#tummy is for besties & beloveds ONLY

[mediumtires]

I'm still not over this. How in the world Christian is sharing this and expect us to be okay ? HOW??

I'm also living for Fed to be there as their chaperon 😂 he cannot let these menaces free or chaos will prevail.

It got me thinking now, is Fred going to tease the hell out of Toto at each TP meetings now?

i would like to formally apologise i don’t understand how no one else is losing their mind about this? i am so about to lose my mind?

you’re telling me christian horner and toto wolff shared a flight to melbourne (loooooong flight from the uk) and christian just causally drops that bomb on us like it’s something they do all the time?

i swear the most compelling thing about them is that THEY LIKE EACH OTHER. all the yelling and the one upping and the creating fake scenarios for netflix, the comments, the quotes they feed the press, the mind games, "i don't have to kiss his arse" etc etc etc but at the end of the day they’ve been around the paddock together for over a decade. in 2014/15/16/17/18 they hung around each other ALL THE TIME.

and then 2021 happened and gLoVeS wErE oFf but even after that— may i remind everyone of preseason testing 2022?

this was literally only A FEW WEEKS after that commission meeting where masi got fired relocated. weeks after toto wore a black turtleneck like he’d just buried the w12. and they were acting like giggling schoolgirls twirling their hair and having a laff? are you joking? are you telling me these two whiny conceited big headed team bosses can just forgive and forget?

YES AND ITS BECAUSE THEY LIKE EACH OTHER. toto probably acknowledged what happened in ad wasn’t christian’s fault and christian’s crush on toto is big enough that he could move past merc protesting max's win and getting his bestie michael fired relocated.

and now you’re telling me they’re sharing flights. sure sure. probably because they’re really environmentally conscious. maybe even an accidental booking on a commercial flight. two personal assistants going “whoopsie didn’t check the passenger list sorry”. three if you count in fred but he and toto probably booked that flight together. surely they weren’t plane pooling a private chartered flight. cough cough surely not. these three old rich men (billionaire toto wolff) would totally sit first class on a commercial flight, 17 hours among commoners, before one of the hardest races of the season, one of them with a broken back, one of them blind, and one of them with a tummy ache. these three very rich men would totally suck it up and bite the bullet to make sure their carbon footprints stay as low as possible.

HELL no i don’t believe it for a second. they plane pooled. BECAUSE THEYRE FRIENDS.

christian is the longest serving tp along with franz tost but toto has been around since 2011ish when he first started at williams. they've known each other for A LONG TIME. no other team principals have been around as consistently and continuously as these two. sure some of the current tps have been around the paddock in other roles. and yet with the exception of toto and fred, none of them are "friends".

i am convinced they started hanging out. they must have because they were the two youngest tps around and everyone else was boring (except for maurizio my beloved). they build a rapport. some kind of undefinable bond, not friends, not colleagues, rivals maybe, but there's respect. even if christian won't ever admit to it ever. maybe they don't go to dinner together but I'm convinced they text occasionally, anything between "happy birthday" and "fuck you for buying out my engineer i actually needed that one". also. christian is ceo of a top level performing technology business (lmao) and if there's one thing toto knows it's management and finance. like I cannot imagine they have never had conversations about that. they're both passionate about racing. sure they probably have like hugeeee differences in opinions about certain things but it's because they're both willing to do whatever it takes for their team to win. they must respect that in the other. (their opinions are probably not even that different if we think about it. probably scarily similar actually. this is the problem, they are very much two sides of the same coin. they want their team to win and they’re willing to do pretty much anything to get there. they look at each other and don’t like what they see because they’re literally mirror images.) (THEYRE TOO SIMILAR)

IN CONCLUSION. they like each other. they may not be friends by common definition but THEY ARE SOMETHING. they share flights I rest my case.

(also yes obviously fred makes fun of them all the time it’s how he’s coded)

[moonchildreads]

so last year my always wonderful and dearly beloved @duquesademiel tagged me in a game that said i had to list three things i was proud of in 2022, and i've been thinking about that a lot so here's three things i was proud of in 2023!

i started posting my fics here and on ao3! this was a big thing for me because it was the first time in my life i took my craft seriously and gave it the love and respect it deserves, and i've been really enjoying it! i feel like i know myself better as a writer and as a person, and i've been able to explore a lot of topics i was interested in through my writing and purge some demons in the process. (if you're curious about it, you can read all 147.3k words of my eddie munson fic here, i'm almost done with chapter 24 and will be updating soon!)

i made new friends! i'm a fairly shy person, even if i'm a friendly bunny (i'm still friends with the same group of people since i was six!!! that's over two decades of friendship!!!) so imagine my surprise when i found a new group of friends here that i talk to on a daily basis, that i get to share my life with, and that claim to??? love me??? is this real life??? so shoutout to my spice gorls, and thank you for making this year so much fun and full of love. and while we are at it, shoutout to my q&d besties who i got to hug and kiss and laugh with for a few days during the winter holidays. my heart is much bigger, fuller and healthier because i have you in my life. i'll tag you all below hehe

i grew as a person. still in therapy, just like last year, but i made a lot of progress! 2023 was one of the toughest years of my life, i lost my two grandmothers and it shook my foundations deeply because i am who i am mostly thanks to the women that have raised me, but even when faced with the utmost pain and grief i've ever experienced, i still consider 2023 as a year of growth and profound happiness. my grief may never leave me, but i've found out that i am strong enough to carry it, to let it mold me and, most importantly, to let it soften me. i feel like i love more wholeheartedly and unabashedly now, and i am aware of how finite life is and just how much i want to be here. 2022 bunny would be amazed at how much 2023 bunny wanted to keep living, and that's the thing i'm most proud of and that i'm carrying with me into the new year.

we made it, 2024. let's fucking go <3

tagging the people that made my year so much more worth living so they can share the things they're proud of too:

my dragons: @duquesademiel, my loveliest merryweather; @justahappycloud, my adorable flora; @gutterratt, my wonderful fauna; and @so-inlove-with-the-wrongworld, my literal soulmate. i love you all deeply, madly, truly, and i can't wait until we're reunited under the same roof singing miranda! songs like our lives depend on it again.

my spice gorls: @queenimmadolla, my showstopping vivi; @potatobeanpie, my bravest maisie; @oneforthemunny, my most chaotic evie; and @munsonology, my first ever friend on tumblr and my partner in only-child-related crimes. thank you for letting me talk my shit until your ears bleed and for making me laugh so much my tummy starts hurting. i hope i made you as happy as you made me this year.

[enhasfever]

𝑆𝑁𝑈𝐺𝐺𝐿𝐸𝑆 𝑊𝐼𝑇𝐻 𝐽𝐴𝐾𝐸

[ jay's version ]

➪ pairing: jake x fem!reader

➪ genre(s): cotton candy fluff

➪ tw: none

➪ wc: 0.7k

➪ in which your adorable boyfriend becomes a bit clingy, but you definitely don't mind.

you stretch your arms out above your head with a happy sigh passing through your lips as the warm sunlight beams down on your resting figure. the grass around you is soft and smells fresh and the fluffy clouds above form into odd shapes that you try to pin real world objects to. like that one over there? it looks like the side profile of a cute dog, much like the one laying right next to you.

you turn your head towards the golden retriever taking an afternoon nap on the grass beside you and smile fondly. layla, your boyfriend's beloved dog and your new current napping bestie.

"i like the way you think," you murmur to her before closing your eyes to rest. the sounds of kids giggling off in the distance and the shouts of the rowdy guys whom you had joined at the park fill your ears and you're acutely aware of the sounds of a soccer ball being kicked around.

you aren't sure how long you've been resting, but the next thing you know you hear a soft thump on the other side of you and you peek your eyes open. turning your head to the side, you find a smiling and slightly sweaty jake laying there with his chin propped up in his hand as he gazes adoringly at you.

"hi, you," you greet, reaching a hand out to ruffle his damp hair. "taking a break?"

he nods and leans in, planting a kiss against your forehead before reaching across to scratch lovingly behind layla's ears. "yeah, sunoo's about to collapse so i came over to see my favorite girls," he grins, leaning in towards you once more to place multiple soft pecks to your lips.

you hum delightedly in response and accept the show of affection, your lips pulling up into an uncontainable smile that eventually has to break the chain of kisses as you and jake both become a giggling mess.

"you're sweaty," you comment teasingly, scrunching your nose up in mock disgust which you quickly find to be a mistake on your part. in retaliation to your teasing, jake then proceeds to begin using your shirt as a towel as he rubs his damp hair against it. you shriek and begin to push at your boyfriend's shoulders but to no avail. "jake, that's so gross!" you yell out, but you can't help the loud laughter that tumbles from your lips at the slightly ticklish feeling against your tummy.

layla lifts her head to watch the two of you roll around on the grass, her tail thumping with excitement but she makes no move towards the two of you. "layla, help a girl out!" you call out to her between laughs, but she only barks once in reply before lowering her head back down to rest again.

"layla loves me best," jake teases, sticking his tongue out at you childishly which you copy in return.

eventually his playful mood mellows and he collapses back down on the grass beside you once more, but this time he rolls over until his head rests comfortably on your stomach. he lets out a long and contented sigh and closes his eyes, nuzzling his cheek against the material of your shirt. a familiar warmth spreads throughout your chest as you let your boyfriend snuggle you, and you soon find yourself gently tracing over his features with your fingertips.

"i love you," you hum softly, then, "but you're making my shirt smell like sweat."

a small snort leaves jake's lips as they quickly pulled up into a smile, and his eyelids flutter open to peer up at you through his long lashes. "good, consider it organic man repellent. now i won't have to fight them off," he murmurs in response before letting his eyes close again.

you scoff playfully and roll your eyes, but you know you'd never find it in your heart to push him off. so, you let him stay there and even welcome a third party to the snuggle fest when layla comes crawling over and nestles her head just above jake's on your chest. you don't mind becoming a human pillow for these two, and you eventually find yourself dozing off once more.

© enhasfever

[sugusshi]

┄ OH, FUCK OFF

Part 14 of “My Insufferable Idiot” Series

MASTERLIST | previous — CURRENT — next

“YN?” Ran calls out to you making you hum as you keep your eyes on the iPad you have to look at possible apartments. “You know we can do this another time, right? You had a rough ni-”

“I’m okay,” You interrupt making him raise a brow at you, “Well… Maybe I’m not okay okay, but…” You close your eyes as you set the iPad on your lap. “I need to do this. Hoshi can’t stay in your place forever and…” You bite the corner of your lip as you look out the car window, “Maybe this is what I need, you know? Help get my mind off of things and-” You gulp, “Help get over him…”

Ran feels his heart squeeze with the painful smile you give him, but he nods reluctantly, “Alright…” He reaches over the center console and holds your left hand in his right, giving your knuckles a soft kiss just like the night you met. “Let’s get home hunting then~”

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Of course Baji wouldn't be home when Mikey was looking for him. Of course he was making this much more difficult. Because of course! Mikey is already annoyed and hungry, very hungry. It’s not like he could just text Chifuyu or Kazutora either cause he’s pretty sure they wouldn't tell him where Baji was if they knew. And that’s only since they know Mikey isn’t exactly happy with Baji right now.

With a sigh, he leans against his bike as he texts the groupchat asking if wants to meet up for lunch. After a few minutes he gets a few replies and grins. Food would definitely make this Baji hunting much easier… and maybe a nap, but that’s besides the point. Revving his bike, he hums in satisfaction before driving down the road.

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“Aw man that was good!” Mikey pats his stomach as the group of friends walk out of the restaurant, tummies full and content. He’s even happier as he got some extra food to-go for when he gets hungry again.

“It really was,” Bestie agrees, looking down at their phone.

Emma, who is also with them, nudges them with a knowing grin on their face, “You texting that Rindou guy~?”

Bestie makes a face though their cheeks are lightly dusted with pink, “Maybe… WAIT WHO TOLD YOU ABOUT RINDOU?!”

“Izana did.”

“Of course he did. Nosey little fucker,” Bestie shakes their head, knowing that that boy may look serious and scary, but was a true sucker for gossip.

Draken speaks up this time, wrapping his arm around Emma’s shoulder as they walk down the street to where their bikes are parked, “So when are we gonna meet him? We gotta make sure he’s good enough for you.” Mikey nods his head to this in agreement, but Emma elbows him in the stomach for this, “Ouch- What?? It’s true. He’s gotta get our approval before this gets serious.”

Emma rolls her eyes, “Don’t listen to him.”

“Oh don’t worry, I’m not.”

“Oi-”

But then there’s loud boisterous laughter from across the street and Mikey freezes in his step. What really catches the other’s attention is when the bag containing his beloved food falls to the ground, spilling its content inside the plastic bag.

“Mikey???”

Without even checking for cars, Mikey dashes across the street making the other three call out in concern— but Mikey only has one goal in mind.

And that’s to punch this motherfucker in his stupid face.

“Oh shit-”

“Mikey let’s-”

BAM!

A strong punch is aimed right to Baji’s nose and it makes the fanged male stumble back upon impact.

“MIKEY!”

“HOW FUCKING DARE YOU?!” Mikey yells before charging forward, tackling Baji to the ground, throwing fists after fist. “How fucking dare you be out here, laughing like you haven’t done shit?!” He feels someone try to grab him, but he only roughly shoves them off before grabbing Baji by the collar of his shirt.

Baji’s nose is bleeding and running down his mouth, but all he does is spit the blood to the side, honey brown eyes glaring at the blonde. “I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. Get off me.”

Mikey feels a vein twitch on his forehead, “You shitting me right now?”

“Mikey!” Emma hadn’t seen Mikey this angry in god who knows how long. “Come on, please! Not in public like this!”

Draken was the one who tried to pull Mikey off, though he knew better than to try again. Chifuyu and Kazutora were too stunned to even attempt to help their best friend. Bestie on the other hand has an almost evil grin on their face. Were they all for beating the hell out of Baji? Hell yeah they were. They deserved it for all the hurt they gave YN.

“H-Hey maybe we should-” Chifuyu attempts to ease the situation, only to wince when Baji delivers a strong uppercut to Mikey’s chin.

It makes the blonde stunned for just a second, which is more than enough in a fight. Baji pushes Mikey to the side only to be grabbed by his hair as he delivers a punch of his own to Baji’s face. From there it’s an all out brawl.

Unfortunately it gathers people’s attention and some are even recording it making Emma and Draken nervous. Hopefully no one would call the cops since that was the last thing they needed.

Punch after punch, kick after kick, the two men who grew up fighting had no intention of giving up.

“I knew you were fucking stupid but this is a whole ‘nother level even for you!” Mikey hisses as he dodges a punch to his side, wiping blood off the corner of his mouth.

“How about you mind your own fucking business?!” Baji growls, side-stepping a kick just in time.

“YN IS MY FUCKING BUSINESS!”

“Oh, fuck off!”

“Guys! Do something!” Emma calls out, but Draken only shakes his head.

“Nah. If we try to intervene, it won’t be pretty.”

“Fuck him up Mikey!” Bestie cheers, making Emma, Chifuyu, and Kazutora’s eyes go wide.

“Bestie, you're not helping!!” Emma whines, wincing when Baji lands another good hit to Mikey’s face.

Both Baji and Mikey are standing a few feet from each other, breath ragged and quick, faces littered with blossoming bruises and splattered blood. Their fists matching their faces, aching but itching for more.

“I don’t give a shit for your reasoning anymore. You fucking hurt her Baji,” Mikey glares menacingly at his (still) childhood friend, “We promised we would never hurt her. We fucking promised!” His fists are clenched so tight the skin of his knuckles is white. “What the hell happened to that promise, huh?!”

Baji scoffs, tying his hair in a low ponytail. “Like I said,” His stare is steady and firm, “It’s none of your—”

Before he even gets to finish his sentence, Mikey is closing the distance between them and delivering one of his famous nuclear kicks to Baji’s head. Luckily, Baji realizes in time and is able to block most of the impact with his arms but shit… it still fucking hurt like hell. At least he wasn’t knocked out though.

That thinking was enough to get him distracted and before Baji knows it, he’s being flipped onto the ground with a loud thump and the air leaving his lungs too quick for his liking.

Mikey is standing above Baji and all Baji can do is prepare himself for another attack.

But it never comes.

“Are you a fucking idiot?” Mikey’s face shows so much disbelief, “You-” Baji expects another hit, but instead Mikey steps away confusing him, but allowing him enough time to get back up on his feet.

“Mikey-” Emma calls out to her brother again, but stops when she sees the desperate look in his eyes.

“If I knew you were going to break her heart this way, I would have confessed to her before you did!”

Silence is what fills the air around them.

But before anyone can say anything again, Mikey delivers one last punch to Baji’s jaw, making him stumble back into Kazutora who moved forward to help Baji.

“What…” Baji asks, utterly confused and shocked. “What are you talking about?”

Mikey clicks his tongue, clenching and unclenching his fists in an attempt to not attack Baji again. “...” He takes a deep breath, “I’ve liked her ever since… hell,” He laughs ironically, “Ever since I met her I’m sure,” He shakes his head, “But I never got to tell her before you came into the picture. She fell for you and by then I never stood a chance, even as kids. You always made her smile so differently.”

This wasn’t new to Emma (at least most of it), but you can imagine how shocked bestie, Draken, Chifuyu, and Kazutora were. Not even Draken noticed, always thinking Mikey only saw YN as a sister, but boy was he wrong.

“When you told our group you were finally going to confess, man,” Mikey takes a deep breath, “I was so fucking pissed. Pissed because your dumb oblivious self finally realized you liked her as much as she liked you. Pissed because YN was finally getting her crush to confess to her. Pissed because it wasn’t me. But then…” He has a soft smile on his face, “The day you finally confessed to her, she was beaming. This cute smile on her face never left as she told my family and I. She was so overjoyed that her long-time crush had finally returned her feelings. She was so happy so… who was I to ruin that?”

Baji doesn’t know what to say. What the hell was he supposed to say?

“I decided that if she was happy with you, then I would give up. Fuck man, I even encouraged her so many times to do shit with you because the way she smiled made me smile. And I knew that smile would never be for me but still-”

“Mikey…” Baji can’t say anything but his friend’s name, but just that simple call brings out all of Mikey’s anger again.

“I gave up trying for you because you were my friend too and for what?! For you to break her hurt?! For you to leave her crying herself to sleep? I can’t even remember the last time she cried in front of me,” Mikey’s words made Baji’s heart ache, “And just as she started feeling some… some pure happiness again, even if it wasn’t with me, you go out and kiss someone just to ignore her?” Mikey’s hands are twitching at his side. “Why can’t you just give her closure and then fuck off?! Stop being a coward! Be a man and tell her the honest reason why you broke her heart. Give her the fucking closure she needs and leave her alone! Just-”

“I-” Baji gulps, “I didn’t know-” How could he have known YN would react like this? Crying herself to sleep? How could he have known Mikey liked YN too. Mikey never said anything either-

“Oh fuck off!”

And Mikey charges forward again, only for his fist to be caught mid air by none other than a man with a sucker in his mouth, droopy purple eyes barely giving Baji the time of day, keeping his focus on Mikey.

“Stay the fuck out of this Wakasa. No one called for you,” Mikey hissed.

Wakasa simply laughs, not letting go of Mikey’s fist, “Tell that to your brother.”

“Huh?”

“Manjiro!” Shinichiro comes running up to them, his face full of concern and even some anger, “You know you can’t be fighting in public like this,” He warns, “You’ll be banned from fighting in clubs if you get caught!”

“He deserved it and you know it, Shinichiro.”

“Yeah I do know it and yeah, he may deserve it, but how do you think YN will feel if you got banned from fighting in your beloved clubs because you were fighting in her honor?”

“...”

“Exactly,” Shinichiro sighs before nodding his head, Wakasa letting go of Mikey’s fist. “Now that that’s over,” He clears his throat before pulling both Mikey and Baji by their ears just like a parent would. “We are going straight to our house and you two are talking this shit out. You two are best friend’s for heavens sake! Handle this without fighting!”

“S-Shin!” Mikey whines as Baji groans in pain.

“And you either do as I say or Baji, I’m calling your mom and Mikey, I’ll tell YN about this. Don’t think I won’t. I’m not Izana. I don’t support this kind of fighting and you know this.”

Both Baji and Mikey are quiet as Shinichiro reels them in. Emma can only sigh in relief as she’s thankful Shinichiro was nearby and with Wakasa when she texted him. Though bestie, Draken, Chifuyu, and Kazutora can only wince when Shinichiro gives them a look as well.

“None of you are off the hook either. You could have done something to stop it from getting to this point.”

“I’m sorry Shin, but if you had YN cry her heart out the way she did with me, you would have allowed it too. You may have forgiven Baji already despite his reasons, but you are forgetting YN is my best friend. My partner in crime. My partner in crime who called me last night after she got back home, sobbing, wondering what the hell she did wrong. Wondering why she’s not good enough. Wondering if something was wrong with her,” Bestie shakes their head before they get a message on their phone, peeking at it before smiling. “Baji deserved what Mikey gave him, plus more. He can fuck off for all I care.”

“Bestie…” Draken calls out to them, but bestie is already walking away from their small group.

“Rindou’s just around the corner to pick me up. I’m having dinner with him and the rest of his group, YN included by the way,” Bestie grins as they wave nonchalantly, “Later losers.”

All Shinichiro can do is sigh, but they’re right. Sure Shinichiro knew YN wasn’t doing so well since the break up, but not to that extent. Oh well, he could deal with these troublemakers at least.

“Get on your bikes and straight to the Sano household and don’t make me repeat myself.”

Sometimes people wonder how Shinichiro used to be the leader of the oh so feared Black Dragos, but never this group. Despite his lack of skill in fighting, Shinichiro was a menace that none of them wanted to upset. Emma, despite not being on Shinichiro’s ‘scold’ list scurried off after Draken as even she knew it was serious when her older brother got like this.

“That’s Shin for you,” Wakasa chuckles to himself as he follows on his bike after Shinichiro drives off.

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➥ EXTRAS:

- word count: 2.4k

- Mikey finally gave Baji what he deserved! Does he feel bad about it even with Shinichiro's scolding? NOPE

- Draken, Chifuyu, and Kazutora are still s h o o k after Mikey's confession

- Wakasa was able to stop Mikey's punch because he too has experience fighting Mikey as well as everyone else that trained in the Sano dojo; yes that includes YN too

- Wakasa is one of the owners of the Brahman Gym along with Benkei and Takeomi; The Brahman Gym and Sano Dojo do collab events a lot

- And Mikey is finally going to meet Ran... well all the Sano's are. How will that go?

- As always, feel free to tell me what you think in the comments or in my ask box ♡

⭐︎ author's note: hehehe... I cannot tell you how much I enjoyed seeing all your reactions to last chapter's cliffhanger. I was literally on vc with friend's, giggling. You know that Elmo in fire meme? Yeah that was me (: Anyway~ I just want to tell you all that I am now back to class so updates will be even more sporadic. When I'm not in class, I'm at work and vice versa. Will I survive this semester? Who knows, we'll see. But yeah! Please be patient with me for updates. Especially fully written parts. Those will take me much longer than smau only chapters. BESIDES THAT!!! The master list to this series is at 200+ hearts?! You guys make me sob (๑•́ㅿ•̀๑) THANK YOU ALL FOR THE ONGOING SUPPORT! SENDING KISSES AND LOVE ♡

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39. " I'm not saying a goodbye."

It was raining. Skies a gloomy shade of cinereal. Harry’s sleek car came to a screeching halt infront of the vast threshold of his home -- his grin pearlish, eyes twinkling a spark as he gets out of the car not caring to close the door behind. He greets his staff and strides two steps together with a gorgeous bunch of his lovie’s favourite flowers now dewy with raindrops and his nose twitched upon sniffing the vanilla-y smell while passing the kitchen and with his beam never vanishing he leaned into the doorframe asking the people inside, “’Ave y'seen Y/N?” Only for them to shake their heads in uncertainty.

She hasn’t showed herself downstairs since morning and even though it’s very odd of her not to chirp around the mansion nobody went to knock at her door to inquire, they think she deserves privacy.

This time they should have because when Harry barged inside their room it was caliginous with curtains shut and lights dimmed to zero.

“Lovie?” His cheery voice clamoured against the walls, a sour feeling he couldn’t be aware of pinches him in throat as he bobbed his head around to look for her and it perked up when a shadow falls on his feet.

“Baby?” His smile quirked back onto his confused features and he narrowed his eyelids to take in her presence through the darkness of wardrobe, “Harry.” A shaky whisper floated towards him and before that sweet call she was falling against his chest.

“Y/N ... baby —-,” His stumped chuckle halted, his brain numbed for a moment when his fingertips brushed up her back to push her closer to him and they trembled as they collected the wetness there. His heart bleaks a stinging pain into it’s cords, his breath shuddered coldly, flowers falling sadly beside their feet and his eyes earths with tears of panic, angst and torment.

His fingertips coating in his love's thick blood.

“I –- ‘m .. you –.. you’re h-hu —- hurt,” He stammered through a whimper hand wrapping around the dagger whose half end’s stabbed into Y/N's spine, her weak frail body unresponsive though she could listen to him.

“Who did this to you! Who did this to you!?” His screams and cries startled everyone downstairs and they rushed up to see what’s happening, to be shocked by their sights of Y/N limp in Harry’s embrace.

He turned his neck to shout at them, “I need a hand t’help me!!” His eyes bloodshot and Niall his best-man scurried over to them as Harry carried Y/N and laid her on her tummy on the bed, he slips onto his knees putting his chin on the mattress to look in her hazy painful eyes -- tears caged in them but never flowing down.

“Harry ...” She mumbled grittily in agony lifting her shaky fingers to pet his face and like an affection starved kitten Harry doesn’t let her tire herself and gets closer to her himself, “Niall bring the first aid, it’s under the sink.” He commands him not letting his eyes drift from over her angelic face.

“You’re okay baby. You’re okay, I know how to stitch up knife wounds.” He sniffled sucking in a breath trying to be brave for her and she just smiled gorgeously, lips blue and cheeks draining out of her usual berry stain.

“Jesus. Harry she’s been stabbed thrice, those fuckers,” Niall’s words wavered in fear and sympathy for Y/N. He squeezed Harry’s shoulder as Harry sobbed upon hearing that, “No –-... no, no! It’s still okay yeah poppet? I’m g’na get y'alright.” He wanted to covers his eyes to block the hurting groans Y/N elicited and he cradled her soft face in his warm palms in comparison to her temperature, touching their temples to pray together.

“Harry li .. listen to —- to me,” She gasps eyes flittering over his shoulder towards Bambi and Thumper the two dogs that had gotten overly fond of her, Harry’s blurry gaze follows her enfeebled gesture for them to come near her.

They whined and howled sadly flopping beside Harry and Harry hiccupped into his elbow shaking his head when Y/N put her hand under their ears in effort to scratch them but wasn’t able to unfortunately, “Hi babies. You’re gonna look after dad after ‘m gone?” Everyone cried at that watching her soul leave their dull lives that watered colourful upon her arrival.

“Don’t say that! Don’t y'dare say that!” Harry sobbed rushing to hug her tightly, the front of his shirt loathing crimson and she hissed looping her arm against his neck when Niall pulled the dagger out from her lower spine gradually and slowly not to hurt her.

“’M so sorry baby, sorry for being the reason of y’pain.” His tears dampened her already sweaty crook of neck, “Pr – promise me t-that that you’ll have some —.. someone who lov‐-.. loves –--,” She whimpered. Her body jerked into him with a force and she pushed him weakly away to stitch her lips tenderly against his's.

“Tell me bubby. Ha—- have I loved y'enough?” She cooed into their kiss and Harry bolted his eyes shut, poisonous sobs wrecking out of his chest.

“Tell me before, I go ...” Her heartbeat started dropping insanely, her lips wobbled, toes curling with life excavating out of her, “Y'have. Y'have don’t go baby, I’m not saying a goodbye!” He cried showering her in kisses for the one last time and pets her hair, eyes closed praying she takes him with herself because he'd never recover from the pain of loosing the only person he loved more than himself, the person who made hum love himself.

“I love you ..” She whispered, her loving kind eyes locked against his’s and the pool of honey around her rims expanded, her lips parted around the gasping breaths and Harry begged and pleaded — a side of him no-one has ever witnessed as he twisted in anguish considering himself the unluckiest man on the earth for letting his lover go like this, in the worst possible way.

“I love you, I thought I’d never be capable of, y'made me worthy darling. I'll always love you baby....” He shrieked into her chest heaving her up gently to embrace her properly and even though he knew she was no more with him, he fooled himself into thinking so.

If it was possible he’d have clawed his ribs to pluck out his heart in return of hers and he felt like the sun and earth had crashed vanishing away the time spaces as he sat there crying and crying mourning the loss of his lovie that could never be healed by anything in this whole word.

He keeps on holding her, rocking back and forth as he lulls her to slumber of death.

It hurts. It hurts so bad.

His heart weeps.

His soul aches.

When rain stopped and that tranquil silence doomed over them, rage filled his every pore and vein.

He knew who did this. Harry has played dirty but he has never played unfair. It was this gang of companies who sabotaged and destructed the orphanages at the property which belonged to his mother (but the papers weren’t clear) to build restaurants and apartments there so Harry took revenge by burning acres of their illegal drug running underground factory and rebuilt the orphanages and took Y/N to one of their charity events.

She was the happiest he had ever seen her.

It’s like a gun barrel clicked in. A firecracker catching the fuse of ashe to burst everything into flames as Harry laid her with ever most tenderness and kissed her temple, her lifeless eyelids and her chapped lips.

Cleaned the streak of blood with his sleeve and didn’t wipe his tears away bashing out of the room, everyone stepped away as Niall lunged infront of him to stop him before he goes to cause damage to himself more than to them for being in such a vulnerable and weak state.

“Step away.” He growled angrily, gaze fiery and dangerous.

“No.” Niall sighed.

“I wouldn’t get her buried in sucha cold blood. She didn’t deserved this, hell nobody does.” Harry kissed his teeth together gripping at his hair ruthlessly, cheeks dry with tears, his limbs trembling, his head spinning.

“Anyone who wouldn’t follow my orders gets their kneecaps blow-off.” He grunted -- nostrils flaring and saying this he went away, snatching his guns from the console and ordered his men to find the security guards that had their duties at the main gates.

In just a day he hunted each of those monsters down like a hungry wolf and gave them such punished, tortured deaths that each one fell in Harry’s feet for his mercy but his heart was turned into a stone already because the only warmth it had there was because of one person and that person’s gone leaving him to survive in this hellhole alone while he dragged these bastards to the depths of firepits.

Once, coming back home to her. To his sunshine, to his soul and life, to his reasons of getting up every morning so he would get to spend time with her —- he broke down. Into shattered bits and pieces of remorse, guilt and sadness feeling himself so small and hurtable as he cried to himself all alone in their garden with no-one to console him where he’ll come to meet her daily.

He wants to rip his skin apart and set it on fire for his beating heart to stop, for it stop feeling.

He feels sick. Fainting, in urgency and desperation to hold his baby and never let go.

To lay down with her under the soil if that's possible.

his only reason to live.

His only beloved.

.

The wind giggles through pink leaves of cherry blossom tree, lush grass resting peacefully and Harry smiles to himself treading towards his two most favourite people in the world.

The spring being their heartiest month.

“Azalea! What y’chattering ‘bout t'mum?” He asks and nods proudly when his lil boy stands up from his cross position on the ground from beside his mother and brushes the grassy spikes from his cherry printed shorts with his little pudgy hands.

“My first day at school dada!” The four years old squeals and Harry scoops him up in his arms, kissing his cheek again amount less times, “Is that so, huh! huh!” He tickles his little bun.

Y/N was right. Isn’t she always. Harry chuckles. Even if she’s gone he still feels loved from her, she’s in the rains, in the sweaters he wears when he feels shallow, in the scent of his pillows, she’s in the vanilla smell of their favourite cupcakes – she’s in his dreams and that name of their son, Azalea.

She always wanted to name their first born Azalea, a blooming flower that happens to be a vibrant pink, a gift of spring, are floriferous in sunshine and she'd always say that Harry would be their sun.

Their ever source of happiness.

Azalea was three days old when his mother died and Harry took him home even though not sure of his own decision but something in those little eyes that matches his mommy made Harry’s heart attract towards him so much he brought him without another thought.

A home he built with Y/N. The curtains of the mansion still remains pushed back wide, flower vases on every furniture, not a day goes by when anyone doesn’t misses her and the ducklings has grown so much that Y/N would have been spinning in happiness around.

Nothing has changed, life’s fleeting for everyone except for Harry. He counts each day and night that goes without her beside him in his sleep, in the little picnics with Azalea and Niall, in the story reading at nights with his baby, in kitchen to watch the winters first rain prattling against that one window that’s old enough to carry the remains of his ancestors, she’s never there to share a noodle pot with him while he sits and eat alone, never there to patch his favourite socks back, to kiss his forehead whenever he leaves home, to call him sweet names and to laugh with him on his silly jokes, to do thumb fights, to get angry with him whenever he refuses to layer himself in cold.

Never.

Never physically. But, she’s always there in his heart, her presence lurks around him and he could feel the warmth of her wrapping around him whenever he falls asleep watching telly.

“What did y'learn today bubba?” He asks Azalea and grins cheekily when Azalea babbles, “Colours!”

“That’s fuckin’ amazin'!” At that a huge gush of breeze hits him in face a tiny branch of the tree they’re standing under falls on his head.

“Kay' kay fine! No cursing.” He squeaks in defence pouting down at the grave of his lovie and his face splits into a grin when his hair glittered up with cherry blossom leaves.

“We miss you very much,” His voice heavy and sad. He gulps chokingly and blinks away the glossiness, stroking a thumb up Azalea cheek who’s sitting in Harry’s lap.

Every evening they come to meet Y/N, the hole in his heart couldn’t fill up of her void but the soothing feeling of relief that she’s in their garden and nearer to him has lessened the grief.

“G’na meet you tomorrow, our baby’s mighty hungry.” He chuckles hearing the grumbling noises coming from Azalea’s belly.

“You’re so cheeky baby.” His eyes glimmers and he feels himself swooning into breeze, “How’s it going in heaven?” He asks airily tracing his initials beside her beautiful name engraved at the tombstone and it’s like she’s scolding him when he gets a nip on his pointy finger.

“Azalea kiss mommy a goodbye.” Harry breaks into laughter when Azalea bobs his head and almost tumbles of his daddy’s lap in the effort to reach the tombstone.

“Goodbye beautiful.” Harry whispers kissing the top of her tombstone and his heart bursts into lilacs when once again he’s showered into petal like leaves.

“I love you too, baby.” Finally he has accepted to say goodbyes.

[honklore]

would you please consider doing maybe a soulmate au where anything you write appears on your soulmate with karl? i just love the idea of maybe doing little doodles all over your skin and it appearing on his and he likes talking about it on stream which is maybe what brought you two together? one of your friends who watches mcyt saw a clip of him talking about a specific flower they remember you drawing and this lead you to maybe writing out a small message for karl during a stream that made him super giddy? sorry if this was very confusing and i totally get it if you don’t wanna write it, thank you for your time! :)

sincerely yours | karl jacobs

(gn reader, soulmate au, chat is supportive, karl’s lil doodles like he shows on his priv but he draws them on his skin instead)

listen to: make you feel my love (cover) by jj heller

karl jacobs my beloved !!!!!

the sweetest romantic when it comes to the soulmate bond

counted down the days until his eighteenth bday when he could finally communicate with you

okay i’m going to switch your request to where karl is the one constantly doodling if that’s okay !!!!

with all my heart i believe karl would doodle every single day!!! never misses a day to the point where jimmy is like. bringing cleansing wipes to mr beast filming like,,,, dude i’m sorry but you can’t have squiggly marks up your neck while we’re filming we are ~professionals~

a total romantic,,,, like. downloads reddit and reads thru r/soulmatestories before he goes to bed,,, scrolls soulmatesuggestions blogs on tumblr

he’s just so in want of that close bond that he does everything he can to get into contact with you

tries to join late bloomer groups before they tell him that 22 years old isn’t late and he’s still extremely young

he’s just v impatient okay !!!!!

once he begins streaming regularly instead of a tattoo check chat asks to see whatever doodle he drew or received that day !!!!

worries a lot bc he hears a lot of rejection stories and he’s scared of being rejected

so sometimes when he’s rlly anxious or insecure he’ll scrub all of the writing off in the shower and wear long sleeves to avoid looking for your scrawl

YOU ARE ONE BUSY BEE

between school/job/life/family/friends and whatever else you do or don’t have going on, you often forget to draw notes for your soulmate

you’ve gathered a LOT of things about him tho

he writes his name w a lil smiley almost every week

(hey it’s me karl :))

writes u a Goodnight Drawing before bed

except for him goodnight is just right before whenever he goes to sleep and for you it’s like. 10pm.

so you’ll wake up to pee at 5am and find a drawing of a worm on your leg (goodnight!!)

writes lil notes about his tales ideas except you have no idea what they mean rip

(inbetween segment longer? talk to ranboo)

doodles his favorite cartoon characters (ayo!!!)

has colored markers for when he’s feeling especially creative

let’s say you have a retail job

and you can’t have drawings anywhere noticeable per company policy

so you spend most mornings scrubbing off any evidence of karl

which like,,,, makes karl extremely sad but he’s a streamer AND his friends are streamers so he forgets some people have like. jobs that require dress codes

even when jimmy makes him scrub off his drawings, it’s only if they’re extra distracting

one day you finally get tired of waking up thirty minutes early every morning (can u pls draw somewhere that’s not noticeable in a uniform? thanks.)

karl draws a lil kermit the frog on his tummy and it shows up on yours. the marks are all jagged bc he kept laughing whenever the pen tickled him

but it’s so endearing that he followed ur instructions

he keeps the drawings to stomach, thighs, and sometimes his feet which he thinks is literally the funniest thing ever to your dismay (nice to feet you !!!! haha !!!!)

you don’t have time to watch streams unfortunately, but your best friend does :))

your bsf is on quacktwt so she knows who karl is

in one of quackity’s jackbox streams they make fun of karl’s drawing skills

and your friend is like ಠ_ಠ that is the same worm that is always on my bestie’s shoulder

and you’ve never told anyone that you know your soulmate’s name

so your friend only has a stupid (endearing) worm drawing for reference

she screenshots it and sends it to you like, lol quackity’s friend karl draws worms that look just like ur soulmate’s drawings

and ur like,,,,,, karl? his name is karl?

and bless ur heart that’s how u find out ur soulmate is a minecraft twitch streamer (derogatory)

you do your best to watch his streams and try to figure him out ,,,, like who he is as a person

and he’s just the biggest sweetie pie :((

you drew a rose for him during your lunch break one day and that night he showed his chat and got so excited

“chat i think they’re romancing me 0.0”

you get so thrilled that you draw him another doodle, this one of a lil heart

and he literally squeals and shoves his wrist against the lens so quickly that it blurs and makes you audibly laugh

you continue to draw him stuff throughout the next few streams

until finally he’s doing a chill alt stream, watching some yt vids

you know when karl is wrapped up in his fuzzy blanket and yawning while he tries to focus on the video :(((((((( yeah ://///

and you get so overwhelmed with fondness that you uncap your marker

(i like you karl)

and he doesn’t see it until he takes his arm out of the blanket to grab his can of monster

chat sees it first so they’re spamming

and when he reads it he gets SO red and he literally has to call the stream bc he’s too flustered to think of anything else

like he’s finally getting somewhere with you and he’s so so excited

when the stream ends he writes on his arm this entire anxious essay basically asking if you guys can find somewhere to meet or if he can at least have your number

and you can fill in the rest, but ofc the two of you become quite literally the dynamic duo.

absolutely adorable

your bestie makes you promise you’ll help her meet quackity since she basically made the discovery but that’s another story for another time

thank you for requesting !!!

[august-anon]

alright hcs because you didn't get any and i just got home T^T i'm gonna do lucius and pete and fang only cos i'm tired fksjdhfjksdh

lucius: biggest switch energy on the hecking planet!!!

he is such a bratty lee and will NEVER admit to liking it (unless it's pete... or stede... or anyone who will tword him)

but also the teasiest ler like he will pin someone down and destroy them with teases and twords .//////. and if he finds a bad spot he'll say something like, "Aw, babe, you should have tried to hide that better~!"

pete: frickin adorable switch

he'll never admit to it, but if twords are on the table, he will BEG (cutie <3)

just a soft ler: soft twords and all his teases are just, "aww, you're so cute" and "how adorable, you're [twordish] here~?"

fangyyy <3: also a switch, big shocker lol

cutest lee, cutest laugh and smile and aaa his tummy and dimples are just adorable!!! he's constantly targeted with pokes and squeezes by the whole crew because just to hear his gasp and see him flinch and smile shyly is the CUTESTTT

sweet and playful ler <3 aaa he starts so many tword fights with the crew and everyone's first time in a tword fight with him is scary cos he's so big but he's really just twordish and sweet <3

bestie this was so sweet thank you so much you didn't have to sdkjfhsdjfh thank you!!!

you are right Lucius IS a switch and he is SUCH a bratty lee, he would be so stubborn about admitting liking it to anyone but like a few people though lol. And you are SO right he is SO teasy omg that. Is so on point my friend!!!!!

Pete is so cute!!! I think he is a switch as well, I think he's more ler-leaning but he likes it on the lee side when it's specific people. He is absolutely a cutie have you seen him?? I adore him. He is absolutely primarily a softer ler but. Lucius is a little brat and Will provoke more out of him if that is what Lucius wants sdskfhdf

FANGYYYYY my beloved!!! Constantly thinking about that little snicker he does the first time Lucius compliments him it makes me die, he absolutely makes that little snicker sound all the time when tickles are on the table. He's got such a good smile, everyone wants to see him smile all the time!!! Your mind.... he absolutely starts tickle fights with everyone once he settles in and gets comfy with the Revenge crew omg, he's so big and sweet I want to hug him he would be so sweet

[hoediaz]

🔥 <- hotter than the flames taking dispatch can’t wait bestie *lays on my tummy kicking my legs*

HELP rebecca why is this killing me

ok idk if this is unpopular bc i'm pretty sure everyone i follow/the people i talk to agree but i'm sure it's unpopular in SOME corners which is people who genuinely ship bt Do Not Like buck, even before the bucklucy thing that turned everyone against buck (but somehow kept them on team bt?) they just didn't like him, the only reason they ship bt at all is because buck's a main character and they want to keep their beloved Girl Boss on screen

actually ur getting a two for one deal here bc that made me think about my other unpopular (???) opinion which is: buck woobifiers who write buddie Do Not Care about eddie. like not only do they just straight up misunderstand buck, but they just do not care enough about eddie to even pretend to understand his character. they just need someone to fawn over buck so they throw eddie's name on him but he is nearly always unrecognizable

send me a 🔥 (+ topic?) for an unpopular opinion

[fluffy-lee-boa]

Ah yes, the notorious lee side... Well, do I have a few Ler!Spamton Neo ideas to share 😏

For example? That nose is made for poking and that's what he'll do. Mosquito man is more dangerous than ever now that is bigger than everyone and he's ready to abuse of his newfound power to mercilessly nuzzle against you, specifically booping around your tummy and neck because he's cruel like that and I say so uwu

Not to mention the Pipis. THE PIPIS!! Ohh those pesky odd eggs, once they explode? Get ready to be assaulted by a small army of cute little Spammies and their pesky fingers.

Now it's your turn to get climbed like a tree and boy oh boy, they're evil. Like, they might be born literally a second ago but god they sure know where to stick their hands and their equally sharp noses to make you squeal! 👀

Also have you seen his fingers??? Rip bestie, if he catches you he's gonna turn YOU into his personal squeaky toy. And he's gonna be not only teasy at but he's gonna use your own words against you djhshs

Susie my beloved, I'd let her yet me like an empty soda can anytime ajshshs <3c ~ ☣️

ASFGHJEJHDSHDBNHHDHHDDHJSDJJSBDJSKDBXHSNZNSHDHSHDHSH-

[lesbi-nyan]

sent to me in a dm by my beloved chosen person 💜🥰🥰💜😻😻 hiiiii

1. What's currently a fantasy you're really into?

i would reeeeaaaally love doing anal stuff again but unfortunately due to housing reasons i am unable to. also i wanna be able to take your whole length in my mouth so that too 😝

9. What do you like most about oral (giving)?

Hhhh um the . .. .. girldick is soooo sooooft even when hard??? and warm?? and and tasty?!!! what i like most is the having it in my mouth part 😌✌️

13. What's something you love about sex?

that sex isnt ONLY penetration or ONLY about orgasming. Sex is a shared and intimate experiene that is decided and consented to by everyone involved. Yes it can involve penetration and orgasm, but it doesn't have to. and I think that it's really beautiful once the standards are torn down

24. What kind of nudes are your favorite?

well bestie 👀 i love me some good titty pics, the next one might fix me. and thigh pics. and ass. I enjoy playful and teasing nudes 😻 girlbulges!!! tummies!!! i guess you can send a vbunch so we can find out 😘

42. Do you have any kinks that you'd be embarrassed about if your friends found out you had them?

yes. yes i do ~nya

[neacle]

*cracks knuckles*

Greaseball, Electra and C.B.?

(no I can’t just pick one okay, I need all three 🖤🖤🖤)

Greaseball

Sexuality headcanon: newly out as pan most likely, but thought he was straight lmao

Favorite ship(s): GREASED LIGHTNING HNGGGG, but i like GreaseDinah a lot too (and a little trash goblin is slowly but steadily pulling me towards Rustball too agsfsssd)

Brotp: Greaseball and C.B, and Greaseball and his gang

Notp: Don't really have one? Let him fuck whoever lmao

A random headcanon: King of headbutts, both the aggressive kind and the cuddly kind

General opinion: B I G MAN, benchpress me 👀👀 Protect me, hold me tight. You're an asshole but i love you, i thirst

Electra

Sexuality headcanon: Bisexual, duh <3

Favorite ship(s): GREASED LIGHTNING HGGGG, Electraboose too, but more on the Elektranoose side of things lmao, Pearlectra, and Fast Food (electra x dinah) and ofc Electra and his components

Brotp: Electra and Purse, they are besties. But also Electra and Dinah

Notp: Electraboose if they like, crash trains and bury them together or something lmao Thinking about Electra killing someone or assisting with that makes me sad and bummed out lmao

A random headcanon: Only one? D: Hmmm, craves that spanking, no no ! Is a cuddle slut, noo you already know that too argh okay okay, he actually really enjoys flowers, he likes to recieve boquets lmao he knows jack shit how to take care of them tho

General opinion: MY MUSE, MY BELOVED, THE MOST BEAUTIFUL OF ALL, MY SOUL CHARACTER

C.B

Sexuality headcanon: Gaaaaaay

Favorite ship(s): Electraboose lmao, i guess i like C.B x Dinah too but in an alternative universe where he ain't gay lol I can get behind Greaseboose too

Brotp: Greaseball and C.B, 🎵What a race, what a team🎵

Notp: None I guess? lol, i guess the same for what I said with Electra? If they murder and crash together i don't like it lol

A random headcanon: What haven't i already shared...shit, eh does it count if it's Canoose? (he hides his red curls under the bandana because he thinks it's embarrassing, but Elektra LOVES them) But yeah, lol C.B doesn't really like sweets and candy, it hurts his tummy and brain

General opinion: Small gremlin man, I find him super interesting pre-2018, like is he just fucking unhinged or what's his deal? Is he genuine with Dinah? Why does he crash trains? We don't know, and we will never know and I love that

[moonfire0mermaid]

‘I Am the Guy’ - Pt. 1

Author’s Notes: 1. I’m not totally sure what this is, if I’ll continue, etc., but it was inspired by the great #bourbon_neat’s “seducing your best friend’s dad” audios on Soundgasm - Part 1 and Part 2. While I took some creative liberties here, the events that happen in those audios make this story go, and I’ve indicated with an asterisk (*) in the text where they’d fit chronologically, should you want to have a multi-media experience. 2. I’m challenging myself to crank out content in an effort to just shake out the writer rust. This is super unpolished. 3. In the aforementioned audios that inspired this, you’re the main subject. In an effort to keep that immersive element in this drabble, I refer to the corresponding female character as She or Her in bold. It can get confusing, so I decided to go overboard with identification. 4. ENJOY! 

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It was the stray volleyball that did it, all those years ago. She was moving in, Kimmie Johnson was walking out, and Her ball fell out of the big box of sports supplies she was lugging into the new digs.

“You play?” Kimmie had asked.

“Yes,” she had said, beaming. “I’m trying out for the team once school starts.”

And that was that. Even though they were freshly 18 and met at a time where friendships fractured after graduation – and hell, She was new in town – the duo spent nearly every waking hour together. Sleepovers, post-volleyball yoga, college applications, just hanging with each other’s families.

She especially took a shine to Kimmie’s dad. His insights about life were interesting, she thought, and he was kind and funny. He asked good questions and seemed to care about her opinions. He was a good guy.

It was something She’d try and remind Kimmie during conversations about the Johnson’s seemingly strained marriage. Kimmie was frustrated that the obvious cracks in her parents’ relationships were brushed under the rug, and that she was kept in the dark on important family matters. As a result, Kimmie would routinely lament her parents and the frigid situation at home.

“Go easy on them. Your dad, especially. It seems like he’s trying,” She’d say.

“Yeah, you’re just saying that because you’ve got the hots for him,” Kimmie spat.

She would just blush. Kimmie was right; She had an awful crush on Kimmie’s handsome, thoughtful father. She hoped Mr. Johnson didn’t notice how often she stared.

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Soon after, life quickly changed for the girls. Both decided on a gap year, which they had planned to enjoy together. It was not to be.

A month before the end of summer, Kimmie was sad to learn that her friend’s mother became ill and her father was being relocated cross-country for work. As a result, She would be following her family to help around the house, giving them time to find quality in-home care. Then, She’d return back to town to go to the nearby university with Kimmie.

Meanwhile, Kimmie would work the long year of separation at the volleyball clinic, trying to make sense of the newly announced divorce of her parents alone.

Saying goodbye was worse than they anticipated.

“We’ll miss you, kiddo,” Mr. Johnson said when She came by Kimmie’s house to say goodbye. Crying, She’d spent the 15 seconds in his arms realizing that her sadness was not just about leaving Kimmie.

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The year passed quickly*, and the two girls were thrilled to be finally reunited and starting their college career together. But the time apart had changed them, and Kimmie especially was disappointed to notice her friend was often distant, busy and distracted.

“I’m seeing someone,” She finally told Kimmie. “And I’m … it’s insane, this connection. He’s gorgeous and kind and thoughtful and wise – ”

“’Wise?’”

“— Yes, wise --- and the sex, I just –“ Her bashfulness kept her from continuing.

“What’s his name?” Kimmie asked.

“His name?” She hesitated. “RJ.”

Kimmie was both excited and wary about the developments, as only a friend who fears being replaced can.

___________________

Those fears were not completely unfounded.

“I’m pregnant and I’m keeping it,” She told Kimmie with wide eyes. She looked strange, her face a holograph; fear, exhilaration, delight, and embarrassment manifested there in turn.

Kimmie could barely hide her despair. It was only a month after the Her confession regarding the mysterious beau. So much for the future of their beloved friendship. Who was this guy? Kimmie hadn’t even met him. Their lives would diverge spectacularly.

“Congrats,” Kimmie said tersely, swallowing all her objections. She looked so happy, joy being the emotion that finally settled on her face. But that didn’t keep Kimmie from stewing. It just was three months to the day that they’d gotten back in town and less than a month from when She had told Kimmie about the existence of RJ. This had all happened so fast.

“He must be some guy,” Kimmie thought.

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“Girl! When am I going to meet this RJ?? You are CARRYING his BABY and you’re nearly seven months along! How is it that your bestie still hasn’t met the father of your child?”

She looked down at her bump, cradled between her two dainty hands. It – along with the rest of her – was weirdly small for someone so far along in their pregnancy.

“I’m just – we’re taking it slow.”

Kimmie snorted, looking pointedly at the crest of Her stomach.

“I know. I guess – I’m enjoying this just being the two of us, for now. Everything got so hard core so suddenly, so I’m just trying to make everything else as uncomplicated as possible,” She replied.

“How is me meeting RJ complicated? I want to meet him. You’re my best friend. If our relationship is going to continue – and it will, it has to  – I need to know the guy who knocked you up. It’s important to me.”

She bit her lip, thinking.

“Why does she look so nervous?” Kimmie wondered.

“Ok. You’re right. Next week, let’s meet at that restaurant your dad always takes us to. The one with the great Rueben? I’ve been craving one like crazy.”

Kimmie smiled, relieved. “Portside. Sure! Next week. Text me the time that works for you. I’m excited.”

She, on the other hand, looked terrified.

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Kimmie checked her phone again.

“Where is She?” Kimmie wondered. “She’s never – ”

Kimmie’s thoughts were obliterated by the sudden appearance of her best friend. At least, that’s who she thought it was.

It had been a week. Just seven days. And in that time, her friend’s body had completely bloomed. Being pregnant, that was hardly a total shock, but the swiftness of the change was startling – especially considering that She had, until recently, been carrying so small.

“Act normal,” Kimmie told herself, rearranging her face to as neutral an expression she could muster. It took effort, and Kimmie was glad She noticed her yet; it allowed Kimmie the extra time she needed to fully observe the extent of her friend’s transformation.

There was the belly, of course, which had popped so powerfully that Her spine curved to accommodate its girth. It had become so conspicuous that Kimmie wagered had she not known who this woman was, she would assume She was due any day. Indeed, Her hips, legs and ass had ballooned proportionate to Her core, demolishing the girl’s (once enviable) hourglass figure and replacing it with pronounced pear shape.

“She already looks like a mom,” Kimmie thought to herself.

Those weren’t the only changes, Kimmie noticed to her disappointment. Jutting out from the apex of her friend’s stomach was the outline of Her fully popped navel, thick and rubbery like a third nipple under Her swollen fingers.

Speaking of nipples, Her breasts had blossomed into massive, milky teats at least two cups bigger than her typical size. Even though Kimmie could see the outlines of a bra underneath Her clothes, it did little to conceal Her hulking nipples, newly elongated and stout like bottle caps on Her chest. There was an ache-y neediness about them; to Kimmie, they screamed, “suck me dry, they’re so heavy it HURTS.”

Her heavy waddle – which She did NOT have to resort to when Kimmie had seen her just those seven short days ago – was a co-conspirator with Her attire in making Her look completely wanton. Every jiggle of her massive tits; every breath that stretched her belly; every shake of her thigh and ass; every step of her swollen feet in strappy sandals; every line of her heavy-duty bra and tiny lacey thong was given a spotlight by the forward thrust of her gait and the skin-tight pencil dress that somehow made it up and over the collection of globes that was once Her body. It didn’t help that moving required the forward thrust of her monstrous core, requiring her to splay her hips forward and balance a hand on the small of her back, a swollen rudder for her ripened form. 

“Why is she WEARING that?” Kimmie thought to herself, willing herself not to blush with the secondhand embarrassment.

It was then that She finally noticed Kimmie, her bloated face contorting into a nervous smile.

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After having to move their seats from a booth to a table (She couldn’t fit), waiting through Her three bathroom runs, and ordering an ungodly amount of food (“I’m eating for two, you know,” She had wryly, with shy pat of her tummy), She and Kimmie were finally settled.

“So! I can’t wait to finally meet this guy. RJ! Finally!” Kimmie said, trying her best to normalize their conversation. She was met with silence.

“Um – you ok? Still glad you’re gonna be a baby momma? That dress sure doesn’t make it seem that way.”

“I know, right? RJ, he’s particular. He asked me to wear it today, otherwise I’d be in something elastic and stretchy and that lets me breatheeeee.” She laughed and rolled her eyes. “I mean, I’m huge now. It happened overnight. And it’s a strain on me, in a lot of ways, and the baby shit is happening quicker than I had planned. I mean, I’m a freshman in college, for fuck’s sake.”

She was babbling.  

“But this guy – RJ – he’s the love of my life and Kimmie, I want you to know that I -- ”

Kimmie was suddenly distracted from Her ramblings by a familiar figure waving and quickly approaching the table.

“This must be him,” she thought, only to realize with surprise it was her father, Randy. He hadn’t told her he was ordering out for lunch today. “He could’ve at least asked me if I wanted anything!”

“Dad! Hey! What are you doing here?” Kmmie said with a smile. “I’m about to meet the boyfriend. The one who She’s having the baby with! I told you She was pregnant, remember?”

He grinned, sheepishly, taking a seat at the table.

“That’s why I’m here, actually.”

Randy’s hope that his daughter would put two and two together quickly was immediately dashed.

“Oh? You … know the guy, or …?”

He swallowed a nervous laugh as he reached out his hands – one to clasp Her’s, the other to place possessively on her ponderous belly.

“Kimmie honey, I am the guy,” he said.

[harryimaginedstories]

A lucky Man

Hi friends! Hope you enjoy this blogmas story.  Summary: Y/N is frustrated because what on earth is there she could get the man who seemingly already has everything?

Request: Yes.

The picture is truly the loveliest sight I’ve seen in a while.

 Annoyance was a heavy weight in my chest and I slapped my laptop shut, without pausing first to close the dozen taps I’d browsed in vain. Absolutely and frustratingly in vain.

Plenty of magazines lay on the table before me, some of the printed items were circled and others crossed out, but even the few I’d marked weren’t ones I really believed could make a good present for him. And besides, shopping off of magazines seemed very old school and who knew how long it would take to arrive anyway? But there was nothing I liked online either. I sighed, let my head fall back and my eyes shut. For fuck’s sake. Christmas shouldn’t be so difficult. There was a dull ache at the back of my brain, clearly due to staring at a screen for hours with no end as the certainty that this year’s winner of the ‘worst girlfriend ever’ prize would be me, pulled me under a wave of disappointment. I knew I was mostly at fault for my stress, since Harry didn’t worry too much about presents and what he would receive. As a child he’d stayed up all through the night before Christmas with the excitement making his tummy sick, and once he’d been allowed he’d opened the biggest of his presents first and with a wide smile on his chubby cheeks.  But with growing older and becoming an adult that excitement lessened and transformed into another kind: He became a giver himself. He loved to buy and then decorate thoughtful gifts for his friends and family members, spent hours to write and draw little cards for each of them, and cared hardly at all about what he’d get in return. Since late November Harry was busy getting presents (several for each of the people he loved) and he had most of them wrapped and ready by now. Me on the other hand? Not quite. I had a couple small presents for my family, and even those still needed to be wrapped, but none for his mom and sister or my friends yet. And most importantly: I didn’t have Harry’s gift yet either. And that was the one that was seemingly the hardest to find. Just as I was about to bang my head against the wooden table the door to my flat opened and shut with a heavy thud. Footsteps were heard, somebody’s shoes were kicked off and soon Harry’s playful voice called for me. “Honey, I’m home!” He snickered at the joke and my heart warmed. I turned to see him walk towards me and reached out my arms as an invitation for a hug. “Oh, darling,” he chuckled and I sighed happily when my face pressed to his stomach while his arms secured themselves around my shoulders. He smelled really nice and the fabric of his warm jumper was comfortable against my cheek. I’d missed him more than I’d realized, and it hadn’t been more than three hours since we’d spoken on the phone. “You okay?” I shrugged and shook my head against his tummy. “Christmas is annoying.” Harry squeezed my back to him before releasing me gently and pulling out a chair to sit down by my side. His eyes drifted to the magazines on the table before he turned to look at me, bearing a confused expression.  The back of his hand caressed my cheek. “What’s all this about, love?” “Can’t tell you,” I groaned. My head leaned into his palm and I reached out to hold his free hand in mine, finding comfort in the simplicity to have my boyfriend near, especially since he was gone so often. Our fingers intertwined and he smiled when I turned to look at the rings decorating most of them, the metal warm against my skin after he’d been wearing them all day. “Why can’t you tell me?” He wasn’t worried, we were talking about a couple magazines laying around after all, but he didn’t quite like me not telling him what was going on. Normally I always did and often Harry would pride himself for knowing absolutely everything about his girlfriend. I raised his hand to my lips and gave it a soft kiss. “Because you’re my boyfriend,” I hummed against his knuckles, “And that’s kind of a problem.” Taken out of context the words would’ve hurt him, but the smile I wore soothed and chased away and doubt. “But m’not only your boyfriend,” Harry argued with a small frown on his lovely face. I knew what he meant and I wanted to tell him though when I turned to stare at the useless magazines and my shut laptop, all the disappointed in myself rushed back. It wasn’t the smartest move on my part to wait until now with looking for a present, but to be fair I was pretty busy. That and... well, I’d known that looking for something would take forever and be difficult, something I tried to both avoid and eventually forget. My eyes found his again and I giggled when he made a big deal to turn his body and face mine, giving me his undivided attention. The white shirt he wore suited him almost ridiculously well and my heart fluttered at how cuddly and hot at the same time he somehow managed to look. Bastard. “Tell me,” he insisted and I batted away the hand that reached out to pinch my nose. I giggled at him whining and squeezed the fingers I was still holding on to tightly.  “Okay, fine,” I gave in, ”But only because you’re right and you’re not just my boyfriend but also my best friend and it may sound silly but if you want me to spill you’ll have to be just my best friend for a minute.” The pink lips I loved so much, parted with feigned shock. “Are you saying you’re breaking up with me? Over magazines?” “Shut up.” “I mean,” he continued and I grinned when he visibly swallowed the chuckle fighting to leave his throat, “how insane is it that magazines can now even come between relationships as serious as ours?” I shook my head and let go of his hand so I could cross my arms over my chest. “You’re not funny.” The wide grin decorating Harry’s face forced me to smile as well. “Fine,” Harry agreed, sitting up straighter, “M’just your friend then.” “Good.” Oddly enough the moment he agreed to be friends, if only for the moment and mainly as a joke, the urge to kiss him, an urge I had to deal with at all times anyway, grew stronger. I pulled up my knees and brought them to my chest. How I survived months being just a friend of this gorgeous man I will never understand. “Tell me, bestie,” he giggled and I regretted my proposition the moment I noticed the cheeky sparkle in his eyes, the sparkle of a new joke he’d just come up with, “Would you say your current boyfriend is the best you’ve ever had?” “Fuck’s sake Harry!” He laughed. “What? We always used to have chats like this!” “And I recall you hating it and ending most of them with advising me to break off whatever I had going on with a guy.” “’Course and now you know why,” he grinned, “‘cause I knew I’d give it to you far better than any of those wankers you were wasting your time with.” “Fine, you know what? Now I’m not telling you shit.” I got up to move the magazines and my laptop out of the way and walked towards the kitchen. Harry’s loud huff made me smile. “Fine, fine!” his socked feet followed me to where I stood by the counter, preparing two cups of tea for us, “Promise I’ll stop messing around and listen to what you have to say. M’curious. What are you holding those at me for?” “They’re two different kinds of tea. Pick one.” His finger tapped the right box I’d held in front of his face. “Okay,” I began with a sigh and moved to prepare water, “Listen. You’re going to find it ridiculous and probably stupid, too, but I’m really struggling, Harry.”  “With what?” he wondered, brows knotted. The faint desperation in my tone had apparently gotten his attention after all. My kitchen felt awfully small as I moved under his watchful gaze. “I can’t find a present that would be prefect and thoughtful enough to be something my beloved boyfriend deserves.” His expression was priceless. First the cheekiness drained from his orbs, then the smile fell. “You’re shitting me.” I knew the next joke or cheeky comment practically begged to roll of his tongue, but it seemed that Harry noticed the tension in my shoulders and how I nervously played with the tips of my fingers. He reached out and touched my arm over the counter between us. “Y/N, that’s the silliest thing you could possibly worry about,” he insisted calmly. “It’s not,” I complained, “You have everything, don’t you? And if you don’t then you can easily just go and get it yourself... there’s like- nothing that I could get you that’s half as special or perfect as what I know you have ready to give to me.” Without saying anything, Harry got to his feet and walked over to stand by my side. He filled half his cup with cold tap water before holding it out for me to pour some of the freshly cooked in it as well. “I see where you’re coming from” he began, leaning his body against the counter, “I don’t agree, but I get it.” “I browsed the internet for ages,” I went on, relieved to finally spill my frustration to someone, “spent all of yesterday in shopping malls and found absolutely nothing! Not even the magazines have something I think you would like and I... I’m embarrassed. Because the few things I did find that you might enjoy are in those expensive stores you always go to and I couldn’t possibly afford any of them, even if I were to sell a kidney for it.” “Wouldn’t want you to go that far,” Harry chuckled, though I could tell by his tone that my worry didn’t leave him unmoved. Silence fell over us again and I waited with an uncomfortable weight at the bottom of my stomach for what he had to say next.  After a few minutes of us staring at each other, Harry nudged my hip with his playfully. “I love you a lot.” A cooing noise left my mouth and this time it was him who batted my hand away as I reached out to pinch his cheek. “Shut up,” he laughed, “What I mean is that it truly doesn’t matter if you get me something small or nothing at all. I know you think m’just saying that to be humble, and to be honest sometimes I am, but with you I mean it. Genuinely. And that’s not ‘cause I agree that I already have everything I want because of my money, or that I could go get whatever whenever, but because I have had everything I want every since you agreed to let me be with you everyday. You’re my girlfriend, at least usually you are, and that’s the greatest gift of all.” And there went the waterworks. A muffled “Oh, Harry!” left my mouth before I shakily set the cup in my hand down and instead wrapped both arms around his shoulders. My sudden affection came as a surprise to him and he tried to stop the tears from wetting my cheeks by kissing the skin of my neck and embracing my hips tightly. “I love you so much,” I murmured, the lump in my throat making it difficult to speak properly. “Good,” he breathed, “S’that mean we can stop playing ‘just friends’ so I can kiss my girlfriend again.” “Yes,” I whined and hot lips found his jaw, “Of course. You’re the sweetest guy in the world, you really are.” His mouth ghosted over my mouth before he let his nose nudge mine. My hand reached to the back of his head and he moaned lowly, before finally leaning in to kiss me. Our lips moved quickly and with an urgency that made it feel as if we had been parted for more than either of us could bear. I held on to his curls and pressed my body against his, the familiar smell of his skin making me dizzy. The affirmation of his love for me made every inch of my body tingle with warmth and by the way he deepened the kiss and moaned my name I knew he felt it, too. A small giggle filled the room when his hands first tickled my sides and then moved to grab my bum.  I blushed bright red and broke away laughing. “Harry! Stop!” His chuckle followed and I moved my neck to make room for his face to nuzzle into the warmth. “You really don’t have to worry, baby. M’happy with a card or something. S’long as I got you to hold like this, m’a lucky man.” Even though I still didn’t have a clue what I would eventually place under the tree for him, the honesty in his voice soothed my worries. He deserved something good, something special and more than just a ‘you’re my girlfriend and now I’m happy forever’ kind of thing. I tightened my hold around his neck. “You’re the only guy I know who changes from a pain in the arse to the best boyfriend there is, inner seconds.” “Well, m’special, aren’t I?” “I still want to get you something, though.” And luckily I did find something in the end. I took Harry’s promise that he was grateful to be with me everyday, that he loved me and that he was happy ever since I agreed to be his, and got him the one thing that would ensure we’d be together for most of next year. I wrapped the airplane ticket that would allow me to fly out and then accompany him for most of his upcoming tour in golden paper, while he watched with a soft smile. It was when I lay it next to his neatly wrapped gifts that for the first time in years the same sense of excitement cursed through his veins and made his tummy flutter as it had when he was a kid.  He couldn’t wait to open that present, even though it wasn’t the biggest one under the tree.

Hope you enjoyed this!  I have a similar story about his the same problem but it’s his birthday right here: You’re My Favorite ( it’s not my favorite though and not very well written) 

Also: Masterlist 

And: Christmas Harry