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Title: Plus Baby Makes Three {One-Shot}**

Title: Plus Baby Makes Three {One-Shot} **

Lewis Hamilton x GF Reader

Words: 5.8k

Warning: Mild Angst, Fluff, Fun & Games, NSFW, Mild Breeding Kink, Preggo talk, Preggo Prank, Preggo Fic, Crude Language, Dirty Talk

Summary: It was supposed to be a retaliation prank. A simple, easy prank to get back at Lewis for the one he’d pulled on you months before. You didn’t expect it to turn out like this.

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Your entire relationship with Lewis had been a never-ending frat party. You enjoyed the same pastimes, including video games, nature, traveling, and pranks.

Hell, your relationship had started on a prank you'd done to your friends pretending to be in the middle of getting it in when they walked in. Everyone's reactions were the same "finally". You both were speechless as they all confessed they knew it was a matter of time before you saw the sparks and finally did something about it.

After admitting it was all a prank you were alone later that night when your first kiss happened. That torpedoed into your first night together. Hence beginning a beautiful, fun, and stress-free relationship

Now 3 years later, things were still going strong. You pranked each other often, a few of those pranks playing out through social media.

Everyone loved your relationship even the diehard Lewis thirsters who wanted him for themselves. They saw how happy he was with you and how unproblematic you were and fell in line to support you.

It had been a while since you pranked him and you could tell he'd lowered his guard. You’d spent weeks laying the groundwork. Weeks dropping hints and playing up faux symptoms and your period symptoms just to make this an easy sell.

You decided this would be a perfect thing to record so set up your filming equipment that you used for your gaming streams and makeup vlogs then got yourself ready.

"You are evil for this."

Snorting, you dropped onto your back and cackled.

"It’s not that bad."

"Not that bad? Y/N he is going to flip. I just don’t know what, a table or himself."

You laughed some more. Your best friend, Zoe was right. It was really 50/50 how this would go. You suspected it would be on the flipping-a-table side though. You hesitated momentarily, wondering if you should reformulate and try again. However, within seconds you committed.

You attached the ultrasound picture that you'd gotten from a lesser-known pregnancy website and edited with an arrow pointing to the blip of an embryo. You’d inserted a few words onto the picture.

"Little Hamilton says hello and can’t wait to meet you guys".

After scanning the picture again for typos and to make sure it all looked good, you started on your caption.

"What are you going to write?"

"Short and sweet right? Anything extra will be suspicious. Let's see. Ummm...ooh I know."

You began and read it aloud as you typed.

"I wanted you guys to find out at the same time as @lewishamilton. Omgg guys 🥺. I am so excited.🤗 Thank you @lewishamilton for this incredible gift. I love you more than words can say and am so happy and honored to be on this journey with you. Can't wait to meet you baby Hamilton. You are already loved so much.❤️🤰🏽👶🏽🍼 #babyhamilton2024 #surprisewerepregnant #bunintheoven

#babybyhamilton

#heshotupmyclub

#sunsoutbutthisbunisstillcooking #filledwithlove #coming2024

"Oh my god. The world is going to lose their shit," Zoe said.

"The world? He's gonna lose his shit. And---posted."

You turned your notification sound all the way up then placed your phone beside you and picked up the TV remote.

"Ready? Let’s see how far we get."

You pressed play on the movie you guys had selected on Prime and settled in. Before the movie had even gotten past the black screen, your notifications went blaring one after the other at rapid fire.

"Holy shit, your bestie squealed.

By the time the opening credits showed up, your phone began chiming with texts.

"Oh my god, barely 2 minutes. Is it Lewis?"

You looked while being very careful not to go into the messages. You wanted to play this very calm, cool, and collected. Sure enough, there was Lewis' name with the circled number indicating how many unread messages remained, increasing with each second.

"Oh my god. He is flipping out I bet."

You put it down and cackled. It was no use playing the movie because with the rapid-fire sounds from your phone, it would be impossible to pay attention. You didn’t click into Lewis' messages and instead read what showed up in the preview.

MSG Lewis: Why aren’t you answering your texts? Baby? You just posted that no way you walked away from your phone. Are you okay?

You snorted then went into IG to look at your post. It already was well into the hundred thousands of likes. The 4th comment, Lewis', had you pinching your lips.

"@y/nthaunicorn what?! This isn’t the kind of thing you post on social before telling me.

You giggled and continued reading the comments replying to him with congratulations and you’re going to be an amazing dad. The number of #mercedesbaby and #babygoatcoming hashtags only made you roll more.

The man was going to learn today that his last prank was too far. He'd canceled your appointment with your OBGYN and had one of your friends pretend to be you to make your appointment as a pre-pregnancy appointment with the intention to conceive.

Lo' and behold, when you’d gone to the appointment you were confused why your doctor was going over your estrogen and progesterone levels and checking the placement of your uterus. When she mentioned that you were in good health and should have no problems conceiving, you nearly passed out.

You tried to tell her you had no intentions of planning a pregnancy but she took it as you getting cold feet to which she then spent a lot of time trying to soothe your “fears”. When you went home with prenatal vitamins and a calendar on your best days for conception Lewis played along saying he was on board if you really wanted a baby.

He was so supportive about it that he freaked you out. He kept the ruse going so long that while you made love that night his whole dirty talk was about putting a baby in you. It was a slight turn on which shocked you because babies weren’t a topic you'd spent a lot of time talking about. For the most part, it took you off guard.

The following morning over breakfast was when he came clean. The way he cackled and ran around the house clearly pleased with himself was so over the top that you silently vowed revenge. You would make him rue the day.

Today was his retribution.

Your phone rang and Lewis' name appeared on your screen. You chortled and stared at the camera as it rang out. The man it feels good to be a gangster sound played in your head while your face evilly smirked. Seconds later, a message from him came in.

MSG Lewis: Why aren’t you answering your phone?

MSG Lewis: Are you okay?

MSG Lewis: Is this real? Are you being for real?

MSG Lewis: Did your IG get hacked?

MSG Lewis: Y/N!

Another call came in and again it was him. Zoe laughed loudly as she wiggled her legs in the air.

"He is losing his shit!”

MSG Lewis: Y/N. Jesus Christ. You're killing me. Pick up the phone baby.

You snorted. He was realizing assertiveness was not going to win. Now he was trying sugar.

MSG Lewis: Sweetheart. Are you pregnant? Is that why you've been sick lately?

MSG Lewis: Why you've been feeling so bloated?

MSG Lewis: Your boobs!😮 Oh shit. Why aren’t you answering?🥴

His texts came in one after the other each one more and more panicked. You just sat back and let him make his descent.

Placing another guac and salsa dipped chip into your mouth, you read the previews of his messages.

MSG Lewis: A baby? Our baby. Oh my god.😳

Your phone rang again, and again you let it ring out. A few minutes later, you got the notification of a voicemail. Once you hit play on the message, his voice came in and you and your bestie listened in.

"Y/N, I don’t know why you’re not picking up and it’s freaking me out a little. You know how I feel when I can't reach you, especially after what happened that last time.”

At that, you perked up because he’d nearly had a panic attack the last time he couldn’t reach you and it was because some paps were chasing you in your car nearly making you crash. He’d had to show up at the police station dropping everything. The pause in the message made you get ready to swipe to your phone app, but then he continued.

“I thought about it for a while and figured maybe you’re afraid to talk to me. Maybe you’re scared that I’m going to be angry or disappointed by the news. Maybe you think I’ll tell you to terminate or that I'm not ready. I thought about it and I wish I was there with you right now instead of halfway across the fucking world. Fuck.”

His sighed in a hefty huff.

“I wish I could hug you and hold your hand and tell you while looking into your eyes that it's going to be okay and that I’m not angry. I’m not disappointed.”

Your brows rose. He wasn’t, you questioned.

“I’m surprised, yes. So fucking surprised. I didn’t think this would happen and never really thought about the possibility of it happening which is so stupid because we don't use condoms. Like at all. I’m shooting your club up every day, multiple times a day. Why wouldn’t it be possible?”

You pinched your lips as your friend gave you a look that said she wasn’t surprised how y’all got down. You rubbed your brow to avoid her side-eye. It wasn’t that you were ashamed. You weren’t it was just embarrassing. You took a few sips from your cherry limeade and continued listening.

“Uggh, I’m rambling. I'm not mad and I wish you’d pick up the phone and let me tell you that plus how much I love you and want this."

A spray of cherry limeade shot from your mouth through the air, "What!!”

You bolted up in shock with wide eyes and a racing heart.

"A baby. Our baby. A piece of you and me. We didn't plan this, but we've been given this soul for a reason, and I am going to welcome and love them with everything I have. I’m going to be there 100 percent. You’re not in this alone, you have me. Call me, please. I love you so much."

Your eyes were wide. Had you heard him right? Was he actually happy about this? Your head snapped to your friend who was also wide-eyed.

“Well shit, plot twist!”

“Was he--.”

“Happy? Yep.”

“Did he say--.”

“He wanted this? Oh yeah.”

You went over the message in your head again.

“Was he--.”

“The sweetest and cutest about it? Yes. Oh my god, Y/N.”

You played the message again and listened to it in its entirety. You didn’t stop at once, or twice. You listened over 5 times but each time you were still flabbergasted by his words.

“Oh my god.”

“Well look on the bright side—he’d never be one of those asshole deadbeat celebs trying to make their girl get rid of a baby they helped create.”

“Why does he want this? Why isn’t he mad? We haven’t really talked about kids. This is so out the blue?”

“You want him to be mad?”

You paused and thought about it. Any other answer besides no was ridiculous. This was an ideal reaction if the situation was real. This was how every man should react to an unplanned pregnancy. He was being major goals right now and it made your heart swell with love and pride.

Your notifications went off some more and you checked them to find some of his fellow F1 drivers commenting about the news. They all were sweet and thoughtful, which made you think again about this prank.

“Shit. How do I tell him it was a prank now?”

Zoe laughed loudly. “I suggest starting with apology head then let him shoot your club up for real and voila baby.”

You smacked her across her stomach while kissing your teeth.

“Be for real.”

“I’m being as for real as your man is.”

A text notification came in then.

MSG Lewis: The jet will be landing in a few hours. It’s not planned but come see me this weekend. I really want to be close to you right now.

“Oh my god.”

Your friend laughed again as she teased you about your prank gone completely wrong.

~~~~~~~~

Just as he’d said, Lewis’ jet arrived 4 hours after he’d texted. The call from the pilot came at nearly midnight. You were packed and ready for the weekend with a possible week’s extension, but you were also still debating how you were going to make this right. He thought he was going to be a father and that prospect had him in his feelings. You felt horrible.

MSG Lewis: Did the pilot call?

You’d replied to his text after the message about spending the weekend with him because you knew staying quiet longer would make him more anxious. You were messed up, but you weren’t cruel.

MSG: Yeah. Guess I’ll see you in a few.

MSG Lewis: Don’t be scared. Everything’s going to be all right. I love you.

“Uugh. I’m an asshole,” you said, hanging your head.

The chauffeured car took 40 minutes to get to the airfield and the whole time you tried to come up with a way to easily let him down. If he had been angry you would have been obnoxious with it and laughed in his face, but seeing how sweet he was about it there was no way you could now.

Of course, the flight to Barcelona didn’t take long. The pilot even had the audacity to cut what was a 2-hour and 20-minute flight to just 2 hours flat. The nerve! The whole flight your nerves toiled which made your stomach uneasy. Nothing helped, not ginger ale, 7-up, Sprite, cranberry juice, tea, nor sports drinks. You suspected it was your anxiety manifesting in an upset stomach, so you didn’t stress the flight attendant with helping ease it.

Now it was 3am Barcelona time and you were steadily approaching the penthouse that Lewis was staying in. The closer you got the more nervous you got. When the car began to slow down in front of a cute building with adorable Verona-style balconies you groaned. It was time to face the music. The driver unloaded your bags and helped you inside to the door. As he was about to ring the bell you stopped him and told him you could take it from there.

Once you were alone in front of the door you took a few breaths and tried to get control over your nerves. Before you could ring the bell though, the door opened and there stood Lewis in a white sleeveless T-shirt and grey sweat shorts. Instantly you pouted and waited for him to speak first.

“C’mere,” Lewis said holding open his arms for you.

Without hesitation you rushed into his arms and allowed him to hold you.

“It’s okay,” he whispered as he stepped back into the penthouse taking you with him.

He lifted you off your feet and carried you inside. When he placed you down on a soft couch, he kissed your forehead.

“I’ll be right back.”

Lewis disappeared for a few minutes. You assumed he was bringing in your luggage and rolling them into the bedroom. By the time he came back, you still had no idea what to say. He kneeled in front of you and lifted your chin.

“I’m glad you’re here. I missed you.”

Your stomach churned then and you clasped your hands over your mouth while gagging.

“What’s wrong?”

You pointed to your throat, and he got it instantly. Lewis rushed through the halls showing you to the bathroom. Dropping to your knees, you allowed every drink you’d consumed on the flight to empty into the toilet. As you retched Lewis dipped beside you and rubbed your back like the perfectly sweet man he was. It only intensified your “you ain’t shit” feeling and you began crying.

“What? What’s wrong? It’s okay.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No baby. Don’t say that. It’s not your fault. It’s okay. There’s nothing to be sorry for. It’s a baby, a blessing. Not the end of the world.”

You cried more and repeated your sorries. It was all you could get out. You remained on your knees in front of the toilet vomiting with Lewis rubbing your back and whispering soft words to you promising everything would be just fine. After, he got you in the tub and washed your body for you as you relaxed against him. He rubbed every knot out of your muscle, massaged every tension from your scalp, while making your skin gleam and glow.

When he got you in bed he topped it all off with a body massage from head to toe. You didn’t deserve it at all. When you laid on his chest, you tried to find the words.

“Lewis,” you began with a meek voice.

“Princess.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing. I don’t know when along the line of our relationship you got the impression that I was some asshole who would be angry about something like that. I’m not,” he assured.

“You’re not an asshole. I’m the asshole.”

Lewis rolled over to peer into your eyes. “What?”

“How? Why?”

“I—I lied,” you quietly finished.

“Lied? About what?”

“The baby.”

You watched worry and fear wash over his face.

“What do you mean?”

“It—it was supposed to be a prank.”

Lewis rushed a breath out then dropped on his back to stare at the ceiling.

“It was supposed to be payback for your last prank on me with my OB appointment. I didn’t expect you to take it like this. I thought you’d be mad and freak out a little. I didn’t think that you—want it.”

He was so quiet and so unreadable right now you worried he was really hurt.

“I’m sorry baby. I feel like shit now. I didn’t mean to--.”

“So you’re not pregnant.”

“No,” you quietly replied.

Lewis scoffed, covered his face. “Wow.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“Wow. Wow. Wow. I was really—I truly—jeez.”

He sat up and stared out into the darkness. You didn’t know how to make this better. You could sense his disappointment, sense his hurt that it wasn’t real. You were speechless and so confused about how long he’d been secretly wanting a baby. Right now didn’t feel like the right time to inquire though.

“Okay. You got me.”

You leaned forward to study his face. “That’s it?”

“Yeah. You got me. I really thought you were pregnant, especially with the way you’ve been acting the last few weeks. Ha! Good one.”

“You’re not angry?”

“Angry that you had the balls to prank me like this or angry that you’re not pregnant?”

You thought about it for a quick minute. “Both.”

Even he looked to think about it. “I’m not angry about the prank. I'd been wondering what you’d do to get me back, but I let my guard down. It was a good prank, ballsy, especially putting it on social but it was good,” he explained.

“And the other?”

“I wouldn’t say I’m angry you’re not pregnant. I’m—disappointed. I should be relieved because as you know our lives right now are chaotic. You with your business, me, and F1. Adding a baby in now would be nuts.”

You heard a but. “But?”

Lewis chewed the inside of his mouth for a few moments then he laid back down. “But the longer I sat with it and thought about what it meant the more I wanted it. I wasn’t mad, or freaking out for the most part, I was relieved it was with you.”

Your heart melted. You rolled on top of him and splayed yourself across his chest. “I’m sorry baby.”

Lewis wrapped his arms around you and traced his fingertips up and down your bare spine.

“How do you feel about a baby—our baby?”

You thought about it for a few moments dividing points into pro and con columns in your head.

“I understand what you’re saying. Our lives are hectic right now. You just signed a contract extension with Mercedes which means more racing, more time away from home. My lingerie line has been blowing up and I just opened a second store location. Things will only get more and more hectic.”

“I want us both to be present,” Lewis added.

“Yeah.”

A contemplative silence filled the room. Both of you were lost in your own thoughts.

“Do you want to have a baby with me, though?”

Your head popped up meeting Lewis’ eyes.

“Only you. No one else.”

A smile slowly spread across Lewis’ lips.

“Only you, no one else,” he repeated.

You kissed him gently and that kiss intensified within seconds. Soon your hands were pushing down Lewis’ shorts with urgency needing to get closer. You were already bare for him, but he needed to catch up. Once his shorts were rumpled at the foot of the bed, you straddled his hips and lowered yourself on his ready and waiting member.

Both of you sighed out in unison relishing the pleasure you only found in each other. As you slowly rocked back and forth on him, Lewis’ hands gripped your hips helping you move. Bit by bit he picked up the pace taking full control of the way your body moved. Back and forth, round and round, up and down.

When you began bouncing on him, Lewis abandoned your hips to cup your breasts. His moans filled the room as his eyes drank in every inch of you. In no time, you felt your orgasm creep up on you. Lewis flipped you onto your back, placed your ankle on his shoulder then took over. That was the final push to send you over the edge.

“Fuuuuck!”

“Mmm!”

Lewis brought your other leg to join the first then held you off the bed as he flicked his hips forward with such force the bed jerked giving the craftmanship a run for its money.

“Yes, baby. Right there!”

“Yeah right there? Like this?”

He slowed his moves, then pulled out fully only to slam his hips into you filling you to capacity. Every time he did it you yelped unable to control yourself.

“Like that?”

“Yes!”

“Mmm, I’m going to fill this sweet little pussy up. You’re gonna be so fucking full of me you can’t walk.”

Lewis ground his hips against you making you feel how impossibly deep he was. Instinctively, you pressed against his abs hoping to keep him at bay, however, he wasn’t having it. Lewis dropped your legs, hovered over you then began rocking into you in the most artful way. His body rocked, ebbed, flowed, rolled, and torpedoed you into yet another release.

As you clenched around him, Lewis groaned.

“So fucking tight. You loving this dick baby?”

“Yes, I love your dick baby. Fuck me.”

“Fuck you’re gonna make me cum, you’re so beautiful when you take this dick.”

You cupped your breasts, holding them out like ripe fruit for him. Lewis dipped down and bit down on your nipple making you wetter than ever.

“Fuuuuuck!”

Lewis lowered his lips to your ear as he fucked into you. “You’d look so fucking pretty with my baby in you. Makes me want to fill this tight cunt up.”

“Fill me, baby. I want your hot cum, I want it now," you whined.

Lewis locked eyes with you just as his hand wrapped around your throat. Rolling your eyes to the back of your head, you let him use you as he wanted.

“You want me to cum deep in this pretty pussy?”

Yes!”

“You’re gonna keep every fucking drop, right where I put it.”

“Fuck Lewis, I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum with me princess.”

His thrusts sped until you were seeing stars and rainbows. It was an impossibility, but it was what you saw. Your moans matched, desires synced and desperation for one another took over. Lewis flicked his hips forward then came so hard and so deep his grunts were all you heard as he released stream after stream. Your body broke out into shivers at the thought of him intentionally trying to knock you up.

Lewis pulled back and dropped his attention between your legs. Slowly he pulled out only to shove himself back inside. It was like he was trying to keep every single drop of himself inside of your body.

“Fuck baby, this pussy looks so good with me dripping out.”

“How good?”

“So good I’m gonna fill you again.”

With that, Lewis crashed his lips to yours and in seconds round two had begun. You felt sorry for him tomorrow because he would be useless with how little sleep he would have gotten. He didn’t seem bothered in the least though. His only thought was fucking you into oblivion until he’d planted a seed.

The next afternoon, you woke alone with a note on Lewis’ pillow.

“See you on the paddock. Love you.”

You sat up and a sea of nausea filled you. Quickly you ran to the bathroom and heaved the contents of your stomach into the toilet. For the life of you, you couldn’t understand what was going on. You’d confessed about the prank you weren’t anxious anymore. Why were you sick? Could it have been jet lag? You’d never experienced nausea with jet lag before and the flight was only 2 hours long. As you went through the possibilities, you continued to heave.

After 20 or so minutes, you got back into bed with your phone and began googling reasons for nausea when first waking. You’d barely put your head on the pillow before the first result popped up. The result had you bolting upward with wide eyes.

“No fucking way.”

You kept scrolling but your mind still lingered on the first result. You thought back over the last weeks to a month trying to debunk it. You’d only made it a few seconds before your eyes widened even more. You swiped open your love tracker and scanned through the last few weeks. There were so many red colored in boxes, that signified every day you’d been intimate, throughout the month you began to panic.

“No way. Right?”

You sprang out of bed and hurried to get dressed. As you did, you tried to find the closest drugstore. In record time you found yourself in the back of the chauffeured car that Lewis had left behind for you to get to the racing grounds. As the car zipped through traffic, your brain was going almost as fast as a Mercedes race car. You were afraid to put your hat in any basket because you just didn't know what was going on.

With your dark sunglasses on and one of Lewis’ bucket hats tipped low, you dipped inside the store and did a once around the store to be sure no one had recognized or noticed you. You then walked in the general vicinity of where those items rested. If you were a NASCAR driver and this was a pit stop, you would have been the fastest back on the track. In less than 5 minutes you were back in the car and headed back to the penthouse.

Soon you sat in the bathroom at the edge of the huge porcelain tub staring at the 14 boxes of pregnancy tests. You couldn't decide on which one, so you bought 2 of every brand, 5 from brands you knew and the other 2 from unheard-of probably local brands. With a large juiced vegetable and fruit blend in hand, you attempted to finish it off. Since you'd returned another bout of nausea hit you that took nearly 30 minutes to pass.

Right now you were stalling. You had to pee so you could easily take them but it was the thought that crippled you. Right now the unknown felt like a comforting place to be. In 10 or so minutes you would either be disappointed or happy. You were in Lewis' shoes in reverse.

You sighed, guzzled the rest of the juice, then slammed it on the sink counter as a wave of determination filled you.

“Okay, Okay, okay. I got this. I got this. I got this!”

You grabbed the disposable mouthwash cup then tackled it head-on. Once you’d finished and ripped open every bod, you dripped the tips into the cup and laid them all out on the counter. You’d told yourself to sit right back on the edge of the tub, but your legs would not obey. So, you paced the room. Back and forth, back, and forth, round and round, corner to corner, wall to wall.

By the time your phone went off indicating time was up, you were perched on the porcelain tub staring out to nothing thinking of everything. You remained there for a minute more trying to control your breathing then you stood and approached the mess of tests on the counter in organized chaos.

Hyping yourself, you took the first up and stared at the window. Your breath hitched and you moved to take another test up. Glancing at it, you were met with the same answer. You sifted through the tests, taking them up, looking at the results, and moving to the next. You checked once, then twice and every single one of them mirrored back one collective and cohesive—positive.

“Plot fucking twist,” you said.

Your phone sounded making you open your messages to see Lewis’ name.

MSG Lewis: Feeling better?

You scoffed. His timing was impeccable. You took another calming breath before you replied.

MSG: Not much but I’m okay.

MSG Lewis: Still throwing up?

MSG: Here and there.

MSG Lewis: You can stay in bed today. I’ll see you after.

MSG: Not a chance. I’ll be there. Wouldn’t want to miss your P1.

MSG Lewis: Don’t push yourself.

MSG: Says the man who only got like an hour of sleep because he kept pushing for round after round.

MSG Lewis: Wasn’t much pushing needed. You know I can go for days.

You couldn’t help but chuckle. He was always cocky; it didn’t matter about what. You stepped back and took a picture of all the tests making sure a few showed the results then you began getting yourself ready.

~~~~~~~

By the time you got to the racing grounds, it was packed. With two of Lewis’ guards flanking your left and right, you walked through saying hello to the drivers, waving at faces you knew, and taking some footage for your socials. You even had some approach you to congratulate you on the pregnancy. It tripped you up for a second because you’d just found out but then you remembered your prank that had gone wrong and was not right back on track. Every time someone came up and said it you couldn’t help but giggle. It was all so ironic.

Once you made it to Mercedes, the crew saw you first. They began clapping and as you approached. When you were close enough many of them patted you on the back as they expressed their happiness over the news.

“Our first Mercedes driver baby. Congratulations.”

“Uh, thank—you.”

You smiled and tipped your head at the others who were smiling from ear to ear. Toto approached with a grin.

“Such great news, Y/N. You and Lewis are going to be amazing parents. You can count on Suzie and me up for babysitting.”

You nervouisly giggled. “I think we’ll hold you to that.”

“Eh-em.”

To the left Lewis approached with his brow crooked.

“There he is, the soon to be dad.”

He looked evidently uncomfortable as he stood beside you.

“About that," Lewis began.

“He’s going to be such an amazing dad,” you said while staring at him.

The two of you stood there staring at one another. You in complete love and adoration of him, and he in utter confusion. Gradually everyone took the hint and went back to what they were doing before you got there.

“What’re—what’re you doing? Shouldn’t you be telling them it was all a prank?”

“Maybe that’s how it started but—we’re past that now.”

“What do you mean?”

You laced your fingers with his then smiled.

“I—I’m pregnant.”

Lewis looked even more confused.

“What? Is this about last night? I’m sure it’s too soon to be--."

You snorted as you rolled your eyes. “Seriously?”

“What? You said it wasn’t real.”

“It wasn’t, not then. Or maybe it was but I didn’t know. You didn’t put a baby in me last night. There was already one in me. I got sick again this morning and that made me look back into some things on my calendars which had me taking 14 pregnancy tests and they are all positive.”

Lewis’s eyes widened.

“What?”

You nodded. “Yeah. I’m pregnant.”

“For real, for real?”

“So for real for real.”

Lewis looked down to your stomach area, then to your face. He smiled before he lifted you into the air. You laughed as he spun you around. Your combined laughter brought the attention of nearly everyone around you.

“Oh my god. We’re having a baby?”

He put you down then peered into your eyes. “Yep.”

He snorted then laughed heartily. “What a fucking plot twist.”

“Right! oh my god.”

The two of you cackled together before he kissed you, not caring who was watching. When his hand cupped your backside you squealed.

“Behave.”

“Not a chance. I can’t believe I put a baby in you.”

“Me neither.”

“Are you happy?”

You smiled and nodded. “Very.”

The way he smiled back at you made your heart swell. You were sure you looked like fools in love giggling with each other like idiots but neither of you cared. Lewis cupped your cheek and then softly caressed your skin.

“You and me.”

You took his other hand and put it on your stomach.

“Plus baby makes three. And with Roscoe--.”

“Makes a home,” Lewis finished.

A stray tear rolled down your cheek, but Lewis’ thumb flicked it away then kissed the spot it once laid.

The news must have been what he needed because a few hours later he stood on that podium claiming that P1. You beamed at him while you tenderly held your nonexistent bump, feeling closer to him than ever before.

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breezy141 · 6 months

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heart of glass // pedro pascal masterlist

sum: being known in the world of hollywood there had always consequences, especially cheating rumours.

authors note: IM SORRY I DISAPPEARED. college been eatin me uppp

the picture on your phone caused you to rethink almost everything, it was a picture of your husband at a restaurant with another woman, she had her hand placed on his. she was smiling, as was he.

for a moment, you had no idea what you were looking at. before seeing the photo you were crocheting a new top you had seen multiple times on instagram. crocheting was one of your hobbies, when you weren’t working it was your go to. something your husband also loved.

yet when you were sent the photo from your friend, you stopped everything. after physically feeling your stomach drop you had messaged your friend.

‘what is that?’ your hands shook as you typed out the message. ‘it’s all over twitter, i did some digging it’s just some woman, her name is jasmine. i’m so sorry honey’ you didn’t respond.

do you cry? do you message him? do you ask others what they think?

there was so much going through your mind, you got up from the chair you had been cozied up on. making your way to the bedroom.

you zoomed into the photo, looking for any signs of editing. there was none.

here came the tears, they showed no mercy in streaming down your cheeks. you turned off your phone and threw it somewhere on the bed, you began pacing the room.

you never expected your husband, pedro pascal, to ever cheat on you. he’s just not like that. why would he do that? is it my fault? is there something i could have done? these were the questions running through your mind right now.

almost perfectly, the front door opened. you knew exactly who it was so you grabbed the phone and rushed towards the door.

“hey sweethea-” he cut himself off “why are you crying?” he went to hug you but you pushed his arms away.

“what is this?” you asked with a shaky breath, showing him the picture.

he studied the photo, even reading out the caption on the post. “actor pedro pascal seen in a restaurant with a new mysterious woman” he sighed loudly.

you looked at him with red and blurry eyes “tell me what’s going on” you said flatly.

“baby, this picture is from years ago. before i even knew you, if you don’t believe me, look here” he came by your side “see? no facial hair, plus that’s jasmine. i cut her off years ago, for a couple reasons”

the tears stopped but part of you didn’t believe him. he could tell.

“darling, i promise. id never cheat on you, i love you. i don’t need anyone else but you. i swear, this is actually from like what, 2016? i don’t know why its getting brought up now, but this shit happens all the time to people with a large following. it’s just the internet being annoying as always”

you bit your lip as you thought, he’s right. this stuff happens all the time. he loves you to much.

nodding you looked at the ground “i’m sorry” you managed to whimper out “aye, don’t be sorry hermosa, it’s one of them things that we will have to, now, learn how to avoid and address it. it’s not your fault your upset, i understand you and your feelings.”

“can i have a hug?” you whispered, that’s all you wanted to do right now. have his arms wrapped around his body. he let out a soft giggle and immediately pulled you into his arms.

“i’m still sorry though, i should have known pedro. it’s what happens now” you felt him shake his head “no sweetheart, you have every right to feel upset. especially when there’s pictures floating around” you pulled back and wiped your tears with the sleeve of your jumper.

“thank you” you let out a small laugh, what on earth was you thinking? him cheating? never.

“no problemo” he leaned down to kiss your temple “so, what do you say about having take out tonight? my treat” you smiled at him softly.

“as if i’d say no” he let out a small chuckle.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedroispunk #pedrostories #pascalispunk #pedro x reader #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal x y/n

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mrs-monaghan · 6 months

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regardless of another fun coincidence, the fact that jikook are known even by btb caption writers as the sun and moon duo, and then there’s a little lyric in there about sun and moon - who both have sun and moon tattoos? Hahaha ☀️💛🌙

Yasssss.

Both of them did it too!

And u cannot tell me this doesn't occur to them when they say/sing these lines.

Let's talk the MV for a sec. Of course there's the sexual innuendo

JK still talking about giving his lover that afterglow 😌

He swears by Jimin's good loving. It's that good.

He he he hee. Then we get to the Jikook coded part of the lyrics.

Omg feeeeeeeels 😭😭😭😭😭

Mmm!

Y'all can hate and yap all day. No one can ever take away what they've got. Between this and set me free, as a supporter hearing this,

Such a great song y'all. The lyrics. The aesthetics. The choreo that JK said is the best he's done yet. In his opinion. Giving MJ. Giving Neyo. I can't stop watching it... I can tell the views are gonna be high. As they should 🥰🥰

I wanna talk about the female lead for a sec. Which btw I still dk if its the same person or 3 😂 she looks different everytime. Anyhu, what exactly was her point?? I found her completely useless. Like, we could have done without her, right? For me the only purpose she serves is to show the afterglow JK gives his partner after he's done with him.

Other than that I'm not sure what purpose she serves in the MV 🤷🏽‍♀️ but, whatever.

So about this

Doesn't it remind you of this?

Did Jimin foreshadow? Or is it just another instance of Jikook concepts getting married?

Jaksal noted the same.

Also my friends pointed out how the line isn't straight 😏

I find that interesting... don't you?

On the topic of matching Jikook;

I dont care that PJMs and some Jkkrs have an issue with this. I will forever love it 😍😍

I love Jikook sm.

Bonus: this cute little edit 😂

From the snippet I didn't think I would like SNTY but I actually really love it. 💃🏾💃🏾💃🏾 It's so pleasing to the eye too!

#jungkook standing next to you #jikook analysis #ask shaz #bts ask #jikook #jikook matching #jikook concepts #jimin and jungkook #kookmin #minkook #bts #jimin #jungkook #park jimin #jeon jungkook #jungkook golden

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judysxnd · 1 year

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Pictures you take of Pedro : Vacation edition

I don’t know why but I struggle to do these? Not like writing them, but with the pictures. Every time I put another pic, it just puts the same as the first one 😭

A week off from work and you were both gone to the beach, needing to feel the hot sun on your skin, and swim a little. You enjoyed to stay on the sand, tanning, while Pedro went to swim. At some point he came back and sat next to you. You were on your phone, reading some articles, often texting some of your friends.

“How do you even see the screen?” Pedro just said as he was watching you carefully, his gaze wandering on your body from time to time. You laughed.

“I-I absolutely do not struggle to read at all” you said sarcastically. “I was bored” you shifted to face him, still holding your phone.

“You should have joined me, the water’s good”

“And leaving our stuff alone?”

“Good thinking” you both laughed. Your eyes went back to your phone, but you both kept talking. You wanted to unlock your phone but instead you opened the camera, so you decided to take this picture.

You never went to Chile, and Pedro took things in hand and booked a flight for the both of you to go there for two weeks. And it was amazing, he showed you so many things. One time, as you were walking back from the beach, he noticed a stand where you could drink coconut water directly in the coconut. He took your hand and just walked there. He took two, and you both sat down next to the stand and started to drink. You took this picture, locking a memory for life. It was one of the greatest trip ever.

You went hiking one day as the weather wasn’t too hot. You traveled to your family for a week during spring, and, not going to lie, it was like you were lost in the middle of the forest. But you took advantage of this, and decided to hike. As you did, at some point, (don’t even know how), you ended to a lake.

“The water doesn’t seem to be that cold” Pedro said

“Wait- you want to go in?” You laughed “we didn’t even take bathing suits” he smirked at you

“Who said we need them? There’s no one around us”

“You naughty boy” he just took his clothes off and went it the water, just like that. You took your phone out and took a picture, already knowing how you could caption it : “I’m pretty sure the water is under ten degrees but he went anyway”.

“A little cold at the beginning but you get used to it. Come on!”

You touched the water with your hand and gasped.

“A LITTLE cold? Are you kidding? It’s freezing! You’re going to get sick!”

“It will only be worth it if you join me!” He said, giving you puppy eyes that he knows you won’t resist. And he was right. You sighed, anticipating the cold water and getting sick afterwards, but you took your clothes off and joined him.

“Oh my god- why!! It’s freezing” he laughed

“Come here” he took your hands to get you closer to him.

“I hate you”

“Sure” he smiled, and kissed you. You stayed very close to him so that his heat could warm you up, as you enjoyed the view, talking a little, and also being children and playing around. You both ended up being sick afterwards but you had a lot of fun. He was right, it was worth it.

After hiking for a few hours to the mountain hut where you were going to stay, you took a break to enjoy the view. The mountains around, the sun, the temperature was perfect. You really enjoyed being able to travel a lot with Pedro. You weren’t used to that and always regretted not traveling before, but it was worth the wait.

You were sitting on a bench, and Pedro was standing a little further in front of you, feeling the warmth on him. You were taking pictures of the mountains, but in the middle, you took this one. This trip was definitely going to be added to the best ones.

#pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal imagine #i love him #imagine #fanfic #preferences

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player1064 · 2 months

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Hi! All such great carraville drabbles so far! If you’re still doing them, may I request them coming out publicly and the various reactions of news broadcasters, other ex/current footballers and of course, the internet. Thanks!

aaa thank you!!! and yessss I love fics where it's public reaction to stuff and i LOVE multi-media type fics so this was fun to write (even though i am much too lazy to come up with fake twitter usernames)

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Group: MU mob

Phillip: forwarded an instagram post by gneville2 Phillip: ???

Gary: what Gary: do u think I was too nice to him in the caption Gary: I can edit it to add something about scousers maybe Gary: or how he never won the league

Phillip: you and Carragher???

Gary: ?

Paul: whyd u make me look at that rot first thing in the morning Paul: put me off my breakfast that did

Ryan: im not installing instagram for this whats he done now

Nicky: ^

Phillip: he’s dating Carragher?????

Ryan: where have u been for the last 2 years its literally all he talks about

Phillip: America! I have been! In! America! Phillip: Gaz I can’t believe you told them and not me?

Paul: I wish he hadnt told us to be fair Paul: they r so annoying

Gary: sorry phil I mustve forgot Gary: timezones etc Gary: gtg we’re having breakfast before he has to head to studio 🥞😍

David: nice post Gary 😊🏳️‍🌈 Happy for you x

Chat: Stevie G

Missed call from Stevie

Stevie: Carra

Missed call from Stevie

Stevie: Jamie Lee Duncan Carragher Stevie: pick up your damn phone Stevie: you are shit at this best friend thing yknow Stevie: also Gary Neville??? Stevie: you were moaning about him when I called you just last week Stevie: but if he makes you happy that’s alright then Stevie: tell him he’s buying me a pint next time I’m home Stevie: in liverpool mind Stevie: don’t care if you love him you won’t see me in pub in manchester

The Daily Mail

LIVERPOOL AND MAN UTD LEGENDS JAMIE CARRAGHER AND GARY NEVILLE REVEAL GAY RELATIONSHIP?

Former rivals turned co-pundits posted Valentine’s day messages on their Instagram accounts which appear to show an intimate relationship between the two men, who were both married to women for over ten years. Neither has responded for comment.

Comments:

> they’re the worst pundits on sky anyway they don’t even try to hide the bias for their teams

> gary neville’s always trying to bring politics into everything rishi was right he should stick to football!

> well I will be getting my commentary from MOTD moving forward. wish I could cancel sky sports but can’t afford to miss all the match coverage so they will be getting a strongly worded letter from me instead.

The Guardian

OPINION: IT’S 2024. WHY HAS THE FOOTBALL WORLD NOT CAUGHT UP?

There are still no openly gay players in the top tier of the men’s game. Now that two retired premier league footballers have come out, we have to ask: why is this headline news?

Both Liverpool and Manchester United football clubs have posted messages in support of Neville & Carragher, and so have many current and former players. But it begs the question why they thought that support might not be implicit, or why the two pundits had to publicly “come out” at all.

Comments:

> tbh I didn’t even know who they were until I saw Beckham’s ig story 💀

> surprised Gerrard’s not said anything, thought he and Carragher were mates >>> probably can’t if he wants to keep his manager contract $$$

> the guardian: why is the media making a fuss about two ex-footballers coming out? the guardian: is part of the media making a fuss about two ex-footballers coming out…

Twitter

Sports - Trending Gary Neville 264k tweets

Jamie Carragher 151k tweets

@.1111 they’ve been obsessed with each other for years is anyone really surprised

@.222 ngl I thought Gary Neville was already out as gay? You’re telling me people have believed he’s straight this whole time??

@.333 it’s giving slow burn enemies to lovers 150k words…

@.444 sky already wheels the two of them out together whenever they need to promote ANYTHING I bet it’s gonna get 10x worse now

Chat: J ❤️

G 👹👸: good luck on show tonight G 👹👸: no vday dinner :( G 👹👸: I shall have to waste away and pine instead G 👹👸: drown my sorrows etc

J ❤️: should be back to hotel by 1 at the latest J ❤️: I know that’s past ur bedtime old man so don’t wait up

G 👹👸: I will be up (😉😉) and ready to give you your dessert 😘 G 👹👸: might have a cheeky nap before though to be fair

#sorry to stevie g for being slightly mean to him in this but well. i dont approve of his recent career choices <3 #thanks for the prompt!!! i really really enjoyed writing all the text messages daskjsghfdg #carraville #drabbles #place ur bets now did gary successfully wake from his nap on time to greet jamie or did he fall asleep immediately

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italiansteebie · 2 years

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autistic steve definitely uses his hair as a stim. tell me im wrong, i dare u.

i think he also has a stutter {EDIT 12/25/22: stutter mentioned is more of a speech disfluency, end of word stutter used, otherwise known as word final disfluency. hope this clears up a bit of confusion! I personally only deal with a stutter occasionally but it doesn't effect me in my everyday life.} after a meltdown.

drabble: steve had been in the bathroom for 30 minutes, and dustin was getting concerned. So were robin and eddie who were there too, it was movie night.

when he thinks about it, he had noticed steve looking a little odd, and maybe a little antsy. every few seconds he'd shift in his seat and run his hands through his hair. dustin thinks if he looked close enough he would see his bones vibrating.

dustin was getting up to go check on him, and it seems robin had the same idea because she'd already made her way towards the bathroom door. dustin didn't let this stop him though, he was hot on her heels behind her.

he paused as she knocked on the door, he could hear steve humming through the thin wood door. steve doesn't give them enough credit. dustin had clocked him the moment he met him. he never made eye contact, couldn't read between the lines, and needed very clear instructions. just like mike. and max, if you want to be technical.

robin had noticed all of this too, of course. so hearing the frantic humming coming through the door was a bit concerning. she knocked again a little louder, gaining the attention of eddie, who was still in the living room. there was no answer, and the three of them looked at each other.

"stevie?" eddie asked tentatively, he'd never seen steve like this. he could tell he was having trouble masking during the movie, but didn't think much of it when he got up to go to the bathroom.

"ju-just-t.... a- a sec-ond." steves wrecked voice finally sounded through the door. robin sighed, how long had he had his hands pressed uncomfortably against his ears? too long, she thought as she moved to grab his ear defenders.

walking back, she picked the lock, opening the door, slipping in and closing the door as quickly as she opened it. they were talking quietly.

"steve you should have told one of us."

"so-orr-sssorry,"

"don't say sorry, dingus. we care about you. we want you to know that."

eddie felt a little bad about listening in, but he couldn't help the way his shoulders relaxed when hearing steves aggressive humming calm down a little bit.

dustin decided to give them privacy, and eddie followed. robin had a hold on it and eddie knew dustin trusted her enough to take care of him.

ten minutes later, steve and robin came out of the bathroom, steves face red and tear streaked, hands ringing out the last of the meltdown. "can, c-ca-an, we t... tur-n the movie down a-a l, l-ittle, please?"

almost immediately dustin lunges for the remote, muting the TV and turning on the closed captioning.

"Th- Than... Thank-k you."

"of course, buddy!" dustin said, smiling brightly.

steve might've had a bit of a rough night, but it ended smoother than it started with his friends by his side.

#steve harrington #stranger things #robin buckley #eddie munson #best friend robin #autistic steve harrington #dustin henderson #autistic robin buckley #steve has a meltdown #meltdown #steve has a stutter #best friend robin buckley #best friend dustin #brotherly dustin henderson #steve harrington drabble #steddie but not really

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hemmohaze · 27 days

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The One With The Camera.

Warnings: Cursing

August 2019

"Ei mãe!" Bianca answered her phone, setting her camera down and leaning against a mural she was photographing. She always had the brightest smile on her face whenever one of her parents called.

" Oi, querido" Her mom said with a smile on her face sitting on the patio of her childhood home in San Antonio.

Bianca currently works as UCLA's photographer for the campus, ranging from highlighting the art that students have made and displayed around school to creating posters for upcoming events on campus.

Her and her mom continued talking until her roommate, Ashlyn sent her a text urging her to come back to their shared apartment.

Bianca got to their apartment as Ashlyn basically dragged her in and sat her on the couch.

"Ouch jeez could you pull my damn arm any harder!" Bianca exclaimed once she sat down.

Ashlyn disregarded her statement as she was pacing back and forth around the apartment while having the biggest Cheshire cat smile.

Ashlyn ran a podcast on campus called The Ashlyn Show almost a direct hit to her favorite show as a kid 'The Amanda Show even if the creator of the show was a complete creep.

She talks about topics ranging from the Sephora kids she's been seeing on TikTok to environmental issues. Bianca also films and edits every video she does.

"Okay so you know how I've been sending countless emails and messages to the radio staff to have musical guests on my podcast right every week, just to bring in more viewers?" She started.

Bianca shook her head yes as she picked at the skin around her grown out acrylic nails.

"So obviously I've been getting some pretty shit soundcloud producers and rappers." Bianca's lips pursed into a thin line as she raised an eyebrow. "Don't look at me like that."

"Well look no further than here, 5 Seconds of Summer are coming on the podcast in less than 15 minutes!" Ashlyn exclaimed, shaking Bianca's tattooed hands and jumping up and down with her.

"Oh my god shut up! I love their newest single 'Teeth' so much. Not to mention I've had the biggest celebrity crush on their lead singer ever since I was 12 and saw him doing covers on Youtube."

"I'm telling you this would be a great opportunity for both of us, you can plug your video and editing skills and I could woo Ashton with my impressive conversion skills." Ashlyn suggested while dramatically flipping her long red hair over her left shoulder.

"Hey, you guys have matching hair colors. I guess it's a sign." Bianca joked with her.

"Oh my goodness you're right!!" Ashlyn said, taking the joke seriously. Bianca just chuckled at her friend.

Bianca's eyes soon widened as she racked over her appearance. An old graphic tee, some biker shorts and her beat up black converse. "I didn't even straighten my hair today. I look all bruto e catraca." She pointed to the messy strands of brunette curls falling out of her bun that she spent too much time this morning that she'd rather not mention.

Ashlyn scoffed as she grabbed her studio keys and clutch wallet from the bowl at the door. “Oh please you look gorgeous as always."

Bianca sighed and collected her video camera, lenses, and tripod before following Ashlyn across campus and into her studio that she rents in the radio station.

"They should be here within the next 5 minutes. I'm gonna go pee before I piss myself mid interview. You can set up your camera and video stuff over there." Ashlyn pointed in the middle of the room

"Well if you did that Ashton would be surprised! I don't think it would be a good surprise nonetheless a surprise." Bianca yelled as Ashlyn flipped her off from behind.

Bianca laughed as she set up her video camera and tripod and scrolled on her phone on instagram stories to wait for Ashlyn to return from the bathroom.

She stopped at the @5SOS instagram story as it was a picture of Luke walking across their campus with the caption of 'Tune into our interview on 'The Ashlyn Show' podcast 2pm EST/ 11am PST'

Ashlyn returned less than 2 minutes later and started turning on her LED lights around the small space and turned on all the mics to make sure they worked correctly. She turned on their song 'Teeth' as the boys came in. Bianca got up and turned her livestream onto the waiting room page and set the timer for 3 minutes.

They all shook her hand and sat down while introducing themselves. Bianca looked everywhere except in Luke's direction. He looked so good in his yellow satin shirt and black jeans, his signature boots on his feet. Such a simple outfit but on his tall frame it had her weak in the knees.

"Hi guys! It's me, Ashlyn and welcome back to The Ashlyn Show. Obviously you guys know Bianca," Ashlyn dramatically held her left hand out towards the girl who peeped her head in the camera frame and waved. "Hey guys."

"Andddd that was Teeth by 5 Seconds of Summer, their latest single! Thank you guys so much for taking the time out of your busy day to come chat!" Ashlyn spoke to the video camera Bianca had set up to livestream.

"Thank you so much for having us, we hope people enjoy us fucking around for about 3 hours." Micheal joked after 2 minutes of awkward silence. Bianca made a mental note to herself bleep most of the cuss words they use when she goes to edit.

The interview was going great. They had amazing chemistry with Ashlyn as she kept up with their jokes and chaotic energy, Bianca even joined in on some of the jokes with them.

Ashton made a joke about the two having matching hair as Ashlyn blushed redder than a tomato. Bianca even started laughing along with them which she felt Luke’s eyes on her whenever she did.

Within 10 minutes of the interview starting, they already had close to 100,000 people watching them, the most viewers they've seen all year. Close to the end of the interview, Luke subtly found Bianca's instagram account through the podcast account.

After the interview they guys had to leave to go do more press interviews. Luke was bummed out because he really wanted to talk to Bianca.

Back in the car Luke finally had the guts to follow Bianca's instagram thanks to Calum basically grabbing his phone and doing it for him. It took everything in him to not follow her professional one as well, he thought that'd be a little stalker vibes, he did scroll through it though.

—————

Bianca stood in the kitchen as she watched her instant microwave noodles spin when she felt her phone buzz in the waistband of her Victoria's Secret pink pajama shorts. She pulled it out and saw an Instagram notification she never thought it a million years would she see.

@lukehemmings started following @biancaferreia.

"Ash! Ashlyn! Oh my god you have to see this." Bianca turned to the girl laying across the couch watching The First 48.

"What?" She said with a mouth full of hot cheeto’s.

She flipped the phone to as her eyes widened in shock. "No way!! He followed you? How'd he get your instagram??"

"Im pretty sure it's on the bio of the podcast instagram." She quickly replied. "Do I follow him back??"

"What kind of question is that! Yes of course!”Ashlyn said while lightly smacking her arm.

"Okay you really need to not do that." Bianca said rubbing her arm slightly.

@biancaferrera followed @lukehemmings

She put her phone face down on the kitchen counter and stirred her noodles and added pepper until 10 minutes later her phone buzzed twice. Bianca's eyes widened in suprise and shock.

@lukehemmings sent you a DM.

" Did you just get a message from THE Luke Hemmings?" Ashlyn said looking over her shoulder.

"I guess so yeah." She said unsurely.

Bianca's tattooed hand shaked in excitement and nerves as she opened the message.

'I know your probably wondering how I got your instagram aren't you😂' The message read

'Well I mean I'm not not wondering. I'm yet flattered and scared at the same time' She replied back.

'Well I got it from the podcast account. I didn't expect you to follow back so fast.'

'How could I not?! A really famous guy from my favorite band followed me, the 12 year old in me is screaming'

They stayed texting back and forth for another 4 hours until she stopped responding at close to midnight because she passed out from exhaustion from editing.

——————

Bianca was currently at their upstairs neighbor's apartment babysitting their 7 year old, Ethan. She was on her 3rd energy drink of the day, babysitting a 7 year old can be a lot of work especially when she was up late editing their interview and doing some lab report essay for her Physics class that was due two days ago but her teacher is still accepting it.

She kept checking her phone to see if Luke responded to her messages but nothing. She assumed he was busy, I mean he was a rockstar.

Until then she got a DM while Ethan was napping.

'I know this is gonna sound so crazy but I'm in Southern California for another week, wanna possibly get a coffee together?' The message read. Bianca had to read it five times until she came up with a response.

'Yeah that sounds awesome! I know this place about 10 minutes from me.'

'Pick you up around 3 tomorrow?'

'Absolutely!'

'Sounds like a plan then:)'

#luke hemmings #luke hemmings smut #luke hemmings fanfic #5sos #micheal clifford #ashton irwin #calum hood #luke hemmings imagine

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kaitosannnn · 6 days

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To friends, fans the GazettE, fans vkei and the GazettE team

There is an event that

One person secretly downloaded the video I edited and posted without asking permission on the 16th. last April

It was a day when everyone mourned the passing of an artist that everyone, the GazettE fan, loved so much

That person downloaded my clip and posted it on Tiktok He didn't give permission and didn't credit my name at all

I looked at his Tiktok account for a week, So I went to comment on his post. I thought he would credit me in the comments of his post, but no, He deleted all my comments to him yesterday

So I posted the story, But in the story post I used the wrong terminology and I apologize

Moments after I posted the story, he DMed me using his personal Instagram account content according to the video [I'll summarize it for you]

♤ He asked if I was a videographer [ I made a typo in the content of my story post. I apologize I'm just the owner of this edited video ]

♤ He says I don't respect the artists who have passed away [ I posted a video I edited in tribute to an artist who had passed away, If people follow me, they probably saw that I posted you think I don't grieve over the passing of my beloved artist? I do too and people who edit videos like me Is it so wrong to put cute songs in edited videos? Didn't you read what Ruki-san said about Reita-san? "I'm sure he would rather hear you guys saying, "That guy was awesome!" than seeing you sad" Because of this sentence so I have the energy to edit the video for everyone's pleasure and recommended the song, So what do you do it for? ]

♤ He tried to get my video editing template to remove my name from the video [ You can't remove my name from the video I edited like this, you disrespect me Editing videos is not easy,So you came to steal intellectual property like this, do you think you did it right? and in the other videos you posted, did you ask for permission or credit? If everyone watches this video, you will see that he asks this question so often and he rarely answers my questions ]

♤ The last message he sent me [ He used rude words towards me and he tried to teach me before he sent me his last message he tried to label me as the wrong person you can view the messages in the chat and who is at fault? Everyone should know]

I won't be rude, as everyone who follows me should already know, but with people like this, I wouldn't try to be rude and other people in the past have given credit under every one of his comments or posts but that person didn't

In the message I sent him I just ask that he give credit under his comment or delete and repost and give me credit It's not just claiming to be on video

♡ Finally, to anyone who wants to download my edited video or someone else's, please ask for permission first and credit the name of the owner

I would like to ask for the opinion of everyone who has watched this video and all the messages in the caption, How do I fix this situation? I thank you so much And sorry for wasting your time

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bluepuppethidinginafilingcabinet · 1 year

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here we go y’all

this weeks silly little (probably actually quite long) puppet history notes/commentary

this weeks woosh caption: “an echo of a dinosaur roar from the cretaceous period” spooky

hi maya

oh we’re putting ryan in shackles now huh

classic mario kart story tbh

professor getting flashbacks over here

i’m very excited about this topic

i fucking love paper. imagine inventing paper. that’s so cool.

paper is an s tier invention. i’m right.

vietnam seems chill.

wow the professor really said okay leave then

i really want it to be a frog plague

it’s not a frog plague :(

it’s a new dynasty. because history.

evil echoing laugh is back

i thought it was before common era……..

yo this man out here excecuting his sons and grandkid

“would y’all ever kill your own-“ PROFESSOR NO

i love when a wholeass river changes course. multiple times.

the professor snores huh

uhhhh you’re in the theatre fake professor

oh boy a tax increase

ummmm there’s a lot of glitching

the box is suspicious as always

i swear if they put taxes on tea that’d be funny

did i misunderstand the question or did they? who knows

salt and fish were apparently the answers

the horse wife is back. even though she should be dead. and in puppet purgatory.

this is a fun little ad

the professor just standing there like 🧍

i wanna build a watcher kingdom. shame i have no money.

i’ve decided to stan these two sisters. this may not end well for me considering history.

that’s a very you joke to make ryan

ryan wants to be a product of the immaculate conception via shaq apparently

these two are slaying

oh damn that’s a tiger. damn.

it has 3 eyes

an 18 did nothing???? huh

she really just attacked with kale. and lost a hand.

(items falling in background)

oop bye bye head. that’s unfortunate

THEY HUNG HIS BODY FROM THE GATES?????

or maybe they didn’t. welp. who knows.

boooo patriarchy

we’re assuming he’s dead. got it.

i love a war pyramid scheme

if you wouldn’t do war with your friends what’s the point? like are you really friends?

also this lady slays. i love her.

what is the professor on?

claiming immortality apparently

four things she promised. huh. okay my guesses. revenge. salt. gold. and cotton candy. because why not.

damn i want a country wide lazy river

edit: THE PROFESSOR KEEPS IGNORING THE LAZY RIVER MENTIONS

okay if the make out sessions start now. how do you fight the war??

slay okay. revenge. restoring lineage. avenge death of husband. attain goals. uhhh okay. sure.

well if it works it works i suppose

little devil horns on ryan is fun

15 JELLY BEANS EACH???????

ah yeah a swing of the hips wins the troops over. sure ryan.

trung be slaying

IM SORRY THIS LADY OUT HERE GIVING BIRTH AND CONTINUING THE FIGHT?????

ah yes an army of women swinging babies around

women can in fact kill too. so true professor.

no taxes? that’s… a choice…

i too am waiting for the other shoe to drop

boooo i don’t like this

yeahhhhh well that’s unfortunate

they still slayed

oh the bigger entity takes out the smaller huh ryan?

okay so the options are, they die, they die, or they die

oh we don’t know. okay. well. i’m starting to think that we don’t actually know when people die.

kinda baller that they never surrendered

imagine being dragged up to heaven by your ankles. that’d be an experience.

history is in fact petty

the women really be getting things done in this story. as they should.

damn that’s a speech right there

this is such as slay

the tiger is back. very pretty puppet. fluffy.

ryan does have a point when he called it a johnny cash tiger

“and now i’m fucking dead” that’s so awkward for you tiger

he’s very upset about this huh

professor be ignoring the algorithm again

professor you can’t just call people supple

egg professor has eyebrows

this is so odd

so shane. what. is. going. on.

#watcher #watcher entertainment #we are watcher #all hail the watcher #ryan bergara #shane madej #puppet history #puppet history season 5 #the professor

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cloudslostlibrary · 2 years

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A new book has been found !

Book Title: Where’s My Hoodie?

Characters: CC! Georgenotfound, Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: You’re staying over at your friend George’s house when your hoodie seemingly goes missing.

TWs: a few swears, one mention of getting food

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“I left to film something for Tommy, I should be back around 7pm.

Text if you need anything, George.”

“Seven?” You checked the time on your phone, “that’s a while from now, I wonder what they’re up to.” Crumbling up the note your friend had written, you threw it in the trash bin.

“Hmm, what should I do in the meantime?” You thought to yourself.

You checked your phone again, the lock screen read, “1:05pm”. With six hours to waste until George would return, you started wandering around the house. Eventually you made your way into the bathroom and decided to take a shower. Relaxing in the steamy water you got clean, even brushing your teeth in the shower to prolong the warmth.

Once you finally decided it was time, you stepped out of the shower. You dried yourself off before wrapping yourself in a towel to go try and find some clothes to wear.

After about five minutes of rummaging through your bag and the living room, you sat down on the couch, bewildered. “Where’s my hoodie…? I had it before I went to sleep last night. George didn’t move it, did he?” You asked yourself.

Deciding that your hoodie didn’t grow legs and walk away on its own, you thought it would be best to text George. After all, maybe he knew where your hoodie had gone?

“Hey George! I know you’re busy but I can’t seem to find my hoodie anywhere, do you happen to know where it is?” You read over the text a few times before hitting send.

A few minutes later your phone buzzed. You picked it up and unlocked it.

“Oh- George responded,” you said to yourself, “that was awfully quick.”

“Hey Y/n, I accidentally took your hoodie with me when I left this morning. Tommy’s been making fun of me for it the whole time we’ve been shooting LOL”

You smiled at the thought of Tommy making fun of George for wearing you hoodie before another text quickly popped up.

“You can just throw on one of my hoodies if it’s just a hoodie you want though”

“Alright, thanks!” You texted in response, tossing your phone on the couch and walking to George’s room.

George had many hoodies, most from his friend’s merch drops or his own. There were a few he definitely stole from you and a few you had given him as well. He would never admit it but he loved stealing your hoodies, even if just for you to have a reason to visit and take it back. When you were both younger, you would share clothes often. Whether you had spilled something on yourself or just ran out of clothes, George was always willing to offer you his wardrobe.

You chose to wear George’s Corpse hoodie, wearing a pair of black shorts to match it. You looked at yourself in the mirror, “damn, why do I look so good though-”

You laughed and made your way back to the couch, sitting down. You were scrolling through twitter for a while, looking at edits of George that had been made from his stream last night, laughing at how ridiculous he looked. You saw a gif someone made of him getting hit by a stuffed animal you had thrown at him. You were smiling until you saw the caption, “Y/n and George would be such a cute couple!” You quickly closed your phone, blushing and deciding to throw on a movie.

At some point during the movie your eyes started to take longer and longer to reopen after blinking. Eventually they just stopped opening and you fell asleep. It wasn’t common for you to just randomly fall asleep in the middle of the day but you had gotten very little sleep the night before.

Last night George decided that one in the morning would be a great time to start streaming, essentially keeping you up all night with his antics. Messing around with you the whole time.

You had a great time, even though you wouldn’t dare admit it. Most of the stream you were messing around with George. Throwing things at him while he was trying to play bedwars to throw off his rhythm. Chat knew you were there obviously. You told them that you wouldn’t go in front of the camera, but you’d still be there to talk and mess with George. Sure didn’t stop chat from asking for you however.

George got home around seven like the note said he would. He opened the door and walked quietly upstairs to the living room. Setting down his stuff and looking around. He furrowed his brows when he didn’t see you immediately. George stepped forwards to turn off the idle tv and jumped when he noticed you on the couch.

He smiled at you for a second before reaching down to softly shake you awake, “hey, sleepy, get up.”

“Hey,” you mumbled in response, wiping the sleep from your eyes before sitting up, “how did the recording go?”

“It went well,” George had a stupid smile on his face as he looked down at you. Seemingly infatuated by the mere sight of you.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You asked, staring confused back at the man.

“Sorry,” He started, breaking his gaze, “you just- you look great.” George chuckled, walking away from where you sat on the couch and into his kitchen.

“Oh,” you followed him, “thanks?”

“You should wear my clothes more often, you- you really do look amazing.” George spoke softly, putting on a pot of coffee.

“Maybe I should,” you added, causing you and George to blush at your remark.

George walked over and leaned towards you.

“Is he going to kiss me??” You thought to yourself before George finished his action as an awkward hug.

“Oh-” you thought, “Of course it was a hug. We’re just friends. Stupid.”

“I’m glad you could visit, I’ve missed hanging out with you.” George finished, pulling away the hug. “Do you want to go get some food or something?”

“Uh- sure?” You said awkwardly.

George turned to walk towards the door.

“Oh fuck it,” you thought to yourself before catching up to him and grabbing George’s arm, turning him around.

“What-” George’s question was interrupted by you swiftly placing a kiss on his soft lips, slowly pulling away after a second or so.

“I’m- I’m so sorry, I thought-” George cut you off this time by resting his hand on your cheek and kissing you back.

You both pulled away, resting your foreheads together.

“You’ve got nothing to be sorry for Y/n, I’M sorry for not doing that years sooner.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes and playfully shoving George away from you.

“You’re such an idiot.”

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onlylovingstrangers · 2 years

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Mornings on Jupiter

“I think we made a wrong turn,” Miya Osamu says, crossing his wrists over the top of the steering wheel.

It's a move that shows off his conditioned, well defined arms. You might be impressed, except it's six in the morning, and you've been driving all night. Not to mention you still haven’t reached your destination — the venue at which your best friend Kira and the other Miya twin might have their wedding — the whole reason you had set out on this journey in the first place.

“Oh, you think.”

“I'm sensing a lot of aggression from the passenger seat.”

“Miya,” you sigh. “You said to ‘let me handle it.’ You said you knew the way. You said…” A glance towards the subject reveals your frustrations are falling on deaf ears. “...are you really on TikTok right now?”

“Give me a minute,” he murmurs. “This intersection looks familiar.” You’re contemplating murder when he triumphantly shoves his phone towards you. “I knew it!”

The Tiktok is paused to a shot displaying a blurry street of storefronts. Osamu points to your left, where out the window you see the same lineup. The caption reads: “revisiting my hometown haunts: food edition.”

“How about that?”

You don’t want to admit anything, but it is a pretty cool coincidence, and whatever shows on your face causes Osamu to adopt a triumphant grin. ��I think we should take a detour and check some of these places out.”

You answer immediately. “No.”

His smile drops. “Why?”

“Because we need to be at the hotel by…” you scramble for your phone. “1!”

“Yeah, and it’s 6 right now,” Osamu points out.

“Well, we were supposed to have checked into our ryokan a few hours ago. We were supposed to sleep. I’m tired.”

“Something in your belly will do wonders. And this is a productive detour! After all, the guests will need to eat.”

You’re slightly swayed, but still not convinced. Personally you think a nap would do more wonders than breakfast. Your stomach chooses this moment to grumble. Loudly.

Osamu raises his eyebrows.

“Okay,” you fight the urge to blush. “So where are we going?”

ᰔᩚ

The first stop is a small kaiseki restaurant, which has just opened when you arrive. You slip off your shoes at the entrance and follow Osamu to a table. “Ohayō gozaimasu,” the owner greets.

The menu changes every season, based on when ingredients are the most fresh. You place your orders, and soon find laid out in front of you miso soup, rice, grilled mackerel, tamagoyaki, some greens, pickled daikon, natto, and nori. The taste of the ingredients are simple, but have great harmony, and the textures of each dish complement each other well. Quietly the two of you dig in.

After a few moments Osamu speaks up. “Reminds me of breakfast at my grandma’s house.”

“I know! At home mornings were so rushed, we just had steamed buns or bread for breakfast. My grandparents always took time to prepare and eat traditional meals.”

Osamu hums in agreement. He finishes his bite, and says: “I had volleyball practice in the mornings, and we always got there early to impress our captain. Sometimes I skipped breakfast.”

Your mood has noticeably risen. As you chew, you look out the window as the sun makes its way across the sky, shining on the greenery adjacent to the restaurant.

“That doesn’t sound smart, exercising on an empty stomach.”

“I learned later to take care of myself.”

It doesn’t take long for you to finish your meals. After the dishes are cleared away, the owner brings out a small dish of apple slices.

“Oh thank you so much,” you exclaim. Osamu rests his chin in his hand and smiles when you gesture at him excitedly.

“Somehow eating these, I feel like a child again,” he remarks, as he bites the tip off.

“I remember until middle school I would only eat apple slices that were cut to look like a bunny. And my parents indulged me. I was so spoiled.”

“You were loved,” he says.

“What were you like as a child?”

“Annoying, probably. What about you?”

“Loved,” you tell him. You like the way he tilts his head back when he laughs.

ᰔᩚ

“I honestly don’t think I can squeeze in another meal,” you say, but you sit down onto the chair Osamu holds out anyways.

You’ve spent the past five hours walking and chatting in a large park. It’s the time of year when flowers are just beginning to wilt, and they are at the peak of beauty, right before their demise. It’s your favorite time of year.

You tell this to Osamu. In return you learn that his favorite time of year is winter, because that is the season when octopus are cheapest. You tell him about the adventures you and Kira embarked upon as unruly children, and later, unruly adults; he tells you about the memories he made with his volleyball team, and what it meant for him to make positive, strong bonds at such a formative age. It’s evident how much he cares about his teammates to this day, given how up-to-date he is with everyone’s circumstances.

“It’s funny,” Osamu says. “Our motto was ‘we don’t need memories.’”

“That’s… intense. Mine was ‘your wings to the world,’” you offer. “But I’ve seen your uniforms. They were better than mine.”

“What were you like in high school?”

“Boring… Average… Underwhelming? At least my parents never had to worry about my grades. How about you?”

He thinks for a bit. “My parents worried, but my grades weren’t as bad as Tsumu’s. They raged for days when he said he didn’t want to go to college. He gets all the attention.” The last part of his statement is said without malice, but it doesn’t escape your notice.

You can’t remember what your first impression of Osamu was, but surely you never imagined him being such a good conversation partner, full of introspective questions and depth. The time spent with him has passed quickly, and it seems that you’ve only finished breakfast an hour ago when you two arrive at the next destination — a family run udon shop. You order a kamaage udon and a chicken tempura.

Over steaming bowls and the occasional soft crunch, you two discuss fears (“spiders,” “middle age,” “I think middle aged me would look good” “Dilf aspirations?”), what your ideal weekends look like (“staying in and not doing anything.” “Maybe having a friend over?” “True, true”) and the upcoming wedding.

This is a tender topic to touch upon, perhaps because it’s the sole reason for the two of you to bond in the first place. You’re reminded that Osamu isn’t actually your friend. But he could become one, you reason.

“How do you feel about your brother getting married?”

“Annoyed that he got there before me.” Osamu nods appreciatively at your laugh. “But I do feel a bit… behind. He’s clearly in love and found the person he wants to spend forever with, and I’m… still. I don’t know. But he’s always been ahead of me.”

“Mm, that’s a valid thought process,” you think. “But you have different ways of life and are on different paths that it’s hard to compare. I mean, you’ve just opened the Tokyo branch of Onigiri Miya… but obviously easier said than done, it’s hard not to compare, when he’s your twin brother, so…”

You’re floundering. Luckily, Osamu gets the gist of what you mean, and he nods thoughtfully. “What about you? How do you feel about your best friend getting married?”

“Mainly emotional,” you say honestly. “I can’t honestly say these emotions are one hundred percent positive, but I am filled with pure happiness that she’s loving and being loved the way she deserves. She’s like a sister to me, you know.”

“You want the best for her,” he supplies.

“Exactly.”

ᰔᩚ

The hotel turns out to be a bust — not nearly big enough to seat all of the families that will be present, in addition to Tsumu’s teammates, Kira’s friends from college. Oddly you don’t feel as though the time sunk into this journey has been a waste.

For dinner, you and Osamu decide to stop by a convenience store and grab some snacks for the drive home, since neither of you are very hungry. “Let’s buy one of every onigiri, to see how they match up to yours,” you suggest, holding up mentaiko roe and shrimp tempura versions of the rice ball.

“As if they could,” Osamu scoffs, but he takes them from your hand anyways and arranges them into the basket.

You grab a random handful of Pocky containers and a packet of jelly sticks. Osamu peruses the refrigerated section, weighing between two daifuku brands.

“Let’s get them both.”

“I want mochi, too.”

The two of you end up leaving the store each holding a heavy bag. Once you’re settled in the car, you simultaneously rip open the first thing in reach.

“Not as good as yours,” is your verdict as you hand him your rice ball.

“Strawberry flavored pocky is the best,” he replies.

“I have to disagree with that! Chocolate flavored is the best.”

“Is this where we part ways?”

You pretend to unbuckle your seat belt. “I think it is…”

Laughing, he pulls you by the arm. “Agree to disagree.”

“Maybe.”

The car is filled with quiet munching sounds and the occasional appreciative sigh as the sun melts and drips color into the horizon, staining it wonderful shades of red and orange and pink. The day is over and another will begin.

The weekend has come to an end. Tomorrow you go back to work, crunching numbers and commiserating with your colleagues. Maybe that’s why you don’t want to depart just yet. You think Osamu must feel the same way, given how he watches the sun set silently, without making a move to start the car.

Still, it’s best to leave while there’s still light.

“We should go,” you say quietly.

He blinks. The sun is generous, shaping his face with golden highlights and purple shadows. “You’re right.”

ᰔᩚ

There are no detours on the way home, and you wake suddenly. The sky is dark out and the car is still. Osamu is parked right outside your complex.

“Oh my gosh, did you wait long?” You surreptitiously check your cheeks for any trails of suspicious wetness. Thankfully there are none.

“Nah, don’t worry about it. You should go in.”

“Yeah.”

Neither of you makes a move. You have an early day tomorrow, you remind yourself.

“Okay, yeah. Thanks for the ride, Osamu—”

“—Can we do this again?”

Another pause. This time you might be smiling. You’re really unsure of what you look like, but the expression on Osamu’s face is one of uncertainty and veiled hope.

“I’d love that.”

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whichwoods · 10 months

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So I was thinking and my brain came up with something. In LSTS are there edits and fan fiction of members of the royal family? Like do Luke and Aemond have separate fan bases and then when they get married the fan bases have their fair share of union and war (we can never escape toxic fans)?

anon i am kissing you on the forehead for this ask. 💕 i did some research for this and on ao3 there's like just over 600 rpf fics for the british royal family so on the fanfic route i'll say...kind of? like they're out there but that's not a big cause for concern, most are about older members of the family or are just crossovers with like spy series or works of fiction where meetings would make sense

as for EDITS and all other things social media i have a whole slew of thoughts on this. it's an entire thesis paper's worth but i'll try to condense some below 🥲

getting this out of the way, i don't think lsts aemond OR luke are very active on social media. (perhaps i'm projecting)

i actually think aemond has zero non-private accounts, though people will sometimes see him comment on his family's posts and others here and there. it's usually just a couple nice words or emojis on one of helaena's posts of her kids or something like a video going around of a little kid claiming their first dragon (this is actually good for public opinion of him lol)

luke i could see him having a few public-facing accounts, though he mostly uses his private ones that only, like, the green and black siblings and maybe three of his friends have access to. on his public accounts he does the occasional cute family/friend photo dump (these are rare and people are always greedy for them), posts for family philanthropy stuff, videos of arrax, and he'll come out of left field sometimes with a video or long-ass caption explaining a very niche scientific concept in draconology or a high valyrian history lesson (cue the "wait i forgot he's smart" comments - from his family, not the people of westeros)

that being said the royal family of westeros - all noble houses at that - have several official accounts where they're all regularly posted and some office worker is writing up captions about the official going-ons in their lives, so they're still SEEN

they're also both dragged for interviews at least a few times a year by various outlets (a lot of material for edits and other fan content are scraped from these). luke i can picture being made to do something like one of vogue's "get ready with me" videos (which are usually a hit; despite how much he hates doing them luke is very charming and has a talent for picking stories to tell about the family that won't cause outcry but are also more human and engaging than most that westeros gets to hear).

i also think it'd be funny if luke and aemond, or any of the kids, did something kind of like "drunk histories" (except NOT that bc being drunk on television is a big no-no for royals, more like abridged or uncensored histories?) where they're actually allowed to make jokes, and most of the nation finds out aemond actually has a personality and can laugh from watching him discuss aegon the conqueror with luke 🥲 (maybe this also gets them a small pool of "truthers")

lucky for them their social media history sort of works in their favor when it's time for a shot-gun wedding. a lot of people assume they've been dating for years and just kept it quiet 😭

that being said, aemond is one of the most handsome, eligible bachelors in westeros and teenagers will be teenagers, so there is some mourning that takes place when the wedding is announced. luke is also considered gorgeous and some alpha-incels who're fixated on him probably have a couple things to say, too. for normal people, though, it's a lot of joke-y posts like "that should be ME!!!" while still ultimately wishing them well

(also there's like five of the aforementioned lucemond truthers frothing at the mouth posting "I TOLD YOU!!!1111!!!!11!!!")

i'm sorry this is messy truthfully i could talk so much more about this!! 😭 i'll end on the note that this definitely changes when they start their family :)

#lsts #tysm for this ask!!#also #this is far too stupid to be mentioned in the fic and idk how it'll ever see the light of day #but when they're like teenagers luke has a p low-stakes accident but needs to be hooked for a monitor #and jace snaps a pic of him while he's napping unhooked in the hospital bed #so it looks like he flatlined😭#the pic is circulated among the green and black siblings for years as a joke until one day somehow someway it gets leaked #and like a year later it's used in one of those conspiracy videos like “lucerys velaryon replaced by clone??????”#jace and aemond think it's the best thing that's ever happened #luke was already mad abt the pic now he's madder #wynch writing

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thequeenofmyownscreen · 1 year

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Sixteen things I noted about CR2E108 “Traveler Con”

FINALLY IT'S HERE

Love when the captions are dragging Sam :

Wait ? Are they going to talk to the Moonweaver, just before the day where the Traveler is pretending to be her ??? That seems like a bad idea !!

"The Mighty Nein : Codependency Issues" sounds about right ? No joke though I immensely love every scene Liam initiates, and this scene did not disappoint. Liam is a masterful player who is also a DM and it shows here : he wants to throw threads of the next arc, and wants them to come up organically. Also Caleb clearly stating his goals is so refreshing, thinking back on what he used to do and who he used to be at the beginning of the campaign. Asking for help ? Character growth ! Also the idea that both Beau and Yasha find meaning in the Mighty Nein... "you guys are my family"... UGLY CRYING AT THE FOUND FAMILY TROPE

Fjord, as another person is coming to him for direction in their life : "I don't know if I give off some sort of a sense of knowing shit..." Beau : "You kind of do, yeah." Fjord : "I really don't. It is a liiiiiiiiiiie..."

Fjord & Beau's discussion about loves, oh my GOD i love them so much. Fjord wasn't shocked when Beau said she has/had a crush on Jester (the Doylist explanation : Travis forgot Fjord wasn't supposed to know ; the Watsonian explanation : even Fjord got it because Beau ain't subtle). I love that it wasn't just about crushes, and that Fjord explained how he felt about life in general and his own journey through it : "I feel like I'm the fourth version of myself since I left Port Damali." I can't wait to see the meta on this scene on tumblr dot com

Beau is living her best life : she can get drunk, but she never has do have a hangover because she's immune to poison.

Oh yes, you bet your ass that I googled "Immigrant Song harp" and "Run to the Hills harp" after Ashley referenced them in describing Yasha's concert.

The Traveler's speech, basically : "This ceremeony with dicks thrown into lava is about... huh... separating yourself from the mortal plane ??! YES ! also fuck the patriarchy lol." I love Marisha hiding herself behind her stuff, wheezing with laughter : "this is SUCH a disaster !"

AND THEN she misinterpreted Celia's action and Beau just tackled her on the ground. How can it be more chaotic at this point ?

Nevermind Sehanine herself intervened and was like "Hum... bitch !" Remember when I said (in my own post, like, this one, further up) that this whole plan was a bad idea ? Yup !

I truly think Jester was ready to sacrifice herself and go with Artagan, chained up, into the Feywild. Only Fjord managed to make her think about the consequences for her and her friends.

"There's gotta be a prison on the moon, right ?" MARISHA DO NO SAY THAT AFTER WHAT I JUST SAW IN CR3

Also I did saw the moon conspiracy video an amazing Critter edited and I... don't believe conspiracy theories in general. But if there was a conspiracy theory I believed in... it would be based on that video. WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THE MOONS ?

I love the Traveler being "just a guy" after everything that happened to him. He's really taken a slap to his face and that has humbled him, huh. He takes time to talk to the group, even if it's to say shit like "Remember this is me behind every healing spell !"

The Fucking Beau ReBar. Nice legacy, Beau.

Sam : "We should come back here, it's nice. It's hard to get into the V.o. community, but once you're ine, you're in it forever !" SAM. Yeah the best jokes are the ones you reapeat and stretch really really long.

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The "they spelled it wrong on mine" bloodthirsty tattoo was bc the makeup department accidentally spelled the car-breaker one's tattoo bloodthristy, which is where shawn's "they spelled it wrong on mine" line came from.

"sweet" was an improv.

"But everything funny you hear is what I wrote" (they don't have captions so I can't hear as well & the voices all sound kind of swimmy sometimes, esp with other noises or through a screen, yay deaf+adhd, so I can't tell who is talking.)

Improvises just to entertain the ppl behind the camera XD

Ooh the interview was the audition scene for omundson (& the director said "nah" to half the stuff he liked abt it XD)

Steve franks: writer, director, producer, creator, music, main cast member, yes he plays both lassie & lucinda

I agree, hearing the background. Chris says "psych" too, love that.

That stubble is... James Roday Rodriguez was very intent on having stubble, the network was very intent on Not. & won that battle!

"He has this thing where he gets the makeup lady to stand on set in view of everybody & pretend to shave him, so it's kind of like air shaving" (it's just like wrestling & you realize the razor is 6-8" away from his face)

Sage Brock is great & he was supposed to only be here for this ep or this scene, but when he raised his hand, they said that's the guy & kept him on

Dang it was 3c here!? That's cold!

One of the prisoners should also raise his hand XD

the foot wiggle, which JRr came up with that day! Huh! He came up w a physical thing for every psychic thing!

Oh yeah, look look look, editing is an art!

may 3 the wedding is dule hill's bday XD

MY MAN RAISED HIS HAND FOR 4 MINUTES?

That's acting! Soft cuddly person playing an angry dude? Love it

magic finger was an improv XD. I love how all the good stuff was written, but then the stuff in between is there too.

Pouring rain? If you listen very closely you can hear the rain on the tarp.

Nobody ever mentions she is pregnant & they actually added a line (bc she was pregnant during the audition tape) but then they cut it out because ss "you're.........." kv 'In charge.' was honestly less funny than just not acknowledging it & I think it's great too, people get preggo somtimes. Script was made, & they just decided, they don't need to acknowledge the pregnancy.

"Her improv was being pregnant"

The windowsill?

He decided to eat XD "nobody was bothered by it but me!"

He ate but they just cut around it

Gus just has his bible on the jurassic temperature windowsill XD, occasionally look over & read a psalm.

"But you're not getting your coat." (improv)

The circle XD. Always ended up adding something fantastic

Forensics guys. Gus? Why do you like that? (Lenny face)

They shoot 40% of their beach stuff in whiterock BC.

This whole oceanfront drive, nice, but why so many fish/chip places.

Wow you can see their breath!

Watch the palm trees, you'll see them everywhere bc they are not real. Only had six.

I like how most of the characters share a name with people irl. Lassiter is from a friend of Franks'.

Heck yeah! Stage Swing sets!

He can Never be caught as a psychic. The only way they'll know is if I tell them.

When he pulls him aside, that wasn't written but it was exactly what they needed & saw in their visions. This is a good pilot.

Canada <3

Oh the mccallum girl was trying to be Lucinda but they liked her so they made her katarina too! Steve franks: bring her back bring her back, put her in another episode, she's great we like her (but by the end of it shawn sends her dad to prison) "couples have tough times, we can make this work, your dad WAS guilty it's ok!"

"At a halloween party dressed as a cat"

Whoever drew that sketch <3

This scene was in the pitch

My man is six foot eight! The tallest person I've ever met was a 6'7" woman (altho she did have a tie with another guy I ignore that fact). Teeny drama room, in a couch 4 feet away & this guy is on his feet acting out his mind, what he thought through.

Twin peaks fans <3

Dulé in b/w takes *running to the coats off frame*

The seatbelt was good, they made it WORK.

The sound design <3 <3 <3 as a deaf musician... yeah

"like shawn is in there baking a cake or someting, & he's just making coffee. Though making a cake is smth he;d be doing"

Oof filming at 2 in the morning on thanksgiving.

Blocking <3

Why would shawn be there in the middle of the night? He apparently hooked up with Kat mccallum, spent time in her room, & then went to gus at 4am.

...??? They chose their actors from the pot they received, & then... got JRr & DH together at JRr's house the weekend before filming???

WHERE'S THE PINEAPPLE

Dule, hands on the dashboard while the cop is there in the car wasn't script, "that's just what you do"

Henry doing his thing, henry style. He was laughing at the end but they were able to cut it!

Lunson lake?

Matt <3

the fog XD

sports illustrated binoculars

"Just Auburn?"

Yes you so need to punctuate scenes!

I like how they have sunglasses.

Named after my sister in law & brother in law <3

The same palm tree

Billy Camp! Hay fever! Line cook! Workin the grill! Hold the chicken higher! Higher!

(practicing the surprised face)

There is a 2h version of the pilot? Gimme!

Doolittle?

Swat team on the funny little comedy

"Oh they weren't real?"

"the dog did kind of look vicious cause it kept going for james' face"

'idk who is in charge of dog face blood. Makeup?' (it was like he dipped his head in a bucket of blood)

Dog runs right into the crime scene

Suddenly shock all the children watching

Pardon me. Ladies. Gentlemen. *runs out screaming*

JRr puts his head down. *an eighth of a second later everyone was laughing*

His screams woul turn into michael jackson songs XD

"this police station is in what like to call the Haunted Insane Asylum" Actually a lot of prison scenes are filmed in dementia wards & mental hospitals bc they have similar layout, even occasionally in schools. Institutional buildings, yk? (it is what inspired scary sherry)

Annie built her own ouija board & they went to the basement in the underbelly & no lihts in the wing?

heck yeah pansies

strawberry festival? No cinnamon! They have arguments that last 20 years!

I do give up, all the time, but only when the moment is right

Aw, I love family. He doesn't believe in santa...??? & tell children that???? whwat???? I mean I grew up without santa. The way the commenters say "He doesn't believe in lying, & since he doesn't believe in santa claus (i don't know why) he says that" & they treat him like he's crazy for not believing in santa.

The head turn XD

Fake sky & a fake palm tree & a fake roof, but a real motorcycle. (I can't believe I watched so much of the show without knowing shawn had a motorbike. It was more important in the first season)

Can't front in front of your father

Ok so in s8 he says he paid insurance when he bought his bike eight years ago, but we all thought he had his bike forever, like in the psych teen shorts where he fails the exam & says he'll just drive a motorcycle (you still need to be licensed, in fact, a different licence) but it is a different bike, or at least that is how it looks.

The "I'm not ounting the one in your pocket" was added on set bc henry put on a hat when he left the house & is not wearing it in the restaurant. Yes, all the bloggers WOULD be mad. I'm blogging right now! "It's for the bloggers!" You're so right besties.

The hat scene was not supposed to be seen ,it was just backstory, but they added it to the script & I am happy for that.

Yes, everyone DID love the flashback, it IS fortunate! Thank you!

I can't hear what they are saying! Weasle Sloan & Jackie Dungeoness?

Shawn's apartment is directly below the barbeque place (at least the set)

You brought your newbrn 9w old, to vancouver! Your kid has canadian citizenship? Good for you bro XD

Oh all that graffitti? Yeah that's vancouver.

Yeah it IS so cold.

Kelly Catering, warm turkey cranberry stuffing sandwiches in the freezing cold. Warm thanksgiving dinner on wheat bread.

This is the action aspect of our show *shawn running ditzily, stealing a bag*

(one whose name I forget bc they don't have it in captions): Dule really really attacked james, absolutely linebackered him. Is linebackered a word?

Just... sixty feet away

This man plays The Heavy in Canada???

How psychouts started: they get stuck in the car together, they always just start singing songs, but um. They would sing about what they did the night before to a michael jackson song. Right they would be in the car with their mics on & we'd be fifty yards away under a tarp in the rain & they probably forgot that we could hear them & they'd start chatting & they'd start harmonizing with each other. It's very sweet. Romantic.

XD wanted to buy a 48c jacket but his price threshhold was too low. My man threatened him with a hanger

Jumps into the car thru the window. Stunt guys!

friends selling each other out, as they do

All eight dollars were my money. I;ve heard it IS illegal to have money shown fully onscreen. "If it is then it's fake money I happen ot have"

My man was accidentally sitting on the folder

that's a real gun & she's firing real rounds /j

JRr *not wearing ear gear* (& never flinched)

They went back & re-edited it for her dad who was a gun nut

this guy CAN do these htings, he's just a goof. He had to fight the network to get that.

My man's a good shot.

*looking to the side* marketing moments

Two page episode wrapups flawlessly? Incredible.

We see bodies but not murder

poor stunt actor hitting his head on the table, weather below 0, looks more & more painful every time, & then the table BROKE

SF, taking really dramatic moment & mixing it with comedy

Shawn knows exactly where to go "put on the fan & flush" if you're going to throw up in the murderer's house

SF I've always wanted someone to call the cops on themselves

spet the morning getting the snow off the grass

Tim likes any time you allow him to pull his gun or manhandle a suspect

Holding him up. Like a two year old not wanting to go into his car seat.

Pregnant, 2am, smoking & drinking /j, bungee jumping /j

Hooray editing

"I wish I knew" lassie will never believe him

Ah the palm scenes

Oh no I'd love to see this with the focus group? "Oh god! My dad! I may be out of a job & in jail"

Rest your teamug on your tummy

Does vick believe him? You never sort of know

She's already hiring him again!

Was the scene with dad in the og script?

His dad is thinking about accepting him. He has the newspaper.

The shows are so often about the cool car. night rider? kit? super cool. hill street blues. supernatural. Magnum PI. This one has the blueberry.

PSYCH NOT SIKE FUCKING THANK YOU

Fizadribble? SF: Making up drug names is impossible because no matter what name you make up, it actually exists as a drug & is registered to somebody. (antidepressants or tolkein)

Yayyyyyy

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