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Terrible Two | Max Verstappen x Hamilton! Reader

Summary: Lewis hates the idea of Max dating his sister. Not because he's overprotective but because he’s trying to save the younger driver from the insanity of his sister. Or the one where Y/N terrorises the Grid OFF the track and Max terrorises them ON the track.

Warnings: Swearing. Fluff. Not 2021.

Female reader with various faceclaims. Pics found on Pinterest.

Requested by @shelbyteller

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YourUserName just posted

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YourUserName race day with my favourite hamilton (oh, and lewis was there too, i guess) 💚 tagged: roscoelovescoco, lewishamilton

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User 1 i live for the hamilton sibling shade

lewishamilton i miss how peaceful my life was before you were born

→ YourUserName i miss how peaceful my life was before i was born too

→ User2 oof, felt that

roscoelovescoco loves you aunty y/n

→ YourUserName and i love you my sweet boy. i’m already planning my next attempt to kidnap you

→ User3 i love that she wastes no time to pick on lewis but plays along with his roscoe account

→ YourUserName i don’t play when it comes to my fluffy man

User4 miss thing, you are not slick. we all see the red bull in the last slide

→ User5 omg and they were seen chatting outside the space between the two garages earlier

→ User6 she was also seen talking to charles, pierre, valtteri and george but i don’t see any of you linking them together?

→ User7 her and Charles tho

→ User6 ffs 🙄

mercedesamgf1 you and roscoe are also our favourite hamiltons

→ lewishamilton i just can’t catch a break

charles_leclerc thank you for letting me into the garage to see the baby 🐶

maxverstappen1 always nice having you around the paddock

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YourUserName just posted

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YourUserName another weekend, another flex 🏁. also, thank you to @ nike for literally being the reason i get to chase my brother around the world tagged: lewishamilton, georgerussell63

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georgerussell63 will you stop eating my snacks

→ YourUserName no, you don’t need them. your trainer says you’re getting fat

→ georgerussell63 don’t tell lies!

lewishamilton shoes on the bed!!

→ YourUserName they never touched the bed! and they’ve never even touched the ground!

→ YourUserName get off my post!

→ YourUserName go lose some races!

→ lewishamilton just like you’ve lost my love!

→ YourUserName i never wanted it in the first place!

→ roscoelovescoco that hurtses my feelings

→ User8 not lewis using baby roscoe against y/n

charles_leclerc perhaps you could wear red next?

→ landonorris nah mate. papaya all the way

→ maxverstappen1 i think she'd look better in blue

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mercedesamgf1 thank you for being the most entertaining member of the garage

→ georgerussell63 admin, how could you? i thought i was the best 🥺

User9 i'm living for y/n's sponsored post for work literally leads to her terrorising half the grid

→ User10 and the fact that it usually leads to admin and the grid terrorising themselves

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User1 no because the way this woman had him blushing and kicking his feet outside his own garage earlier, he’s smitten

→ User2 omg i saw that, he was fumbling over his words and everything

→ User3 i was in the paddock and no joke, he giggled!

User4 um i highly doubt max is flirting with y/n to mess with lewis, if anything, lewis asked y/n to flirt with max to mess up his game

→ User5 i bet you’re feeling real foolish about this comment now (race day tweet)

→ User6 agreed with user5, if anything the flirting fuelled max because he won with an 8 second lead

User7 no because they would be far too hot for any of us to handle

YourUserName oh look at that, I’m trending again

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YourUserName just posted

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YourUserName thanks for having me @ redbullracing. it was a different perspective of the track, that’s for sure. well done on your 1-2 tagged: maxverstappen1

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mercedesamgf1 but you’re still a traitor 💔

User8 why tf is she in red bull. like could she make her disdain for lewis any more obvious

→ User9 what drugs are you on. the company she works for were invited by red bull and she went as their rep. lewis was seen waving at her from mercedes

→ User10 literally i swear all you lewis girlies look for any chance to hate on his sister like his sister isn’t the light of his life

lewishamilton i missed you

→ User10 you tell 'em, lew

→ YourUserName @ lewishamilton you’re so needy

→ YourUserName but i missed you too

redbullracing our good luck charm

→ georgerussell63 back off. you can’t have her

→ mercedesamgf1 @ georgerussell63 you tell ‘em, boo

maxverstappen1 it was a delight to have you

→ User11 dude you need better rizz than that

charles_leclerc ferrari in the future?

→ lewishamilton no

→ georgerussell63 no

→ mercedesamgf1 no

→ maxverstappen1 no

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danielricciardo i tried getting you to visit me there for years but max comes along and asks ONCE

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→ User12 omg max invited her

→ User13 omg she was there for work

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YourUserName he said he liked my curls so I let him take me for a drive

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yourfriend okay but the hair is looking fire

lewishamilton who’s car is that

lewishamilton where are you

lewishamilton who are you with

lewishamilton I know you’re on your phone. stop ignoring my comments

→ User1 lewis is killing me

→ User2 she’s really making him work up a sweat

yourfriend2 these pics are killing me. salivating

→ yourfriend3 agreed. bark bark woof woof

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User3 okay but doesn’t that look a lot like max’s recent car?

→ lewishamilton show me the evidence

→ User3 omg no way you replied

→ User4 you literally can barely see the car but okay?

maxverstappen1 was he at least a good driver?

→ YourUserName i don’t know. he hit the curb and was a bit on the slow side

→ User5 you ain't slick, sis

landonorris omg you promised you wouldn’t tell anyone about us

→ YourUserName omg but you kept asking me for curl care routines. how could i resist?

alex_albon i mean the curls are nice but i don’t know how he can put up with your personality

→ YourUserName @ lilymhe dump him

→ lilymhe but he’s losing? so i feel like i have to wait until the season is over

→ alex_albon babe!

User1 do they need a third

User2 omg i called it. i called it. i called it

User3 everybody stay FUCKIGN CALM!

User4 okay but the way he holds her when he kisses her 🥹

User5 can somebody check on lewis? i feel he may not be able to handle this

→ User6 i can't handle this. let alone anyone else

User7 omg omg omg

User8 anyone else think these photos are an absolute invasion of privacy? how disgusting

→ User9 oh agreed. we hate that this was done but we're also so happy that they're together

User10 mom and dad

User11 the dream team. one can terrorise the grid OFF the track and one terrorises them ON the track

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YourUserName when bae is thirsty so am i 💦

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User12 is this a hard launch

→ User13 no, i think the paps did that for them

→ maxverstappen1 she had a 10 page document of plans for a soft launch as well

→ User14 um miss y/n, we'll still take those posts please

User15 does this mean we’re going to be getting y/n in the red bull garage from now to on and not Merc :(

→ georgerussell63 we were told we had to have shared custody

→ mercedesedamgf1 toto and christian had to sign a contract

lewishamilton i don’t like this. i'm happy for you but i do not need max verstappen thirst traps all over my feed

→ YourUserName well, i know you much prefer the real thing but you’re not allowed to drool over that anymore

→ lewishamilton how do i disown you?

→ YourUserName i've been asking myself that question for years

danielricciardo woohoo maxie. i wasn't familiar with you like that. she’s far too pretty for you, mate

→ maxverstappen1 i know

User1 not y/n being the thing that makes max active on socials

charles_leclerc it's nice to see the two of you finally together so that max stops talking to me in the cool down room about your beauty

→ maxverstappen1 shut the fuck up.

→ YourUserName @ maxverstappen1 aww you think i’m pretty

→ maxverstappen1 of course I do

landonorris how could you do this to me. i thought we were forever

→ YourUserName we weren’t even for 2 minutes

→ danielricciardo she only likes champions, mate

redbullracing going to need these blown up and out in the garage

→ YourUserName already on it

User2 petition for y/n to become max’s official photographer

→ maxverstappen1 agreed

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YourUserName just posted

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YourUserName just a couple of besties aka my brother wants to steal my boyfriend tagged: maxverstappen1, lewishamilton

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danielricciardo i think you mean MY boyfriend

→ YourUserName max told me your little fling meant nothing to him

→ danielricciardo @ maxverstappen1 you bitch!

→ maxverstappen1 i'm sorry but y/n means more to me than our night together

→ danielricciardo take it back

→ YourUserName your head game just wasn’t that strong

→ lewishamilton @ YourUserName i hate you for making me read that

georgerussell63 why don’t you take pics like this of me with lewis 🥺 i like him more than max does

→ YourUserName @ lewishamilton you’re upsetting all of your boyfriends tonight

→ lewishamilton i hate you

landonorris does this mean you’re free for me to hit you up

→ maxverstappen1 watch your back on the track

→ redbullracing @ maxverstappen1 christian said you’re not allowed to say that online anymore

→ maxverstappen1 for legal purposes, my previous comment was a joke

maxverstappen1 you’re the only Hamilton for me, schatje

→ YourUserName love you baby

→ maxverstappen1 love you too 💕

→ charles_leclerc @ maxverstappen1 i miss when you loved me

mercedesamgf1 please stop posting these. you’re making the rest of the grid jealous

mclaren please stop upsetting the grid by revealing their affairs. now they’re all crying

williamsracing @ YourUserName for the sake of the race, please stop stealing max from his boyfriends. they can’t drive through their tears

redbullracing we need more content like this, please. if the other drivers are too heartsick, there’s nothing standing in our way

→ redbullracing for legal reasons, this is a joke

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blackcatsnstrawberries · 3 days

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Hello, fellow Elriel!

This is your Elriel Month fic exchange announcement. Remember to not post this Ask until the days of your prompt (feel free to post your fic directly to this ask).

Gifting: @theanonymousopossum

Prompt: Choice

Tropes: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, HEA,

Send @elriel-month an ask if you have any questions. Can’t wait to read it! 🦇🌹

A Choice That Binds Us

Elriel Month 2024

A companion to: A Love That Chose Us

Elain has made her choice and she has chosen a love that trumps even a mating bond. Secure and determined in her decision, she embarks on a Fae mating ritual, making her mate a meal. With careful passion, love in her heart, and excitement for the years to come, Elain spends her day cooking the perfect meal. The only problem? When the sun has set and everything is ready, her mate is no where to be seen.

Word Count: 2337

Gifting: @theanonymousopossum (enjoy friend!)

Thanks @elriel-month for organizing this and putting it together

If you want to read the spicy version of this story, check it out on my A03 page.

P.S. Come back tomorrow for a surprise.

A Choice That Binds Us

I sat in the River House’s living room on one of the plush couches. My sister, Feyre, was sitting beside me, brows furrowed in worry as she watched me with weary eyes. “And you’re sure?” Feyre asked again, as though there had even been a choice in the matter.

I nodded my head once. “I am.”

“You never have to explain your choices to me, or Rhys, but there could be a lot of pushback from this. Especially from the Autumn Court.”

I cringed outwardly. Yes, I was technically mated to Lucien, but what if the cauldron was wrong? What if I was meant to be mates with someone else? Or what if, somehow, I had two mates?

Whatever the case may be, I knew in my heart that I loved Azriel, and that he felt the same way about me.

Feyre continued. “He is not a bad male you know. He just feels strongly about the traditions of the Fae lands.”

I knew that out of obligation Lucien tried to make our mating bond work, but my feelings for Azriel were stronger than the mating bond? “I know Lucien meant no harm, but I feel the way I feel and I refuse to let someone make another choice for me.” I stared straight at my sister. High Queen or not, neither Feyre nor Rhysand could tell me how to feel or who to love. Bonds be damned.

Feyre’s face softened and she reached out and gently took my hand. “I am happy for you. For both of you. And I wish you a blessed bond.”

Tears stung my eyes. Tears because though I did not need Feyre’s approval, having it meant a lot to me. It meant that Feyre would be on our side if Rhysand was against our bond. It meant that my sister finally saw the happiness that had eluded me for so long. That I was finally making a choice about my own life, not having it planned out for me.

“Where is Azriel? I haven’t seen him since this morning.” Feyre asked.

I pursed my lips. “He wanted to tell Rhys about the bond. They went out to the cabin with Cassian to talk.”

“I hope they’re able to be civilized…” Feyre and I exchanged a quick glance before we burst out into laughter. Both of our mates were stubborn and would not back down from the other. Poor Cassian would probably end up mediating their conversation, or fight.

I had a plan for when Azriel returned from the cabin. My sisters had told me that in Fae traditions, when a mate makes a meal it symbolizes connection, love and intimacy. I had an idea of making a meal for Azriel, though our bond was chosen, I knew he would appreciate the continuation of the Fae tradition.

“Does the meal have to be anything…special?” I asked.

Feyre laughed. “Absolutely not! I heated up old soup for Rhys, and Nesta made Cassian potatoes and chicken. Azriel is so polite, you could put stale bread on a plate and he would tell you it was the best meal he’s ever had.”

We stayed together for a while longer before Nyx woke up from his nap. I bid my sister goodbye before heading out into Velaris, where I would pick up the ingredients needed to make Azriel a perfect meal.

The sun was shining down on the city, vendors were out selling their trinkets and art. I stopped by the butcher and got some beef, but I was going to pick the potatoes and carrots from my garden at the Townhouse. It wasn’t a difficult meal to make, but a homemade stew and a fresh loaf of bread was hearty and warm after a long day at the cabin.

When I arrived at the Townhouse, groceries in hand, I quickly got to work in the kitchen. First, I seasoned and cut the meat before searing it on a high heat in a cast iron cauldron. Next I added spices before pouring in water and aromatics. Tossing in onion, garlic and a bay leaf, I put the lid on the cauldron and let it simmer.

The kitchen smelled amazing, inviting and warm, but my work was still not done and I wanted this meal to be perfect for my mate. Even thinking about Azriel in that way made my heart flutter. It felt right.

As the stew simmered, I got to work on the bread. I had already made the dough that morning in preparation, leaving it to rise under a moist cloth before I left to talk to Feyre.

I poured the dough onto the floured table and began kneading it. I loved the feeling of working with my hands, kneading the dough over and over as flour coated my apron and dough stuck to my fingers.

When the dough was ready, I put it in a cast iron pot and covered it with a lid, placing it in the kitchen's fireplace to bake slowly beside the simmering stew.

Using my wrist, I wiped the sweat from my brow and looked out the window. The sun was beginning to set. I wondered when Azriel would return from the cabin, surely it would not take all day to tell Rhys our decision?

I pushed those thoughts out of my head and cleaned up the kitchen, humming as I did. When I was done, the sun was low enough now that the sky was a brilliant hue of orange and Azriel still had not returned from the cabin.

I bit my lip and looked more closely out the window, hoping to see him flying towards the house. We had made a plan to meet here when he was done talking to Rhys, no matter what happened. Where was he?

I shook my head. Nothing could have happened to him, he was with his brothers and no matter how angry Rhys may have been, he wouldn’t have hurt Azriel. Not too badly anyway. Illyrian males have been known to throw a punch or two to blow off steam.

I carefully rotated the bread and stirred the stew, adding the chopped carrots and potatoes before quickly heading to my bedroom to freshen up. I knew that Nuala and Cerridwen would keep an eye on the dinner; I had told them the night before about the plan. My friends were excited for me and offered to help in any way they could.

I let my hair flow down to my waist, brushing it through before wearing a light pink gossamer gown with flowers embroidered in the lace. I re-touched the light pink paint I wore on my lips. A memory came back of the same pink paint leaving telltale traces on Azriel’s own lips after we passionately kissed secretly in the River House kitchen.

By the time we had returned to the Townhouse that night, the pink stain had completely rubbed off before we even made it to the bedroom.

Checking my reflection once more, I hurried to the kitchen. One of the wraiths had removed the bread from the oven, placing it to cool by the window. I stirred and tested the stew still simmering, adding a pinch more of thyme and salt before going back to check the skies.

The sun was gone now, the stars were coming out and Azriel still had not arrived.

Azriel would not keep me waiting like this, something had to be wrong. Something had to have happened. I felt my heart begin to race as my mind went to dark places.

Could I go to the River House and ask Rhys what happened? Had he even returned from the cabin, or was he missing as well?

I was about to grab my shawl when the front door to the Townhouse opened, gentle footsteps quickly walking through the house to the kitchen.

Azriel stood before me, eyes wide and almost frantic as his shoulders sagged in relief when he saw me. “I’m sorry.” He said, eyes downcast quickly.

I took a step forward, eyes tracing every inch of him. His hair was in disarray, his face had a slight sheen of sweat and a smear of dirt across his forehead. His fighting leathers weren’t in much better shape, there was even mud caked on his knees. In his hands, he held several long thorn covered stems, bulbs and roots still attached to the bottom and a dark purple rose on the top. His hands were cut, almost shredded, and bleeding.

I gasped and covered my mouth with my hands. “What happened?”

“I was trying to get you these.” He mumbled.

Azriel placed the roses on the table as I grabbed a tea towel and closed the gap between us, wrapping up his bleeding and dirt covered hands, trying to stop the blood flow.

I frowned. “Did you…did you dig them up?”

Azriel’s mouth twitched into a slight, lopsided grin. “When I returned from the cabin, I wanted to bring you flowers, but none were good enough. I was told the Night Rose was in bloom so I winnowed to the mountain to pick you some.”

I smiled and squeezed his hands tighter. “You’re so thoughtful. But, uh…what happened?” Based on his appearance, it was not as simple as cutting some stems.

Azriel continued. “When I saw the roses, I thought they would look better in your garden. In our garden. Instead of cutting them, I dug down to the bulb and propagated some. It was much more challenging than I anticipated.”

Azriel shifted uncomfortably on his feet, as though he was unsure what my reaction would be. I felt tears filling my eyes again, and I gently let go of his hands, throwing my arms around his neck and kissing him deeply, my pink lip stain once again rubbed off onto his lips.

I felt him flinch, as though he wasn’t expecting the reaction. Slowly, his own arms wrapped around my waist, keeping his bloodied hands away from my gown.

Our mouths parted and I rested my head on his muddy leathers, breathing in his scent. I could feel the steady beat of his heart in his chest. The sound made me feel comfortable, safe, and loved. His arms squeezed tighter around my waist.

I pulled away, taking his hands again and examining them. “Let's get you cleaned up before we eat.”

We went into my bedroom, ours now, and I ran the bath for him. While the tub was filling with hot water, I helped him remove his mud covered leathers. He was naked in front of me now, still with mud on his face. We both laughed at how ridiculous the scene was.

Azriel climbed into the bath, leaning against the side. “There’s room for two you know.” His voice a deep timber.

I smiled and undid my dress, letting it fall around my feet before doing the same with my undergarments. He held my hand as I stepped into the bath, the warmth of water removed any trace of exhaustion my day in the kitchen had left me.

I grabbed a bar of soap and took Azriel’s hands, new red scars lining them. I gently massaged the soap into them, removing any last trace of blood and dirt. When his hands were cleaned, I felt them on my waist and he pulled me closer. My bare chest was pressed up against his.

I took a cloth and gently began cleaning the mud, blood and dirt off his body. His hands moved from my waist to my thighs, eventually cupping my face as his thumb gently caressed my cheek.

When all traces of his day were removed, his lips found mine, the pink paint long wiped away from the steam. I ran my hands through his wet hair and he pulled me closer to him.

We left the bath when our bodies started to prune, though I could have stayed there all night with him. He grabbed a silk robe for me from the bedroom, draping it around my shoulders before pulling on a pair of soft trousers himself.

On my tip toes, I kissed him on the cheek before whispering in his ear. “I have something for you in the kitchen.”

I took Azriel’s hand and led him to the kitchen, and towards a chair at the table. I brought over the bread and cut several pieces before spooning the stew into a bowl and setting it in front of him.

“The potatoes and carrots may be overdone by now, but it should still taste okay.” I said softly.

Azriel stared at the bowl for a moment before his hazel eyes met mine, they were shining with the moonlight and a smile was broad on his face. “It’s perfect.” He took a single bite before standing up and guiding me to a seat, and filling a bowl for me. When my meal was in front of me, we ate together, laughing and filling each other in about our days.

We stayed long into the night, the sun beginning to rise as we cleaned the pots and finished the last piece of bread. Azriel carried me up to our room and gently laid me down on the bed, using his scarred hands to slowly remove my silk robe as my own traced the hard lines of his chest.

Our bodies intertwined as the world woke around us. His mouth upon mine and all over my body, lingering longer in places where his tongue did things that made me moan and my body quiver.

We lay next to each other under the covers, my head leaning on his chest and his arm around my shoulders.I breathed in his scent and listened to his steady heart beat as he slept soundly.

I gently pushed a lock of hair out of his face before cuddling back into him and closing my eyes, knowing that our true love could trump even a mating bond.

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whataboutthefish · 3 days

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Dream Baby

Written for the @harringrovemicrofic challenge 3

The prompt is Green and the word count goal is 914

Rating - General audiences Pairing Steve Harrington/Billy Hargrove Tags - Pregnancy, Surrogate, Steve cries a lot, Max is the best sister, Fluff Word count - 914 Link to Ao3 here

What had started as a drunken comment one Sunday afternoon at their monthly BBQ had turned into something far more serious. Sure Steve had cried when he finally let it all out, how much he wanted a child, how overwhelming the options were. The idea of finding a surrogate was so hard and so many factors had to be considered.

Would the mother be healthy? Could they share the pregnancy with them, be there for some of the firsts? It all led to a very emotional and somewhat drunk Steve, and Billy doing all he could to console his husband.

None of them had noticed the way Max’s brow furrowed and the look she gave Lucas as Steve took another beer which Billy swiftly removed from his hand and passed surreptitiously behind his back to Robin.

The day Max came to them with her plan Steve and Billy both cried. She’d worked it all out in a way that wasn’t pushy but certainly made Steve’s heart swell with joy and a look of pride come over Billy’s face even when he pulled her into a noogie until she was swearing and landing some pretty hard elbows to Billy’s gut.

The plan was simple, since she was Billy’s sister they were going to use Steve’s sperm so the baby would look like both of them. When Billy pointed out that they weren’t even related like that everyone in the room turned and gave him the stink eye. Steve even got his ‘I mean business’ hands on his hips.

It turned out to be fairly simple from there on. Steve had been keeping a log of her cycle, which Max grumbled at him for because, “Steve, it’s just weird alright. You shouldn't know more about all that stuff than me.” But it was worthwhile when Max got pregnant on their first try

However the bickering was part of what made Max, Max and Steve wouldn’t have her any other way. When he talked to Lucas he was informed it had only made her more scary to live with and he thanked Steve. Damn man loved Max’s sass as much as they did, possibly more.

Steve and Billy watched as their child grew inside of Max. Steve couldn’t keep his hands off the bump and bawled his eyes out when he felt their sweet one kick. They became insufferable in the late stages of the pregnancy. But Max rolled with it, taking advantage of the two men that would bend over backwards for her. And besides, Billy gave a mean foot massage.

Max went into labor at 3am on a Tuesday morning. She was staying with Steve and Billy so they heard her swear like a sailor. Billy rushed to her side while Steve grabbed their go bag and ran to the car. It was Max that had to remind them that the contractions weren't close enough to go to the hospital yet.

When the time came Steve had to lay a gentle hand on Billy’s knee to stop him from speeding. By the time they were in the birthing suite they started to really annoy the crap out of Max.

"I might be about to push a melon out my vag for you, but I am not an invalid. I can get my own ice chips, Billy."

Steve learned the hard way not to touch her just yet. The midwife explained that she would need them closer to delivery, but right now would be a good time to keep your distance. She smiled in a way that spoke of how many times she’d seen this.

The labor was long and hard. The nurse was right, by the end Max was clasping Billy's hand so hard he was gritting his teeth, while Steve rubbed circles over her back and felt entirely useless. Steve was guided to watch as the baby’s head emerged and for a startling minute Steve thought the midwife was going to pull it off, before the shoulders came through.

It was all a rush after that.

"It's a girl." The midwife announced.

Steve could barely see for all the tears in his eyes, he reached out to grab Billy's hand as the midwife held the umbilical cord up and offered Billy the scissors to cut. Then the baby was passed into Max’s arms. Her hair was sweat soaked to her skin and she looked like she’d run two marathons but her smile was so wide it split her face.

Billy and Steve stood each side of Max as they hugged each other tight, laughing and crying at the rush of emotion.

Once the baby had been weighed and all the checks were done she was brought back to them. Billy took their little girl in his arms first, his shirt removed as he basked in the skin to skin contact. "You're the most beautiful girl in the world." Billy cooed.

Steve was going to cry again. Watching his husband with their baby was overwhelming and his heart couldn't get fuller.

The baby had a shock of red hair, her daddy's nose and Steve's lips. the perfect little mix of them all. When she opened her eyes they were a startling green.

“She looks just like you, shit bird.” Billy teased.

Steve nudged Billy in the side, taking their daughter into his arms, holding her against his bare chest. "I think Birdie works better," he said, turning her to face the others.

"After Aunty Max."

#harringrovemicrofic #harringrovemicrofic3 #Harringrove #Stranger things #pregnancy #fluff #steve harrington #Billy hargrove #max mayfield

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paula-of-christ · 2 days

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Still kinda upset about yesterday tbh

My BIL was asking yesterday while we were on the phone with him and my SIL (husbands sister). And even after my husband was like 'oh its a difficult topic for us, and our religion doesn't allow the use of birth control' my BIL was like doubling down on it, basically like we weren't trying hard enough, because HE wants his kids to be close in age with ours. (As if we can control something like that. But they live in Mormon country so they have messed up ideas about the soul and kids.)

He also seemed to think trying for 4 months was a 'really long time' and couldn't understand how we got married 9 months ago and weren't pregnant yet. Sorry bud, but I don't know you well enough to get into how I've had a total of 4 periods since I got married because my hormones are fucked up, and that's more than I had in the entire *year* before that. I've met you one time and you weren't the most pleasant to be around, stop acting like we just aren't having sex right or whatever nonsense is going on in your brain.

Then my husband had been telling me that one of the guys he altar serves with was asking what our plans were for mothers day. And when hubby told him, he was like 'oh not doing anything for your wife?' Like.... no, we JUST got married, and we are having problems with it. And then he was like 'oh ill pray for the two of you'. Just. Bleh. It's none of your business why others aren't having kids, so stop fucking asking.

#just bah #its so frustrating

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cottonlemonade · 17 hours

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*taps foot* could i get a medium mocha latte to go w makki

Red String Of Fate

word count: 585 || avg. reading time: 2 mins.

pairing: post-time skip Makki x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff with extra cheese

warnings: spoilers

synopsis: celebrating an anniversary with your boyfriend

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Makki dreaded your anniversary. Not because he didn’t want to show you off at any given chance but because he was embarrassed that for this year he was unable to pull his usual lavish extravaganza of gifts, fancy dinner and dancing that he went for in the past.

He lay on the couch in your shared apartment, staring at the ceiling as he absent-mindedly turned the little blue velvet box over and over in his fingers. Originally, he wanted to propose to you next week - he had planned it out for months but under no circumstances did he want to bind you to a jobless loser with no prospects. Sure, he waited for replies on countless resumes he sent out but if he learned anything between spring and summer it was that he did not interview well. He opened the little box to look at the ring he picked. It glinted promisingly in the sunlight shining through the large window of the living room. You had joked about how you wouldn’t mind if he would run the household while you went out kicking butt at your job and provide for them both. And Makki knew from years of watching his mom dedicated to her three children, husband and household that this was just as hard as any other job out there but he wanted to be able to offer you even more. He wanted to marry you and be a partner you could be proud of. As proud as he was of you. Snapping the box shut again he sighed.

The following Monday you came home with a big box of cream puffs and a bouquet of flowers. Makki laughed and happily accepted both with a kiss, leading you to the kitchen where he had tried to come up with the best meal on a budget.

“What happened to our living room?”, you asked, once you cleared the remnants of a delicious meal and finished off dessert.

“I just moved some stuff around.”, Makki shrugged and blushed slightly when he added, “Thought we could… at least dance at home.”

Your eyes lit up. “I’d love to!”

Turning up the music from the speaker he offered you his hand. Leading you to the free space between TV and couch, he twirled you around before you rested your head against his chest, turning slowly on the spot.

“This was a perfect anniversary.”, you said, nuzzling closer into his shirt and he closed his arms around your soft form, kissing the top of your head.

“It’s not over yet.”

You looked up and grinned, a suggestive eyebrow raised.

Your boyfriend chuckled, “That too, but first… this.”

He reached into his pocket and produced a small flat paper box he had obviously folded by hand.

Inside lay two bracelets braided with red string. They looked like the woven friendship bracelets you and your friends had eagerly exchanged in middle school.

“They are so pretty, babe.”, you said earnestly.

Makki let out a sigh of relief and helped you put yours on before you did the same for him.

“I know it’s not much but-”

“Shush! They’re lovely. And so thoughtful! - Did you call your sisters to ask them for help?”, you couldn’t help but tease.

“I may have done.”, he admitted and kissed you again, “Just so you know, if you’ll have me, I fully intend on marrying you as soon as I’m back on my feet.”

Beaming from ear to ear you met his eyes, “Can’t wait.”

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a/n: you muppet xD I laid on the cheese extra thick for you 😂

#sunnys cozy cafe #hanamaki x chubby reader #haikyuu x chubby reader #chubby reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #hanamaki x reader #haikyuu hanamaki #hq hanamaki #hanamaki takahiro #makki x chubby reader #hq makki #haikyuu makki #makki fluff #makki x reader

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feyhunter78 · 2 days

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Chapter Eight - Jon's true parentage comes to light and King's Landing comes under attack.

Jon reads the letter, again and again, looking up at you, who has your hands clasped in front of you, and Lord Tyrion who waits patiently.

“I am a Dayne?” He asks, unable to believe the words written in his father’s handwriting.

“Jon Dayne, the only living child of Arthur Dayne and Lyanna Stark, third in line to the seat of Starfell behind your cousin Edric, a boy of four and ten, and your father” Tyrion reiterates.

Jon shakes his head, he is a Stark, Ned Stark’s bastard, he cannot be a Dayne. “No, I cannot be, it is a mistake.”

You bite your lip and step forward reaching for him. “Jon…”

“It is true, we could send you to Dorne to ask your aunt herself. Tyrion says, jerking his head towards the door.

Jon folds the letter and shoves it in his pocket. “I cannot simply flee to Dorne, not while my father and sister are still in danger.”

You take another step towards him, but your father holds you back.

“That is why you must act in accordance with our plan, a marriage must take place. A Tyrell women must be made queen.”

Jon looks at him, cold fear filling his chest. Remembering how you looked when you opened the door to your father’s solar and bid him to enter. Your eyes were red and puffy, tear tracks down your cheeks. He does not want to marry a Tyrell; he wants to marry you. “I will not marry a Tyrell, I will not marry for the throne, I have no claim to it.”

Finally, your father allows you to go to him and you take his hand. “You do not have to, Robb will marry the Tyrell, he will be king.”

There is a newfound confidence blooming in him, and he takes your hand, the one already holding his and presses it to his lips, letting it linger, his eyes meeting yours burning with a new heat. “I shall do as my lady commands.”

The flustered expression that flits across your face delights him, and he turns your hand over to press his lips to your palm, then your inner wrist, directly over your pulse point.

Tyrion coughs sharply. “No one else in the Keep besides us and Lord Varys knows of your true identity, and it must remain that way. You are still a bastard in the eyes of the court, your actions must reflect that.”

You reluctantly break away from Jon. “But away from the eyes of the court?”

Tyrion sighs heavily. “Dayne, do you wish to court my daughter?”

Gods yes. Jon thinks, all his dreams that he had squashed down and locked away coming to the forefront of his mind. “Yes, I do.”

“Fine, I will allow it, provided you two do not ruin everything that is in the works. The weight of this plan is indescribable, the secrecy needed indefinable. All those fanciful dreams I can all but see running through your head can be crushed with one small mistake.”

It is not as if it is torture to act as he once did, to stand so close and yet so far from you, unable to take your hand or call you by your name, but it is torture not being able to comfort you.

You sob as you watch Myrcella depart for Dorne, Tommen himself shedding tears, only Joffrey does not cry. He sneers at you and Tommen, and Jon has the strong desire to break the boy-king’s jaw.

Then come the riots, chaos breaks out, Joffrey is yelling, the smallfolk are starving, but Jon is prepared, he has lost sight of you in a crowd before, and he will not suffer that again. He scoops you from your horse and onto his own, riding hard for the Keep, leaving behind all else, his arm iron around your waist, keeping you close until his horse comes to a skidding stop within the Keep.

You hide your laughter in his cloak when your father kicks Joffrey, yelling at him for his foolishness, but your laughter dies when reports of Fleabottom in flames roll in. Water wagons are dispatched by your father’s order, and Jon dismounts, helping you down from his horse, escorting you inside.

Then comes the Battle of Blackwater, bloody, endless screams, armies from all other the central lands crashing, explosions of wildfire lighting up the bay, the green flash seen hrough the windows of the Keep. You keep pace with Jon as you run towards the Queen’s Ballroom with the others remaining in the Red Keep.

His heart is in his throat as he begins to recognize the scene. His steps no longer meld with the others but squelch. The banners bleed, and though the door to the Queen’s Ballroom is wide open, he can see it there, half cracked, the scent of flesh, of blood seeping into his skin. He halts, grabbing your wrist and guiding you the other way, ignoring your questions until the halls are empty, and he throws you over his shoulder as he did the day his father—Lord Stark had nearly lost his head.

You protest, banging on his back with your fists, demanding answers, but he cannot get his jaw to work, his tongue too heavy to lift, his lips unable to form words.

“Jon, put me down, we are going the wrong way, are you mad?” You yell, fear tinging your voice.

He must keep you safe, he must, he cannot shake the vision, you are wearing the same dress, the same cosmetics, your hair styled the same way as in his dream, he should have known, he should have known.

Jon rips a ribbon from your gown and throws it over a nearby sconce hoping Tyrion will notice it and not follow the others to their deaths in the Queen’s Ballroom. He counts the stones on the wall until he finds the twenty-ninth one, pushing it in he glances down the hall slipping in through the opening that appears.

You are quiet now, no longer fighting him as he carefully picks his way through the tunnels, listening for the sounds of battle. Finally, he comes to a fork in the path taking the left branch and setting you down once he had walked a good distance. If he were to look out though the cracks in the stone, he would be able to see the Godswood. Jon prays the soldiers who attempt to break in will ignore this sacred place and go straight for the holdfast.

“How did you know there was a tunnel there?” You ask glancing around the darkened tunnel.

“Theon found them, he told me about them, said if we ever needed to take Sansa and run, we should go this way.” He explains, leaning against the stone wall, arms crossed over his chest.

“There are secret tunnels that go to the Godswood. I knew about some of the others, but not these.” You say, running your fingers along the rough-hewn stone. “So, if we keep going, we will be outside the Keep?”

He nods. “But we are not leaving the Keep, it is too dangerous.”

“I am aware of that Jon, that is why we were supposed to barricade ourselves in the holdfast.”

“No.” Jon says, his voice stern, sterner than it has ever been towards you in his years of knowing you.

Shock flickers in your eyes, he has always been good at reading you, others could never read your true emotions but for him? You were an open book; one he would never tire of reading.

You place your hands on your hips, lifting your chin imperiously, your eyes like jade in the shadows of the tunnel. “No? Why not?”

“If Stannis’ men breech the walls, they will go there first.” He explains, frustration building in his body, why can you not just listen?

“The holdfast is practically impenetrable, especially when the drawbridge is pulled up, which it is.” You say, leaning closer at the end of your sentence as if to put emphasis on your words.

Jon breathes out a harsh sigh, your screams echoing in his mind, he has not had that nightmare in years, but now he cannot stop seeing it. “No one knows we are here y/n; it is safer.”

Another step, you are practically nose to nose with him. “What if someone else were to know about this tunnel, what then? There is barely enough room for the two of us, how will you swing your sword?”

Shouts cut off your words and Jon grabs you, pulling you to his chest, his hand over your mouth. He can hear your heartbeat, or perhaps it is his, your chest brushes against his as you breathe, and he can feel every inch of your body against his own.

The shouts pass, he relaxes and releases you, attempting to banish the impure thoughts from his mind. Yes, he is courting you, but that does not give him leave to act on his baser instincts.

“We would not have to fear being heard if we were in the ballroom.” You grumble.

He often finds your stubbornness charming, the angry pout on your lips when you are denied what you want, he finds most endearing. You are spoiled, even more than Sansa, your father rarely says no to you, and it is only by the gods’ own hands that you are not a worse version of Joffrey.

Though Jon cannot deny, he enjoys your spoiled attitude, enjoys the way you turn to him the moment you are told no. Tommen does not want to ride horses with you? Jon does. Your father refuses to accompany you to Fleabottom so you can buy more embroidery thread? Jon will go, and he will carry all your purchases. A fool from House Royce refuses to dance with you once he learned who your father was? Jon is a wonderful dancer; and he will not relinquish your hand until it is demanded.

But now it is less charming and more…enticing. You look up at him with such stubbornness, your lips in that adorable pout, your hands on your hips inadvertently pushing your breasts out. He finds his restraint has gone.

“Gods will you shut up?” He hisses, grabbing your face and crashing his lips to yours.

You freeze for a moment, then melt into him, your arms looping around his neck, fingers tangling in his curls, as your lips meld with his.

“Is this all it took, My Lady? A kiss? Perhaps I should have kissed you ages ago.” He purrs, his lips a hairsbreadth from yours, brushing against them with every word.

“Oh…” You breathe out, your grip on his hair tightening.

“My lovely lady, my lioness, my stubborn girl.” He presses each term of endearment into your skin, saving his newest one, born from the freshly acquired knowledge of his parentage, for last. “My starlight.”

Your lips meet once more, and you part yours for him, whimpering when his tongue strokes yours, a movement he had heard Robb and Theon speak of.

Jon had not believed it to be true, the reaction they said it invoked, but your response sparks a desperation within him. He must hear that sound again. So, he repeats it, tip of his tongue dragging across yours, coaxing it into his mouth and sucking lightly.

“Oh gods, Jon, I—” Your words are muffled as you refuse to fully pull away from him, voice higher pitched and breathless.

Liquid heat boils just under his skin, one hand leaving your face to grab your hips and pull you impossibly closer. “Anything, y/n, ask it of me, I am sworn to you, I will do whatever it takes to grant your heart’s desire.”

You whimper once more at his words, and the sound strikes through him like lightning. The scent of jasmine, your soft lips, soft skin, the taste of honey from your morning meal, he could devour you, a beast he is for his thoughts, for how easy it would be to pick you up and have his way with you. You are already sworn to each other, good as betrothed, would it truly be such a crime…?

Bastard. The word is like an arrow to the chest, and he pushes you away, guilt replacing the heat beneath his skin.

“Jon? Are you alright?” You ask, going to cup his cheek.

He stops you. “I—I cannot, we cannot. We are not wed; I will not dishonor you.”

You look put out, blinking rapidly at him, and then slowly nodding. “I understand.”

Jon sags against the wall, rolling his head back, praying for strength when he hears you sniffling. His head shoots up, just in time to see you wipe away your tears. Truly you are spoiled. He reaches for you, brushing his lips across your forehead with a fond smile. “Y/N, do not cry, soon we will be wed, we must allow the pieces to fall into place, remember?”

“You will fall in love with Margaery.” You whisper, hiding your face in his leather breastplate.

He laughs, the sound echoing off the stone walls. “How? How when my heart is within those claws of yours? When I see no reason to remove it?”

“She is perfect, the tales of her beauty, her grace, her intelligence, her dutifulness, she would make an excellent wife.”

“Aye, an excellent wife for Robb, she will win his heart with a few words I am sure of it, but there is no heart of mine for her to win. It is as I said, my heart is yours, willingly given. I do not want it back, nor do I wish to give it to another.”

You turn your face up towards him, the living embodiment of perfection, your hair framing your face, your lips kiss swollen, your eyes the dark green of Winterfell’s forests. “Swear it.”

He clicks his tongue in faux disappointment. Here in the shadows he is bold, intoxicated by your raw and bleeding desire for him. If his heart is within your claws then surely your own heart sits within his maw, fragile and beating. “To think I have served you so faithfully and still you doubt me.”

“Swear it.” You half demand, half plead, your heart between his teeth beating faster, trembling in his toothy grasp.

He cups your face, resting his forehead against your own. “I swear it, and may the gods strike me down if I break my oath, if my heart strays from you.”

He feels your relieved exhale more than he hears it, and he lingers, thumbs caressing the soft skin of your cheeks.

“I swear it too.” You say softly, your hand coming to rest on his chest, heat burning through his breastplate, warming his chest. He hopes you leave a handprint, hopes you burn your mark into his skin, leave a remainder of your presence that cannot be taken from him.

TL: @mostclevermiss, @solacestyles, @2valentines, @sharknutz, @idohknow, @bdudette, @pluraldoggo

#meg's writing #that Stark rizz coming into play #finally I let them kiss #jon snow x reader #jon snow x y/n #jon snow x you #jon snow imagine #jon snow imagines #jon snow #lannister!reader

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sleevebuscemii · 5 months

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should i start a fight with my best friend 🙃

#im coming back home from the holidays for like a week and a fucking half and somehow we’re just not gonna have time to see each other??#‘if our schedules dont work babe they dont work’ as in like a ‘dont worry about seeing little ol’ me!’ way but also like. fuck off.#am i the only one who wants us to see each other?#you can’t rearrange some plans with anyone that you have 24 hour access to for your best friend who you see like 5 times a year?#’i have plans with my sister’ your sister that you LIVE WITH??#like. maybe it’s unreasonable for me to expect her to change her plans but not for me to change mine but actually no its not unreasonable #because IM the one who’s visiting like. i have a billion ppl i have to see in this week and a half because im not going to be here after.#YOU live here. you can literally see these ppl and do these things whenever.#but if i say any of this then what. we fight and i dont see her at all??#and also like.. im not gonna ask you to want to spend time with me please and thank you!!#long distance fucking SUCKS #m

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coffincoitus · 2 months

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we're not completely "divorced" btw. we still live together 3 days a week and will most likely go back to living together full time immediately after I finish this degree. it's a nice "test drive" tho for when we eventually go our separate ways

#the only reason i even want us to live apart eventually is bc i want Wife one day lol #if it weren't for that I'd just plan the rest of my life around her tbh #but alas you cant have your sister and eat a wife too or whatever the saying is

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salsflore · 1 year

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ummmm

#oh mika there is beauty in life~ look at your future! everything will be worth it in the end~#my favorite image on this device btw ^#cw negative #cw vent #you know where this is going. apologies my mind is a mess and i really just need to get it out because i find its better than-#-writing a semi formal email to that One (1) emotional support organization and i’m afraid to make a call so #but i just genuinely believe things would be better off if i weren’t alive. a bit of a silly thing to jump to i know but #my tuition fees aren't cheap and i'm not even that great of a student or a daughter or a sister and i-#-have no talents or remarkable feats. i’m not impressive in any way. and i hate hearing shit about how ^_^ its okay! we all have something-#-special about ourselves! for example maybe you have really good hand writing and thats good enough ~ but that doesn't work for me because-#-i have nothing. my handwriting isn't good my singing isn't good i'm not artistically gifted i don't have some random affinity for puzzles-#-i'm not charming or somehow really good at calculation or super creative or a really comforting friend i really have nothing at all #i don’t want to die. i have no plans on doing that sort of thing anytime soon— don’t misunderstand me #i just wholeheartedly believe i don’t deserve to be here anymore not because i’m not loved. i just can’t stand myself and my teenage years-#-feel so long and i'm so fragile how much longer do i have to tolerate. i'm contributing nothing. why should my family have to feed and-#-clothe a burden like me who provides nothing. why should my friends care for someone like me. i’m not really that funny or sweet or great-#-with advice giving or pretty or helpful in any way. why is it that life is genuinely easier for others. what did i do? what can i do?#how much longer must i tolerate this? would you believe me if i said i really did try to change my mindset this time?#i have no one in real life to talk to. therapists are pricey and i don’t think mine was helping me in any way anyways. she was nice though #so every night i sleep hoping i wake up somewhere else. somewhere where i'm happier and i can live all my silly fantasies where i'm a fun-#-and lovely person who has everything she wants and nothing goes wrong ever!!#how much longer must i hang onto the little things. i’m in such an exruciating amount of pain that i want to kill myself without dying? lol #everyone repeats the same stuff. get bit #i can't rely on the joy of having coffee every morning or persevere for the sake of seeing cute cats on insta. nothing will ease the burden

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whimsycore · 1 year

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I have been paying bills and paying for groceries every month since I’ve been home. I regularly help my mother out and don’t mind it. Why did this woman just call her family on speaker to say “well she’s not moving out anytime soon” and the relative busted out laughing like. What really kills me is how y’all will play in the faces of people you actually need.

#my job doesn’t even pay that much but like I’m not someone who brings up money like this #like if I live at home I don’t mind helping out but like. the audacity #we’re moving this year so I can go to grad school she might not realize it but #I’ve had a plan for this since 2021 and have been looking forward to moving on campus because this is what I mean #like why are you laughing at your daughter whose paying your bills for living at home and you know how bad the economy is #i literally could’ve begged my sister to live with her (I have to think abt moving my cat) but like. I’m focusing on her bills that she’s #constantly saying she can’t afford and she’s laughing in my face like. this is….

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littlepetbee · 1 year

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#people keep going on about how ~generous it is that my BIL lets me and my sister live in the house with him and his wife aka my other sister #and it's so hard not to be like 'UM IT'S MY DAMN HOUSE'#because um it's my damn house #me and my sisters have been planning to move out together for years...we just had to wait until we could swing it financially #and my sister is the one that bought the house and specifically got one with rooms for us #BECAUSE UM. IT'S MY DAMN HOUSE #IT'S NOT GENEROUS TO ALLOW ME TO LIVE IN MY OWN DAMN HOUSE JUST BC HE'S IN A ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP WITH MY SISTER #they've been married for a month. romantically involved for a few more than that. have known each other just a year+ in total.#whereas we've all been sisters for 25 years HELLO #what...was he just supposed to kick us out??? ARE YOU INSANE??? is that truly how people view marriage and ~romantic shit??#THAT ALL OF A SUDDEN YOU'RE THE ONLY PEOPLE THAT MATTER AND IT'S GENEROUS TO NOT SEND YOUR WIFE'S SISTERS BACK TO AN ABUSIVE HOUSEHOLD???#sorry i know i'm yelling a lot i just hate people's view of marriage/commitment/romantic relationships with the burning passion of 1000 sun #i cannot BELIEVE that my aro ass is considered the abnormal one when everyone else is apparently sociopaths smdh #...ftr there are zero issues with my BIL...he's really great and wants us to be live-in aunties for the baby #and whenever they talk about moving in the future he's automatically factoring in space for us bc we're welcome until death do us part #if that's what we want #so yeah no problem with him just EVERYONE FUCKING ELSE #personal

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huccimermaidshirts · 2 years

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#my mom was chatting to me about wanting to buy some chairs for the balcony and she was telling me that yes we've already bought some but we #need more for family gatherings because we're too many #she told me she wanted X number of chairs and i was confused so naturally i asked why #and she's like we're already 9 and your sister's sister and brother in law have already a child your sister is going to have kids at some #point and one for my other son in law #mind you my sister is already married so there's already a son in law in the family so I'm starting to catch on so i flat out asked her #what other son in law? and she's like your bf and i burst out laughing and i was telling her he doesn't even exist ma and she's like I'm #planning ahead 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣#is your mom even your mom if she's not accounting your non existent boyfriend for future family gatherings?#😂😂😂😂😂😂😂#the most greek mom experience you'll ever live😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣

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knaveofmogadore · 2 months

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Kfkdks

#messages from knave #im making breakfast and im gonna list my observations from three years of weird living situations #younger siblings of big age gaps will see most interactions as a form of soft combat until trained out of it #but when actual clmbat happens they're used to not having any sway so they don't actually know how to act in arguments #siblings with codependent relationships have their own internal langauge that they apply to others. not sure if they realize they do it #but they'll hold you to the same rules they've mentally created for each other without explaining them #siblings of ALL stripes will approach situations with a set idea of how communication works. and even if it's not a logical way to communica #they'll expect you to also communicate in that way. and if you can't or refuse they'll shut down and communication stalls completely because #they can't fathom doing it any other way except the way they and their siblings socialized each other to do it #siblings with adversarial relationships don't take outside advice and will take attempts to give advice as manipulative. not their fault #oldest siblings are the most conflict averse people on the planet. oldest sinlings say #'is anyone gonna balloon this situation out of proportion by avoiding it for as long as possible' and not wait for an answer #siblings who were regularly appointed as hall monitors will see any interaction with you as transactional #a hallmark of a dysfunctional sibljng relationship is someone who thinks telling you NO is worse than going through a situation they do not #wanna be in. and then they'll complain about it endlessly #and then they'll be like 'i don't want favours from my parents because they'll hold it over me' and never make the connection on their own #people cannot anticipate your needs with their minds. they are sometimes going to ask you to be a part of things you don't wanna #you're NEVER gonna be able to live in a world where people will stop asking you to be a part of things that's not feasible #had one say once 'people should just know not to ask me along for plans I can't get to people should know not to invite me'#and you know dude that's just now how stuff works. there's a difference between 'x cant drive so they can't help me move my dresser' and #'i know xs work schedule so i shouldnt infomr them of group plansnon the off chance they could make it so they don't feel left out'#people with hyper competitive siblings can't fathom that other people won't know how to do stuff. i don't just mean athletes but siblings #with that scarcity mindsetnin general like they can't handle people not having the same knowledge base they have. it's a survival thing #and NO having a life of suffering doesn't make you correct all the time has literally anyone else watched heathers #youngest siblings always have the most deranged dating stories and the oldest in a set of age gap siblings always has the WORST taste in men #< that's directed at my sister and no one else that's a personal diss not a real observation #only children have one thing. theyre SUPER weird about splitting the grocery bill #food is NOT communal to only children I've learned firsthand. Also they'll be perfectly fine sharing anything else BUT food usually #weed. loans. bathroom supplies. dishes. ect. but NOT food #meanwhile sibljngs are a little TOO comfortable chowing down on stuff they didn't buy. bad roommates are bad roommates

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dishwatergothic · 8 months

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resisting the urge to post very specifically

#stayed up till one last night to text for a one sentence response followed by not talking to anyone all day and then waiting all day to call #with someone and not hearing anything from them after we said wed call #and then making plans to go on a walk with a friend rhat immediately get cancelled #i just don't know how to be like. jealous without coming across wrong lmaoo like im so glad they're having fun but also im back #living at home with no friends #my sister lives two hours away and my only other friend i reliably hang out woth just moved to ashland #so like yes please have fun at your club in madrid obviously i want that for you #but man i feel like absolute shit #personal

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cosmictheo · 1 month

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𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒 | feyd-rautha

(gif credits to @pascow)

— summary: an arranged marriage with feyd-rautha in the name of reconciling your houses was something you were not expecting, neither was the soft and light way he seemed to behave towards you and only you. —pairing: feyd-rautha harkonnen x female!atreides!reader —word count: 3k —warnings: arranged marriage, feyd being gentle and calm because the reader is the love of his life (as it was written), probably ooc!feyd (sorry but i just love to see the most savage and feral men fall on their knees for their s/o)

writer’s note: english is not my mother tongue, so please forgive me if there is a grammatical error. hope you like it!

ᯓ★ part one ── part two ── part three (coming soon)

Your arranged marriage to Feyd-Rautha had been the reason for House Atreides and Harkonnen to strengthen their alliance, ensuring that neither would stab each other in the back, which was most expected from the Baron. Your Houses had been wavering on a faint thread that separated you from a war and this marriage arrangement had pacted a reconciliation. It had been your parents' idea and obeying your parents was the most important thing for you, right after protecting your family and indeed that was what you were doing, guarding your family.

Your twin brother did not like the idea, he was not very fond of Feyd-Rautha and his House, moreover, he found him rather... repulsive. For Feyd was a savage, a ruthless and bloodthirsty man.

However, he had to admit that, next to him, you would be basically untouchable, after all, it was like having a guard dog, the most possessive and protective dog, a dog that was ready to kill and ravage for you if necessary.

“He's scary.” Paul's voice echoed inside your head as together you walked along the vast hallways of the Harkonnen palace, at the end of it, Feyd-Rautha stood, engaged in a conversation with your parents, forever as stiff and somber as he had been since you had first met him.

“Just look at him, you'll have to wake up next to him for the rest of your life.” Your brother insisted, throwing you a knowing and concerned look. “We can fix this without you having to marry that man, sister. There must be something—”

“Enough.” you interrupted him, finally dragging your eyes from your betrothed to your anxious brother pacing beside you, you made an effort to offer him a reassuring, soft smile, grateful that he was always so caring and concerned about you and your well-being. “There's nothing else we can do. You know about my visions and what they foresee. Our House will not endure if I do not accept this offer.”

“We will do whatever it takes to survive for now.” You added, holding Paul's gaze, noting the sadness and pity behind his dark eyes, and like the good sister you were, you sighed softly, leaning closer to him to bring him some kind of reassurance. “Our turn will come to make our move and win, brother.”

“Whatever it takes.” He echoed, nodding his head, fingers brushing your clasped hand around his forearm, as you were accustomed to do when you walked side by side.

“The marriage will take place two weeks from now.” The Duke's voice gave out the news once you were all inside the assembly room, with the Baron at the head of the table, of course, looking uncharacteristically approving and pleased to hear the announcement.

The massive man showed his approval with a hint of a phantom, twisted smile, plump fingers taping the edge of the black table in front of him. “We will have the princess as a guest in our home for a week and then the na-Baron will visit her home for the last week, prior to her coming to live here.”

He planned the whole thing and there was absolutely no one in the room who had the idiotic courage to be against his command, so, it was settled.

Once you said goodbye to your family and gave a tight and emotional hug to your brother, you were left alone in the dark and gigantic planet of the Harkonnen family, feeling like an outsider, like a small prey surrounded by bloodthirsty predators. Although, the place possessed an indescribable and incomparable beauty, the sun was black, and the light that irradiated was whitish, giving it a beautiful contrast with all the black buildings rising majestically. But the place was rather... depressing, quiet and somewhat eerie, it was nothing like your home.

You soon felt out of place, and everyone who looked at you could see it too. It was as if you had some kind of golden aura, glowing among all the darkness and gloom of the place.

Feyd-Rautha watched you attentively, analyzing every expression and emotion you let be shown across your face, catching the look your eyes possessed, that special little gleam that flashed in your orbs as you admired Giedi Prime as if it were one of the most beautiful things you had ever seen in your life, his home.

“Do you like it here, my lady?” His husky, raspy voice managed to snap you out of your trance, and your heart skipped a beat once you trailed your gaze from the horizon beneath the balcony to him, meeting his deep, dark gaze. He always seemed to look at you with those eyes, captivated, as if you were some form of strange spectacle.

And indeed you were, you stood in perfect contrast to the planet, your eyes were bright, lively, your aura was vivacious and hopeful. And because of that, he liked to look at you, study your face, your body language, every little reaction you had in response to something. You were fascinating.

Whenever you entered any room, his deep blue eyes were pulled to you like a magnet, drawn to orbit around you like his planet circling the dark sun.

Feyd noticed out of the corner of his eye how your hands clasped lightly around the balcony fence in front of you, skin contrasting against the blackness of the material.

You nodded your head very slowly, twisting your body just enough to be able to look him directly in the face, big eyes looking up at him, not with fear, but with expectation. “I do.”

Even your voice was the opposite of his, keeping that soft and delicate tone, as elegant as you.

He seemed satisfied with your positive response, and so, he dared to lean against the balcony fence right next to you, but careful not to cause you to feel too uncomfortable or intruded upon. His eyes never left you for a second and he was quite pleased that you were bold enough to hold his powerful and intimidating gaze.

“Good, it will soon become your home too.” Feyd answered you, in a tone that oscillated between amusement and fascination, you didn't quite know how to decipher the expression on his face either, naturally.

He was very complicated to read, even if you tried extra hard, the many tutoring and lessons with Lady Jessica didn't seem to do much use, with him. Perhaps because he made you feel unnerved, he made your soul tremble like no one could, stepping beyond your walls and standing where none of your senses seemed to work. Where the eye could not see.

“Are you mocking me?” Still, you had the courage to ask him that bold question, one eyebrow rising on your forehead and your head twisting slightly, defiant face and all.

Your bravery made him laugh slightly this time, a noise that was heard almost unnaturally, with a small crooked smile on his lips that looked all too unusual and strange on him. For not even his strongest and most powerful enemies had had the courage to stand in front of him and challenge him like you were doing right now. You were a fierce girl. And he liked that.

“I wouldn't be likely to mock you, my lady.” Feyd-Rautha replied calmly, his tone of voice the exact same, as if you were a spectacle. Your eyes lowered to his hand, which snaked slowly to the edge of the balcony fence, fingers stroking the smooth surface. “I'm just stating the obvious. You'll be living here with me soon. It will be our home and you will reign with me when it's my turn.”

You narrowed your eyes slightly at his response, not yet quite convinced that he would behave so calm and composed with you, when not more than two days ago you had seen him slicing men to pieces in the arena. “You are not bothered by me invading your space?”

You asked that question because you knew how... eccentric men usually behaved, you could see it in basically every man with any power you had ever met, in the so many meetings with the Duke back home. You could see how they treated their wives, how they looked at them and how they talked to them, as if they were dealing with a servant. You feared this marriage was like that too.

Even your parents' marriage was broken, since Duke Leto kept close to his heart another woman who was not Lady Jessica, he did not love her as he loved that unknown woman. You had grown up seeing an empty and cold marriage, merely to fulfill a duty.

You understood that your marriage would also have that basis, and therefore, you knew that duty was the death of love. But for some silly, innocent reason, you wanted to think there might be love here. As the naive, young girl that you were.

Feyd-Rautha shrugged, not taking much interest in the matter of the question, “You'll be my wife, my space is your space.”

A hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips when he saw that his answer pleased you. You could begin to understand that to him the whole arranged marriage thing wasn't as important as it was to you, or maybe it was, but it didn't seem to bother him or disagree.

“Does this marriage bother you?” It was his turn to ask, staring down at you, noticing how beautifully your skin reflected the pale natural light of the black sun. He could see how frustrated you were now, to be there, with him. “Does it bother you to be my wife?”

You sighed heavily, peeling your eyes from Feyd-Rautha and returning them to the beauty of the landscape below, pondering the questions. His dark eyes followed your every movement as your body turned forward again, hands gripping the balcony fence as if your life depended on it.

“Do you care much for my opinion of you?” You decided to answer him with another question and that seemed to annoy him for his frown deepened and his fingers halted on the fence, devoting himself to glaring at you with his azure eyes, mirroring the pallid light of the gloomy sun.

“Woman, I will marry you and live by your side for the rest of my life, of course your opinion is important.” He took a couple of steps closer to you as he spoke, hand closer and closer to yours, managing to make you even more nervous. “Don't speak nonsense, it doesn't suit you. You're a smart girl.”

Seeing the expression on your face, he leaned even closer and out of the corner of your eye you watched as his hand rose to your face, resting on your chin and turning it ever so gently for you to look at him, but your eyes lowered, fleeing from his.

It seemed astonishing to him that you didn't even flinch away when you sensed the approach of his hand to your face, as if it wasn't the same hand that had slaughtered so many and slit so many necks by the same motion.

“Don't take your eyes off me.” He demanded in a low, raspy tone of voice, you could feel his breath brush against your face. “Look at me.”

When he whispered your name in that delicate, nearly pleading tone, you finally summoned the courage to look at him, allowing him to cradle your chin between his fingers and allowing him to be so close to you that you felt suffocated by the warmth of his body against yours.

“You fear me?”

He asked in that tone of voice, whispering, silently asking you to have mercy on him, not to fear him as everyone usually feared him, not to see him as the monster everyone saw, but as your husband, your protector and your lover.

He saw how your eyes watered slightly as fear peered into your usual stoic, cold face, and Feyd-Rautha was used to beholding that face, was used to fear, because it was always the last look of his enemies.

“I'm afraid. Of leaving home, of living on an unknown planet, of marrying someone I don't know.” Then you shook your head softly, looking up at him through your long eyelashes. “But I am not afraid of you, Feyd-Rautha.”

“You're very bold... and emotional.” He whispered in a disapproving but gentle voice, fingers tracing barely a caress along your lower lip before he reached up and dried the couple of tears that had managed to escape from your pretty eyes. At the closeness, you could begin to see through the mask he always carried, hiding his emotions. “You can't let yourself look like this in front of your enemies, it will make you appear weak.”

“I can't let myself look like this in front of my future husband?” his dark eyes lowered to your lips as you modulated the question, pupils dilating slightly. You swallowed as you saw desire and lust darken his orbs even more when you referred to him as your husband. You sniffed, feeling suddenly embarrassed by your outburst of emotions. “I'm s—sorry. You shouldn't see me like this, my lord.”

“Don't apologize.” He again reprimanded you in that passive-aggressive tone of his, like a hiss of a snake, shaking his head a little. Even after he wiped away your little tears, his hands remained in the same place, cupping your face, each of his thumbs resting on your flushed cheekbones.His fingertips were surprisingly gentle against your skin, sending shivers all over your body beneath their path. “You can be like this only with me, you understand? You can trust me, I want you to trust me.” His fingers took a lock of your hair and pulled it away from your face, running it carefully behind your ear. “But I really don't like to see you cry, my wife-to-be.”

After barely a second of silence with his azure eyes again flicking down to your parted lips, he spoke again, muttering, his raspy voice indicating that perhaps it hurt his throat to talk like that. “Pretty girls like you should cry out of pleasure only.”

He studied your face once more, not missing the way you blushed at his open flirtation and suggestive words, how you bit your lower lip, pupils expanding in thick blackness. You weren't used to so much attention, let alone men saying those kinds of words to you, it was evident. You were so innocent that it provoked a rare feeling of tenderness in Feyd-Rautha.

Perhaps it would be the closest thing to an act of consolation you would get from him and it was likely the only time in his life he had ever done that.

Promptly, you managed to make him smile again. “You Atreides are so strange and delicate... but then again, you will soon be Harkonnen, the prettiest na-Baroness, my pretty little wife.”

From his voice, his careful choice of words and the way he was looking at you, you expected him to kiss you right there —perhaps that was what you wanted, amidst all the tumult of emotions that shook your little heart, beating in rumbling noises inside your chest, pumping fiery blood through your veins.

But after a few seconds, he pulled his hands away from your face and backed away from you, taking a few steps back and offering you a look that you managed to perceive as soft rather than harsh. You knew that he was controlling himself well in maintaining a good demeanor, perhaps because his uncle had ordered him to do so; to do his best to make a good impression and not bring shame to the family. And also because he wanted you to have a good image of him, he was a prideful man, he was used to boast of his virtues and his power, and he was above all, protective of his own person and his glory.

He made a short gesture with his head pointing to the open balcony door, his hands clasping together behind his back pragmatically, as if he were presenting himself in front of a superior. “Now come, pretty girl, I'll show you the palace myself. You're future home.”

You walked towards him, a little smile curving your lips, the first smile on your face during the entire conversation, and he admired it in all it's glory.

“You don't have to be all stiff when you're with me, Feyd.” You eyed his posture with light eyes as you passed him and made your way inside the guest room with graceful steps, him following close behind.

He wasn't very fond of being addressed by name directly, of having his name used so freely, but the way you pronounced his name made him so utterly proud to be called that, he suddenly was wishing you would just call him that, in that tone of voice, tongue savoring his name as if it were the most delightful thing to say.

You turned to look at him for a few seconds, your tone of voice becoming reassuring, something he wasn't quite used to, yet he heard and savored it as if it were the sweetest thing in the world.

“If you can see me cry, then I can see you relaxed. It is only fair, no?”

Feyd-Rautha received your words positively, causing him to deepen his breathing into a snorting chuckle, eyes sparkling with amusement now behind your back.

“I'll try for you.” His response made you smile once more.

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