Serves him right!

It’s for all the headache and heart palpitations he gives you.

A droid comes towards the pool.

“Master, dinner is served.”

“Perfect! Let’s go, friends!” Like that he jumps out of the pool

After washing out the chlorine and passing one of your dresses in which you are comfortable you join them at the dressed table in the garden. They are already seated down.

“I prepared you a dress.” Arzel pouts.

You smile contritely.

“I will wear it another day.” You sit down, getting served by the droids.

In front of you Thrawn’s eat in a dignified silence, glancing every one and then to the garden statues and the little ones placed on the table.

“What do you want to do in the next few days? Tyrahn has everything, malls, mountains, lakes, rallys, theaters,” He winks at Thrawn “Museums.”

Thrawn’s attention is immediately catched.

"If you do not mind it I will most certainly do a tour of the museums"

"I knew you would say that !" Arzel laughs. "We should all go to one of them. I'm the Governor of this planet, I can privatize them and give you access to their archives."

"Thank you Governor, but I am not exactly comfortable with the idea of privatizing art and museums" Thrawn dabs his mouth with his napkin.

"You think It should be accessible to all?"

"Indeed, I do."

Arzel scofes.

"Well, we did open them to the masses and they do nothing with it. Who cares about art when you worry about the next paycheck?"

You stop mid-movement. You don't like where this is going.

"I think art is a matter of opportunity and education. Everyone can appreciate art if they are given the right tools." Thrawn tempers.

"Education, that's the problem, my friend." Azrel fills his glass of wine and inhales it "Take the first bumpkin and you will find none. Few are those capable of actually rising above their miserable condition. Only the strong manage to detach itself from the swarming masses." He takes your hand with a thin smile. "Like you, my Pearl."

You smile back, twitching. You're more middle Class than working Class but you get the stab nonetheless. You and Thrawn don't add anything to that conversation, but it looks like Azrel hasn't finished yet.

"And you, Grand Admiral? What's your family doing?"

"My family is complex and consists of multiple backgrounds and walks of life."

"What were your parents' jobs, in this case ?"

You're absolutely mortified, you wish the ground would swallow you whole. Thrawn takes a sip of his drinks, eyes in the void like he's searching in his memory.

"My parents were Factory workers."

"See? And now you're now a Grand Admiral of the Navy. Only the strong and worthy ascend! I am most impressed by those who manage to do it, they are the true winners in this world. The most worthy of praise. But how much fleabags society has to support for only one genius?"

You cough, your bite taking a wrong turn. Would it have been anyone else, they would be strangling Azrel right now. But Thrawn remains calm, unbothered.

"It is interesting that you hold such views, Governor Satlov. Do you not fight for racial equality ?"

"I do and I stand by that! Pretending that races determines your intellect or your capacities to serve society is nonsense! Non-humans should have the same opportunities as humans."

"Even if the game is rigged?" You can't help but ask

"This is why we work" He reminds you "to refine the process and help the next genius to ascend."

You take a bite, but you're not really hungry anymore.

“But tell me Grand Admiral, what does a man like you do in his free time?” ask Azrel by filling Thrawn's glass

"My time is rarely free, I mostly study arts and cultures while coordinating my teams and investigating the cases the Emperor gave me."

“So you never really stop working, don’t you.”

“I do not. I am contactable at any time and if need be I will shorten those vacation to join the operatives forces I displayed around Tyrahnn.”

Azrel looks interested.

“You displayed operative forces? Where?”

“You will understand I cannot reveal sensible information like that.”

Technically he could, the Governor has full right to know which forces roam around his own planet, but you guess Thrawn’s patience is slowly withering after all. Arzel lifts a hand in an appeasing gesture.

"I didn't mean to pry into your strategies, Grand Admiral. I am sorry." He takes a bite of rare meat. "And you my Pearl, what do you want to do?"

You're suddenly faced again with why you accepted this situation to begin with. This whole circus has only one reason to be…

"There is an open-air market, the Sapara market, I would like to visit on this date, alone. You could do something together this day?" They exchange a single side glance.

Clearly those two only pretend to get along. But it is not your problem, you're here for your cousin, your informant, and for his intel. And those intel specify clearly that your pirates are gonna meet at the Sapara market in less than one week. You may finally end the hunt once and for all. You wince while taking a glass of wine, remembering the Wyvern and the rebel that knew your name… None of the people present on the Sparrow that day seems to have talked about it yet, but you know it is only a matter of time before one of them speaks and tarnishes your name even more. Successfully dismantling a pirate organization could put you once again in the good grace of the Empire.

What could you lose anyway?

Azrel glances at you with an indecipherable expression, while Thrawn finishes his plate. A droïd comes with a new bottle and goes to fill Thrawn’s glass.

“No. The Grand Admiral doesn’t consume alcohol.” Arzel stops it, and sends it back with a gesture of the hand.

“Really thoughtful of you, Governor. How did you know?” Thrawn asks with an acidic tone almost unveiled.

“I have my ways.” Arzel answers with a satisfied smirk, taking a sip.

They look daggers at each other. Maker the tension between these two… You look at it strangely detached, you’re too focused on planning your day at the market in your head. You should soon receive news from your informant. You’re mentally reviewing everything you’ll need when Thrawn rises from his seat.

“I’m done. Thank you for this dinner.”

He walks away and you’re about to go after him

“Thrawn!”

Arzel stops you.

“My pearl, stay here for a bit longer, please.”

You sit back reluctantly. You look at him, waiting for him to explain himself.

“Not really talkative, your friend.” He mutters pensively

“Why did you have to say that?”

“Since when did we know each other?”

What? What does it have to do with everything?

“Don’t change the subject.” You try

“It has been a decade, no? A decade together…”

“Arzel…”

“A decade at each other’s side, walking the same path, supporting each other…”

He holds your hands, caressing them delicately.

“Yes, most probably, but it has nothing to do with the subject at hand.” You grumble.

“Would you walk with me in the garden for a moment?” He asks with a sad smile.

You comply, champing at the bit. The illusion of this afternoon is definitively broken, the sweet fantasm of a torrid vacation with the two of your men didn’t live long and the true characters of each person slowly surface, and that’s not pretty. You would rather shoot yourself than arbitrate the bickering of two adult men unable to keep their egos at bay. You breathe through your nose as Azrel guides you, arm in arm, through the scented garden. A pinch of rose, lavender and honey reach your nose. You finally get to a small lake shining in the moonlight.

“Do you remember? Our first kiss was before a lake like this one.”

“Indeed.”

You’re not really into a sentimental mood and you’re worrying about Thrawn, he seemed stiffer than usual, you would like to check on him.

"So many things happened, so many obstacles arose, but we passed over them."

You nod silently. He's right, and it's partly because of him but you guard yourself from commenting on that.

"Did I explain to you what your name means ?" He turns towards you with a complicite smile.

"No." You admit.

"It means "peaceful heart" in an ancient language. And this is what I hope to bring you, a life free of all problems" He kisses your forehead "Until the end."

He caresses your hand. You look at him with round eyes, is he suggesting…

"Roween…"

He kneels down. Huh oh…

"Will you make me the happiest man?"

He looks at you right into the eyes, his usual smirk absent. You only see resolution into his eyes. A red light immediately flickers in your mind, but you try and ignore it.

"Would I… I… You…"

You're at a loss for words. So many sentiments rage inside of you. You just blink at him, mouth agape, your voice lost. What just happened ? Did he really ask what you think he asked?

He patiently looks at you, holding your hand in his.

You stare at him, his long braid on his shoulder, his bright gray eyes reflecting the moon’s rays, his jewelry that shines under the light, his long robe that drapes and hugs his form and muscles. Your breath got stuck in your throat, you put your hand on your heart to calm its palpitations.

“I… It’s so sudden, I don’t even know your parents, I…”

He lightly smile, kisses your knuckles.

“You’ll meet them really soon, the feast is only a few months away, everything has already been taken care of.” He brushes your hand on his cheek. “I understand your stupefaction, you don’t have to answer now.”

You gulp. Your love for both of them compresses your heart, suffocating you, cutting your breath. You can’t answer. Not like that. Not before clearing the air with Thrawn or whatever weird relationship you are in. Your situation is too muddied for you to answer honestly or without regrets. You take your courage in both hands.

“I have to do something before being able to answer you properly. Can I… Can I ask for a bit of time so I can give you a real answer?”

He chuckles.

“I knew you would say that, that’s why I didn’t prepare any ring.” He rises up. “Take all your time, my pearl. I’ll wait.” He kisses your forehead again, embracing your body. “Take the night at least to really think about it.”

He parts with you and starts to walk away.

“You’re leaving?” You ask confused.

“There is something important I must do, my pearl. I’ll leave you to your reflection.”

And he disappears into the mansion.

You’re left alone at the bank of the lake, your mind fuming and racing, so much you feel a headache pointing its nose. You hold your head with both hands, messing with your hair, pacing back and forth.

What do you do?

What should you do?

Your stomach is twisting into knots, your nerves wrecking, sending you in a spiral of stress.You’re so happy and terrified, a part of you tells you this what you were waiting for for so long and another is telling you’ll regret it. Both are two wolves at war with each other.

An old alarm is screaming inside your skull.

You collapse on your knees, your head ready to explode.

You jump into the lake.

It’s icy cold.

The water stabs you like a thousand daggers.

You scream, muffled by the liquid.

A slow torpor starts spreading into your limbs and mind. The silence of nature brings quietude and peacefulness. You let yourself float, letting your troubles dissolve away. Talk. You’ll need to talk with Thrawn. Cross out this part of your life definitively.

Growing.

Becoming adult.

You’ll put an end to this sweet impossible dream and turn yourself towards real life. A life possible, with Arzel. A tangible person. Someone you can hug everyday.

You surface.

You’ll say farewell to Thrawn.

Then you’ll say yes.

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We're Having A Baby H.S

Kiwi - Harry Styles

Summary: Y/N has the crowd help her out by telling Harry She's pregnant

Request: No

Warnings: Cursing (Out of happiness) pure fluff and wholesome-ness, small talk of struggling too conceive

Pairing: Harry Styles x fem!reader (they're married)

MC: Harry Styles, y/n

Rate: 16+

Word Count: 2395

Repost/translations: No

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Thought of on: May 11th 2022

Written on: May 11th 2022

*Y/N’s POV*

“Hey guys!” I grinned, holding the microphone to my face as I walked out on stage.

Everyone yelled, causing the butterflies to grow in my stomach.

“The opener is sadly not feeling good and hold your boos! But I hope it’s okay if I come out and hang out with you guys for half an hour?” I asked the crowd and I heard their screams, causing my smile to get bigger.

“I know it wasn’t what you guys paid for… but I thought maybe we could play a game? Do a q and a?” I asked, trying to gauge their reaction.

Harry’s fans and I have a pretty good relationship. It took a couple years, and a lot of effort on my end, but after being married for 5 years, and dating for 3, we have finally got an understanding with each other. It has made attending tour, or getting papped with Harry a lot easier.

“I’m kind of stalling, waiting for Harry to get out of the building before I tell you my actual plan” I whispered into the microphone, the crowd erupting in screams.

I did a q and a for a little bit until Harry’s PA walked out and told me Harry is outside and I had about 10 minutes before Harry would get back.

I informed the crowd that this would have to be quick and I took a deep breath.

“So, during Kiwi tonight, I want you guys to pull out the signs that are under your seat” I informed, my hands shaking a little bit.

“I um.. Have this surprise for Harry.. And it would truly mean a lot for both of us if you guys were included” I smiled, watching people pick up the signs, and reading them.

“OH MY GOD!” Some girl loudly screamed, causing me to laugh.

The sign they were all holding was “She’s having your baby” in big bold font and seeing the crowd holding the signs caused her a lot of anxiety.

She knew this was a good thing, and that Harry would be extremely happy since they had been trying for a while… but she was still unsure if he would like the plan she had, or if he would’ve preferred something more private.

I knew their fans would love to be involved in something so personal to him… but would he have rather me told him one bright and early morning?

“Congratulations!” People started yelling and I smiled, thanking them.

“The plan is to hold these up once he sings “She said she’s having your baby”, now we have to make sure he doesn’t do it like five times in a row” I snickered. “But I have the pregnancy test with me, and my own sign for him that reads “It’s your business” now before you twitter fans come at me! I know it’s cliché, and stupid or whatever, but I’m too tired and sick to think of something better” I laughed, slowly making my way across the big stage.

“Okay, this stays between us, and please, please, please, don’t show him before it’s time” I begged, afraid someone will spill the beans.

“I better switch the topic before my protective husband comes back inside and makes us all pay for it” I giggled.

“Hey sweetheart” Harry pulled me by the waist, kissing me softly.

“Hi baby, are you ready for your show tonight?” I asked, running my fingers through the back of his hair, making sure I didn’t mess it up.

“Always ready. You know that” He kissed the side of my head.

“No nerves?” I questioned, knowing he at least had a few jitters here and there.

“Why? Should I be nervous? What do you know? You’re a terrible liar” He smirked and I rolled my eyes.

Harry’s hands slipped into the pockets of my jeans, resting against my ass.

“Don’t make me squeeze, tell me” He murmured against my ear and I shook my head.

“You’re going to grope me in front of everyone?” I asked softly, knowing we were not alone right now.

“they’ve walked in on worse” He kissed behind my ear before we heard someone clear their throat.

“Alright, love birds. He needs to be on stage in 15, you two can find a room later” Jeff clapped his hands at us and Harry groaned, squeezing my ass before letting me go.

“See you out there, right?” Harry asked and I nodded, kissing his lips quickly.

“Good Luck, I love you” I waved quickly before exiting the room, a security guard leading me to the middle of the arena.

“Y/N!” A fan yelled and I waved, walking over towards her.

“Hey! How are you? Are you here with anyone tonight?” I asked her and she nodded, pointing over towards the guy next to her.

“I hope you guys have fun! I’m excited” I smiled, talking to her for a moment before taking a quick selfie and heading over towards Harry and I’s mutual friend.

The show started, and I tried to have as much fun as possible whilst also staying hydrated.

Being pregnant has definitely made attending shows a little harder than I thought it would.

I knew the stage lights made Harry sweat a ton, but I didn’t think it would affect me too much.

The closer we got to Kiwi, I instinctively found myself holding my hands on my tiny bump.

I had to be careful because Harry kept looking over at me in the crowd, so I tried to do the movements when his back was towards me.

The very second the lights went dark and the crowd started screaming, my heart started racing.

“She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes, hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect, all the boys they were saying they were into it. Such a pretty face, on a pretty neck” He sang and I swear my heart was going to explode out of my chest, myself picking up the sign I had stored with his manager.

“She’s driving me crazy! But I’m into it, but I’m into it… I’m kinda into it!” He smirked over towards my direction and I rolled my eyes, knowing damn well he wrote this after we argued all night over something stupid.

“It’s getting crazy! I think I’m losing it, I think I’m losing it, she said I’m having your baby” He sang and all the signs went up, my heart racing as I watched his eyes be closed, making it so much worse.

Harry freaking Styles open your goddamn eyes or I swear to god!

“It’s none of your business!” he sang and the second time, his eyes opened and I saw them scan the crowd, appearing to try and read the signs, and that’s when it happened.

The endless sight of “She’s having your baby” raised in the air, on show for everyone to see.

I watched his eyes quickly dart over to me, confused, and I held up my sign that read “It’s your business” with a hand drawn Clear Blue pregnancy stick that had a plus in the middle.

The real pregnancy stick clenched in my hand.

“Wa-wa-wa-wait!” Harry stuttered, having the music stop as his jaw was dropped.

“Are you-?” He asked and I quickly nodded, watching the huge grin take over his face.

He quickly put the corded microphone in the stand, running to the side stage stairs.

At first I was very confused, but the confusion was quickly cleared up when security ran with him over towards me.

Harry wrapped his arms around me, kissing my lips.

“You’re pregnant?” He asked again, and I nodded, tears falling down my face.

“Oh my god. Y/N!”

“Are you mad?” I asked, afraid I made the wrong choice.

Harry quickly shook his head, the huge smile still placed on his face.

“Why would I be mad? You’re having my baby!” He yelled at the end, the crowd screaming as I laughed.

“Are you mad I didn’t tell you in private?” I asked and he shook his head, wiping the tears off my face.

He quickly dropped to his knees, Helene taking photos as he placed his lips on my stomach.

He stood up and grabbed my hand, carefully pulling me behind him.

We climbed up the stairs, the bright lights hitting my eyes as I stared out into the endless sea of cameras.

“SHE’S HAVING MY BABY!” He yelled into the microphone, the crowd screaming as I blushed.

“And it’s all of his business” I giggled, a huge smile taking over both of our faces.

“My wife ladies and gentleman” Harry cheered, motioning towards me.

“I will finish up kiwi in a second, but I’m just going to ask.. How?” He asked me and I smirked, biting my lower lip out of nerves.

“How what?”

“How did you do this without me knowing.. I TOLD YOU, YOU WERE LYING TO ME!” He pointed his finger at me, myself laughing.

“I KEPT IT A SECRET THOUGH! I’m more impressed that your fans did!” I gave a round of applause to the crowd, not being able to take the smile off my face even if I wanted to.

I watched Harry finish his show, nursing the bottle of water on side stage.

When the show ended, his team and I made our way towards his dressing room.

I got settled on the couch, waiting for my husband to enter the room.

I definitely wasn’t feeling good.

The heat of the stage, and the thousands of people along with the nerves was definitely making my stomach feel queasy.

Morning sickness has been quite the challenge, and hiding it from Harry has been almost just as miserable.

The door quickly opened and I watched him enter shirtless, his eyes darting around the room before finding me.

He very quickly made his way over to me, throwing himself on top of me.

“Woah” I laughed, glad he braced himself on the edge of the sofa.

“You’re having my baby” He muttered and I laughed, nodding.

“You going to keep repeating it?” I questioned and he nodded.

“You’re having my baby” He said again, taking his face out of the crook of my neck.

“I am”

“Holy shit you’re having my baby” He repeated, yet again and I giggled, nodding.

“YOU’RE HAVING MY BABY!” He yelled, jumping back, startling me.

“I am” I reassured and he laughed, his head thrown back out of pure joy.

“Holy crap” He breathed out, and I sat on the couch, still slightly startled by his outburst.

“Do you need a moment? Would you like me to leave?” I asked and he quickly shook his head.

“You’re never leaving my sight ever. You’re going to be attached to my hip for the rest of our lives” He told me and I grinned.

“That's how we got in this situation” I teased and he smirked back at me.

“I can’t.. You’re having my baby” He yet again told me and I just laughed, nodding.

We sat in this green room for about 10 minutes of Harry pacing back and forth in disbelief. Every once in a while walking over to kiss or hug me.

“We tried for so long.. For so so so long to having a baby.. And you’re pregnant. Oh my god you’re fucking pregnant Y/N” He laughed, giddiness to every single word that left his pretty little mouth.

“Are you sure you’re not mad that I didn’t tell you in private?” I asked again, anxiety creeping up.

“Of course not baby. I love that you included my fans. All of my favorite people told me the best news ever. I love you so fucking much! Oh my god you’re going to be the best mum ever! I impregnated you. You’re having my baby. Holy shit I’m having a baby!” He grinned, standing in front of me with a shit eating grin on his face.

“I’m going to spoil the hell out of this child. I hope it’s a girl. I want to buy her all the dresses and the sparkly things and-” He started rambling and I laughed, standing up and pressing my lips against his.

“One step at a time darling. We’re having a baby” I whispered, pecking his lips softly.

“We’re having a baby” He repeated to me and I nodded, both of us smiling.

“I’ll remind you again later, but our first appointment is before we leave for Manchester. It’s two days before” I informed him and he nodded, pulling out his phone.

“I put it into our shared calendar while you were on stage” I grinned and he smirked at me.

“You had everything figured out didn’t you” He gave me a look and I nodded, grinning as I bit my lower lip.

“Everyone knew but you. Your mum knows. So does Gem” I told him and he shook his head at me, trying to hold in the smile.

“Am I the last one to know?” He asked and I shrugged, trying to hold back my own sneaky smile.

“Y/N” he shook his head at me and my smile broke out.

“I’m sorry! I was excited! We’re having a baby!” I yelled, throwing my arms out to my sides.

“We’re having a baby” He repeated, making me giggle.

“We’re having a baby” I replied back in a soft voice.

“Oh I have so many plans! The nursery, the outfits! Oh the outfits! I’m buying that baby gucci everything! Head to toe. Gucci” He grinned and I rolled my eyes.

“But what about Saint Luarent?” I asked and he gave me the stink eye.

“We absolutely will not be dressing my baby in Saint Laurent”

“Why!” I cackled and he shook his head at me, still grinning.

“The styles name won’t be caught dead in Saint Laurent” He told me and this time I rolled my eyes.

“You literally wore Saint Laurent the other day”

“That’s not the same. My baby will be dressed better than me. This baby is my pride and joy. It will be carrying the family name. The legacy. Gucci, and Gucci only”

“But what about your mum's homemade outfits?” I asked and he sighed.

“Fine. Gucci and my mums homemade outfits”

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CH 1

1992

I stepped out of the car, the moving van pulling up behind it. Florida all the way across the country. I didn’t know what to feel, it was pretty so far but I was kinda scared it was different and I didn’t know anyone. I saw my mom talking to someone and walked up to her. She paused looking down at me a smile gracing her face.

“This is Natasha, Sweetheart this is Ms Lisa” I waved she seemed really nice.

“Hi.” I said shyly. A little boy ran up a large smile on his face as he stopped looking at me.

“Hi I’m Joe.”

“Hi,”

“What’s your name?”

“Natasha.”

“Wanna play?”

“Um sure ok.”

“Cool come on.” I followed him not knowing I’d be doing it forever or that I’d met my best friend.

3 Weeks Later

I was playing with Joe, we’d played every day since I’d moved in. It was summer so he was really the only person I knew right now, but I was ok with that he was really fun to be around

“Hey do you wanna go to my cousins with me I’m sure no one will care.” He said goosing the ball

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah why not we’re going to be in school together they’re my best friends kinda like you. They’re twins.”

“Ok.”

“Joe are are ready to go? Hello Natasha.”

“Hello Ms Lisa.”.

“Mom can Natasha come.”

“If her mom there is ok with that I’m sure it’s fine.”

Getting to his cousins I followed Joe as he walked in and I already saw him talking to two boys

“These are my cousins, guys this is Natasha and this is Jon.”

“Hi.”

“Hi I’m Josh.”

Fatu twins and Anoai. I’d been friends with them since day 1 and when that used to be how they were called or triple threat. The four musketeers My best friends, my life. I was so grateful for them, they’d had my back since I moved here and I know my life wouldn’t be the same without them hell I don’t think the move or my life would be as amazing had I not met them

I’d met Joe at 6 when my family moved to Pensacola and we became next door neighbors. My father was in the Navy, I had been born in San Diego California spending the first 6 years of my life in Miramar California since my father was stationed there. TOPGUN I’m sure you’ve heard of it and it’s a real place it’s not there anymore it was moved to Nevada but back then it was also at that base. When I was 6 my father got a promotion and we moved all the way to Florida. They’d found a nice little home off base and that’s where I met Joe; He’s been my best friend since, and within weeks I was friends with his cousins Jon and Josh, those three have been inseparable their entire lives and Joe is just an extra brother instead of a cousin. Always hanging out, playing sports, watching wrestling every week, always together. I spent the summer playing with them and once school started I met more people but no one was ever like us four. We all went to school together our whole lives minus Joe's freshman year where he was at some private catholic school until he got Ms Lisa to switch him to Escambia where the twins and I were. All my classes was always with at least one of them, even though they were a year older I was smart and was skipped a grade so since I’d known them we were together. So much so that rumors always flew as we grew that it was more or like in late middle and through high school I was sleeping with all of them. My ego loves that because they were all fine as hell but was so far from the truth, for the most part. I had lost my virginity to Joe when I was 14 and he had just recently turned 16. His birthday was in May and mine was in August like the twins. Yeah we thought the other attractive but it was mostly a I feel comfortable with you do this, we always knew we were better friends and this never changed our relationship but come that Christmas season we’d both learn that someone was seeing me as more than a best friend and had for a couple years.

When we turned 12 I went from Nat to Snickers. At first I hated it but now I’m used to it. It stuck and everyone ended up calling me it. My best friends had called me it once it was clear puberty had it and it hit hard. One day I was the normal tomboyish girl not really anything and the next morning I had boobs, curves and a ass. I remember waking up freaking out crying and putting clothes on that didn’t fit me before I jumped out of my bedroom window and walking the two feet knocking on my best friends a blanket around me. He opened the window looking at me like I was crazy.

“You sick of something Nat?”

“Can I borrow some clothes?”

“Um yeah, why you have tons.” I sighed opening my blanket as his jaw dropped.

“Yeah and they don’t fit help me.” My shirt that used to be normal was to the middle of my stomach not being able to fit over my boobs and my shorts were way to small

“Holy shit.”

“Joe!”

“I um yeah come in.” He grabbed a big shirt and some basketball shorts handing me them and I quickly went to put them on. I went shopping with my mom getting all new clothes and the twins when they saw me freaked just like Joe.

“What the hell where did all that come from?”

“Where’s Natasha and what did you do?”

“Shut up.” I said embarrassed “everyone at school is gonna be saying shit.”

“And we’ll fight them. But for real you look thicker than a snicker got damn.”

“Jonathan.” I wined

“I mean Nat you woke up like that.” Joe said pointing at me.

“Yo most girls would kill for that like damn you got thick.” Josh muttered. “Lemme touch it.” I glared at him but inside something cluttered in my stomach

“Snickers.”

“What about them.”

“Nah that’s you.”

“Yeah all that booty thicker than a snicker.”

“Our snickers.”

“I hate all three of you.”

“No you don’t.” They responded and after that the name stuck

I walked into Joes room tossing my backpack. He chuckled knowing I wasn’t very happy.

“You ok Snickers?”

“Kinda.”

“Wanna talk about it.”

“I’m tired of being a virgin.”

“Oh. Well I mean we’re 15 we’ll you about to be I just turned 16 and I didn’t know you-“

“Bullshit you're my best friend you know I am when the hell have you seen me with a guy let alone you guys won’t let one near me.”

“Cause we hear how they talk about you we ain’t letting some asshole just date you to hit it and tell everyone. They care about all that.” He said pointing at me “and not this.” He said poking a finger into my chest where my heart was

“Will you.”

“Will I what?” He asked looking up from his game

“Take it.”

“Take what?”

“Joe really, ugh this is already weird, take my virginity.” He dropped the controller looking at me like I was crazy.

“What!?”

“Your my best friend why not.”

“Why me why not one of the twins?” He asked confused and it made me nervous maybe I shouldn’t have asked but I couldn’t ask the twins Jon plays to much and Josh, I couldn’t ask Josh even if I wanted too.

“I’m closer to you and Jon plays too much I’ll hear about this the rest of my life if I asked him and you know it and I can’t ask Josh. Joe I only trust you guys, please.”

“Why can’t you ask Josh?”

“I can’t.”

“Snickers.” He said making me look at him. “Oh shit do you like him, like like him like him.”

“Joe.” I whined blushing.

“Oh my god how did I not know and since when.””

“If you tell him I’ll slit your fucking throat.”

“I won’t but you like him.”

“Ugh yeah ok I like Josh”

“Since when?”

“A little while. So I can’t ask him.”

“Why not like wouldn’t that make you wanna ask him more.”

“No because what if he says no or is weird or it changes shit and if he says no it’ll bother me and I don’t wanna catch more feelings if I sleep with him Joe it’ll probably make me like him more and I can’t do that.”

“You sure about this?”

“I’d rather it be someone I trust and am comfortable with and your my best friend.”

“Ok.” I looked up at him shocked he’d said ok he got up as I looked at him.

“Where-“

“I’m not doing this and taking a chance of having a baby we’re kids we don’t need that I’m sure there’s a condom in this house.” Five minutes later he was back and locked his door holding up a foil pack. “Told ya.”

“Shut up.”

“You sure about this Snickers like once we do this you can’t take it back.”

“I’m not stupid I know that.”

“Look of you want I’ll see where uces heads at if he likes you too, then you can ask him.”

“No, cause then if he does I don’t wanna be clueless.”

“ like he’d care like that Snick you got as hell besides I think he’s a virgin too.”

“Joe”

“I’m just making sure, like this is a big step.”

“I’m a big girl.”.Joe gently touched my face lowering his lips to mine as he kissed me. It felt good but also felt weird. Slowly I got into it and we ended up on his bed. I moaned when he kissed around on my neck and he pulled back

“You ok?”

“Um yeah that, that felt good.” He nodded doing it again. We made out a while his hand sliding up my shirt. We slowly undressed as Joe would ask if I was ok or sure.

“Natasha.” I looked at him as he looked down my eyes following his before looking at him. Joe was handsome as hell they all were. “You sure about this?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me if I hurt you.” He kissed me slowly moving as I gasped it felt weird and kinda hurt but also felt good. “You good?” I nodded as he slid all the way as I winced in discomfort. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re good, move.” I replied touching his face.

Most girls I’d heard those first time wasn’t the best and it hurt and while yeah it hurt a little when Joe first started it wasn’t bad. It was different.”

“Wow.”

“What?” I asked.

“You, that,.”

“Joe.”

“What Snickers, ya can’t get shy now not after that.”

“I’m not your just funny.”

“You sure your ok?”

“Yeah Joe you didn’t really hurt me, I mean you got a big dick at least I’m assuming and it hurt a few seconds when you first started but no you didn’t hurt me.”

“Get up I need to change the sheets.”

“Um ok.”

“Snickers you bled a little that’s why I was so scared I hurt you.”

“Joe.” I said touching his face. “You didn’t hurt me, I don’t think you ever will Your my best friend and thank you.”

“Always, I always got you Snickers. One day we’ll make sure you never want for nothin.”

“I know you guys say that all the time.”

“Because it’s true we don’t care where you go what you do who you end up with we got you.”

“I know bear I love you guys too.”

“By the way you really are perfect.”

“Joe.”

“You are,”

JON POV

I looked at my twin like he was crazy, I kno he ain’t really just say that. No Fuckin way

“Snickers?” I asked as he nodded “Snickers our snickers? Natasha? Natasha Aiyana Smith?”

“Yes Jon, damn! Who the hell else you think I’d be talkin bout.”

“Not Natasha not our Snickers that’s for sure.” I replied. I was shocked he liked her like for real for real. “You do know Joe hooked up with her right uce?” He immediately got pissed. Face red and all but as my brother my twin I couldn’t not tell him.

“I hooked up with who?” Joe asked coming in with his bag, staying with us and thank god Snickers wasn’t with him.

“What!?” Josh said glaring out our cousin, and tossing his water. “Always.”

“Dang what I do?” He asked

“You hooked up with Natasha!”

“Um yeah like 6 months ago, she wanted me to take her virginity wanted it to be someone special that she trusted and said those options were me or one of you two.”

“Well uce, uce likes her?”

“What?” Joe asked looking at my twin who was pissed. “Since when?”

“For a while, damn why ain’t she come to me?”

“Because y’all joke too much and she quote loves Jon but ain’t trying to hear his mouth cause he’d never shut up and she didn’t wanna ask you cause she has a Fuckin crush on you and ain’t wanna be weird. Besides she’s known me longer and better she’s legit next door.”

“So y’all like dating?”

“No.” He laughed “that’s like my fucking sister.” He looked at Josh before speaking “why ain’t you say anything no one had a clue and I know she don’t. Otherwise I know she’s had asked you shit I even tried talk her into tellin you.”

“I ain’t think she’d like me like that shit uce we grew up together and now I can’t.”

“Why? She thinks we cute you know that so she probably do like you.”

“Well she ain’t gonna do anything now if she did you done hooked up with her.”

“So what we ain’t dating it didn’t work we work better as friends.if you had said something you’d have taken her virginity dumbass cause when she came to me I found out she likes you that’s why she wouldn’t ask you, she didn’t want you saying no and it being weird and she ain’t wanna catch feelings.”

“But you know Tash man hell people been sayin she fucking all us what she gonna hook up with me and then really feel that way uce. You know her she ain’t about to be what everyone says. Snickers ain’t-“

“Tell her or I will.” Joe said.

“Why she-“

“Do it Josh, trust me. She been feelin you uce.”

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