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Time to check in at the No-Tell Motel

My new single-player TTRPG, No-Tell Motel, is now available! Come on over and grab a PDF, or throw in $5 more to pre-order your physical copy.

In No-Tell Motel, you play the overnight clerk at a sleazy motel. One of your guests murders another one, and no one much seems to care who did it or why. No one but you, that is.

Playing the game only requires a standard deck of playing cards and a six-sided die. You use the face cards to identify your motel's regular guests (yes, the book comes ready with 16), and the numbers cards to randomly generate things that happen between them.

And unlike most build-as-you-go mystery games, you can make your best guess and still get it very, very wrong.

The nightly spread of the game looks a bit like a hand of Solitaire, and that's on purpose. I wanted playing the game to feel a little bit like something you'd do to pass the time in the small hours of the morning.

Here's how it works.

The rules generate different murder victims and methods, a highly randomized yet still coherent matrix of guest gossip, actions and conflict, and most importantly: a way to find out if your accusation was correct, and what the consequences are for pointing the finger.

If you like pulp crime, The Conversation, or Errol Morris's Tabloid, you should check out No-Tell Motel.

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gossip girl · pt. xv

based on the tv series gossip girl

max verstappen / charles leclerc x socialité!reader

fc: elsa hosk (y/n) · taylor hill (léa) · barbara palvin (jolie)

a/n: hi! hope you enjoy this part, it's longer than usual! once again thank you so much for interacting and supporting this!!🤍

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gossip girl here, your one and only source into the scandalous lives of monaco's elite.

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joliedebelle posted a story

caption: on our way back home ❤️

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the sadness kicked in when the jet rose above the clouds. max had been on your mind for hours and the words he had said replayed for the thousandth time in your head. leaving a fight unsolved was not the best decision, you were aware of that, but you needed to see everything from a different perspective before you could talk it out with max. going back home with jolie seemed the best option. three days, that was the time you had until max would be back in monaco. three days to make sure your ideas were clear before seeing him again, three days to decide what you wanted.

jolie's blue eyes starred into yours as she listened to you as you explained what had happened last night. she was sat in front of you, paying attention to your words as she drank the caramel macchiato she had order earlier.

"i never thought max would be the jealous type". jolie said.

"i don't think he is". you replied. "i don't want to justify his actions, but i think he was on the edge, just as i was".

"right, but he should have handled it in a different way. he should have approached you when you were talking with charles, get you alone and calmly tell you he wanted to spend time with you. but no, he chose to go off afterwards, accusing you of some nasty stuff you haven't done and ignoring the fact you had told him you loved him for the very first time".

"yeah, that shit hurt".

"do you? truly love him?". jolie asked. "you had doubts before, right?".

"i do, yes". you replied. "i think i had a hard time understanding that love doesn't need to feel the same way as it did before".

"what do you mean?".

"i kept it comparing to when i dated charles and it felt so different that i simply thought i wasn't in love with max". you explained. "for me, loving charles was figuring out who i was while holding his hand. it was new, i felt a thrill with every single step we took. we didn't knew what was coming next, but we knew we were in it together. from the first kiss to the last goodbye, every single memory is sacred, because i never had felt the way i did, because it was our first time".

"and with max?".

"max is confident, he knows exactly what he wants". you replied. "it has always been me the one who has had doubts, or at least that was what i thought. i didn't feel the thrill i did with charles and it isn't necessarily a bad thing. for me, it was delicate. i didn't know if i was ready for a relationship and my head was a mess with everything that happening with charles and léa. i kept thinking if what was happening between us was okay, if i could date an another formula one driver after my previous relationship and how would that affect him. but he never wavered and he patently waited by the side as i decided what i wanted".

"and now do you still have doubts?".

"i'd be lying if i said i don't". you confessed. "after what happened last night, i feel like we're losing sight of us. charles is always going to be there, not only because i want him there, but because it's inevitable. like, fuck, they work together and we all live in the same city. if max's not okay with that, we have a problem. we still need to talk about this properly and i need to know what exactly bothers him, but i don't want to lose charles, not again".

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it had been a couple of days since the walls of your old apartment had been painted, yet the smell still lingered. during the past years, it had been rented as you were living abroad, but last month, when the tenants had notified you they were leaving, you had decided to move back in.

the phone ringtone loudly played in the living room. as you approached it, you could see charles' name written on the screen. subconsciously you smiled as you picked it up.

"hey". you said.

"hi, y/n". you heard his voice through the phone. "how are you?".

"good, fixing some stuff in my apartment". you replied. "and you? are you back in monaco?".

"yeah, actually that's the reason why i'm calling you. i was wondering if you wanted to do something together. do you want to come over? we can order some food, watch a movie...".

"why don't you come over to mine instead? i need a hand with organizing my things".

"i'll be there in fifteen".

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charles arrived on time, holding two take-out coffees in his hands. he was wearing a basic white tee beneath a black blazer that matched the black trousers that fit him perfectly. he looked elegant. before giving you a long hug, he placed the cups on the dining table.

"how are you?

"good, good". you replied. "i had a little fight with max, but it's nothing".

"actually, i had already been told that you were having problems with max". he confessed. "that's why i called you, i wanted to make sure you were okay".

"oh, and who told you?".

"arthur". charles replied and you shook your head.

"i'm gonna kill jolie". you replied and charles chuckled. "she can't keep a secret, can she?".

"well, that's nothing new". he said. "do you wanna talk about it?".

"it seems bigger than what it actually is. we're still talking to each other. i just came earlier back home because i wanted some time alone to think, but it's not like the relationship is over". you explained.

"i understand". he said and he took a sip of his coffee. "but what happened?".

"it was a stupid fight, we were drunk and things were blown out of proportion. we'll get through it". you briefly explained. "and what about you? what did léa want?".

"another chance". he answered. "but i'm not sure if i want to get back together. we have agreed to meet again, go to a few dates to see if there's still something to fight for. i am still not sure if that's a good idea, but we have to try, otherwise we will never know".

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charles sat on the ground, in front of him was a cardboard box that he was unpacking. he had been helping you for an hour, organizing your dresses and putting them in the closet, as you asked him to. the cardboard box he was now inspecting contained stuff you had treasured over the years, from the plushie your dad had bought you when you were younger, to the pictures of you had took when you were abroad. carefully, charles had placed every thing in the drawers they belonged to.

"you were the cutest when you were a baby". he commented as you heard him go through a photo album.

"sadly mom dressed me like i was a clown".

"that's not true".

"keep looking, i'm sure i'll prove my point".

"oh, wow, look what i found!". charles said and you turned around.

"oh my god". you breathed out as you saw the red ferrari cap on charles' hands.

"y/n, thank you for being by side. i love you forever, charles". he read out the text that was written in permanent marker on the cap. "isn't this the one i gave you when i won in monza?".

"yeah, god, i remember i couldn't stop crying that day". you explained as you sat down next to him. "i was so proud of you".

"i still get goosebumps just thinking about it".

"the crowd was insane, everyone was celebrating it".

"it's funny because i don't even remember the crowd going wild, i only could see you". he confessed, playing with the cap with his fingers. "i remember you standing there in your red dress, how you looked at me when i was standing on the podium..".

"charles-".

"and your words kept playing my head telling me how proud you were, that you loved me, and my heart felt so full i don't think i have ever experienced anything like this again".

"it was indeed a magical moment".

"it was, but what i mean to say is, fuck, i wish i was good putting these feelings into words, but i've always thought racing was my life and then i realized i would drop it in a second if you asked me to. winning didn't make sense if you weren't around to celebrate, losing wasn't bad if at the end of the day you were there to hold my hand".

"charles-".

"you were the one that made everything make sense, the reason why i kept going every single time. then i knew the only thing i ever needed was you".

charles' green eyes stared into yours as the silence filled the room. the sound of your heartbeat racing was too loud to ignore and the feelings that had invaded your body way too strong to dismiss. your hands softly grabbed his face as you pulled him closer. he placed his hands on your hips and his fingers grabbed tightly the fabric of your dress. with his nose touching yours, you closed your eyes.

"are you sure?". charles whispered.

"yes".

charles lips crashed into yours, making your skin burn and your breath stop. he did not hesitate to deepen the kiss as soon as you kissed him back. it was desperate and messy, one of his hands was placed on the back of your head as the other remained on your hips. you wanted him as badly as he wanted you. and, although you knew it was wrong, you could not stop. all the feelings you had felt when you were in love with him came alive again.

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The Fast Lane (A Formula One Series)(3/?)

SYNOPSIS: Jesenia joins the private, membership-based dating app Raya searching for a sugar daddy. Instead, she unknowingly finds her biggest “whale”: Lewis Hamilton, a famous Formula One racing driver.

PAIRING: Sir Lewis Hamilton x Jesenia "Jessy" Hart (face claim is @/loriharvey)

WARNINGS: drama, angst, cursing, explicit sexual content, not-so-glamorous life in the influencer/racing world, kind of pre-established relationship. RATED M (18+)

PINTEREST: Jessy's F1 Outfits

PLAYLIST: The Fast Lane Spotify

TAGLIST: @royallyprincesslilly @mauvecherie-writes, @saintslewis, @peyiswriting, @hamiltonvuitton-deactivated2024, @cocobutterqwueen, @qveenmelanink, @ashanti-notthesinger, @lewisroscoelove, @lovebittenbyevans, @lew1s-prix, @jasmindaughteroftheworld, @eugene-emt-roe, @apenasumlug4r @simpfortoomanymen, @roseseraj @alika-4466 @httpsserene @queenshikongo3 @cherry2stems @non-stop-imagines @anubisnoir @myescapefromthislife @chaneajoyyy @yeea-nah @mitruscity @lewiscrown @weetjy @a-moment-captured @sugardontbesweet @livinglifethroughfanfic @blveeeeeee @formula-hamilton @purplelewlew @trinitoldyouso @slytherinjimim3nthusiast @certifiedlesbianbaddie @sirlew44 @madstxo @pausmoon @tian-monique @noivadofogo @nikki01234-blog @yorulla @m-uga @julesbog

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Please let me know if you wish to be added/removed from the taglist. Anyways, enjoy! Dividers by @inklore!

CHAPTER THREE: The Chronicles of Celebrity

user4459: "'F1 Driver Lewis Hamilton spotted again with Model Jessy Hart in Paris' - honestly, i'm surprised that he kept her around for this long. the matching fits is cute! lord knows how much lewis loves to hop to different models. is this a sign that our fave workaholic found someone to love?"

MsNikkiLuv: "'RE: F1 Driver Lewis Hamilton spotted again with Model Jessy Hart in Paris' - I don't think so. I mean, yes she was at Monaco, Barcelona, and Montreal Grand Prix (and now Paris) but I don't think this is a 'forever' thing. He made it quite clear that he doesn't want a relationship now and that he's focusing on F1. Not to mention, in his Masterclass, he said that he found it difficult to accept love and trust. I think it's just another FWB. She's gorgeous though and I think that she's really nice. I didn't see any reports saying that she's a bitch or anything."

ManyMenSimp1644: "'RE: F1 Driver Lewis Hamilton spotted again with Model Jessy Hart in Paris' - let's be forreal, y'all. she's with him for the clout and the money/gifts just like all the other women. that man ain't looking for love, he just wants his dick wet. he's doing this out of convenience and to have a bed warmer. maybe she's just a constant bed warmer lol".

luvroflewishamilton435: "'RE: F1 Driver Lewis Hamilton spotted again with Model Jessy Hart in Paris' - whatever they are, they are good together. @MsNikkiLuv same. i didn't hear anything bad about her at all. she dated many different men (and some even richer than lewis). but can we just be happy that she's of age?? like, lewis is finally with someone closer to him! i believe that she's 30 and plus, i love that she wears heels around him. lewis is so confident in being a short king and i'm here for it, especially with that third leg of his."

The comments on Lipstick Alley were a mix of rumor, suspicion, and sheer gossip. They were a tornado of wild speculations about the relationship between Jessy and Lewis, whirling around in a never-ending cycle of assumptions and baseless accusations. Some users were outright hostile, deeming her unfit to be with Lewis, as if they'd ever get the chance of being with him themselves. Others tried to paint a picture of compatibility and reason:

maytheoddsbeinurfavr:"'RE: F1 Driver Lewis Hamilton spotted again with Model Jessy Hart in Paris' - let's not forget that they're both grown adults and can make their own decisions. It's not our place to judge their relationship based on age or wealth. They seem happy together, and that's all that matters. @luvroflewishamilton435 Lewis does seem to be happier in being with someone closer to his age. And Jessy's choice to wear high heels around him shows her confidence."

Their opinions of her were inconsequential; nothing could stop her from getting this bag. But despite her tough exterior, Jessy was still human and had insecurities like everyone else. While she welcomed the kind comments, the negative ones also stung a bit.

While she had a deep admiration for the game, she also recognized its negative consequences, especially when she found herself in the company of well-known celebrities.

After spending an extended period with Lewis, she realized that she needed some time alone to gather her thoughts and recharge. As expected, Lewis didn't take it too well and exhibited his sassy behavior once again, much to her disapproval.

This is why we stay clear of lightskin men, she thought as she read yet another one of his text messages.

As with the ones before it, it was a trap to lure her in: a set of pictures showing him shirtless in questionable poses and his constant musings about her attending his upcoming races in Austria and England. Despite his attempts to woo her, Jessy had already made up her mind to attend, especially after receiving lavish gifts from him - a Cartier watch and a mini Kelly bag from Hermes, which she got while they were in Paris. She kept the latter displayed in her closet - it was too flashy to wear out in public. But, as always, she enjoyed playing with his feelings. Some might call it cruel, but Jessy knew from experience that keeping men on their toes never led her astray.

Being seen with Lewis had its perks for Jessy. She was now invited to exclusive parties and events that she wouldn't have received invitations for before, all because of his status as a Formula One driver. It was amusing to watch people fawn over him and try to get a photo or even just a glimpse of the famous racer. However, what truly delighted her was the reaction of these individuals when they saw her by his side.

Even though she had no desire to settle down with anyone, especially not someone like Lewis Hamilton, who seemed to constantly crave attention and validation, not to mention the drama that came with being in a high-profile relationship, Jessy enjoyed the exposure it brought for herself and her brand. Don't get her wrong - Lewis was slowly becoming a good friend in addition to being a great lover, but he also had his moments. He wasn't necessarily a red flag, but definitely somewhere between yellow and orange.

"TiTi Jess, TiTi Jess!" two little voices called out in unison, breaking Jessy's daydream and bringing her back to reality.

It was a perfect day in Miami, with clear blue skies and the sun shining brightly overhead - the ideal day for a baby shower.

Jessy tucked her phone into her purse and bent down to meet the gaze of the twin four-year-olds who were running towards her.

"Oof," she pretended to groan as they crashed into her arms, giggling. "Looks like someone really missed me."

"Yeah, TiTi," said Anais, one of her nieces, with an attitude that was well beyond her years. She let go of Jessy for a second to give her a stern look. "Why were you gone for so long? Mommy said you got a new boyfriend."

Jessy rolled her eyes internally; it was just like her younger sister to spread gossip about her whereabouts, especially to her young nieces.

"Yeah," chimed in Amalia, Anais' fraternal twin. Unlike her sister, Amalia was quiet and reserved while Anais was quite the handful.

Jessy opted not to continue the conversation with the twins and instead shifted the topic to their appearance. As always, the girls were perfectly styled with coordinated outfits and flawless hair. They both wore pink dresses and had their curly hair braided into puffs. Jenesis, her sister, had requested that guests dress in either blue or pink depending on their guess for the baby's gender, so it was no surprise that most of the female attendees were dressed in pink like Jessy's nieces who were clearly 'team girl'.

Jessy beamed at them. "You both adorable! Can you give TiTi a twirl?"

The girls eagerly obliged, twirling around to show off their dresses. Jessy couldn't help but smile at how much joy they brought her. Whenever she felt overwhelmed with work or life in general, spending time with her nieces always helped put things into perspective. They were a reminder of what truly mattered in life - family.

"Okay girls, let's go play some games," Jessy said, standing up and taking each of their hands in hers.

As they walked towards the backyard where the baby shower was being held, Jessy couldn't help but notice all the decorations. Jenesis had truly outdone herself with the rustic, woodland theme for the baby shower. Pinecones and tree branches could be seen adorning every surface, creating a cozy and natural atmosphere. The color scheme consisted of rich greens and browns, with pops of pink and blue for an added touch of excitement. The dessert table boasted a towering cake covered in fondant bears, while hanging above was a banner declaring "We Can Bearly Wait!" in whimsical letters.

Her nieces abandoned her upon arriving, immediately shifting their focus from their aunt to a group of children engaging in party games. Jessy spotted Jenesis talking to some guests and waved at her sister from afar. Jenesis smiled back and excused herself to come over to them.

"Hey sis," Jenesis said as she hugged Jessy.

"You've outdone yourself with this party," Jessy replied, admiring the decorations.

Jenesis smiled, gently rubbing her swollen belly. "This is my third and final baby, so I wanted to make it special," she explained.

"Final one?" Jessy snorted with amusement. "Did you ask DeVon for his input?"

Jenesis shrugged. "I don't need his input. He's probably hoping for a boy, but this baby will be our last one. No more little McClures running around. And speaking of new things, how's your new boo? I see you off jetsetting from one place to the next."

Jessy laughed at her sister's teasing. "He's not my 'boo'. We're just friends," she replied.

Jenesis raised an eyebrow at her. "Just friends? That's not what it looked like when I saw those pictures in Monaco and Barcelona. Y'all look mighty friendly. He's fine though, even with his shortness. Does he sound posh?" Jenesis playfully put on a fake British accent for emphasis.

Jessy rolled her eyes at her sister's teasing. "He's not posh, he's just well-spoken," she replied with a smile. "And what he lacks in height, he makes up for in other places."

"Mmhmm, I'm starting to see the appeal," Jenesis continued. "I'mma let you be great though. Lewis may be fine and all, but he a bit too short for my liking."

Jessy casually shrugged her shoulders. Lewis wasn't as tall as the type of men she typically went for, but she didn't let it bother her. Her sister's baby daddy and longtime boyfriend was a towering 6'7, which was ideal for his role as a point guard for the Miami Heat.

At that moment, DeVon strolled over to where they were standing, his arm affectionately draped around Jenesis' shoulders.

"Well well, look who finally decided to grace us with her presence," he teased Jessy with a sly smirk.

"Hi DeVon," Jessy responded with mild irritation. She and DeVon had never been the best of friends, but they maintained a civil relationship despite their differences.

"You out here livin' it up with that short, British nigga, huh?" he said. "I'm surprised that you're here."

"I wouldn't miss my favorite sister's baby shower, DeVon," retorted. "Plus, we not even dating. We're cool, that's it."

"Cool?" DeVon scoffed, but decided to not broach further on the topic. For Jessy, DeVon was on thin ice as it was, especially since he had yet to make an honest woman out of her sister after being together for nearly eight years.

Jessy stared at the man intently as she crossed her arms over her chest. "I said what I said."

DeVon raised his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright, no need to get feisty," he joked. "I swear y'all get that from y'all's mama. That fiery Colombian side definitely runs in the family."

Jenesis and Jessy exchanged eye rolls at DeVon's antics. On their mother's side, they were a quarter Colombian, but they didn't know much about that side of their family. Their mother never talked much about Abuela Sofia's relatives in Bogota for some reason.

DeVon prodded, "So, are you single?"

Jessy quipped back, "As single as a one-dollar bill." Jenesis giggled at her response.

DeVon then announced, "I might have someone for you." Jessy let out an exasperated sigh.

"Who's asking?" she questioned.

"It's my teammate," DeVon proudly revealed. "You know Xavier, right?" Jessy nodded, trying to recall who he was. She vaguely remembered him from past get-togethers with DeVon and Jenesis. She knew he was good-looking, but beyond that, she didn't remember much about him. "So here's the plan: I'll bring him over here -"

"No, please don't do that," interrupted Jessy firmly. The thought of being set up by DeVon made her cringe. As soon as the words left her mouth, Jessy regretted speaking them. She knew DeVon would take it as a challenge and make it his mission to set her up with someone, whether she liked it or not.

"Too late," declared DeVon with a sly smile. "I'll be right back."

With that, he walked off in search of Xavier. Jessy groaned inwardly, knowing that she couldn't escape this setup now.

A few minutes later, DeVon returned with Xavier trailing behind him. He was just as handsome as Jessy remembered - tall and muscular with mahogany skin and a short crop of black hair styled in a low fade. But his serious expression put her on edge.

"Hey Jessy," greeted Xavier in his deep timbre with a small nod of his head.

"Hey," responded Jessy uncertainly. "It's been a while since I've seen you."

"Yeah, I've been busy with the team and everything," explained Xavier. "But I always see your photos on social media."

Jessy nodded awkwardly, not sure what else to say. She felt like she was being interviewed for a potential job instead of casually talking to someone at a baby shower.

"Well...I'll leave you two to catch up." DeVon flashed a mischievous grin before excusing himself and pulling Jenesis away, leaving the two of them to catch up on their own.

Jessy glared at him as he disappeared into the crowd before turning back to Xavier with an apologetic smile. "Sorry about that."

"It's all good," replied Xavier easily. His tense expression had relaxed slightly now that DeVon was gone.

"So how have you been?" asked Jessy politely.

"Good, good," answered Xavier with a small smile. "Just trying to focus on my game and make it to the playoffs this upcoming season."

Jessy smiled, not knowing much about basketball but trying to show interest. "That's awesome. I saw some of your highlights on TV and you were killing it."

Xavier chuckled, his smile growing wider. "Thanks, I appreciate it. But enough about me, how have you been? I see you've been traveling a lot."

"Yeah," agreed Jessy with a small shrug. "I love exploring new places. It's been fun."

"That's really cool," commented Xavier sincerely.

The conversation flowed smoothly between them as they caught up on each other's lives. Jessy was surprised at how easy it was to talk to Xavier despite her initial nerves. He was genuinely interested in what she had to say and shared some interesting stories about his training and games.

Eventually, they got pulled away from their conversation and walked over to the other attendees to enjoy the baby shower. The rest of the baby shower went by in a blur for Jessy as she mingled with the other guests and played games. As the party started to wind down, Xavier approached Jessy and asked if he could walk her out to her car. Jessy smiled at his kind offer and happily accepted, looking forward to spending more time with him.

Xavier turned to Jessy with a small smile. "I had a really great time catching up with you today."

"Me too," replied Jessy with a shy smile.

"Maybe we can do it again sometime?" suggested Xavier hesitantly.

Jessy's heart skipped a beat at his invitation. "I would like that," she said softly.

Xavier grinned, relieved at her answer. "Great. How about we grab lunch next week?"

Jessy's heart dropped as she remembered her busy schedule for the next few weeks. "I would love to, but I'm afraid I won't be able to make it for lunch next week."

Xavier's face fell momentarily, but he quickly recovered with a smile. "No worries, how about we exchange numbers and we can keep in touch through texts?"

Jessy felt relieved and grateful for his understanding. "That would be great."

They exchanged numbers before saying goodbye, both secretly hoping for another chance to see each other soon. As Jessy drove home, she couldn't help but feel excited about getting to know Xavier more through their conversations.

The sun was shining brightly in the sky as people from all over the world flooded into the track, each one eager to witness the qualifying day and possibly get a glimpse of their favorite drivers. Jessy arrived a day late, much to Lewis' chagrin. To say that he had a bit of an attitude was an understatement. Jessy could care less, honestly, and decided to have a thorough conversation with him about boundaries and not being at his beck and call.

Despite his reputation for constantly being seen with different women, Jessy quickly learned that Lewis could be quite particular and almost possessive. While she understood their arrangement as a casual and mutually beneficial relationship with no expectations of exclusivity, Lewis often forgot this and ended up in a confusing gray area.

She found Lewis in his team's pit area, surrounded by his mechanics and engineers who were busy preparing his car for the race. He looked up when he saw Jessy approaching and greeted her with a half-hearted smile.

"Hey," he said curtly. "Glad you could finally make it."

Jessy rolled her eyes internally but kept a polite smile on her face. "Sorry for being late, I had some things to take care of."

He raised an eyebrow at her response. "Things? What things?"

"Personal matters," she stated firmly, not wanting to disclose any more information.

Lewis shrugged, clearly not interested in her explanation. "Whatever. Qualy is 'bout to start so I need to stay focused. I'll hit you up later."

Jessy watched as Lewis walked away, feeling a mix of annoyance and disappointment.

What a fuckin' dickhead, she thought as she made her way further inside the garage.

Jessy's frustration began to escalate, but her thoughts shifted to Xavier and their potential plans. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for agreeing to meet with him, knowing Lewis wouldn't be too happy about it if he'd ever found out. However, she reminded herself that she couldn't constantly put her life on hold just because he wanted her to always be available.

Going off-script was never part of the plan, and it never will be. Maybe it was the constant media attention getting under his skin, or maybe he was simply deluding himself, but Lewis needed to see the truth and understand that he was nothing more than a temporary obsession. He had been using her as much as she had been using him.

The roar of the engines and the smell of gasoline filled the air as the cars lined up on the track for qualifying. Jessy found a spot near Bono and the huge television, her eyes fixed on Lewis' car as he sped past in a blur of colors. Despite her irritation with him, she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride watching him race. It was clear that he was in his element, his focus solely on the track and beating his competitors.

Suddenly, Jessy's phone buzzed, pulling her out of her focus on Lewis. It was a text from Xavier:

Xavier: Just waiting until I see your gorgeous face again. When do you want to hang out?

A smile spread across Jessy's face as she quickly replied:

Jessy: Soon...

She tucked her phone back into her purse and turned her attention back to the race. As the qualifying session came to an end and Lewis secured a position in the top five on the starting grid, Jessy made her way back to the front to wait for him. He emerged from the car, sweating and slightly disappointed for not claiming pole position. But when he laid eyes on Jessy, his expression softened.

A rush of memories flooded his mind, and he realized that he was repeating mistakes and undoing all the progress he had made in therapy. Despite their unconventional relationship, Jessy was always there for him, offering support and encouragement. Yet here he was, pushing her away and reverting to the same patterns he had with Nicole - something he swore never to do again. He despised himself for being such a dick, especially towards women. No amount of insecurities should ever justify treating someone poorly.

"Hey," Lewis said as he approached her, finally seeming more relaxed now that qualifying was over. "Sorry for being an arse earlier."

"It's okay," Jessy replied with a shrug. "I understand you have a race to focus on."

Lewis could easily read Jessy's body language, with her arms crossed and an unreadable expression on her face. He knew there was still tension between them, but he was confident he could turn things around.

"Come here," he beckoned softly, opening his arms for a hug. Jessy scoffed and rolled her eyes, as stubborn as ever. But Lewis liked that about her; it made her even more attractive. "Jessy, I don't want to beg for a hug."

"And if I want you to?" she countered with a mischievous smile.

"You're driving me crazy, woman," he sighed. After a few moments of silence, Lewis spoke up again. "Please, can I have a hug?"

Jessy nodded and moved into his embrace. She breathed in the familiar scent of smoke and musk that always seemed to draw her in. Lewis' arms wrapped comfortably around her, settling just inches from her ass. Despite their current issues, she allowed herself to relax in his arms for a moment.

"You owe me, Hamilton," she whispered lowly in his ear, causing him to chuckle deeply.

"Anything you want, sweetheart."

"Good answer."

The Austrian Grand Prix had not been kind to Lewis. After starting from the top five, he ended up finishing in eighth place. As a result, his mood soured for the remainder of the race weekend. He was on edge and moody, which was evident in how he treated Jessy during their sexual encounter. He was rough with her, but not enough to completely upset her, although she couldn't help but remember how hard he pulled her hair from behind and the marks left on her ass.

Lewis needed an outlet for all the pent-up emotions from the past weekend and sex was his vice. They were similar in this aspect of using physical intimacy as a form of therapy for their mental state. However, how long could this temporary solution sustain them?

The races seemed to blur together for Lewis and Jessy as one weekend ended and another began. Silverstone held a special significance for Lewis, being his home race. The pressure to perform well in front of his home crowd was always immense, but this year it felt even more intense. The media attention was overwhelming, causing chaos wherever they went. This year's Silverstone event was the most crowded with journalists and fans yet, and while she didn't want to take credit for it, it was hard to ignore the correlation with her relationship with Lewis. Everywhere she went, cameras and reporters followed, making her feel like she had lost any sense of privacy she once had.

But instead of letting it get to her, Jessy saw an opportunity to use the situation to her advantage. Her publicist assured her that if she played her cards right, this could be a major success for her swimwear brand, Silver Doe. Unlike Lewis' previous "arm candy," Jessy had a strategic mind and knew how to navigate the game of fame.

Her main focus during the Silverstone weekend was promoting Silver Doe and securing the bag. Thanks to her relationship with Lewis, the brand received more attention, but it also came with its own set of challenges. Trying to balance her brand, dealing with Lewis and Xavier, and handling intrusive media had taken a toll on Jessy. But in moments like these, she found comfort in Lewis' arms and their sexual compatibility, which was all she desired at that moment. She prided herself on hiding her emotions, a necessary skill for someone in her line of work, but couldn't deny the pleasure she felt with Lewis.

Gone were her concerns about Silver Doe's success, the media's intrusion, and her overbearing mother. Even thoughts of Xavier were pushed to the back of her mind. In that moment, all she could focus on was Lewis and the contentment he brought her. She knew it was only a temporary escape from her troubles, but she allowed herself to bask in the happiness of being with him without any external distractions or responsibilities pulling them apart.

Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, lost in the euphoria of their connection. Their hearts raced in tune with each other, their breaths synchronizing into a soft, steady rhythm. The room was still filled with the scent of their lovemaking, a mix of sweat and desperation, mingling with the comforting aroma of their skin. It was a scent that was as unique to them as their fingerprints, a scent that was intoxicating, alluring, and completely irresistible.

Jessy couldn't help but marvel at the way Lewis's body felt against hers, tracing the contours of his muscles as he slept. She sat up in the bed, pulling the sheets up to cover her naked form. Her eyes drifted over to Lewis, still peacefully sleeping next to her. For a moment, she allowed herself to just watch him without any distractions or worries. He looked so peaceful when he slept, free from the stresses of their complicated lives.

Before long, Lewis stirred awake.

"Hey," she whispered as he slowly opened his eyes.

"Hey," he replied with a sleepy smile.

"I hate to do this, but I need to handle some stuff for my swimwear," Jessy said apologetically.

Lewis groaned and rolled over onto his back, stretching out his arms above his head. Jessy couldn't help but admire the view.

"What time is it anyway?" Lewis asked as he rubbed his eyes.

"It's almost 9:00," Jessy replied, checking her phone for confirmation.

"Wow," Lewis exclaimed as he sat up in bed. "I must have really worn your arse out last night."

Jessy playfully rolled her eyes at his smug tone. "I have a lot to do today, so I should probably get started on answering these emails."

"Can't you just stay a little longer?" Lewis pouted, pulling her back into bed.

"I wish I could, but I have a Zoom meeting with my team in an hour and then I have to approve photos from last week's shoot," Jessy explained, trying to free herself from his grasp.

Lewis' hold tightened. "You look stressed, Jessy, are you sure I can't help? One little quickie won't hurt."

"A quickie?" scoffed Jessy. "I don't think you can be quick."

"I just need one more fix before I start heading off to interviews."

Jessy could feel the stress gnawing at him and she knew that he needed additional release before facing the media frenzy of press day at Silverstone.

"Fine," she conceded, leaning over to plant a kiss on his lips.

Lewis felt a wave of relief wash over him as he allowed himself to succumb to the comforting warmth of Jessy's body once again. Her touch was like magic, soothing all of his anxieties and filling his mind with only one thought: her.

As they began to kiss, their passion grew even more intense than before. It was as if they were two magnets, inexorably drawn to each other, their energies fusing in a way that was both exhilarating and breathtaking.

The knock at the door startled both Lewis and Jessy out of their passionate embrace. They reluctantly pulled away from each other, their bodies still buzzing with the remnants of desire.

"Who could that be?" Jessy asked.

"I'll go check," Lewis said. He lets out a sigh as he gets up from the bed, quickly wrapping a towel around his body before answering it. When he opens the door, he sees Kristin, his trainer, standing there with his beloved bulldog Roscoe cradled in her arms.

"Looks like you're here early," he exclaims happily, moving to the side to let Roscoe enter the motorhome.

"I know," Kristin responds with a smile. "Traffic wasn't too bad today. I have a call to handle, but I wanted to drop off Roscoe first. Let me know if you guys need anything else."

"Thanks," Lewis replies, waving goodbye as she leaves. Closing the door behind him, he turns to Roscoe, squatting down to give him some love and attention. "Hey there old boy, how are you doing? You're looking good, huh? Yeah."

Roscoe's tail wagged eagerly as Lewis stroked his fur, overjoyed to have his human companion back. He nuzzled against Lewis' hand, expressing his love and excitement. Jessy entered the room and observed with interest as Lewis played with his beloved dog. Eventually, he looked up and their eyes met, a fond smile stretching across Lewis' face as he took in Jessy's presence.

"Come over so I can introduce you," said Lewis and Jessy sauntered over slowly. She grew up with dogs at home, but she didn't want to make any sudden movements that may scare him.

"Roscoe, this is Jessy, my friend," Lewis introduces the two. "She'll be with us during Silverstone."

"Hello, Roscoe," she greets, her eyes lit up with warmth. The dog barked at her in response, his tail continuing to wag rapidly.

Lewis chuckled at the interaction between them. "Looks like he already likes you," he said.

Jessy reached out to pet Roscoe's head gently and he nuzzled her hand affectionately. "He's so sweet," she remarked, scratching behind his ear.

"Yeah," replied Lewis fondly. "He's been my companion through everything - the ups and downs of racing, traveling around the world...he's always there for me."

"I'm glad I have the chance to meet him," Jessy said with a smile.

"I figured you would," Lewis replied. "You'll definitely see him a lot while traveling with me."

"You say that, but I never gave you a definite answer," Jessy reminded him.

Lewis grinned, a spark of mischief in his eyes. "We'll see."

Not the result that they wanted coming out of Silverstone with P3, but Lewis was nonetheless happy to get a podium and to see his family supporting him. For this, Jessy steered clear of bumping into Lewis' family, but she was also proud of his accomplishment. He had a small break before the next set of races and Lewis decided to take advantage of their brief respite and whisked Jessy away to the beautiful, sun-soaked shores of Ibiza. It was a place that Lewis cherished, having spent many a night on the island partying with friends, enjoying the balmy nights, and the vibrant energy that the island had to offer.

The yacht slowly cruised along the Mediterranean Sea, the sun shining bright in the cloudless sky. Jessy stood at the edge of the boat, her hair whipping around her face as she took in the breathtaking scenery. Everywhere she looked, there was liveliness and vitality: from the crashing waves to the rustling palm trees, and even the distant music that seemed to pulse with life itself.

"This is amazing," she exclaimed to Lewis as he joined her at the railing.

"I'm glad you like it," he replied with a smile. "I love coming here whenever I have some time off."

"It's so peaceful," Jessy mused, taking a deep breath of the salty air.

"Until we get back on track next week," Lewis added with a wink.

Jessy laughed, enjoying his playful demeanor. It was refreshing to see this side of him, away from the intense racing atmosphere.

As they sailed along, they were joined by director Baz Luhrmann and his wife Catherine Martin, as well as actress Eiza Gonzalez. Jessy couldn't help but feel starstruck; she had always been a fan of Luhrmann's films and she also recognized Gonzalez from her role in a popular TV series.

"Welcome aboard!" greeted Luhrmann, "Lewis has told me so much about you."

The director's smile was like a ray of sunshine, warm and inviting as he welcomed them onto his yacht.

"It's great to finally meet you all," Jessy replied.

"We're just glad Lewis finally brought someone interesting along with him," joked Gonzalez.

Lewis scoffed mockingly. "Come on now, that's not true," he countered. "I've brought plenty of interesting people to your attention before."

The day was spent lounging on the deck, enjoying each other's company, and basking in the warm sun. Wearing her swimsuit, Jessy and the group would occasionally take a plunge into the crystal-clear water to enjoy the refreshing ocean. Dinner was an extravagant affair, with delicious food and drinks prepared by a private chef. Luhrmann discussed his upcoming projects while Gonzalez shared anecdotes from her recent film shoot. Jessy took it all in, feeling grateful to be surrounded by such talented individuals.

The night continued with more merriment and lively conversations. As midnight approached, Jessy could barely keep her eyes open.

"What a fantastic day," she said with a yawn.

"I couldn't agree more," replied Baz, "but we should probably turn in for the night."

With reluctant goodbyes, the group dispersed and Jessy and Lewis made their way back to their cabin on the yacht, laughing and reminiscing about the day's adventures. It had been a long but magical day, filled with new experiences and unforgettable moments. As they entered their designated space, they both shed their clothing and headed to the en suite to shower off the night's festivities.

The warm water cascaded down Jessy's body as she stood under the shower head, her mind still buzzing with the events of the day. She could hardly believe that she had spent the day sailing on a luxurious yacht with some of Hollywood's biggest names. It was a dream come true.

As Lewis joined her in the shower, their bodies pressed against each other. His hands immediately found her breasts, rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefinger until it hardened into tightened buds. He began to explore further down her body, his fingers tracing circles on her stomach before moving lower. She gasped as he brushed against her most intimate area, sending shivers through her body.

"Fuck, Jessy," Lewis whispered huskily in her ear, "you have no idea how bad I want you right now."

His words sent a jolt of electricity through Jessy's body, heightening the sensations she was feeling. She turned to face him, their eyes locking in an intense gaze as they both gave into their desires.

Their lips met in a fiery kiss as Lewis pushed her against the shower wall. Jessy could feel Lewis growing harder against her, the evidence of his arousal pressing against her stomach. She ran her hands down his back, feeling every ripple of muscle beneath his skin. Without breaking their kiss, he reached down to lift her leg and wrapped it around his waist, allowing him better access to her.

With a moan, Jessy broke the kiss and leaned back against the shower wall, giving Lewis full control. He took advantage of the position and began to explore every inch of her body with his mouth, trailing hot kisses from her neck down to her breasts.

Her breathing quickened as he took one hardened nipple into his mouth. Jessy felt like she was on fire, every touch sending waves of pleasure through her body. She couldn't remember ever feeling this consumed by desire before.

Lewis continued his exploration, mapping out every curve and dip of Jessy's body with his lips and tongue. His hands roamed freely, gripping her hips and pulling her closer to him. He kissed her passionately as he positioned himself between her legs, teasingly rubbing himself against her entrance. Jessy whimpered in frustration, wanting him inside of her so badly.

"Please," she begged.

"Please what, baby? Tell Sir what you want."

"Please fuck me, Sir."

Without another word, Lewis entered her in one swift motion, filling her completely. They both moaned at the sensation, losing themselves in each other, consumed by a desire that had been simmering all day. Every nerve in her body was alive, sending waves of pleasure through her as Lewis thrust into her with an intensity that took her breath away.

Jessy gasped as Lewis hit a particularly sensitive spot inside of her, causing a surge of pleasure to course through her body. She clung to him tightly, wrapping her legs around his waist and digging her nails into his back. Their moans and cries filled the steamy shower as they moved together in perfect rhythm.

Every thrust sent waves of pleasure through her body, driving her closer and closer to the edge. She could feel herself getting close, her walls tightening around him as she climbed higher towards ecstasy.

Sensing her impending release, Lewis slowed his pace slightly, wanting to prolong their moment of intimacy. He leaned down to capture her lips in a searing kiss, deepening the connection between them.

"Fuck, baby, just like that," she moaned into his mouth as he gripped her hips tightly and gave her long, shallow thrusts.

Jessy's legs began to shake as she drew closer to the edge. Sensing her impending release, Lewis stopped his movements and pulled out of her completely.

"What are you doing?" Jessy pouted, feeling frustrated at being denied her release.

"Patience, baby," Lewis said with a smirk as he turned off the shower and stepped out of the stall. He grabbed a towel and quickly dried himself off before wrapping it around his waist.

Jessy watched him with hungry eyes as he walked over to the sink and grabbed a small bottle of oil from the cabinet. He poured some onto his hands and rubbed them together before turning back to face her.

He motioned for Jessy to step out of the shower and she complied eagerly. As soon as she was standing next to him, Lewis pushed her up against the bathroom counter and spread her legs apart with one hand while using the other to apply oil to her sensitive folds.

Jessy gasped at the sensation, but was too lost in pleasure to complain. She gripped onto the counter for support as Lewis massaged her clit with skilled fingers while gently rubbing oil over her entrance.

"Oh god," she moaned as she felt herself getting closer and closer to orgasm once again.

Just before she could reach her peak, Lewis pulled his hand away causing Jessy to groan in frustration.

"Not yet," he said softly as he lifted one finger coated in oil up to Jessy's lips. "Clean me."

Jessy eagerly sucked on his finger, tasting herself mixed with the sweet oil. She could feel her arousal growing even more as Lewis watched her with dark, hungry eyes. "Turn around," he commanded, his voice low and husky.

Jessy eagerly complied, bracing herself against the counter as she felt him press his body against hers from behind. She could feel his hard length pressing against her lower back.

He trailed kisses down her neck and back.

"God, you're so beautiful," he whispered against her ear before biting down on her lobe gently.

Jessy moaned loudly at the feeling, arching her back and grinding herself against him. She wanted him inside of her again, to feel that delicious tension building between them once more.

But Lewis had other plans. He continued to tease and torment her with soft touches and hot kisses until Jessy was practically begging for release.

Finally, unable to resist any longer, Lewis grabbed onto Jessy's hips and pulled them back towards him as he thrust into her from behind. Jessy cried out in pleasure as she felt him fill her completely once again.

Their movements were frantic and desperate now as they both reached towards their peak. Jessy gripped onto the edge of the counter for support as Lewis pounded into her with increasing intensity. Feeling himself getting closer to the edge as well, Lewis reached around Jessy's body and began rubbing circles over her clit with his thumb. The added stimulation sent Jessy over the edge and she screamed out his name. They both came together in a powerful release that left them both breathless and spent.

Lewis leaned his forehead against Jessy's shoulder as they both tried to catch their breaths. After a few moments, he turned Jessy around to face him and pulled her into a deep kiss.

They stood there for what felt like hours, just holding each other close in the steamy bathroom. Eventually, they pulled away from each other and headed to bed, snuggling under the covers as they basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking.

Jessy stirred in bed, the morning sunlight streaming through the windows and warming her skin. She turned to see Lewis smiling down at her sleepily.

"Good morning," he said, his voice husky from sleep.

"Good morning," Jessy replied with a smile. "How did you sleep?"

"I slept like a rock," Lewis chuckled as he leaned in to kiss her forehead.

"Do you…do you have a thing for doggy style or something? You seemed pretty insistent on it," Jessy asked with a hint of humor in her tone.

Lewis gave her a smirk. "It's one of my favorite positions. But I'm open to trying new things if you have any suggestions," he said with a wink.

Jessy's cheeks warmed and playfully smacked his chest. "You're insatiable."

"I can't help it, you drive me crazy," Lewis replied.

Their lips met in a passionate kiss, but their moment was interrupted by the buzzing of Jessy's phone on the nightstand. They reluctantly pulled away and Lewis lazily extended his arm to grab it.

"Give me the phone, Lewis!" she chuckled as she playfully tried to take it from him.

"No way, I wanna see who's texting you so early—" Lewis trailed off as he read the text message from someone asking Jessy out on a date. "Who the fuck is this nigga? And why is he hitting you up for a date?"

Jessy's heart dropped as she saw the name on her phone. She had been hoping to avoid this conversation with Lewis for as long as possible, but now it seemed inevitable.

"Xavier is just a friend," she said, trying to keep her tone even.

"Just friends? And yet he's texting you at six in the morning asking for a date?" Lewis scoffed. "I don't buy it."

Jessy took a deep breath before answering. "I don't know why you're acting so possessive, Lewis. We're not together. You don't think that I don't know that you're out there flirting with other girls? I'm not dumb, so don't try to play like we're doing nothing more than satisfying each other's needs."

Jessy's words stung Lewis like a sharp knife. He knew he didn't have any right to be possessive or jealous, especially since they weren't even officially together. But the thought of Jessy going out on a date with someone else made his blood boil.

"I don't give a fuck 'bout them, Jessy," Lewis seethed. "Why do you even need other guys when you have me? Text him back and tell him no. He can't have you."

Jessy spoke with fire in her voice. "Who do you think you are?" she challenged. "I don't belong to you. I'm not in a relationship and I have the right to make my own decisions."

Jessy got up from the bed and slammed the bathroom door behind her, feeling frustrated and angry. She couldn't believe Lewis's possessiveness and jealousy. They had made it clear from the beginning that their relationship was purely physical, with no strings attached. So why was he acting like this?

She splashed cold water on her face, trying to calm herself down. Jessy looked at herself in the mirror and took a deep breath.

But she couldn't shake off the words Lewis had said. "He can't have you."

It felt like a threat, and if Lewis thought he could control who she chose to be with, he was mistaken.

TO BE CONTINUED.....

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for gossiping about a friends relationship?

I know this sounds really bad but I just wanted to share.

I (14F) have been friends with a friend who we'll call Jessica (15F)

Jessica broke up with her now ex boyfriend Carter (15M) sometime in October. He accused her of cheating because of her very close relationship with Jake (14M)

It is very evident that the J's were flirting during the relationship and are still like this. Many friends and classmates have pointed this out and asked if they were dating.

Me, being an awkward teenager in a public school, of course talked to people about this breakup around October and November. To multiple different people who bring it up to me. Of course sometimes I would bring up the drama but I feel thats just the average high school experience.

Then it is revealed that Carter liked another girl, Bridgette (15F) during the relationship. He goes on to ask her out/confess to her sometime in Nov/Dec. This brings everything between Carter and Jessica back up.

People are constantly switching sides about who they believe to be in the right. This is the time where somebody tells me the "rumor" (it was half true) that Bridgette rejected Carter. Now this is half true, she wasn't ready for a relationship.

The way I know all of this? Somebody told me of course. I also found out from the primary sources because these people are in my friend group.

Nobody was that hurt from people talking about it, because thats what people do all the time. I don't feel it was that big of a deal

The other day, Carter started yelling at me out of nowhere over text in a groupchat. He swears at me and gets mad at me from stuff unrelated to this. This stuff was not even something to get mad over and he wasn't even part of it, so I'll spare you the details.

Jessica joins in with Carters rant and starts getting mad at me about starting the rumors about the realtionships which,

I did not start them

There are no rumors, these are facts

Literally other people in the group chat were talking about you

Bridgette, and the 2 others arent defending me but they aren't mad at me.

I could only say I'm sorry because you can't say anything mean and lose your friends.

I believe that

This should have never been brought up because it actually, was not a big deal, seriously, the gossiping ended after 2 weeks each instance

I did not "make jokes" and "spread rumors" to be "popular and funny" like Jessica claimed i did

Carters behavior was uncalled for because he is always trying to get a rise out of people like this. He is constantly trying to bring up everything slightly controversial thing that some one does, and then make them feel like shit about it.

I'd like to note that Jessica like to always "take the moral high ground" she constantly tells people that they are horrible people, hypocrites and pick-me's. She acts like she is better than most people and nobody calls her out for it.

I don't think I was the asshole because everyone was in the wrong

Jessica for cheating and believing she is better than everyone.

Carter for being an asshole to people

And me for gossiping about it

What they have done compared to my actions make me feel like I wasn't the asshole, and gossiping was justified.

So AITA??

What are these acronyms?

[flowerandblood]

A Winter Beauty (5)

[Aemond Targaryen x fem!Stark reader]

[warnings: kissing, fluff]

[description: Aemond and his family arrive at Winterfell for Rickon Stark's Name Day. There, Aemond meets his daughter, who arouses his desire. I changed some names and facts for the sake of the plot. Viserys is also slightly younger in this version.]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous and next parts: Masterlist

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Aemond awoke, lying alone. He felt a strange tightness in his heart at the sight. Only a few hours ago, when he had woken up several times, carried away by emotions and what had happened between them, he had felt her body, her face pressed against his chest, her arms tightly around his waist. He had never let a woman fall asleep next to him before.

Now, looking at the white sheets in front of him, he felt empty. He thought that this was their last joy together. That he would return to Kings Landing, marry one of Lord Baratheon's daughters, and lie in bed with them, imagining young Lady Stark lying underneath.

He smiled ironically at the thought that he should take her tonight and fly on Vhagar with her, marry her by force, as the first kings had done. He was snapped out of his thoughts by a servant who entered his tent hesitantly.

"My prince, your queen mother wants to see you." He said softly. Aemond pursed his lips, wondering if Criston might have seen Y/N come out of his tent before dawn. He felt a tightness in his chest.

He dressed quickly and headed for the queen mother's tent. As he entered, he saw that they were talking quietly about something with Ser Criston. They both looked at him concerned, so he knew what had happened. It surprised him that he no longer cared what they thought of him.

"You called me, mother." He said calmly. Alicent nodded at Criston, dismissing him, and he left without a word, not looking at him. His mother looked away for a moment, as if weighing her words. She was clearly distraught.

"I thought you were different from Aegon." She finally said with a hint of regret and disappointment, her gaze expressing real, motherly pain.

"What are you accusing me of?" He asked dispassionately, his insolence unnerving her.

"Of what? Aemond!” She walked over to him, spreading her arms out in desperation. "What was Lady Stark doing in your tent last night? What were you thinking? She's the lord's daughter! How could you disgrace her like that?"

Aemond frowned at the words, but his face remained stony.

“I did not disgrace her. We were just talking." He lied easily. He wasn't about to give his mother cause for imagination. If he told her what really happened, she wouldn't understand anyway. Alicent laughed helplessly at his words.

"The mere fact that you were alone in the tent at night will make any serious lord question her virginity. Now how would she find a worthy husband?" She asked, distraught that she had to explain such things to him, seeing that as a man he completely failed to understand a woman's perspective. Aemond looked her straight in the eye.

"If you had spoken to my father the king instead of gossiping with Ser Criston, you would have known that I wish to marry Rickon Stark's daughter." He said angry. Alicent looked at him shocked. For a moment she couldn't get a word out.

"You know you are to marry one of Lord Baratheon's daughters." She said hesitantly, looking at him as if he was completely insane. Aemond rolled his eye, already on the verge of despair and losing any patience. It was only out of respect for his mother that he held back what came out of his mouth.

“My marriage to any of his daughters will be like yours with my father. Impassive. But I will obey you as always, mother. I will do what you want." He said through clenched teeth and left the tent, enraged beyond measure.

As he walked through the camp, he saw out of the corner of his eye that Y/N was teaching Helaena to shoot a bow. Their eyes met. He could see the terror in her eyes – she must have known Criston had seen her. He looked away, his heart constricting, and started toward his tent.

He spent several hours there, lying and reading a book. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't focus on what he was looking at. He didn't want to go out and watch the world fall on his head.

He felt terrible that his mother might tell Lord Stark what he had done and humiliate Y/N in his eyes. Ruin her chances of a good marriage with another lord with both eyes. He pursed his lips at the thought and swallowed hard.

After a while, Ser Criston entered his tent. Aemond gave him a look that could kill. Criston was smiling.

"Lord Stark would like to see you, my prince."

Aemond wondered if there was another litany ahead of him, but Criston's expression surprised him. Criston turned to him as they walked through the camp.

“Whatever you said to our queen, it worked. Forgive me, but I had to tell her. I didn't know you asked the king for her hand." He said calmly. Aemond didn't say a word to him.

He entered the king's tent. His father the king was sitting on the throne with a tired expression on his face, his queen mother was standing next to him. Lord Stark and his wife were standing in front of them, they turned to Aemond entering with puzzled expressions.

"You called me, my Lord." He directed his words at Rickon Stark, but he didn't look at him, tired and discouraged.

"Yes. The King and Queen have just surprised us greatly with the news of Your intention towards our daughter." He said hesitantly, and Aemond gave him a shocked look.

He looked at his father and his mother. Alicent looked at him with pain, but she was smiling. Aemond swallowed hard, clasping his hands behind his back.

"I want to marry her, Lord Stark." He finally said and dared to look at him. Lord Stark couldn't quite believe what was happening. It was obvious that neither he nor his wife expected this at all. There was a momentary silence, Lord Stark and his wife looked at each other in silence. Finally, Lord Stark spoke up.

“I promised my daughter that I wouldn't force her into marriage. So we need to hear what she has to say about it." He answered briefly. Alicent nodded to one of the servants.

"Bring Lady Y/N to us."

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After a few minutes, the young Lady Stark entered the tent, terror in her eyes. Aemond's heart clenched uncomfortably at the sight, for he knew she thought it was about what had happened between them in the night. He prayed that she wouldn't start apologizing for anything in advance, that it wouldn't appear that he wanted to marry her just because of their closeness at night. Y/N didn't give in to fear completely, however, and wisely waited to see what her father had to say. She couldn't hide the tremors of her body.

"You called me, father." She spoke softly, as if there was no saliva in her throat. She looked at him imploringly. Her father nodded to her, looking kindly at her.

"Come closer, child."

Lady Stark approached him with her head humbly bowed. Father addressed his words directly to her.

“Daughter, the king and queen have just made an offer to our house. They want you to marry their son, Prince Aemond." He spoke calmly and slowly, as if fearing that this information would make her furious or despair. Y/N looked at him with wide eyes, pale as if she was about to pass out. Her father stroked her shoulder as if he feared his worst fears had just come true.

"Of course, you don't have to answer now. You have the right to think." He said reassuringly, young Lady Stark looked at Aemond, who was looking at her with pain. From all the stress and terror that had held her since the morning, tears began to fall from her eyes involuntarily. Her father thought she was having a panic attack. The king and queen looked at her concerned.

"Is it true?" She asked in a shaky voice, looking at Aemond. He couldn't take his eye off her. If he could, he would hug her to him, press her against his chest, kissing her hair. But he knew he couldn't do that.

"Yes." He spoke softly, his voice slightly trembling despite his best efforts. "I want you to be my wife."

Y/N took deep breaths as if she couldn't believe what was happening.

"I humbly ask you to accept me as your husband." He said calmly, ignoring the surprised looks of his father and mother. Only then did they believe he was serious all time along.

"I agree." She said softly, her father and mother looked at her in shock. Aemond couldn't stop the tip of his mouth from twitching in satisfaction. Y/N finally smiled. It was obvious that she was using all the rest of her will to keep from throwing herself at his neck.

Aemond walked over to her, took her hand, and kissed it, squeezing his eye shut, indulging in her scent and the softness of her skin. Y/N couldn't take it any longer, took a deep breath and pressed herself greedily to his chest.

Even though he knew the king and queen and her parents were looking at them, he couldn't refuse her, being euphoric himself. He hugged her tightly, burying his nose in her hair. They released each other quickly, so as not to embarrass those present and smiled at each other.

***

The news of their engagement was announced during an evening feast where they were allowed to sit side by side. All the Northern Lords received this news with great enthusiasm, hoping that this marriage would also strengthen their position and the entire region in the kingdom. Young Lady Stark wore a light-colored gown with long, floor-length sleeves embroidered with wildflowers for the evening. Her black hair fell freely over her bare shoulders. Aemond thought, looking at her, that she looked like the personification of spring.

Their eyes met. Y/N inhaled softly as she saw his gaze on her. Her trembling hand touched his hand under the table, and he automatically grabbed it and kissed it. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't help remembering once after seeing her breasts, how they kissed shamelessly, how he had slid his tongue deep into her throat as he watched her come. He swallowed hard at the thought. He knew from looking at her that she couldn't stop think about it either.

This led to the fact that the tension between them was even greater than at the beginning. His fingers gently traced over her hand and wrist, which rested on the armrest of her chair. He could feel the shivers running through her every time, and he smiled to himself at the sight.

He had previously spoken to his father, who told him that he was to explain the situation to Lord Baratheon himself, and that he was to go to Storms End immediately upon returning to Kings Landing. The king wanted one of the daughters to be a lady-in-waiting to Helaena when she became Aegon's wife, in return for breaking the original plan. Aegon also spared no comments to his younger brother.

“I thought I was the only one thinking with my dick. But you must have completely lost your mind. You will take her to bed and then she will become completely indifferent to you." He laughed, patting him on the shoulder. For Aemond, he was the last person to lecture him about his feelings for women. He knew that deep down Aegon envied him because Lady Stark had caught his attention as well.

During the last two days they had spent at Winterfell, Aemond and Lady Stark had been under Ser Criston's constant, unbearable scrutiny. They were now free to talk without shame, and he could kiss and touch her hands when no one was looking, but the intimacy they had allowed in his tent that night, which they needed so much, was now unattainable.

It didn't help that their mothers, the Queen and Lady Stark, had arranged for the wedding to take place seven months after Aegon and Helaena's wedding. Of course, House Stark was all invited to the wedding of the future king and queen, which meant that Aemond and Y/N would meet in two months. They knew, however, that the ordeal of being under constant surveillance awaited them.

Aemond wanted the young Lady Stark to accompany him before he returned to Kings Landing. He wanted to show her Vhagar, to see what the mightiest dragon now flying around the world looked like, and her future husband was its rider.

They came out into a large field covered with snow where Vhagar lay. If someone were passing by, they would think that it is just a stone mountain. Y/N took a deep breath and stopped, shocked by her size and her appearance. Horror and excitement mingled on her face. Aemond squeezed her hand.

"Do not be afraid, my lady. Do you want to come closer?” He asked, wanting to give her a choice though, knowing that this was the first time she had seen a beast of this type, especially of this size. She looked at him with big, glowing eyes and nodded timidly. They moved together, their fingers intertwined in their handshake.

Y/N stared in awe at her huge head, wings, claws, and tail. The creature she knew only from history and legend now lay before her, deep asleep.

"She's wonderful. Can I touch her?" She asked quietly, hesitantly, glancing at him uncertainly. Aemond looked at her, surprised at her courage. He nodded softly, leading her closer.

They both stopped as Vhagar detected a foreign scent and opened her eyes lazily. Seeing Aemond, she exhaled softly from her great nostrils, which billowed out as pillows of thick steam. Y/N pressed herself against his arm, impressed by what she was experiencing.

Vhagar watched them carefully, but didn't even look up. Apparently, she did not feel any threat, and the snow beneath her pleasantly cooled her fire-heated body. Aemond took Y/N's hand in his and placed it on the side of the dragon's mouth. She watched them calmly, but didn't even move.

Y/N sucked in a breath, feeling the hard dragon scales. Aemond leaned over her, whispering in her ear. Criston, standing several meters away, looked away, wanting to at least give them a bit of privacy while saying goodbye.

"Once you are my wife, you will travel the kingdom with me on her, Lady Stark." He said low, and Y/N shivered at the feeling of his hot breath so close to her face. Unable to control himself, he began kissing her cheek and neck, their hands still resting on Vhagar. Y/N's heart was pounding like crazy, she didn't want him to leave her.

"Abduct me and make me your wife." She whispered softly, and he moaned low at her words. She turned her face to him, and he pressed his tongue between her lips in a shameless, wet kiss that made them both feel pressure between their thighs.

They kissed passionately, Aemond holding her face close to him with his other hand, so she wouldn't move an inch. The wet sound of their mouths were all that they could hear. Lady Stark let him penetrate her lips, returning each kiss.

He finally pulled away from her lips and pressed his nose against her cheek.

"Soon."

_____

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@zenka69 @melsunshine @opheliaas-stuff @namoreno @dreamlandcreations

[imaginedreamwrite]

Andy getting accused of cheating on his wife with his work wife because no one knows they are married. She wanted to make a name for herself so she kept going by her maiden name at work

“I think its disgusting.” Your ears pique at the sound of gossip, and you try to be nonchalant when you raise your head and look at the two women standing near the copier, whispering between themselves.

“He’s cheating on his wife, with her.” Your hand nearly flies to your mouth to hide your biting laugh, immediately catching on to what they’re talking about.

Or rather, who they’re talking about.

“Mr. Barber has a wife at home, she should keep her damn nose out of other people’s marriage.” They look at you, brashly throwing you a dirty look before the door to your department opens and Andy walks inside with a pair of coffees in his hand.

“She’s married too. Did you see the rock on her hand? Gold-digger can’t get enough dick-“

Your husband is as beautiful as ever, thick beard giving him an air of woodsy intrigue and masculinity. He’s tall, absolutely squandering your height with his own, a different that is both a turn on to you and him.

“Mr. Barber, good morning.” They greet him with warmth and endearment, snidely look you over when you stand. You walk around the desk to greet him with a quick kiss to the cheek and a soft laugh when he sits on your desk and pulls you into his chest, hands cupping his neck.

“This feels like an HR violation.” You mumble softly, looking at him through your lashes.

“I have an in with HR. In fact,” he slips his hand down your back, toying with you, “I think my HR insider should spend the next hour across my desk-“

“Mr. Barber!” One of the women squawks, her shrill protest cutting the moment short. “You have a wife!”

“Relax, Piety Prudence.” Andy’s chuckle reverberated against you. “Y/N is my wife, we have different last names.”

“I kept my maiden name.” You turned your head and flashed them a victorious grin, enjoying their stalwart silence and shock. “I guess that makes me his homely wife and his dirty mistress.”

“God, I love it when you’re dirty.” Andy grins and yanks you even closer, smacking your ass for shock and awe. “Come see me in my office in ten minutes, we have to have a discussion.”

[shy-urban-hobbit]

#34 for Laiden/Lambden if you are feelin’ it?

34 - "Please don't do this." - My brain decided to go down the 'hurt them to keep them safe' route with this one. Hope you like it!!

"Please don't do this." It wasn't quite begging, but it was a near thing as Lambert heard his own voice tremble slightly, "Please don't leave."

Aiden gave a derisive huff of a laugh from where he was shoving on his boot, not bothering to look at Lambert as he replied, "Cats get bored easily and you I'm afraid, have lost your entertainment value." He stood and started to strap on his swords and armour, "Don't get me wrong, it was fun while it lasted. But that was all it was ever going to be."

"Not to me, it wasn't." Lambert snarled, attempting his usual trick of hiding vulnerability under anger.

It didn't work as Aiden laughed fully this time. A cruel sounding thing Lambert had never heard from the other before as he turned to look at him, "Oh, you poor naive thing." Aiden's condescending tone matching the twisted smile " You Wolves really are starved for it aren't you? Typical stray, follow anyone who sees fit to throw you a few scraps."

He let his gaze briefly sweep over the room one last time before leaving with a curt "Don't follow me." Letting the door slam behind him.

Aiden made it about two miles from the outskirts of the town before he allowed himself to break, dropping to his knees by the roadside and heaving as if he'd just run from one end of the continent to the other as he tried to take in a full breath. His chest in a vice grip as he was sure he could physically feel his heart crack.

He'd had no choice. There had been talk at the Caravan for years but what was idle gossip had now turned into a very real threat.

They had been watching him. Watching them. There had been whispers and accusations that winter - from Jad especially - about whether Aiden was no longer trustworthy, how he favoured a rival school over his own, how he'd 'changed' spitting the word as if it were a curse (so what if he didn't take human contracts anymore!?), accompanied by threats from various other groups and individuals that if Aiden didn't put an end to it, they would and they wouldn't spare either of them. It's not as if relations between the two schools could get any worse. What difference would it make if they put down one more Wolf? Aiden couldn't care less what they did to him, but the thought of them hurting Lambert made him panic in a way he hadn't since the day of the first Trial.

The most worrying part of all of this was that Guxart had stayed silent on the matter. Whether those involved had managed to keep him in the dark or whether the older Cat agreed with them Aiden didn't know, and it was a risk he wasn't willing to take. Not if it meant Lambert's life on the line, not when he'd caught glimpses as the two of them travelled together. His brethren careful to keep themselves hidden from Lambert, but reminding Aiden. Waiting.

And so, he had made his choice. The words burning as they fell from his mouth, as he pushed all of the hate he felt towards himself outwards and hoped it would be enough to convince Lambert that it was directed at him. Trying not to look at Lambert until he absolutely had to, knowing he would lose his resolve if he did. He could only hope now that his act had been enough to convince any prying eyes or eavesdroppers to keep Lambert safe, if they believed he was now nothing more than a discarded toy.

Eventually, Aiden came back to himself enough to drag himself to his feet. Even though he wanted nothing more than to roll himself into the ditch which ran alongside the road and not move until either starvation exposure, or a monster got him. Whichever came first.

"Stay safe, Love." He whispered under his breath, casting a longing look over his shoulder and praying that Lambert had had the sense to travel in the opposite direction if he wasn't still in the town.

"You're a Witcher yes? I was wondering if you might be for hire, so to speak."

Aiden peered at the man from over his tankard. Well dressed, well spoken. Potentially the first decent pay he'd had in weeks.

"Depends on the job." Aiden answered as he put his tankard down, leaning forward to show the stranger he was listening, "I don't take human contracts. Find another Cat for that."

"Oh, no. Nothing as crude as that!" The stranger said, flapping a hand as if he were warding off a bad smell, "I seem to find myself with an Ogre situation. Tell me, what do you know of curses?"

[bonitanightmxres]

Rumor || RHETT ABBOTT

PAIRING: Rhett abbott x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS: After a close relationship blossoms between you and the well-known bull rider, everyone assumes you’re dating. to combat the small-town gossip, you and rhett take action.

WARNINGS: PURE FLUFF

WORD COUNT: 1.9k 

Rhett didn’t think you’d would be at The Handsome Gambler tonight. Not really, anyway. He’d purposely come with Perry after placing fourth in that lousy PBR event, hoping to blow off some steam and drink away the night. But as you walked in with a couple of your friends, smiling from ear to ear, he couldn’t take his eyes off you. He watched your every step until you slid into the booth—you on one side, and your friends on the other.

“…you even listenin’ to what I’m sayin’?” Perry questioned.

“Uh-huh.” Rhett didn’t even bother looking at his brother. The truth was that Rhett had stopped listening to Perry’s voice a long time ago, and instead focused his hearing on you. He could make out the faint sound of your laugh, and that was enough to make him feel jittery inside. The simple thought of you made him smile.

Perry knew he’d lost his brother’s attention, and chuckled knowingly when he turned his head to see what was so mesmerizing to his brother. “See, what you’re doin’ right there, is exactly why people here keep talkin’.”

Over the past couple of years, you’d changed something in him and he knew it. At first, it scared him. Rhett hadn’t known what it was like to be so purely and innocently in love before, where all he wanted to do was be in your company. “What do you mean?”

“C’mon,” Perry scoffed. “The way you look at her? The way she smiles at you? Everybody ‘round this place thinks you’re together, and everytime I tell ‘em you’re not, they don’t believe me.”

If it hadn’t been for the darkness of the bar, Rhett would’ve been sure that the redness of his cheeks could be visible. He chuckled a bit, shaking his head. Of course he’d known about the talk going on recently, he wasn’t an idiot. Despite the “playboy cowboy” persona he gave off, he hadn’t been with any other girl since a different kind of relationship began to blossom between you. Though it wasn’t like you were his, you’d only really begun to see each other as friends, going out here and there, sometimes in a group, sometimes alone. You’d been to his family’s ranch to help out a few times, you’d seen his bedroom, but to Rhett, being in the company of another girl didn't feel right, and he would later realize it was because he wanted nobody’s company other than yours. Rhett chugged the last bit of beer that remained and stood up, hoping the alcohol would kick in and give him the courage he needed.

“What’re you doin’?” Perry asked as his brother walked away.

Truth be told, Rhett didn’t even know, but all he wanted was to be yours.

...

"Don’t look now, your boyfriend’s on his way here,” one of your friends, Kate, said and giggled like a schoolgirl with your friend Lyla who sat next to her. 

From the corner of your eye, you could see Rhett Abbott slowly striding over to you. “He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Oh, really?” Lyla asked teasingly. “Then how come I heard from your neighbor you didn’t come home last Tuesday night? Said Rhett dropped you off the next morning. I bet you fuc—”

“Hey, darlin’,” Rhett’s country twang was fierce in his voice as he unknowingly interrupted Lyla’s accusation. He scooted next to you as you made room for him to sit, aware of the teasing smirks the women across from him gave you. “Sorry, am I interrupting?”

“Nope, not at all!” Kate’s voice became higher in pitch. “Lyla and I were actually gonna grab some more drinks. You two want anything?”

Both of you shook your head, and Lyla followed Kate and disappeared from sight, leaving you and Rhett at the booth. You enjoyed spending time with him, wherever you may have been, and it didn’t matter what you were doing. Just last week you’d helped repair one of the fences on his family’s land, and to you, there was no better place to be.

“Great job out there tonight,” you said, taking a sip from your drink. “I don’t know how you do it, making bull riding look so easy.”

“I came in fourth.” Rhett stated with disgust, as if you hadn’t been there to watch. It kind of embarrassed him, to do so poorly in front of you. Most of the time he could just block out his feelings and maybe impress you. But tonight? Just knowing that you were there to watch him made Rhett nervous.

You shrugged. “At least you weren’t last. That’s a win in my book.”

He appreciated the optimism and support you gave him no matter what. Win or lose, you managed to keep his spirits up when nobody else could. “So,” he began. “There’s a rumor goin’ around…”

A familiar melody began to from the jukebox, causing you to instinctively grip Rhett’s forearm and go, “Awww, I love this song!”

“Dance with me.” Rhett said out of the blue as he stood up, holding his hand out in front of you.

“Hang on, let me finish my drink.”

Rhett swiped your glass from the table, drinking the last swig himself, though it was a bigger drink than he realized and the taste nearly burned as it went down his throat. Rhett pulled you to your feet, walking you to the nearly empty dance floor, and you saw all the pairs of eyes that made it their business to stare and watch your next move. The song still played, and your arms naturally found their way around each other’s bodies as you swayed to the beat.

“You gonna buy me another drink?” You teased, earning a chuckle from Rhett.

He searched your eyes, how bright they gleamed back at him and he swore he saw his whole future with you in them. The mere thought of it made him smile, “I’ll buy you whatever you want.”

“Oh, yeah? What if I wanted the moon?”

“Then you’ll have it.”

You brought yourself closer to Rhett, and laughed as you rest your head on his shoulder. It was still sore after being bucked off that stubborn bull tonight, but he didn’t care.

“So tell me about this rumor of yours,” you said. “What’s it about?”

“Me and you.”

You raised your head and lifted an eyebrow curiously. “Is that so?” You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t heard the whispers in the last week or two—Kate and Lyla probably had something to do with it, you were sure. The truth was it didn’t bother you. If people thought you and Rhett were together, let them think it. In reality, you loved the rumors. It almost felt like if people kept talking about it, somehow it would be true.

“Mmhmm,” Rhett twirled you around, then brought you closer to him than ever before. Your chests nearly pressed against each other, and you could’ve sworn his heartbeat was going just as fast as yours. Deep down, Rhett sensed you felt the same way about him as he did you. “What do you think about that?”

Leaning in, you whispered, “Let’s give them something to talk about.”

Rhett’s eyes landed on your full, cherry-colored lips, and paused as if he were thinking twice about it. You couldn’t wait any longer, and stood on your tip-toes to close the gap between you. His lips were soft and they felt like home. Even though it was the first time you kissed Rhett Abbott, the jitters in your stomach had settled a long time ago, like your soul had already been intertwined with his somehow. Kissing him felt comfortable, like you’d done it a million times before this, and it was almost as if this is the way it was supposed to be.

Whistles and hollers and claps startled you both, making you jump and knocking you off cloud nine. The noise came from Kate and Lyla who had found new seats with Perry. Perry handed what looked like a bill over to Lyla, who undoubtedly placed a bet over whether or not Rhett would kiss you. Rhett glanced over at his brother, who gave him a thumbs-up, and rolled his eyes playfully.

“What do you say, cowboy? This rumor true or what?”

The song was long over by now, but Rhett made sure this moment with you wasn’t, twirling you and slowly dancing to the beat you created together.

Rhett grinned and kissed the top of your head, “Damn right it’s true.”

[retheagirl]

Friends don’t kiss friends

modern au with heizou! (warning: suggestive, mention of alcohol)

“I want to kiss you on the lips... platonically, of course.”

“Friends don’t kiss friends, darling.”

In other words, you have completely ruined your friendship with Shikanoin Heizou.

RIDE OR DIE BEST FRIENDS, that’s what Heizou is to you.

The kind of friend who you can pour the most mind-boggling secrets and gossip then keep your mouth shuts about it for years, the kind of friend where you can have a full conversation with just facial expressions, the kind of friend that you seem to develop your own secret language. He's your best friend, only your best friend, at least that’s what you want to convince yourself. 

After entering college you notice you started to see him differently. His touch suddenly sends electric shocks on your skin, you read deeper between the nonexistence lines in his words- something that hints very differently than what he’s actually saying, and everything he does are now attractive in your eyes.

Heart beating faster than normal, the red cheeks and nervous feeling when he's around— you weren't dumb, you know exactly what's going on with you but you’re mentally and emotionally are currently drowning in the river of Egypt called denial. You are almost convince that you’re going crazy, this feelings are making you go crazy and you're not sure how long you can act "normal" around him anymore.

Especially in a situation you are in right now.

In a party that you were invited to, just a week before your graduation, you are now drunk and staring at Heizou like he is some gorgeous Greek statue, credits to your impulsive thoughts. “I know I’m handsome but didn’t auntie tell you it’s rude to stare?”

“Well you are making it hard to look away” you said without missing a beat, it was impressive that you could still process his words like a sober individual when you supposedly have already drank 2 full glass of alcohol. Yes, the world might be spinning in your vision, and you might find it harder to know which is left or right but you can never not look at Heizou nor give up the effort to actually listen to his word. However that doesn’t mean you can process whatever slips out of your mouth.

Heizou clear his throat from your respond, a tint of red started to form on his cheeks. Was it from the alcohol or was it because of what you said— well the answer is quite obvious already.

With a confidence of a drunk man, you leaned into him— the distance wasn’t new, you had encountered this kind before. Where your lips could almost touch, where you can feel each others breaths on you skins, how your voices are so near that it almost feels intimate. And currently, it is intimate. The atmosphere was so thick that you can cut it with a machete.

“I want to kiss you on the lips” you whispered, though he shouldn’t have heard it over the deafening music, yet with how close you two are he heard you loud and clear “platonically, of course.”

Absolute rubbish.

“Friends don’t kiss friends on the lips, darling.”

“Then I guess I don’t want to be friends” there’s no denying it now, you are down bad for your best friend, and here you are ruining your friendship. Heizou smirked, leaning more closer than you already are, it could only take a tiny twitch and you’d kiss. You could hear your heart beating rapidly, blood rushing to your cheeks and anticipation boiling under your skin.

“You aren’t drunk, are you?” he whispered quite seductively, almost sending you to the edge of your sit and on your knees “accusation without proof is not good for you detective.”

A sly grin makes its way on to his face, he leaned away and disappointment washes over you. However you have no time in wallow over it when he grab you glass and drank what remains of the “alcohol”. After drinking everything he lick his lips as if to confirm the taste of the left over drops, this only made you gulp. 

He leaned in back to you and with no hesitation nor a pause— he place his lips on yours. The sensation of his lips finally on your own is heavenly in it’s own way, you were craving this, in every daydreams and in every almost within your interaction with him. It’s unbelievable how every thought of it— of him is addictive that you could just lose your mind with a single whisper of the first syllable of his name.

You swear you’re melting, your surrounding is now nonexistent in your head neither is the possible negative consequences that this one kiss could cause. But will you really regret it? Absolutely not. Not when he was so slick in guiding you closer to him to the point you are now sitting on his lap, what started as a simple kiss turned into a make out session.

Your body feels like its on fire, his touch sends electricity to your skin even through the your garments. Your senses was overloading with him, from touch to his breathing, moments later he finally let go of your lips. Half-lidded eyes looking directly at your own in a daze before another sly grin appear on his oh-so perfect face.

“I think I got the proof that I needed” this time, it took some time to fully take in his words. Your kiss-hazed mind could not function properly after what just happened, now completely forgetting the situation before the kiss, “proof on what?”

He chuckled, clearly amused.

“Proof that you’re definitely enamoured with me, sweetheart.”

note: first time writing Heizou, so you could say he is OOC but I hope it was still good and you guys enjoyed it. Reblogs, likes, and nice comments are greatly appreciated! Stay hydrated! <33 (not proofread btw)

[deviantartdramahub]

Ruling on the case of EvieJulia VS ExactlyBeardedNinja

This case is variously referred to as EvieJulia VS ExactlyBeardedNinja, EvieJulia VS GellyGirl, and EvieJulia VS the court itself (the first one because ExactlyBeardedNinja was the first accuser, the second because EvieJulia took it out on a sympathizer of the accuser, and the third out of human habit to shoot the messenger).

At https://www.tumblr.com/deviantartdramahub/732732845929463808/httpswebarchiveorgweb20231030081743https?source=share ExactlyBeardedNinja shared concerns about fellow regular FairyOfRainbows who had mentioned wanting to self-harm. ExactlyBeardedNinja connected this to EvieJulia's relationship with FairyOfRainbows which for a while hadn't been so different from what seems to some to be an ongoing habit of using her position for purposes of shame (that's another ongoing case with her, stay tuned for the ruling on that, assuming she or proxies wish to speak on that as they have done on the FairyOfRainbows case).

EvieJulia then began her defense (in part by posting the status post at https://web.archive.org/web/20231102215647/https://www.deviantart.com/eviejulia/status-update/So-these-two-users-Gellygirl-991977297 which wasn't necessary, both because one need only come here to make a case and because she decided to single out a sympathizer of the accusation based on her association with someone reputed to be someone whose critics EvieJulia sympathizes with, again that's another ongoing case here, stay tuned). She and company also showed up in the comment section of the entry at https://www.tumblr.com/deviantartdramahub/732788015617933312/dear-fucking-god-did-evie-really-take-part-in?source=share which was mistaken as a culprit entry in order to make her case known, where it was later revealed that FairyOfRainbows is physically alright, albeit still suffering (she could've posted too).

DeviantArtDramaHub therefore rules in favor of EvieJulia, and (unless she doesn't choose in which case this place will choose) she has the power to choose between...

A) ...this being addressed by ExactlyBeardedNinja in return for her (EvieJulia) making a statement addressing that the rumors about GellyGirl and/or her much-gossiped-about (including by EvieJulia) friend Club-Dreamiverse (as well as several others, such as RichardRayovaUnofficial) are deceptions in the case that they're formally ruled to be (also of note is that much of what would otherwise be another part of the outcome was wrapped up by the proven-via-link apologetic FairyOfRainbows who herself gave the source scare).

B) ...giving ExactlyBeardedNinja (and contemporaries) the right to remain silent in return for EvieJulia reserving for herself the right to remain silent.

As the winning defendant, she has the power of choice. Those are the ones.

[bucks-little-hop]

i wanna be the shadow when my bright future's behind me 2.2k

Buddie Week 2024 Day 3 - Clipboard Buck - Tattoos - "Is that my shirt?"

Read on ao3 here

Buck was up to something, that much was clear. He was being weird. Not the usual Buck weirdness, but the one he only got when he was making a decision that he wasn’t 100% sure on. His track record wasn’t always the best when it came to making a decision that was best for him. Best for the others, sure. Best for him? Not necessarily. The first shift he was being avoidant, no one pushed. Everyone had their off shifts. Yes Buck did chronically overshare about certain parts of his life, but he did still keep things close. Most important information about his life did seem to come out accidentally. The team had even left it alone for the next 3 shifts. The team may have let it go, and just let Buck come to them when he was ready, except they all had a day when Buck was coming in late.

“So Eddie, what’s up with Buck?” Hen asked, going for casual. She would have fooled an outsider, but not any of the people in the loft. She took a seat next to Eddie on the couch.

“Would you believe me if I said I really don’t know anything? Eddie put his phone down, turning to face Hen. “I tried asking, but he used Christopher to deflect. I couldn’t question him when suddenly I am intrenched in middle school drama. I think he might be talking to Maddie about it thought?” 

The pair on the couch turned towards Chimney sitting at the table. He was trying to innocently drink his coffee and not get pulled into the conversation. If it was any kind of secret, they would weasel it out of him.

Hen narrowed her eyes. “Chim, what do you know?” 

“If I have outside information, that is between me and my informants. You should just get better sources.” Chim stood up, preparing to head to a different part of the station. 

“So you do know something!” Hen got up and dragged Chim over to the couches with them. They weren’t nosy gossips for no reason. It was because they cared. It was also because Chim would cave and tell them what he knows. “So does it involve Maddie? Or is it just a Buck thing he’s talking to her about?” 

Chimney was going to hold strong, really he was. But he knew they meant well, and it could be important. “I’m not sure. I overheard Maddie talking on the phone with him about an appointment next week. Something about Buck going first, and then Maddie joining him towards the end? There wasn’t much other detail there.” 

“Buck took time off next week. He’s off on our 96 and then has 2 more days. You think it could be something serious?” Eddie was well aware of Buck’s time off. Buck made sure it was on the calendar on Eddie’s fridge. ‘No Dream Team’ with a frowning face was plastered over the two days. It was a silly thing to mark when they wouldn’t be on shift together, but they would continue to do it. Shifts always felt a little off when they weren’t partners. Easier to have the reminder to prepare.

“Buck? Willingly taking time off and not because Cap told him he had too much PTO accusing? There has to be something wrong there.” Hen pointed out. They all knew Buck’s PTO always seemed to be at the max of his bank, with him either donating it to others or Bobby forcing him to take some days off. He still usually ended up coming to visit the station one or two of the days off. There being a mystery appointment and Buck willingly taking time off? Clearly it was something bigger.

“If it was something medical, he would have to tell Bobby, right?” Eddie spoke, hoping his voice sounded even and level and didn’t give anything away. He was worried. He and Buck didn’t usually keep major things from each other, especially when it was major. “I can’t say for sure, but I don’t think Bobby knows. He seemed worried last shift too.” Not that Eddie was the assigned Buck keeper, but he knew Buck hadn’t seen Bobby since the last shift either. 

Any further thoughts on the matter were cut short by the blaring of the alarm. They all rushed to answer the call. The conversation wasn’t over, but it would have to wait. The team was a family, but they knew their little group was far closer with each other than the rest of the shift. They wouldn’t share something about Buck’s personal life with any of them. 

The call was originally only a single structure fire, but the wind had managed to push embers turning it rapidly into a 3 alarm fire. By the time they all got back to the station, any thought of continuing their conversation went to the wayside of getting in a hot shower and a nap. Eddie spent a little longer in the bathroom than the others. He was enjoying the hot water, and puzzling though everything that was going on. He and Buck hadn’t disclosed their relationship to the rest of the team yet. Bobby was the only one that knew, and that was only a paperwork thing. The two wanted to enjoy their time going from BuckandEddie to BuckandEddie. The shift had felt like the most natural thing to them, but their bubble was comfortable. Exposing the relationship to everyone else would be a lot more opinions than they were prepared to handle. The opinions would come from a place of love, Eddie was positive of that, but it was still a lot to have their family involved while there were still a few things the two needed to work through. Two people couldn’t have that much shared trauma without it eventually becoming some kind of a block. 

Eddie did eventually force himself out of the shower. He quickly got changed, before deciding to grab a hoodie out of his shared locker with Buck. The hoodie he reached for was definitely one of Buck’s. One of the other shift member’s wife had made them all them last Christmas. They had a little 101 Dalmatian graphic on the front and their last names on the back.  Eddie would never admit it, but he wore Buck’s version of the hoodie more than he wore his own. Having oversized clothing he could steal from his significant other was a new novel thing. He wouldn’t trade it for the world. He enjoyed the extra space in the shoulders and arms, the fraying starting on left side of the pocket from where Buck snagged it on something, the extra warmth that seemed to come just from it being Buck’s. 

The removal of the hoodie revealed something Eddie knew hadn’t been in the locker before. It was Buck’s clipboard. It was both a terror to the station, but a guarantee that everything was going to be done correctly. Normally, it was left hanging in a storage closet for when Buck got restless and went to make sure they had enough stock in the firehouse. For it to be in the locker, it felt like something was up. Checking around to make sure he was alone, Eddie pulled it out and sat down on one of the benches. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting to see, but he was not expected to see a bunch of doodles with Buck’s messy scrawl around them. 

Buck could be a semi decent artist when he wanted, the years of drawing with Christopher seems have paid off. Eddie felt his eyebrows furrow as he tried to connect the dots, but he wasn’t connecting shit at the moment. Did the doodles have to do with Buck’s weird behavior? The more Eddie stared, the less sense it made until he looked at one particular doodle. It looked almost like the outline of a polaroid with two fish where the photo would have gone. The handwriting on the bottom of it should have been a dead give away. Just keep swimming, written out by Christopher. 

“Is that my hoodie?” Buck’s voice startled Eddie. Eddie felt a slight blush across his face, feeling like a kid caught in the cookie jar. He knew he could steal Buck’s clothing. The two had shared plenty of times before they got together. The overwhelming urge to shove the clipboard back in the locker and pretend he hadn’t seen it did overcome Eddie, but he knew that would seem even more suspicious.  

“If you wanted to wear it, should have worked the full shift with the rest of us.” Eddie looked up as Buck walked into the locker room, pausing to drop a kiss to Eddie’s forehead before stuffing his bag into their locker. 

“Heard it was a rough call, you okay?” Buck shut the locker door and turned around, eyes evaluating his boyfriend. He could see the tense line in the older man’s shoulders as he nodded. The younger man held continued to study Eddie for a few seconds before sitting down on Eddie’s left. “I left that in the locker,  you don’t need to feel guilty about seeing it.” 

“I still should have asked. I knew it wasn’t mine and you clearly haven’t been ready to talk about what’s going on with you.” Eddie kept his voice light, making sure there was an out for Buck. He was curious about the clipboard in his hands but he wouldn’t push. He always knew Buck would tell him whenever he was ready to share. Until then, Eddie could support from the side. If it was something medical, it couldn’t have been major as he would only be off a week and Bobby didn’t seem to know about it.

“I was going to tell you, I just wasn’t sure how.” It was Buck’s turn to look a little sheepish. He gently took the clipboard from Eddie’s hands. “I’ve been planning a few new tattoos out. I wanted to get one for everyone important to me. I know everyone will try and talk me out of it, but I need to do this. I’ve talked it through with Dr. Copeland I promise.” He took a deep breath in with a slow exhale before continuing. “I know I am important to you all, and I really hope you all know how much I love you all. This is just a reminder for me. Even when we drift a little these are just reminders for me of the relationship we have. It’s a reminder of everything we have all been through. It’s why I’m taking time off. I’m getting them all done and then they need healing time before I can come back to work. ” 

Eddie stared down at the paper, everything clicking. He could see the various designs, not entirely sure on how all of them related to each person. The polaroid was clearly Buck and Chris. If he had to guess, the pinkies interlocking with some kind of monogram was for Maddie. There was a bundle of flowers he didn’t recognize but he thought could be for Athena. There was another design that looked like a bunch of random shapes and scribbles,  but he was sure held just as much meaning if not more than the others. Eddie reached over to interlace his closest hand with Bucks.

“I don’t think anyone would be mad about it. Maybe they would tell you to spread them out so you can recover more between the two. Everyone’s been worried about you all week, and then Chim let it slip that you had an appointment and you know us. We all jumped to worse case scenario.”  He gave Buck a gentle smile, wanting to make sure he was alright before he started his teasing again. “So which one is for me huh, I better be the most special one.” 

Buck took a second before responding. “I’m still working on yours. I haven’t liked anything my artist or I have come up with yet. Plus, we already sort of have matching tattoos and it’s going to be hard to top that.” Buck traced over Eddie’s arm tattoo with his spare hand. Eddie may not have been one to believe in fate and all that, but Buck did. There had to be some reason he and Eddie got tattoos that would line up together years before they met. “I’ll be at the studio pretty much the whole day. Maddie’s coming in at the end to get hers matching with me, but you could always come in earlier? Help me try and pick a design? Might have to hold someone’s hand too.”  

Eddie pulled their intertwined fingers to his lips, dropping a gentle kiss on the back of Buck's hand. He knew it would be an important day for Buck and he would do his best to be there. “I can come right after I drop Christopher off at school. Wouldn’t want you holding anyone else’s hand. I waited long enough for the privilege to be able to in the first place. Who knows, it’s been a while since I got a some fresh ink.” 

[angel-inrealtime]

November F1c Prompts Day 23

Day 23 - Sight (person)

His attention on you feels like a lightning bolt; it has been since the beginning.

/

You remember the first party, the invite from the friend of a friend in his garage on a trip to Spain for the race. Only by chance that you had something nice enough to wear, all silver beads and tiered fringes like something from The Great Gatsby though if anyone says it like that you’ll scream because you barely liked the book never mind the movie and maybe even bringing it was a mistake, and…

“Danny, you should meet my friends.”

Zing

His eyes were like honey, all over you even as he said hi to everyone equally as politely. You ducked off to get another drink and the bartender wouldn’t let you pay because then his arm was on the bar next to you.

“I didn’t get your name.”

(He did, it was just an excuse to pick up your hand and brush his lips against it, say ‘enchante’ with sparkling eyes; you caught the victory in them once you laughed)

“Sorry, that was cheesy.”

“I don’t think you’re sorry at all.” You accused, with a smile.

He laughed again and that was the most dangerous feeling, how much you wanted to keep making him laugh. “Busted.”

/

You keep waiting for it to change, for it not to feel like such a physical sensation when his eyes land on you. It doesn’t matter if it’s across the room at a party-

You still feel out of place, a little. It’s not that you don’t get along with the other driver’s wives and girlfriends, you’re just in a weird spot between all of them. They’re younger and stunning, budding influencers (and you’re friendly with their boyfriends because Daniel is friendly with everyone and some of them don’t like that), or they’re older and more settled, married with kids or in vastly different lines of work.

Geri likes you though, if she’s there she’ll go out of her way to catch you up on the kids and the donkeys (who she still calls Max and Daniel even though it makes Christian groan – it makes her smirk even while her eyes are wide and innocent and she says ‘I thought you were serious about their names, they’ll have a crisis if we change them now, I’ve been calling them that for years’) and whatever paddock gossip she hears.

But Geri isn’t here, and neither are the Sky team – Natalie will let you stay with her all night and keep you just as involved in conversation as Daniel would (you could tell why they got along instantly), and Naomi is partial to people watching from the corner just as much as you are when you need to recharge.

At least Martjin is here this time, holding court where you can blend in with the crowd near him, make Lando laugh with an offhand comment, and try not to think about how much your feet hurt from your heels.

Then you feel it and you look up and Daniel smiles at you from across the room like he was waiting for you to notice and it’s fine, it’s all worth it.

or after he’s crossed the finish line at a race

Blake uses you like a battering ram to get through the people and you want to kiss him for it, actually. The orange sea of the McLaren garages parts easily for you and all he has to do is keep his hand wrapped in yours until you’re at the front next to Michael.

He turns halfway to see who’s at his elbow and then yells at the realisation it’s you, wraps his huge arms around your shoulders and lifts you clear off the ground in his own excitement.

You’re crying in huge, gasping breaths but the feeling is euphoric.

“Hey…hey grab Zak or Andreas, if you can, I’ll get Grace and everyone on facetime.” Blake shouts near your ear when Michael finally puts you back on your feet.

The cars are noisy even as they idle, before they’re switched off, but it’s almost like it floats above everything. It feels surreal after so long, and if it’s like that for you, you can’t imagine what it’s like for him.

Even with only his visor open you can hear him yelling, and you know he sounds giddy with excitement, and then surprised, when Michael grabs him and once they’ve hugged he plants you right there, where he can see.

Daniel shouts again and then his arms are around you like a vice, so you’re not self-conscious holding him back just as tight. “I’m so proud of you.” It’s somewhere in the vicinity of his ear, so you hope he hears (you think his shoulders shake a little, under your hands).

Or just across the apartment.

You’re unpacking because you’ve finally done it - said fuck it and moved into his place in Monaco. But it’s not like…moving in with Daniel isn’t just moving in in Monaco. Which, you defend even in your head, is why it had taken so long. Because it’s moving in in LA, and in Perth, and the place in London you’d agreed on when your lease on the cosy little place in Camden you’d called home for the past few years ended.

That’s what had started the whole conversation.

It’s not that it doesn’t make sense, because it does. It makes so much sense. He’d come ready to convince you the hard way, like you were going to argue about it, even though you could count on one hand the amount of actual arguments you’ve had ever. You spend so much time together anyway, and travelling to do it, that you’re living out of suitcases and with shared dressers and wardrobes, and buying things for each other’s places, and are just generally ingrained in the fabric of each other’s lives.

You feel his eyes on you as you unpack your stuff into the study, which is arranged so you have half each, the print of album covers and texts ready to be hung above his desk, and you look up, searching.

You might imagine it but it’s almost like he blushes at being caught, lingering in the doorway.

“What’s up?”

Daniel shakes his head, leaning more fully against the doorframe now that you’ve seen him. “Nothing. Just…looking.”

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” You tease, looking away to stack your notebooks the way you like them on your desk.

“Rude.” He breathes, arms folded over his chest. “Anyway, I don’t have to, do I.” When you look up again his smile is almost nervous, a rare moment of actual vulnerability, even with the people he’s closest with (especially, sometimes). “‘Cause you’re here now. Like. Permanently.”

You stop and look at him properly, letting the feeling of his full attention wash over you. It’s still the same, even if the electricity is like a background hum through familiarity, now. “C’mere.” He moves almost before the word leaves your mouth, through the room and stops in front of you, all golden tan and bright shorts and oversized shirt – comfy, at home. You wrap your arms around his waist from where you’re sitting, bury your face in his stomach. Gently (almost reverently) you feel his thumb brush the tattoo behind your ear. “Permanently.” You affirm, when you pull your head back and look up at him, chin resting on his stomach now.

There’s something to be said for having your person right there, you think, throwing him a smile in the bathroom mirror while you brush your teeth.

[kerink]

so i relistened to 219 and am ready to talk about it

cecil first asked What do I not know, that I should know? and pulled the 12 of birds, followed by 3 listener questions

lets talk about the imagery in the card. scarecrow, multiple types of birds, yarn, and innards. scarecrows represent depression. blue jays represent cockiness/arrogance/overlooking, falcons represent focus on goals and ambitions, and pigeons represent taking blame for the actions of others as well as gossip/news. pumpkins represent being open and receptive. yarn can represent distress caused from monotony. and innards represent compassion.

taken together i think we can make a clear argument this card is trying to tell cecil he's unaware of how his positive qualities have turned into negative ones (Likely this is a pumpkin, but it evokes an open wound.) and that his actions, or inactions, are hurting himself.

this is further underscored by cecil following this card up with 3 letters from listeners (the first of whom being named robin [which represent sacrifice]) calling him and carlos out on either doing nothing about janet or accusing them of colluding with her.

cecil believes this card represents him being pulled in different directions (loyalty to his town, and to carlos) and that if people know he holds no power, that he can't do anything, they'll assume he's sided with the enemy and turn on him.

cecil then asked What do I know that I should not know? and pulled the shadow of the leopard, followed by discussion of doubles and their relationship to their counterpart

the imagery for this card is black leopard and the colors blue and grey. leopards represent the overcoming of obstacles however a black leopard represents that you're trying to hide or conceal your true self. blue represents protection/freedom and grey represents balance.

it's interesting cecil doesn't try to interpret this card despite it, theoretically, being something he knows. i don't have to say it though, right? the calm, comforting smile of the primary leopard seeing shelter and a mate, compared to the fearful or violent posture of the shadow. the sun and moon imagery, the connection between them despite Is the shadow the leopard’s shadow? Or is it a different entity entirely? Or is it an alternate version of the leopard?

it's kevin, right, we can all see that? especially followed up with dana, kareem, and fink forming a what? doubles support group? and kareem and fink going to lubelle for help and she tells them accept that you… are simply you.

in triptych kevin muses about what his life would have been like if things had been different for him, about his connection to cecil that could have been and never was. (he also briefly touches on this in one of the patreon bonuses)

and cecil replies: A counterpart that never was. A friend that I never had. A life that was never lived. 

there's almost a radical acceptance to this card, that we must accept ourselves as we are despite the hardships that come with it.

finally cecil asked What is not knowable at all? and pulled the 5 of rakes, followed by discussion of cecil's lack of father and a callback to the redwood forest

rakes symbolize taking direction in your life, and the number five symbolizes curiosity and change

if you know me you know that i believe bedtime story was about cecil, and this card is pointing there for me as well. the core tenant of bedtime story was there was a boy who was so curious about the world he couldn't pick a direction in his life, he was then tricked by an angel into becoming a tree.

we already have a strong connection linking cecil to trees from it sticks with you but now we have a boy who looks exactly like cecil hiding in a pile of leaves.

But why five rakes? And only one boy? mr and mrs palmer, cal, abby, and cecil makes five

particularly following this up with a callback to cecil's possible father (ala it doesn't hold up)

cecil's past and his family ARE unknowable to him, and whatever dark secret his past contains and whatever is buried, he'll never find out