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[honkytonk-hangman]

Good In Bed

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

Summary: Jake has made it crystal clear to you that you're only friends with benefits, so why did he go and delete your dating apps?

Warnings: brief mentions of smut but not smutty, jake kinda being an asshole, reader getting upset and yelling at him, fluff ending all the way baybay

Notes: u have no clue how much i love u @roleycoleyland for literally being the reason this got finished &lt;;3 <;3 <3 title from Good In Bed by Dua Lipa <3

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Jake pumps his hips hard into yours one final time, before he at last collapses beside you, chest sweaty and heaving, his eyes closed and his face raised to the ceiling. Your position had shifted from the pure force of your fucking, and somehow your head had fallen off the side of his bed, leaving you hanging slightly as you too try to catch your breath.

“Damn, I’ve missed this,” he says a short time later, shifting himself fully out from between your legs, and tucking his hands behind his head, the afterglow of a good lay lingering on him beautifully. Once upon a time his words might’ve sparked pride or even joy, but now they’re just one more cut that stings painfully before being swallowed up. You note sourly he doesn’t say he’s missed you, despite the fact he’s been gone ten weeks now, and against your better judgement you missed him.

You lay there on his bed in the late evening and regret every moment that led you to this point. You shouldn't have picked up when he called tonight, you shouldn't have come over for drinks, and you definitely shouldn't have had sex with him again.

It’s not that Jake isn't a nice guy, well, he isn’t always, but for the most part he was a mile more decent than most of the guys you’d actually dated in the past. From the start he was straightforward and blunt with you about what this thing between you would be, how much he was offering you, and to his credit, he rarely seemed to step outside of that. And like an idiot, you’d gone and gotten feelings for him anyway.

You should have stopped seeing him long before his most recent deployment, and you shouldn't have been there the night before he left for him to hit you with another straightforward and blunt assertion that you were only fuck buddies, nothing more.

The thing is, you and Jake got on well, so well in fact most people assumed that you were an item, and at this point maybe you were blinded by your feelings, but you couldn’t exactly see why you shouldn't be, aside form the fact that Jake didn’t seem to be interested in any sort of commitment, despite what that offered was basically what you had now, only he didn’t have to go out of his way to break your heart once a week.

After the last time, before he’d left for ten weeks, you’d sworn off him for good. You put his name in your phone as ‘DO NOT CALL’, you downloaded a few dating apps, you’d even been on a few dates… and then Jake had sauntered back into your life, invited you over for the night and just like none of your progress existed in the first place, you’d come at his beck and call.

You lay there feeling pathetic as it sinks in what you’ve done, but swallow back your emotions for now. You were an adult, you chose to do this with him tonight, you knew what it would do. Warm fingers make you jump as they wrap around your wrist, and you glance up to watch as Jake effortlessly tugs you back onto the bed, closer to him, never letting his hand leave your skin as he releases you to skim his fingers up and over your shoulder, drawing you even closer until you’re almost cuddling. You nearly pull away.

Jake wasn’t a post-sex cuddler, not really anyway. Aftercare? No problem, but this wasn’t exactly the sort of session that required aftercare, so you’re more than a little surprised by his continued affections, staying still as he curls himself onto his side to face you, hand dropping to grab at your thigh, which he hikes over his, as if this was something you normally did.

“You may need to give me a few before we go again,” you tell him, realising this position was probably just him gearing up for round two. Jake peeks an eye open at you, and lifts an eyebrow as though what you’ve said is very funny.

“I don’t think I’ve got more to give tonight,” he says, adjusting your leg around him again, pulling you in even more. You refrain from frowning, if only to avoid explaining to him why. Jake closes his eyes again and lets out a contented sigh. His hand stays curled around your leg, though he begins rhythmically smoothing his thumb back and forth over your skin after a few moments, and you begin to wonder at what point he’s going to withdraw from you like he usually does.

Luckily you’re saved from the dreaded wait, your phone buzzing loud and distractingly. You use it as the perfect excuse to extract yourself from him, instead moving to a sitting up cross-legged position as you reach for your phone, and draw the screen closer to your chest when you see who it’s from. Jake seems only a little disgruntled by your movement, though gets over it quickly, replacing his hand almost exactly where it once was around your thigh.

“What's going on?” he asks casually, eyes closed again as you tap out a reply. You spare him half a glance, but don’t feel much point in lying to him about things, seeing as he’d never done so with you.

“Just this guy I met on Tinder a while back.” you tell him lightly, completely missing how his eyes pop open immediately and he stares up at you with an unreadable expression.

“You’re on Tinder?” he asks, voice blank, finally making you look down at him properly. You blink and shrug, before going back to your phone.

“Sure, I mean, I don’t know how else to meet people these days, I kinda don’t get out much when Dagger’s not around,” you inform him, shifting in your place slightly as he withdraws his hand from your thigh to lay over his sternum instead.

Feeling the mood shift, but unsure as to why, you force out a laugh and shrug.

“It’s been sorta nice, trying to get back out there again properly, not just, you know, settling or whatever.” that makes Jake react clearly, frowning at you while pushing himself into an upright position. “Settling?!” he repeats, though it’s not really a question. You stare at him in confusion.

“I don’t know, I guess I’m getting past the point in my life where I wanna be doing this,” you getsure between the two of you. “All the time.”

Jake blinks at you in clear offence, before quickly his entire demeanour seems to change all at once, and his expression falls into a somewhat familiar cocky grin.

“Alright, I get it,” he says, only further confusing you and you’re caught off guard enough that when he reaches out and plucks your phone from your hands, you don’t have time to react.

“Hey! Jake!” you protest, suddenly a little panicked as he very easily plays keep-away from you, using one of his hands to do something on your screen, while the other easily bats away you various attempts to swipe your phone back.

“You don’t need any of this shit, alright?” Jake tells you almost condescendingly.

“Jake!” you warn, your voice growing less calm by the moment.

“There, gone. Deleted.” he says proudly, before at last turning your phone screen around to face you, and letting you take it back off him, which you do hurriedly, snatching it away and standing up from the bed.

“What the fuck?!” you demand, looking agape between your now tinder-less phone, and Jake. The blond looks more relaxed now, and all of a sudden any thought of keeping your brooding and your feelings to yourself goes out the window. Your eyes prickle.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Why would you do that?!” you shout. Jake has the smarts to at least drop his smug grin, but now he stares up at you in even more annoying surprise.

“I was just–” he starts, but you don’t even care what he has to say anymore.

“You don’t get to leave for ten weeks after, especially after reminding me that you don’t want me, and then just show up again and ruin my chances at finding someone who actually does!” your raised voice wobbles, and you don’t bother trying to hide your sniffling as you continue to lay into him. “That’s not fair! You’re being unfair!” you cry. “How many girls did you take home while you were away, huh?”

Jake blinks at you, a shade of indignance colouring his features now.

“None.” he tells you, but you can only scoff.

“Right. And how many did you flirt with? How many did you buy drinks for?” he stays silent at those questions, either not wanting to answer or no longer seeing the point in the face of your tirade. You stare at him until your eyesight blurs completely before at last you reel back from him.

Gasping a little at the state you’ve worked yourself into, you turn half away from him and wipe desperately at your eyes.

“Baby–” Jake starts, his fingers brushing your wrist, but you jerk away this time, pulling your hand and your phone to your chest.

“I need to go. I shouldn’t have come,” you tell him, collecting your clothes quickly before escaping into his bathroom.

You can't help but feel a little pathetic as you cry harder once you’re in the relative privacy of his ensuite, a strange but familiar disappointment lancing through you when he doesn't come after you. However upon swinging the door back open once you’re dressed, you find Jake standing in front of his bed, sweatpants now fastened around his hips, and a determined expression on his features.

“I’m not letting you leave like this,” he tells you firmly, as if he has any say in what you do. You scoff at him, but don’t cover up your still dripping eyes. If anything, his resolve seems to strengthen.

“Look, be pissed at me, I deserve it, but I’m not letting you drive home when you’ve been drinking,” his voice leaves little room for argument, and even though in the back of your mind you know he’s actually being the decent version of himself right now, you can’t help but snarl at him in disgust.

“Fine! Then I’ll call an uber. I’m not staying here.'' You're aware you sound a little childish, and you feel a small pang of regret when Jake’s face flashes with hurt that is quickly covered up by sternness. Going against all the signs you’re putting out to him right now, Jake moves forward and stops your movements to find your shoes by laying both hands on your shoulders. When you look up at him, eyes still blinking away tears, he seems sincere and pleading.

“Just… just stay here, I’ll sleep in the lounge, alright? Just don’t go home like this.”

You want to snap at him that he has no right to ask that of you, but somehow you think he already knows that, and is still asking anyway. You realise dully, that just like you always wanted, Jake was chasing you now, though, you aren’t sure you really want it anymore.

“I wasn’t trying to upset you–” he cuts himself off, just as you shrug out of his hold.

“Please do not talk to me right now.” is all you can manage by way of agreeing to his terms.

You can barely bring yourself to look at him as he goes about collecting up his pillow and a spare blanket, and a part of you feels cruel, but the bigger part of you is proud that you’ve finally put your foot down. Maybe at some other time you’d let him talk, but right now all you can think about or hear is every moment prior to this night when he’s hurt you.

You’d hoped you’d at least be able to fall asleep somewhat fast, but the longer you lay there, the longer you go over and over every little detail of your night until you find yourself downstairs, wrapped up in the throw blanket from Jake’s bed, and standing a few feet away from him on the couch. He sits up immediately when he noticed you, chucking his phone down and focusing intently on you. You note he doesn’t open his mouth, or attempt to speak yet, and you almost regret telling him not to earlier.

You stare at one another hard, until you have to suppress a small hiccup, at which point you frustratedly wipe your face with the back of your hand and cross your arms in front of you.

“Why did you do that?” You ask, amazed your voice sounds as firm as it does. Jake stares up at you with a mixture of uncertainty and something you want to say is remorse but you can’t bring yourself to believe right now that he would be.

“I’m not good at this stu—”

“—No, tell me why you did it.” You cut him off, not willing to listen to his self-pity right now. Jake closes his mouth and blinks up at you, staring intently for a few moments before he shifts in his seat. “Did you miss me?” You prompt after he continues to stare, eyes somewhat pleading. You understand relationships and vulnerability are hard for him, you’re willing to give him this olive branch for now. To his credit, Jake immediately nods, his hands coming together across his spread thighs to wring anxiously.

“Yes. I’m sorry—”

“—If you ever try any of that shit again, I’m kicking your ass,” you tell him. Jake blinks, then straightens up, and nods again. Your lip wobbles and this time when he reaches a hand out for you, he doesn’t grab you, but waits for you to shuffle forward toward him before pulling you in.

He tugs you forward to come stand between his legs, and bows his forehead to rest against your abdomen, his hands anchored at your hips.

“I don’t want you to think I don’t want you,” Jake mumbles, loud enough for you to hear, and you know this is a big admission for him.

“I know it probably doesn’t feel like it, but you can just, you know, tell me that…” you reply, letting your hands fall into his hair where you begin to smooth down some of the mess you made of it earlier. “I want you,” you say, realising while he may subconsciously know that, you’ve also never told him before. “I would never have let you mess me around if I didn’t,” you add with a short laugh, and flick his ear gently. Jake huffs, and lifts his head so he’s looking up at you now, chin resting on your belly.

“I don’t want you to date anyone else. I should have told you that back when I realised it…” he says softly, looking for the first time since you’ve known him like holding your eye contact is uncomfortable for him. “Is that okay?” He asks even quieter.

“Only if you don’t half ass it,” you peer down at him with playful scepticism.

Jake’s fingers at your hips tighten and his eyes narrow.

“I don’t half-ass anything,” he tells you sourly, before making a face. “Tonight notwithstanding.” he adds after a moment. You can’t help it then, you chortle, and hold the sides of his face. Jake smiles, seemingly proud of himself for making you laugh, and he adjusts his hold on you, moving his hands down to tug you into him, so your knees buckle and you’re forced to catch yourself on his shoulders just as he manoeuvres you to sit on his thigh.

“I’m sorry,” he says, far more seriously, leaning his forehead against yours now that you’re face to face. You cup his cheeks again, and dip forward to press a chaste kiss to his lips.

“You will be out on the curb so fast if you fuck me around again,” you tell him cheerfully, making him laugh this time.

“Noted,” he says, before he steals another kiss, longer this time.

When he pulls back at last, you feel yourself relax fully against him, and move to rest your head in the crook of his neck.

“Can we go to bed now?” he asks after a few seconds. You nod, stifling a suspiciously timed yawn, and yelp a little when he scoops your legs under his arm and stands, grinning smugly all the way back upstairs.

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[theidiotwhowritesthings]

Hello! Congratulations on 2130 followers! I think your writing is amazing to be honest and I found you through the sugar daddy Joel story which I love. I wanted to make a request for your celebration weekend if that's okay? I was hoping you could do something with Joel and the song Fever by Dua Lipa and Angèle? (If you don't like that one there's a different song by Dua Lipa called Love Again thats also great) I hope that's okay! Have a lovely day! ♥️♥️♥️♥️✨✨✨✨🥳🥳🥳🥳

[a/n: Thank you so much, hon! I loved both songs but something about 'Love Again' was just screaming Joel Miller to me tonight.]

Joel Miller x F!Reader

Warning: none, just fluff and love

Word Count: 375

"I used to think that I was made out of stone. / I used to spend so many nights on my own. / I never knew I had it in me to dance anymore. / But goddamn, you got me in love again." ⏤ Love Again by Dua Lipa

Joel felt alive. When Ellie came into his life, he felt like he had been stirred from a deep sleep. He had gotten so lost in the mess of the world, the mess of his mind, that Joel didn’t even realize how frozen his heart had become. Ellie changed all of that. She brought a warmth and energy that reminded Joel of who he was at his core. Living in Jackson with her had seemed like a dream these last few months.

Meeting you only added to that.

Joel wasn’t sure what being in love felt like anymore. It had been ages since he could claim the emotion. Literal decades. Sarah’s mother was the last woman he had been in love with, and Joel had been a different man back then. Sarah being born had changed him, and then Sarah dying had changed him again. Joel assumed that he just wasn’t the kind of man that could experience love anymore. Not this kind of love.

But, as he sat beside you at the Tipsy Bison, listening to the sound of your laugh he wondered if he was in love with you. A slow smile spread across his features and he lifted his glass of whiskey to his lips to hide it. For so long, he tried to ignore you. Months and months, he avoided you and kept his distance and he realized now it was because deep down he knew. Joel knew what you would be to him.

If he was stone, you were water. Gradually, you had carved a groove into his very soul. Creating a canyon that flooded with nothing but admiration and adoration. Joel knew he was in trouble, but love being what it was he found he didn’t care much anymore. 

“Is there a reason you’re staring at me like that, Miller?” You asked with a teasing smile.

Joel shook his head. “Just enjoyin’ the view, darlin’.”

He took pride in how your smile widened into a glowing grin⏤ knowing he had been the cause of it. You bumped your shoulder into his. “Keep that up and I’m gonna drag you up to dance with me.”

Joel Miller was not a dancer, but for you he wouldn’t quite mind it.

#tlou #tlou fanfiction #the last of us #joel miller #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #2130 celebration!

[eddieshellfxre]

Best Shot

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Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Word count: 2.9/3k words

Summary: youre playing at the Hideout with your band and you and Eddie take interest in each other, things get steamy backstage

Content: 18+ DNI, swearing, creampie, fingering, unprotected piv sex, oral, slight masturbation, groupie Eddie, choking, just smut!!

a/n this was totally inspired by that video of dua lipa grinding on her mic stand, as soon as i saw it this idea popped up in my head

reblog and like if you enjoy it

gif is not mine, credits to owner

You’re part of a band thats playing at the hideout tonight. Youre hanging at the bar before the show when you see a group of guys walk in.

“who’s playing here tonight?” one of the boys ask as they all sit down at the bar next to you not paying attention

“man i dont know, some chick band” says another one with long curly hair “i bet they arent even good… i mean a girl band?”you smirk to yourself and stand up, tapping the guy on the shoulder

“why dont you stay and find out for youself sweetheart” you say, hand still on his shoulder as he turns around to face you. You lock eyes with each other and you cant help but notice how attractive this guy really is.

“oh please, you think youre good?”

“well the owner did say this is the first time the Hideout sold out soooo that must mean something… arent you the regular players here? interesting” you walk closer to him placing his chin on your index finger while your thumb ghostly brushes his bottom lip, you notice how his breathing shifts, both looking at each other with lust “whats your name?”

“i-im Eddie Munson” he says with a low rasp in this voice. fuck this man is hot

“well Eddie Munson, see you later sweetcheeks” you wink at him and you walk backstage to prepare for the show, leaving Eddie completely frozen in place trying to figure out what just happened

“yeahhhh Eddie, get it” you hear one of the boys chant, you turn around to see Eddie grabbing a beer, eyes still locked on you

••••

“y/n are you trying to flirt with the guy or kill him?” one of your band mates asks while doing her last makeup touches “babe dressed like that you could easily kill me” she laughs

“oh c’mon its casual attire” you laugh pointing at the leather skirt you were wearing, could easily be mistaken as a belt if not careful, a ripped t shirt that became a crop top and torn up at the perfect place to give you the best possible cleavage.

All of you finish up everything and walk on stage, as soon as you walk in you notice Eddie front and center, you look at him and send him and cheeky wink making Eddie take his bottom lip between his teeth and eye you up and down, focusing specially on the small fabric trying its best to cover your ass. A curly headed boy whispers something to him and Eddie just smiles in agreement never breaking his stare on you.

“hi everybody, we’re Sugar Walls. my name is y/n and we’re extremely excited to play at the hideout tonight” the crowd chants and you start playing, spending almost the whole show making eye contact with Eddie, your bandmates catch on to this laughing and shaking their heads.

“This is out last song of the night, so i just wanna thank everysingle one of you for showing up tonight and making this a unforgettable night for us. This is Hit Me With Your Best Shot” your eyes immediately make their way in Eddie’s direction.

As you come to the end of the song singing “Well you're the real tough cookie with a long history, of breaking little hearts like the one in me” you lower yourself in front of Eddie coming close to his face, the microphone being the only space between both you you sing “Before I put another notch in my lipstick case, you better make sure you put me in my place” coming back up straight after, placing your hand at the top of the mic stand and slowly swaying your hips sliding down as you follow the beat of the song, ass beginning to be on full display “Hit me with your best shot, C'mon, hit me with your best shot” always making eye contact you reach the bottom and tilt the stand forward grinding on it you finish the lyric “ Hit me with your best shot ,fire away” Eddie seems to have swallow a peach pit, you could have sworn if the room wasnt so dark you could see the bulge on his jeans, screaming to be free.

You hear every man and woman chant out to your band but you keep your focus on Eddie who is just slow clapping, chewing on his gum.

The show ends and you thank everyone and make your way back to your dressing room with the girls

“that was one hell of a show wasnt it?” Vicky says poking at your ribs, you giggle a little knowing exactly what shes talking about “even i was trying really hard not to loose focus on the beat when drumming, imagine that poor guy” she laughs sitting down on the couch, you sit down next to her on a chair, legs crossed drinking beer. When suddenly your dressing room door flies open. you shoot eyes forward to find Eddie standing in front of him, breathless. you bite your lip smirking looking at him, you know damn well whats about to go down and what you did to him. The room stays quiet for a couple of seconds

“Ladies…. out” you stay seated drinking your beer and your bandmates leave the room closing the door behind them.

“who the fuck— who the fuck do you think you are?” Eddie says making his way to you, his eyes dark, cheeks flushed as he stands above you, you smile at him and stand up

“who the fuck do you want me to be?” your grin is killing him, no one has ever been like this with him and you notice it. His eyes focus on your lips, his hands meet your hips pulling you closer to him, walking against you until you’re pressing up against the wall, you could feel his dick through his jeans, this man was about to burst “let me ask you again… who the fuck do you want me to be” you lean in coming closer to his lips, you lift your leg up, slightly carresing his thigh and he looses all self control grabbing onto your thigh with one hand and cupping your face to kiss you with the other, you slowly grind on him looking for some type of friction

“jesus christ, you’re killing me baby” he says breathless as he leaves bruised kisses on your neck making his way down to your cleavage.

You’ve been waiting for this ever since you saw him, there was something about him that turned you on so badly, you just want him there and now, he licks his way up your neck

“turn” he whispers bitting every so slightly at your neck, he places his hands on your waist turning you to face the wall, you spread your legs placing your hands of the wall for support.

Eddie kneels down behind you, slowly rising your so called skirt and grabbing a handful of your ass and smacking it making you moan a little, he hears you and lets out a laugh, it was like it was music to his ears, doing it again waiting to hear you one more time before he brushes his thumb along your clothed pussy, leaning in closer with his lips as you feel the hot breath from his mouth against your heat making you weak, you spread your legs a little bit more as Eddie strokes your panties with his fingers, hooking his index finger on them and tugging them pulling them all the way down to your feet. You step out of them kicking them to the side

“holy fuck” he says close to your cunt “youre so fucking hot baby, so wet for me” he says almost in a cry “such a perfect little pussy” he admires you from behind spreading your lips with his index and middle finger

“have been since you walked in the club daddy” your words freeze him into place. He gives in into his dispair placing a hand on his crotch grabbing it in a tight grip, hoping it will release him of some tension.

His tongue makes its way up to your slit, licking you from your clit to your hole, inserting his tongue ever so slightly inside you. He locks his mouth onto you, sucking on your clit, everytime he does this your legs twitch

“f-fuck Eddie just like that” you moan dropping your head forward as he hits just the right spot on your clit “shit shit shit dont stop, fucking christ dont stop” you perk your ass up giving him more access to your pussy, you can feel his grin as he eats you from behind, both hands on your ass cheeks spreading them apart with such force his fingers were turning white, he flattens his tongue on your pussy feeling all of you on his tongue, moaning at the sensation of having your cunt on him.

“you taste heavenly baby” he moans against your pussy, the vibrations send you into a spiral

“Im gon-Eddie i— fuckfuckfuck” your legs tremble as you reach your orgasm. Eddie being a total gentleman licks your release up and turns you around to face him, grabbing your face he motions you to open your mouth. You do as youre told and he places his tongue on yours allowing your cum to drip from his tongue to yours.

“taste yourself for me” his eyes were as dark as when he walked in, he was hungry for you. Completely drunk on him you swallow and Eddie forms a smile on his face, kissing you hard against the wall “i dont know i lasted that whole set” his hands slid under your shirt cupping your breats and kneeding them into his hands “i just wanted to bend you over the drum set and fuck you until you forgot your name” you resume your grinding on him, letting him know you wanted just that “youre such a fucking tease arent you?” he says grinning against your lips as he slowly grinds on you, giving you both some kind of friction

“oh why didnt you bend me over then?” you ask pulling onto his shirt collar, pulling him closer, if thats even possible

“because only i get to see this pussy! no one else” he says slipping a finger inside you, catching you by surprise you let out a loud moan, forcing you to close your eyes as he hits your g spot everything he curls his fingers inside you. he removes his fingers after teasing you with them for a while, you push him towards the couch sitting him down.

you can hear “fever” playing outside and start to remove your clothing at the beat of it. Eddie’s jaw drops once you grab at your cleavage and rip the shirt of you, leaving you in nothing but your push up bra and leather skirt. His heart beating out of control as he eye fucks you while you’re coming closer to him placing your hands on his thighs giving him the best view of your breasts, he is pretty much drooling at this point. your hand trails up stopping at his crotch, you massage it in your hand and Eddie’s breath breaks up and he grabs onto your wrist, outside you hear the lyrics “daddy oh dont you dare” and you sing them right back at Eddie.

You notice his belt buckle is a couple of handcuffs and you smile at the idea that just popped in your head.

“lets see if these work shall we” you say as you remove them from his jeans, clasping his wrists to the handcuffs, throwing the chain behind his head “move these and there will be consequences” you say letting go of the handcuffs. Eddie nods in agreement “im gonna need words baby! do you understand? ”

“fuck— yes baby! do everything you want to me” he says in dispair, bucking his hips wanting you to release him from is agony

“ohhhhh you shouldnt have said that” your gaze pierces him to the couch. You reach behind you with one hand and unhook your bra, your tits are right at his face, close enough to take one of them in his mouth, nibbling at your nipple while you let own a raspy low moan. you lower yourself, playing with his jeans button, teasing him. You start to remove his jeans and he shimmies in his seat helping you, soon enough youre met by his size “commando?” you laugh taking his balls in your hand slowly massaging them he grinds his hips, you notice it and lick a strip from the bottom of his shaft to his head, cleaning up the pre cum thats leaking from him. The saltiness makes you moan and it sends Eddie over the fucking moon.

You take him in your mouth, tip hitting the back of your throat as you keep massaging his balls in your hand

“jesus christ do you even have a gag reflex?” he asks looking at you as you swallow him down. you shake your head in denial “holy fuck baby” he tries to grab your hair but he doesnt want to remove his cuffed hands from behind him “y/n baby you gotta stop of else im gonna bust and id rather do that inside that pretty little pussy of yours” you release him with a pop, lips swollen you come up to kiss him, brushing your tongue on his bottom lip asking for permission.

“just let me fuck you already” he pleads looking at you “ive been waiting all night”

“oh you have?” you tilt your head in innocence, but your eyes quickly talk otherwise as you take your hand to his throat pressing at the sides “you poor babyyyyy” you notice how his dick twitches at your touch. he likes being dominated and you sure love dominating. you lean over to his ear letting out a soft moan as your other hand reaches down to your clit clircling it with your middle finger “ohhh Eddieeee, i want you inside me”

“oh my— you’re so hot” he breathes out looking down at where your hand meets your pussy. Hands still behind his head, he grabs onto the chain to restrain himself from touching you all over “please-please sit on me and let me fuck you while you keep doing that” he pleads once more, praying that you’ll do as your asked.

“you’re lucky flattery works on me sweetheart” you say as you climb onto his lap, grabbing at his cock, stroking it at a painfully slow pace you line him up with your entrance and lower yourself onto him, feeling how he completly stretches you out filling you up completly.

You hold onto his chest as you ride him agonizingly slow for both you and him, but you love the game, the tease, sending him over the edge. As you start to become more and more inpatient you start picking up your pace and Eddie’s hands shoot up from behind his head grabbing onto your hips throwing the cuff chain behind you, the cold chain sending a shock through your body as Eddie’s hands grab onto your hips tight, his rings bitting onto your skin, but you like the pain, your finds its way to the back of Eddie’s head, grabbing at his mane, squeezing it in your hand he moans softly as he looks at you getting lost in your body.

“jesus—you’re so big Eddie” you say breathless as you ride him quicker now. You take your hand to your clit and start circling it again as he slams his hips into you deeper each time.

“just like that baby, c’mon i wanna feel you come all over my dick” he encourages you to continue touch yourself, he starts to feel you cleanching around him and he knows your close “c’mon bab—fuck you’re almost—almost there” he says in such dificulty, trying hard himself not to cum before you.

“oh my goddddd Eddie” a loud moan leaves your mouth as you collapse onto Eddie’s chest. He picks up his pace, fucking you through your orgasm reaching his own soon after. Mewling into each others mouths as your grinding slows down, feeling him cum paint your walls, he thrusts in and out a couple more times through his orgasm. You smile against his lips still remaining seated on him

“thank god im on the pill right?” you laugh

Eddie laughs back, memories of what you’ve just done to each other running through his mind

“i still think youre a fucking tease for what you made me go through during the show” his dick now soft inside you, he removes himself from inside you collecting both your releases onto his fingers and sticking them in your mouth. You open gladly and moan at the sensation

“tastes….. heavenly” you laugh, calling back at Eddie’s recall from earlier “first time a groupie gave me a orgasm this good i must say” Eddie looks at you intruigued

“groupie?” placing a hand over his chest looking shocked

“well yeah” you smile back “i am in a band” you joke at him

“so am i, you’re the groupie”

“sureeee but has your band ever sold out this place” you roll your eyes at him, leaning into his lips “maybe next time ill be your groupie” you kiss him softly brushing his bands away from his forehead

“next tuesday then, be my groupie and for the love of god! get another top of those” he joins his hands in prayer looking upwards. You both laugh, and you notice you havent removed his handcuffs yet, you lock your index finger in the chain and lean in to whisper

“only if you bring these and cuff me” Eddie looks at you with pure lust, bitting onto his lip

“you’re on baby”

#eddie munson #joseph quinn #eddie munson fanfic #eddiemunson #eddiestrangerthings #stranger things #st4 #stranger things eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #reader x eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie smut

[thetriumphantpanda]

Panda's 500 Followers Celebration!

You guys! I cannot believe there are 500 of you that have enjoyed my writing and rambling enough to follow me - I am so appreciative of all your love and support on my fics - you're the best. When I started writing again earlier this year I had no idea this many of you would enjoy it, but I'm grateful - thank you to you all for being here and for continuing to support me in my quest to distract myself from the stress of my MA degree.

So! How are we celebrating I hear you ask? Below is a list of prompts, split up into various sections. Pick a prompt and send it to my ask box, along with a Pedro boy (Joel Miller, Javier Peña, Javi Gutierrez, Agent Whiskey, Oberyn Martell, Dieter Bravo and Frankie Morales are who I write for) and I'll complete a 500 word Drabble for you.

Song Prompts

"I 'ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown, in the name of someone I no longer know." - Noah Kahan - Dial Drunk

"Only bought this dress so you could take it off." - Taylor Swift - Dress

"They say all good boys go to heaven, but bad boys bring heaven to you." - Heaven - Julia Michaels

"Wish you the best, but most of all I wish that I could love you less." - Closer - Cornelia Jacobs

"I let you down, I've been clumsy with your heart again." - Clumsy - All Time Low

"I wanna hold you in my arms tonight, for your love, I'll do whatever you want." - For Your Love - Maneskin

"He calls me the devil, I make him wanna sin." - Hotter Than Hell - Dua Lipa

"My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue, all's well that ends well to end up with you." - Lover - Taylor Swift

"There's no one quite like, I hate that I like you, but when I'm inside you, there's nothing I won't do." - I'd Be Fine - All Time Low

Smut Prompts

"I love that no one else has seen you like this, that no one else has felt you before, been inside you. they don't get to have you, but i do."

"Someone's needy."

"Let me come in you, please. i want to fill you up."

"You want gentle? wrong fucking address."

"Do you really think you’re in a position to give orders?"

"Beg for it."

"Shall we put that mouth to better use?"

"Where did this attitude come from?"

"You're still horny? Didn't I fuck you hard enough last night?"

Romance Prompts

"I never planned on falling for you."

"I'm asking if you love me too."

"I'm always flirting with you. Keep up."

"The only thing that makes sense to me anymore is us."

"You're the only home I need."

"I don't think anyone could be as lovely as you."

"We're made for each other."

Angst Prompts

"I won't let you die for me."

"Do you want me to leave?"

"Alright, I'll leave you alone."

"Don't you dare walk away."

"I don't think I deserve you."

"I don't think I can do this anymore."

"You don't get to trample on my feelings like that!"

#joel miller smut #javier pena smut #frankie morales smut #agent whiskey smut #oberyn Martell smut #Javi Gutierrez smut #pedro Pascal #the last of us #triple frontier #narcos #the unbearable weight of massive talent #game of thrones #Joel Miller Fic #Javier pena Fic #panda milestones #Joel Miller #Javier pena #oberyn martell #agent whiskey #Frankie morales #Javi Gutierrez

[tokkias]

now playing... - natsu & lucy ♡

FeelGood - GOLDHOUSE

i'm gonna make it right, you're gonna love your life, hold me and don't let go

Never Have I Ever - Hot Chelle Rae

never have i ever felt like this before; i've never been the one to knock but now i'm at your door

Levitating - Dua Lipa

i believe that you're for me, i feel it in our energy; i see us written in the stars

She's So Lovely - Scouting For Girls

i love the way she bites her lip; i love the way she shakes them hips; i love the way she makes me drool; i think that she is beautiful

Just Fall - Anthem Lights

i would dive into canyons to save you; and climb up the highest skyscraper as pressure would drop; if it meant that all your pain would stop

Maps - Maroon 5

and you said you had my back; so i wonder, where were you?; when i was at my worst, down on my knees

Arms Tonite - Mother Mother

i died in your arms tonight; i slipped through into the afterlife; it was nice

Don't Blame Me - Taylor Swift

and baby, for you, i would fall from grace, just to touch your face; if you walk away, i would beg you on my knees to stay

Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol

forget what we're told, before we get too old; show me a garden thats bursting into life

Wait a Minute! - WILLOW

you left your diary at my house; and i read those pages; do you really love me baby?

Adore You - Harry Styles

i’d walk through fire for you; just let me adore you; like it’s the only thing i’ll ever do

Something I Need - OneRepublic

you got something i need; in this world full of people there's one killing me; and if we only die once, i wanna live with you

Jenny (I Wanna Ruin Our Frienship) - Studio Killers

i wanna ruin our friendship; we should be lovers instead; i don't know how to say this; 'cause you're really my dearest friend

Alive - Krewella

every second here makes my heart beat faster; finally think i found what i'm chasing after

Still into You - Paramore

let 'em wonder how we got this far; 'cause i don't really need to wonder at all; yeah after all this time; i'm still into you

full playlist here ♡

#nalu #natsu dragneel #lucy heartfilia #fairy tail #the playlist is much longer than this #and not in the order i have it here #but i tried to sort of?? #well i can't really explain the method to my madness in the order i put the songs in #but there is one i pinky promise lol

[sheisfilledwithsecrets]

screencaps courtesy of @stephysource

upside down you're turning me - an anachronistic, aggressively pop steddie playlist

if - janet jackson /// into you - ariana grande /// lose my breath - destiny’s child /// like an animal - the donnas /// upside down - diana ross /// la la - ashlee simpson /// kiss of life - kylie minogue, jessie ware /// till the world ends - britney spears /// physical - dua lipa +bonus track s&m - rihanna

(keep reading for thoughts/lyrics)

many apologies to eddie munson. i too enjoy metal (yay, more people are discovering dio!) but i’m going through a big pop phase, and wanted a mix that matched that and one of my current hyperfixations.

if - janet jackson (eddie)

definitely in the back of eddie’s mind when he kept pushing the stancy If I was your girl boy, oh, the things I'd do to you I'd make you call out my name, I'd ask who it belongs to If I was your woman, the things I'd do to you But I'm not, so I can't Then I won't But if I was your girl boy

into you - ariana grande (steve) ’who hasn’t had gay thoughts?!’ - steve harrington, probably I'm so into you I can barely breathe And all I wanna do Is to fall in deep But close ain't close enough 'Til we cross the line, yeah, yeah So name a game to play And I'll role the dice, hey

lose my breath - destiny’s child (eddie) i am a hanky code truther. can steve keep up? I put it right there, made it easy for you to get to Now you want to act like ya don't know what to do After I done everything that you ask me... ...Can you keep up? Baby boy, make me lose my breath

like an animal - the donnas (steve) the answer is of course yes Feel my breath on your neck And my fingers in your hair Get it up, I can't relax Don't hold back You know I want it bad Oh oh oh, I can't say no I lose control 'cause with you I'm like an animal

upside down - diana ross (eddie) yeah, eddie is in love Upside down Boy, you turn me Inside out And round and round Instinctively you give to me The love that I need

la la - ashlee simpson (steve) as is steve  You make me wanna la la In the kitchen on the floor I'll be your French maid When I'll meet you at the door I'm like an alley cat Drink the milk up I want more You make me wanna You make me wanna scream I feel safe with you I can be myself tonight

kiss of life - kylie minogue, jessie ware (eddie) steve, a former lifeguard, performed CPR and saved eddie. this happened. If you only knew (Every time I get a little taste of it, I die) You could only see (I'm in the moment, it's so sweet that I could cry) Give me the kiss of life

till the world ends - britney spears (steve) ‘for your modesty, dude.’ also, since eddie lives, they fight the apocalypse together You notice what I'm wearing, I noticin' you're staring You know that I can take it, To the next level, baby... ...See the sunlight, we ain't stopping Keep on dancin' 'till the world ends If you feel it let it happen Keep on dancin' till the world ends

physical - dua lipa (eddie & steve) lovers who fight vecna/001/henry together stay together All night, I'll riot with you I know you got my back, and you know I got you So come on (come on)... ...Let's get physical

*bonus track* s&m - rihanna i SAID i was a hanky code truther! Oh, I love the feeling you bring to me, oh, you turn me on It's exactly what I've been yearning for, give it to me strong And meet me in my boudoir Make my body say ah, ah, ah, I like it (like it)'Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it Sticks and stones may break my bones But chains and whips excite me

#my mix #stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve harrington/eddie munson #fanmix

[calumhoodsx]

if i hadn’t let Dua put glitter eye shadow on me, i would absolutely be crying about finally getting to hug you again. it’s been way too long and i’ve missed your face. and the rest of you too. i also can’t believe i missed out on your premiere too. just gonna casually follow you everywhere tonight to make up for it. you’re not getting rid of me, nope. soz. | @emilybettrxckards​

#| &. f2f / camily #( MeetTheHollands ) #hollywoodfameevent

[aeoneri]

[Tacones Rojos] Chapter 12: The Goddess Who Had It All

Summary:

ACT II: GABRIELA – Gabriela has everything she could ever want - a fulfilling career, great friends, and a boyfriend that could make anyone swoon. But despite of other people's assumptions, the Goddess of Bogotá's life isn't as perfect as it seems.

– The theme song for this chapter: Dance The Night by Dua Lipa

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It had been almost two months ago since her world turned itself upside down.

Gabriela lived a fairly normal life, as normal as one could get for an indie actress who also worked part-time as a music producer. Her time was filled with plenty of highs and lows, and she loved being creative, even if the challenges stumped her out. There was nothing else Gabriela wouldn’t exchange for the world, except, maybe, for a chance to breathe. 

Whenever life became too much for her, she would put on her heels and go out dancing till dawn. Dancing brought out the truest form of herself, and when she hit the floor, there was no room for anyone to cast judgment. 

In the recesses of the city’s hottest nightclubs, she was free.

People called her “La Diosa”, the goddess who evoked allure, mystery, fate and prosperity. For wherever she went, they believed luck followed, and when she danced, she lit the room on fire. Everyone had a good time when she was around, and even if her heart was on the verge of breaking, it never, ever, showed. Gabriela kept everyone’s world turning, the same way she tried to keep her own from standing still.

Tonight, however, she didn’t quite feel like herself.

“Do you think he saved our spot, or do you think it’s already taken?” Her friend, Ávila, asked Gabriela as they made their way to La Tribu, a trendy bar that was on the edge of the city. It was a long way away from Gabriela’s place, but it was always well worth the trip.

“I don’t know, you’re the one with the number.” Gabriela half-heartedly commented. Normally she would be up to celebrate the weekend by going out to have fun, but it was hard to get into the mood after the terrible day she had. “Hopefully it hasn’t, but I doubt it.”

“And maybe you’re right to doubt.” Ávila cringed when they arrived and found a long line of people waiting to enter the building. “Looks like it’s busier than usual.”

Gabriela tried hard not to frown. She anticipated this, knowing that the place itself had a reputation for being one of the best within the area, but had hoped otherwise. Despite looking worn down with graffiti, La Tribu’s exterior was vibrant, reminiscent of the colorful houses in Cartegena. “I thought you messaged your boyfriend, Ávi!” She groaned, adjusting the straps of her dress while Ávila grabbed her hand so they could jump the queue. They got a few displeased looks from other people, but most gave way when they noticed who was cutting through. “That’s the only reason why I agreed to go out tonight!”

Ávila didn’t look pleased at all with Gabriela’s whining. “And I did, but I didn’t expect this crowd. Besides, do you think I’d let you be all alone in that apartment of yours, sulking while your no-good on-again, off-again, significant other fucks his way through the entire city?”

The comment stung. “That’s low.”

“And?”

“You know that he’s…sorry and has been making it up to me.” Gabriela defended, though there was a hint of hesitation in her tone. Was he? “I know he hasn’t been the best, but not all of our fights have to do with his past mistakes.”

“You know that you deserve a whole lot better than him, right?”

“Yes, but…”

“But you two have this long history together since childhood and whatnot, and he’s your first love.” Ávila made a face. “And I get that. It’s really sweet when you think about it, but when push comes to shove, he doesn’t even have the common sense to realize that whatever stupid shit he does, you’d be caught up in his mess.” 

Ávila always had a way with words. They were no nonsense, given their background in the cutthroat world of fashion. They believed sugar coating made matters more complicated than it needed to be, and was brutally honest where it mattered. Gabriela understood that Ávila, while seemingly rough on the outside, was completely worried for her. They weren’t good at showing it sometimes, but she knew they meant well. They had been like that since they first started together in the industry, and while Gabriela never hid secrets, there was more to the story than Ávila knew.

It wasn’t just the longstanding history — Gabriela’s predicament had more to do with the complicated and strained relationship with her family. Apart from her brother, whom she had just recently reconnected with, she had not been in contact with her parents since they kicked her out of the house. They didn’t like Marco to begin with, and if anything, they had good reason to.

“It’s complicated, Ávi.” Was all Gabriela managed to say. “He’s trying.”

“He might, but it isn’t good enough, though, Ella.”

The place was jam-packed. There were plenty of regulars milling about, but also some new faces hanging around the counter where José, Ávila’s boyfriend, was working his magic. They didn’t need to try to catch his attention —  he spotted the two instantly. “Oh my sweet wonderful man, thank god you came through.” Ávila murmured as José led them to the far end of the room, where a free booth was waiting for them. “Forgive Ella here, amor.” Ávila maneuvered Gabriela to sit. “We’re off to a rough start.”

“Nothing a drink can’t fix.” José shrugged. “If you have any requests, just let Javier know, okay? There’s a bachelorette party going on right now, and they’ve been at it hard.”

“We’ll be fine. Now go focus on your patrons.”

“I don’t think a drink would save me.” Gabriela slumped against the table. “This sucks.”

“Oh, don’t start with the pity party.” Ávila took Gabriela’s face in their hands and squished. “How many times have you gone through this? You and Marco have broken up and gotten back together more times than I could count on one hand, and don’t get me started on the scandal that’s circulating around him right now.”

Gabriela had almost forgotten about that, but now the memory of her earlier fight with Marco came back. She squashed down the uneasiness threatening to spill her tears.

As if on cue, Gabriela’s phone began vibrating in her purse. Before she could make a move to check, Ávila snatched it off her hands. “He can’t take a hint, huh?” They scowled at the screen when they saw Marco’s name pop up. “Please don’t tell me you’re going to answer.”

“I’m not.” Gabriela grabbed the phone back to turn it off. “Can we stop talking about him right now? I just want to unwind and forget about it all.”

“That’s more like it!” Ávila instantly beamed, quickly signaling one of the servers, Javier, over. “Let’s get you something really good. We’re going to party till the sun comes up!”

…

As the night progressed, Gabriela managed to forget her troubles, even if only for a little while. The drinks continuously flowed, one after another. “I’m in the mood to dance, Ávi!” Gabriela tugged on Ávila’s hand towards the dance floor. “Join me?”

“No way.” Ávila teased. “You go!”

“Pretty please? I love this song!”

“Yeah, but someone needs to watch over our stuff and you know my boyfriend can’t do it for us right now.”

“But you’ll be all alone and you’re the one who invited me out.” 

“I’m not going anywhere. Go and have some fun.” Ávila tried their best not to laugh and shooed Gabriela away. “This is your moment to shine. Show them how it’s really done…La Diosa!”

“Haha, stop!” Gabriela started giggling, the alcohol buzzing into her system. She playfully smacked Ávila’s shoulder. “I don’t even know how that nickname even stuck. I’m no goddess!”

“Trust me, you’re too humble for your own good sometimes.” Ávila snickered in response before Gabriela made her way confidently towards the crowd. “Hey, DJ!” They called out to the person handling the mixer. “Pump up the music! La Diosa is here to dance!”

…

People always wondered how Gabriela managed to balance herself in towering heels without even tripping over her feet. On any given day, she would have chosen another pair, maybe even comfortable shoes. But for times when she needed a little boost, she would pick her gorgeous, blood-red heels, and go dancing in them. The shoes weren’t always ideal to keep on for long, but it made her feel confident. Beautiful, even.

Cheers erupted from the crowd and many more joined her on the floor. Gabriela twirled and swayed to the beat like her life depended on it. All of her emotions rose up to the surface and she felt a tear run down her cheek. It twinkled like a diamond underneath the neon lights, but Gabriela didn’t care. Sweat and tears and laughter mingled with each other and it was all she lived for.

She didn’t know how long she had been dancing. The rhythm made time move differently. Gabriela was too immersed to even notice a man who moved too close for comfort next to her.

“Gabriela.”

Her euphoria was replaced with confusion. She recognized that voice anywhere. “Marco?” She whipped her head around to find her lover standing there. “What are you doing here?”

He looked disheveled, like he had rolled off the bed and dressed himself in the dark. “I have been looking everywhere for you.” Without an explanation, Marco grasped her arm and pulled her away from the dance floor. “I’m taking you home. Now.”

“Wait, wait, wait. No.” Gabriela immediately yanked him off her and for a moment, she swore his eyes darkened. “I don’t want to go home just yet. The party’s just getting started.”

Marco ran a tense hand through his hair. “Are you drunk?”

“No.” She lied. “And what’s it to you? If you’re just here to be a prick, leave. You’re ruining my night.”

He scrutinized her carefully. “Unbelievable. You’re drunk.” Marco accused. “You’re not thinking straight.”

“First of all, I’m not drunk.” Gabriela hissed, annoyed that he decided to pick a fight with her. Wasn’t our earlier one enough? “In fact, I was feeling pretty fine before you showed up unexpectedly.” Other guests had begun to notice the trouble that was brewing and watched with keen eyes. “Why are you really even here, anyway?”

“I already told you, I’m here to take you home. Why are you being so difficult, mami? ”

“Don’t you dare mami me! Do you think that coming here and suddenly acting that you actually cared would make everything better? Like how dare you think I’d go with you just because you–”

Gabriela gasped when Marco suddenly kissed her, cutting her off. “Fine. I’ll come clean. I was worried when you didn’t answer my calls or my texts. I didn’t even know if you were coming home tonight.”

She stood there unconvinced. “Look, I know doing this doesn’t make it any better, but hear me out, please.” Marco moved closer, and Gabriela could feel his hot breath near her ear. It made her shiver, and she cursed herself for feeling weak. “I wanted to apologize. I’ve been under so much pressure lately that I’ve said some things that I didn’t mean. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you, Ella. I promise, it won’t happen again.”

Minutes felt like hours, and hours felt like eternity. Gabriela wondered how many times he had used this line on her. How many promises had he not kept? Yet like the sorry sap that she was, she fell for it over and over again.

“Let me make it up to you.” He pleaded.

If Gabriela took the time to be honest with herself, her gut told her to move along, dump his sorry ass and walk away. But her heart said otherwise, knowing she was not quite ready to let it all go. In the end, he won out. “Okay.” Gabriela agreed, feeling herself getting sober. Nothing had changed. “Okay. Take me home.”

I’m in love with this man. He’s in love with me. We are happy.

She let Marco lead her out to the exit, but not before Ávila stepped in, blocking their way. “You.” They growled at him, stabbing a finger at his chest. “I don��t really know what she sees in you, but one of these days, mark my words, she will wake up and your lies will no longer hold power over her.”

“Ávi…” Gabriela began, but Ávila shook their head. “My friend deserves someone so much better than you.” They continued. “She is too good for you.”

Marco ignored Ávila’s rant and discreetly sidestepped away. “Sure.” He deadpanned. “Her bag please, Ávila. We’re leaving.”

Ávila begrudgingly handed over Gabriela’s belongings and watched their friend’s retreating figure. They were worried, but there was nothing else they could do. Ávila’s only hope was that Gabriela would realize that she deserved someone who truly loved her for who she was, flaws and all. They just had to wait a little longer. It wasn’t like the next person that would pass by would be the one Gabriela needed.

And as Ávila turned their back towards the bar to get another drink, someone else was on their way out, desperately searching in the cold, dark night.

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Glossary of terms (in order of appearance in-text): La Tribu - The Tribe

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#fanfiction #encanto #bruno madrigal #original character #young bruno madrigal #tooth rotting fluff #fluff and romance #smut #friends to lovers #mutual pining #modern AU #non-magical #madrigal family #humor #drama #telenovela #ao3fic

[chaos-vulpix]

I posted 176 times in 2022

That's 165 more posts than 2021!

4 posts created (2%)

172 posts reblogged (98%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@favoriteginger

@toastedsmoreo

@weekend-whip

@nyanbinary-87

@finalstepsoffaith

I tagged 24 of my posts in 2022

#ninjago - 7 posts

#legacyverse - 7 posts

#aftershockshipping - 6 posts

#incorrect quotes - 2 posts

#oc: jesse marvell - 2 posts

#tommyinnit - 1 post

#oc: olivia omar - 1 post

#four-eyes - 1 post

#private puffer - 1 post

#oc: jamie myers - 1 post

Longest Tag: 91 characters

#tempted to make another playlist centered on this but i dunno if i've got the material lmao

My Top Posts in 2022:

#4

Aftershockshipping Playlist

After reading Chapter 40 of @weekend-whip‘s Born to Be a 21st Century Ninja, I... managed to talk myself into making a playlist for Aftershock (Cole x Jesse)... and Ren (weekend-whip) wanted to see it, so... here it is, I guess.

Just a heads up, I don’t normally share playlists, but I just needed to showcase the vibe these two together give me. It’s mostly inspired by the events of the chapter itself & what could’ve been logically playing during Tox’s set at Rockshot, but also just general vibes outside of that setting, though some may feel like they are from a specific perspective (like, you can feel which song is Cole or Jesse), or it is completely unrelated but meshed well into the vibes so I thought “screw it, throw it in”. I’m also thinking that this could be expanded on in future, but let’s keep it “small” for now.

So, in no particular but alphabetical order because I can’t curate effectively, enjoy:

Adore - Cashmere Cat ft. Ariana Grande

All For You - Rynx ft. Kiesza

Animal - Kesha

Atic - Astrid S

Audio - LSD (Labrinth, Sia & Diplo)

Beautiful Now - Zedd ft. Jon Bellion

Blue - Bad Computer

Boom Clap - Charli XCX

Break My Heart - Dua Lipa

Call You Mine - The Chainsmokers ft. Bebe Rexha

Chameleon - Mako & Elephante

Chasing Clouds - Bad Computer & Danyka Nadeau

Chasing Fire - Lauv

Chroma - Pixel Terror ft. EMELINE

Circles - Audien ft. Ruby Prophet

Daisy - Zedd ft. Julia Michaels

Dreamin’ - Seven Lions ft. Fiora

Eyes Off You - M-22 ft. Arlissa & Kiana Ledé

FANCY - TWICE

Fly - Bad Computer

Go Bang - PNAU

Gold - Koven

Goodness Gracious - Ellie Goulding

Hearts On Fire - Illenium & Dabin ft. Lights

I Don’t Do Drugs - Doja Cat ft. Ariana Grande

I Need Your Love - Calvin Harris ft. Ellie Goulding

See the full post

12 notes - Posted November 11, 2022

#3

Quick Legacyverse Headcanon: NEVER challenge Cole to a Just Dance competition.

That man will destroy you.

Oh? You thought you could throw him off with an Extreme routine that you recently just learned? He's already got Megastar on that.

Your only chance of surviving... is to just play the game with him on casual terms. He'll still dance circles around you, but you'll make out alive with your pride intact, I promise you.

15 notes - Posted November 27, 2022

#2

Incorrect Legacyverse Quotes

PART 1

Jesse: I need a moment with him.

Secret Ninja Force: Of course.

They leave

Jesse, leaning over Cole′s coffin: Okay, listen here you little shit. I know you’re not dead.

Cole: Yeah, no shit.

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Jesse: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I'll wait.

Cole: You and me!!!

Jesse, tearing up: Okay.

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Olivia: Here’s a fun Christmas idea. We hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to FIGHT whoever else is under it.

Jesse: Olivia no.

Jamie: Mistlefoe.

Jesse: Please stop encouraging them.

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Jay: HELP! I TOLD NYA I’D COOK DINNER TONIGHT BUT I CAN’T COOK! 

Cole, pouring milk directly into the cereal bag: And you thought I could help?

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Olivia: Let me show you a picture from last night that really upset me. 

Puffer: Okay, but in my defence, Four-Eyes bet me 50 cents I couldn’t drink all that shampoo. 

Olivia: That’s not what I wanted to- you drank SHAMPOO?!

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Cole: I think we're missing something. 

Zane: Teamwork? 

Jay: Cohesion? 

Kai: A general sense of what we’re doing?

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Zane, about Kai: Apparently we’re getting someone new in the group.

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30 notes - Posted November 29, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Kai: How in the world did you two get into an accident?

Nya: Well, we were driving, and there was a deer in the road so I yelled “Jay, deer!”

Jesse: And?

Nya: Tell them what you answered

Jay: ...

Jay: ... ”yes, honey?”

Cole: [chokes on cake in laughter]

33 notes - Posted November 22, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #well then here's hoping 2023 looks better than this lol #it's mostly ninjago because that's what really brought me back #yeah yeah yeah I'll try & tag more often

[ghostsxagain]

@goxinsane​ asked: #16 for Iris (from Tokyo) | cold heart - elton john & dua lipa

Iris had wanted to have fun tonight. After all, dates were supposed to be fun right? She was keen on making Tokyo smile and laugh as much as possible (since goodness they had a great smile). Besides, her mom said that humour was an easy way to charm someone. Time to put it to the test.

She had brought them to one of her favourite places in the world: karaoke. Ohhhh yes. Nothing like singing in front of strangers to get one out of their shell. She had no idea if Tokyo would like the idea or not, or if they’d sing or not, but Iris thought it was worth a try. “Surprise! I’m not sure if you’re a singer but this might be fun to try? Maybe a song or two - I’m just dying to serenade you - then we can bounce? Trust me, I have other ideas, this doesn’t have to be the thing we do all night.” Iris beamed at them, scanning their face for a reaction.

Once they were inside, Iris wasted no time in signing up to sing. Thankfully they had gotten there early enough that she didn’t have to wait long for her turn (she’d just barely had time to get a drink from the bar before she was called). Iris blew a kiss to Tokyo then made her way to the stage. She had select ‘random’ when it came to the song, finding the mystery thrilling. When the poppy beat kicked on, she grinned. Not exactly a romantic song but it was a fun one! She could dance around while she sang and that would surely leave an impact on her date.

Iris was a competent singer. Not as good as her mom but definitely able to hold a note. When she finished she bowed dramatically and waved to the patrons before rejoining her date. She grabbed her drink and downed about half of it before putting it back on the table and smiling at Tokyo. “So, what did you think? I make too big of an ass of myself or am I still cute to you?”

#iris henderson ; interactions #goxinsane #{iris & tokyo} #THIS IS THE ONLY TIME I WILL USE THIS COP OUT FOR A STARTER OKAY #THE ONE TIME AND ONLY CUZZ IT ACTUALLY FITS HER CHARACTER OKAY #OKAY GOOD

[26yuritachi]

Lily #15 - Call Me

bom, essa aqui é exclusivamente mais uma do gênero “músicas que me faziam pensar em você antes de saber que você gostava de mim”. e eu acho que nós duas sabemos que eu não ia sair daqui sem pelo menos uma musiquinha do sixtones heh

Call me girl, call me girl, yeah (This one's all for you) I'll be waiting for you (Yeah, only you) I want your love, girl I want your love (Best believe it) Yeah (Verse one, yeah listen up) Ever since we met girl I've been thinking of you And I know it might sound crazy I fell, fell, fell so deep Even though I know There's someone on your mind If only you'd give me some time Is he true and honest to you？ Cause I see that you've had to cry There's lonеliness in your eyes I know that you lovе him And damn if he ain't lucky If he doesn't treat you the way that he better I'll be there for you Remember, remember You got my number Baby won't you call me, call me Anytime you need somebody to love Even if there ain't any room for me inside of your heart Baby won't you call me, call me I'll be there to wipe your tears Gimme, gimme, gimme a chance to love you Let me love you Girl I want your love, girl I want your love You and me could be a possibility You deserve so much more Girl I want your love, girl I want your love Gimme, gimme, gimme a chance to love you Let me love you Sometimes I don't know if I can listen Don't wanna know who you are kissing Sometimes I find myself wishing If only I, if only I, if only I could Hold you tight and just spend the night Watching silly movies, making sure you're feeling alright I could be the one to hold you close And you know I'd never let go Is he true and honest to you？ Girl I don't wanna see you cry Enough with his stupid lies I'll be waiting for you to make up your mind Swear that I'll never leave you behind Remember, remember You got my number Baby won't you call me, call me Anytime you need somebody to love Even if there ain't any room for me inside of your heart Baby won't you call me, call me I'll be there to wipe your tears Gimme, gimme, gimme a chance to love you Let me love you Girl I want your love, girl I want your love You and me could be a possibility You deserve so much more Girl I want your love, girl I want your love Gimme, gimme, gimme a chance to love you Let me love you (I don't know what I should do) You're all that I want (I'd do anything for you) You don't know how I'm feeling How do I get you to think of me？ Closer and closer your heart beats in front of me Oh, I could never give you up All my love (Believe me when I say) You're the only one I think about (I don't care what people say, I'mma take you on a date tonight) Oh, I promise I'll be good to you (All I want to do is see your pretty smile again girl) Baby won't you call me, call me Anytime you need somebody to love Even if there ain't any room for me inside of your heart Baby won't you call me, call me I'll be there to wipe your tears Gimme, gimme, gimme a chance to love you Let me love you Girl I want your love, girl I want your love You and me could be a possibility You deserve so much more Girl I want your love, girl I want your love Gimme, gimme, gimme a chance to love you Let me love you I will be there whenever you need Gimme, gimme, gimme a chance to love you Let me take you out and around I won't let you down So you gonna call？ Call me girl

[goldencherryhazz]

And the Grammy Goes to....

I AM SOO PROUD OF HIM, I HONESTLY HAVE NO WORDS 🥲🥲🥲

(not proofread, notes would be much appreciated,pls don’t copy my work, hope you enjoy!!! 🤍)

Grammy!Harry x famous!gf reader

Warnings: smut, fluff, swearing.

WC: 3k

You and Harry were currently backstage at the Grammys, one of the biggest nights in the music industry, you honestly couldn’t believe you were here alongside him, even though you had walked many red carpets before by yourself and with Harry, being a well know singer yourself, having written 2 successful albums, but being alongside your 3 time grammy nominated boyfriend felt surreal. And to top things off you were about to watch open the show.

‘You okay baby’ he asked through the slightly ajar bathroom door where he was currently getting changed into his second outfit of the night after walking the red carpet, he wanted to surprise you with this one. ‘Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that, you’re the one who’s performing, virtually, in front of thousands and thousands of people’ you said from your perch on the couch. You were wearing a very pretty and expensive dress which you planned on not getting dirty or creased.

‘A little I guess, but I think I’ll be fine once I get out there I think’ he replies a bit breathless shuffling around probably trying to get whatever he was wearing on.

‘I’m dressed now, need you to close your eyes love’

‘Okay, they’re closed’ you replied, thinking about how little time it took him to get changed, getting more excited every second, and she had every right to be. When he comes through and stands right in front of you and tells you to open your eyes you’re met with Harry clad in a black leather suit jacket which no shirt underneath, with matching trousers. His toned abs graced with his butterfly and chest on full display, a green boa wrapped loosely round his neck.

Her eyes were wide, her mouth hung open in complete admiration ‘how do I look baby?’ he asks twirling round for her, she stood up placing her hands on his bear chest once he was stationary, then quickly moving her hands to his jaw pulling him in for a teeth clashing kiss, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths, he pulls back surprised by her sudden actions ‘I’m guessing you like it then’

‘You look fucking amazing H’ you could feel your panties getting damp, ‘I think I like it a little to much’ your lips grazing his. He hummed sensing where this was going, but not stopping at all, quickly ooking at the clock on the wall behind him ‘well we’ve get 20 minutes until I’ve got to be on stage, gives us plenty of time’

‘Are you suggesting we fuck in this dressing room right now, what if we get caught?’ You said still starting to grind your hips against his hardening bulge anyway.

‘If I remember correctly, that’s why locks on doors were invented lovie’ he says taking a few small steps towards the door of the dressing room and flicking the lock shut, then coming back to you ‘so what do you say angel, gotta be quick though’ you didn’t say anything, practically pouncing on him, gripping the green boa gently unwrapping it from his neck, before throwing it, not caring where it landed, kissing him again hoping he got the message, which he did loud and clear ‘let’s get this dress off you first’ he says, you quickly agreed as he reached behind you to unzip it, the dress falling off your shoulders to reveal you breasts, having opted to not wear a bra tonight, you stepped out of the garment before draping it over the back of the couch.

Once you had done, Harry gripped your hips, bringing you closer to him, bringing his head down to your chest wrapping his lips around your gardening nipple, you moaned out at the feeling, he does the same to the other before kissing and sucking hickeys onto you collarbones and neck, which you knew you would have to cover up later.

‘Jump’ he said between breathless kisses, which you instantly complied, wrapping your legs around his waist, gripping onto his shoulders, his hands gripping your ass, he manoeuvred around the dressing room until he got to the counter where various products laid, he swiped them off not caring if they broke, already making a promise to himself to replace them if they did. He placed you down, your ass making contact with the cold surface. He shimmies your panties down your legs, the sight of your pussy making him impossibly harder, he pressed a quick kiss to you clit, before going to undo his trousers, and shimmying them down his legs, his cock springing free as he had decided on no boxers, that there was no time for foreplay you both silently agreed. He then start tugging at the lapels of the leather jacket before you objected ‘can you keep it on’

He smirks ‘you want me to fuck your in this leather jacket baby’

‘Yes, fuck yes’ your eyes oogling the sight of his cock against his belly beading pre-cum ‘well your wish is my command’ he knew he probably shouldn’t, not wanting to get it sweaty or anything, but by the look on your face and the sight of you pussy pulsating around nothing, he knew this wouldn’t take long.

He gives no warning when he slams into you, making you scream out in pleasure, before he quickly kissed you to muffle your moans, not wanting to get caught, he sets a quick and hard pace, practically fucking you into the counter, his hands gripping you hips so hard it would probably leave bruises, you dig your heels into his ass wanting him as close as possible, feeling the smooth leather against you skin sending shivers up your spine.

‘Fuck you feel so good’ he groans burying his face into your neck, your hands tangling into his curls, quickly grabbing the opportunity to suck a hickey onto his neck, which you knew he would be annoyed at because he was going to be out on stage in 15 minutes, but you loved marking him up so everyone could see.

‘H I’m not going to l-last much longer’ throwing your head back, your arms behind you going weak from holding yourself, your fingers trying to dig into the counter, his thrusts hitting your special spot every time.

‘Me neither baby’ he felt like he was in cloud 9, the only sound in the room was moans snd skin hitting skin, feeling himself on the brink already, as your cunt was clenched around his length. He brings his hand down to your clit, his ringed fingers slightly shaky as he starts to rub deep circles on your clit to get you there.

‘Holy shit, I’m gonna cum’ you moaned ‘yeah, cum with me angel, cum around my cock’

Both moaning in unison you release around each other, his hot cum painting your walls, mixing with your juices, you swear you stopped breathing, your eyes continuously rolling to the back of your head as you ride out your high. Harry’s eyes were wired shut, his grip on your hips not faltering, mouth hung open. As your arms were about to give way Harry places his hand on your back, almost knowing that was going to happen. You look at him, pushing back some of the hair that had fallen into his face. ‘that was so fucking good, legs are shaking’ he slurs out, almost as if he was drunk on his high. ‘Yeah, fuck don’t know if I’ll be able to walk’ he slowly pulls out, his cum flowing out of you, he ducks his head down to clean you up, you legs spasming from the sensitivity.

He leans up to kiss you, tasting yourself and his cum.

‘Did so good for me baby, I’m gonna see if I can take this home’ he says pointing at the jacket.

‘And why’s that H’ you asks

‘Just think it’s going to come in handy one day’ says making you smile because you already knew the answer.

You quickly look at the clock ‘C’mon we gotta get ready, your on in 8 minutes’ getting up from the counter on shaky legs and walking to put your pants and dress back on, he chuckles at his girl desperate to see him out on stage again.

He gets dressed grabbing his boa that was discarded on the floor, pulling his shoes on, walking through to you, seeing you struggle with the zip of your dress, he goes over sliding it up, pressing a kiss to your back ‘have I told you how pretty you look today’ he asks as you touch up your hair and makeup. ‘Only about 10 times’ he gasps in fake shock ‘only 10, I need to keep up don’t I baby’ this makes you laugh. ‘You look pretty today too bub’ you say, but soon enough you cute little moment is interrupted by three knocks on the door and Jeff saying ‘Harry your on in 3 minutes, get your ass out here’ this makes you laugh because Jeff or anyone for that matter are oblivious to what you’ve just been doing.

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Soon enough Harry is out on stage. Any nerves he had had dissipated. He was high in adrenaline from being buried in your cunt barely 10 minutes ago, shaking his ass and dancing around the stage, he gripped the boa throwing it to the floor, replicating you actions form the dressing room, you knew the world would be going crazy for him right now, singing the lyrics to watermelon sugar, you were in awe. To be honest you had gotten a little horny again from watching him but you knew that could be dealt with later. Most of all you were so proud, he was opening the Grammys for godsakes, how couldn’t you be, your pretty sure he would be able to see you smiling even through your mask.

He sings the last notes, thanking everyone before running off stage to you, ‘I’m so proud of you baby you say wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug. ‘thankyou angel’ he says, over the past few days you had showered him in love and affection, and he had to admit that he was loving the attention. Harry quickly gets changed again into the outfit he was wearing on the red carpet, your stylist has asked if you wanted multiple outfits, but you said no because you wanted tonight to be completely focused on Harry and to be fair you loved the dress you were wearing it was so comfortable, so you didn’t really want to change out of it anyway.

After that Harry joined you again in the side of the stage again, where you watched various people perform, most being really good friends, like Billie, Taylor, Dua, Maren Morris, Dababy and so many more. Soon enough you were sat round a table with Harry and Jeff, one of his categories getting closer and closer to being announced, it was weird you had to say, doing the Grammys during a pandemic, without a whole audience bringing a whole lot of energy to the entire thing. You guess you just couldn’t wait for everything to be safe and get back to normal, you wanted to go on tour and sing your heart out.

You could tell Harry was getting a little nervous he had a hand on your thigh and he squeezed it every so often, almost using it as a stress toy. ‘Don’t worry, everything’s going to be fine bub’ you whispered in his ear, he smiled at you comforting words, his head now resting on you shoulder and he held you hand under the table, as you both watched the show and clapped and congratulated people on their wins.

Soon enough the nominees for the category ‘best pop solo performance’ were being announced, Harry head instantly snapped up from your shoulder, Jeff grabbing hold of his shoulder, you let out a little squeal when his name popped up in the screen. Getting more and more excited.

The presenter starts to open the envelope, you were literally on the edge of your seat, Harry’s leg bouncing up and down.

‘And the Grammy goes to...Harry Styles’

You slapped your hand over you mouth, ‘you did it baby’ you practically screamed. He was pulled in for a hug by Jeff, taking off his mask in the process. The look on his face held shock and greatfulness. He pulls away from Jeff, pulling you straight into his arms, you swear you’ve never squeezed him tighter ‘I’m so fucking proud of you baby’ you say, tears in your eyes. He didn’t respond he was lost for words, which you understood, he pulled your mask down so he could catch you lips in a quick kiss, before pulling it back over your nose again. ‘Go on, get up there, go get your Grammy’ which he does.

He walks up to the stage, and you don’t know why but you stand up, your hands are over your chest as he thanks Jeff, Mitch and everyone who he made watermelon sugar with. You see him rubbing his eyes trying not to get emotional. He thanked his label and his fans especially, by now your tears are falling down your face you just had so much love for this man, you were over the moon for him.

‘And finally I would like to thank my wonderful girlfriend y/n who you all know very well. You have been there for me through everything, you have been my support, my muse, you’ve believed in me when I didn’t believe in myself. I honestly would be the person I am today without you, i love you baby’

You knew everyone was staring at you, but you didn’t care at this moment in time, it felt like it was only you and Harry in the room.

He finally finishes his speech, grabbing his well deserved award, coming off the stage where he was bombarded with congratulations and praise from people left right and centre. He was whisked away to do interviews and conferences with you alongside him, you just looked at him awestruck when he was answering various questions, you being asked some yourself.

He had become very clingy after his win not wanting you out of his sight, touching you in anyway possible, holding your hand, having his arm wrapped round you, he even at one point wrapped his boa around your neck, with it being long enough for the two of you to wear, but didn’t end well for obvious reasons, but it did nearly have you on the floor laughing.

‘I’m so proud of you H’ you said for about the billionth time in the past half hour. ‘Thankyou angel, and I really do mean that when I say it’

‘I know you do H’ you say sweetly

‘And I mean it when I say I wouldn’t be the person I am today without you’

You could cry at that, but instead you wrap him in another tight hug, burying your head into the crook of his neck leaving a kiss there.

///

A little while later it was the afterparty, a very small one fire to the pandemic, but still and afterparty. Harry’s other category that he’d been nominated for had been announced, but he didn’t win, the Grammy going to Dua, which you were very happy about. At this point in time you didn’t care how many Grammys or awards he won, and Harry didn’t either the biggest award for him was having such supportive fans, he felt incredibly lucky to have the job he had and the people he had around him, being able to create music and tour the world. He also felt very lucky to have you by his side, he knows it’s cheesy but it was true.

So there you were catching up with old friends congratulating people on their wins, having a few drinks, you had the best time, you swear the smile never left Harrys lips, it was honestly the best being able to have normal conversations and just have lots of fun with some of your friends and some of your idols.

Soon enough it was home time, which was also very unusual because if there wasn’t a pandemic right now, there was no such thing as an allocated home time after the Grammys. You and Harry bid your goodbyes to Jeff who was going in a different car to go home. You and Harry piled into the backseat of your designated car, Harry telling the driver the address to you two’s house, he was kind of exhausted but felt like he was on top of Mount Everest, he was just so unbelievably happy, he pulled out his phone seeing messages from all kinds of people congratulating him, deciding he’ll respond to them later.

He once again pulls you into him, resting his head on your chest, your fingers card through his hair, before landing on his cheek rubbing up and down it.

‘Hey baby you won a Grammy’ you whisper to him, he looks up at you, your eyes getting lost in his.

‘I know, still doesn’t feel real, he pouts his lips silently asking for a kiss, in which you happily give him, pressing your lips to his before attacking his face, pressing tiny kissing all over it, making him laugh, which then made you laugh.

Ya know, I don’t know what I like hearing more, you moaning ‘I’m gonna cum’ or ‘and the Grammy goes to Harry styles’ he teases

‘Heyyyy’ she said in fake offence

‘I’m only joking’ he snickers ‘it will always be you baby’

‘I love you bub’ you hummed happily

‘I love you too angel’

#and the Grammy goes too... #harry styles #proud of harry #harry styles fluff #harry styles fluff imagine #harry styles imagine #harrystylesisgolden #love harrystyles #harry styles x reader #harry styles one shot #harry styles smut #fine line #watermelon sugar #hs fic #hs imagine #harry styles is an angel #harry styles dirty one shot #harrystylesfluffy #harry styles clothes #harry smut #harry fluff #harry pics #harry imagine #im so fucking proud #hes so fucking hot #he’s literally so beautiful #i love you harry

[cuethetommo]

LOUIS VEEPS SHOW TICKETS

CURRENT NUMBERS:

11 Dec 2020 6:02pm PST: 478 on list, up to 249 have tickets (242 bought by 120 people)

UPDATE: I will be coordinating until 7:30 am PST. If you want to support a ticket, do it before then. The list will close then. I am going to bed tonight (I will be up early in the morning), do not worry that you don’t have a response from me. I will be emailing folks who don’t get tickets just after 8:00 am PST, so watch for that email.

Ok friends, I’m going to put all of this in one post for the moment.

I am doing two things:

Creating a list of folks who want a ticket to Louis’ show, but cannot afford it.

Collecting & Distributing $$ from folks for tickets (or matchmaking for folks who won’t want to transfer $$).

IF YOU NEED A TICKET:

You do not need to prove your worth or hardship. I’m assuming if you’re coming to me that there is a need. You do not need to prove anything to me. Nor do I think anything other than we live in a shit world ruled by capitalism and that’s why you can’t afford a ticket.

Send me a MESSAGE. Either via my ask box or chat. DO NOT POST A REPLY TO THIS POST.

Send your VEEPS EMAIL and Password.

I will add you to my list and send you a message that says I did.

Once someone buys your ticket, I’ll let you know.

I make NO PROMISES. I cannot control if folks donate. And it is first come first served.

SEE ALSO: this post about being safe on the internet.

Folks do not need to be following me to be added but I will not accept anonymous submissions. Also, I will no longer coordinate tickets for folks who have me blocked (there are a couple who messaged then blocked me and that just feels shitty).

IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO FUND A TICKET:

Message me and I’ll give you a set of credentials. You login to VEEPS, pay for a ticket, remove your credit card, and sign out. You can message the person you supported, or I’ll just tell them they were anonymously gifted a ticket. <- this way does not require that you be in the US or give a stranger $$.

Venmo me at CueTheTommo. Tickets are $20.70 each. If you include your URL, I’ll tell the person who supported them. If you don’t, I’ll assume you want to remain anonymous. I’ll tell you (on Venmo) who you supported and otherwise forget your name.

Most folks support one ticket for someone else and that may be the most beautiful thing of all.

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I asked some friends to translate for me. THANK YOU FOR YOUR HELP! All of you who speak more than one language are the real legends. (These are the most common ones I’ve seen, but I am open to others.)

Translated by @believeinlarrysupremacy​

Certo, gente. Eu vou pôr tudo isso em uma só postagem por enquanto. Estou fazendo duas coisas: 

 Criando uma lista de pessoas que querem um ingresso para o show do Louis, mas não podem pagar. 

Coletando e utilizando o dinheiro de outras pessoas para os ingressos do show (ou combinando entre duas pessoas para aqueles que não se sentem confortáveis transferindo o dinheiro diretamente). 

SE VOCÊ PRECISA DE UM INGRESSO: 

Você não precisa provar que não tem dinheiro ou que está passando por uma situação financeira complicada. Eu suponho que, se você veio até mim, é porque foi realmente necessário. Você não precisa me provar nada. Só penso que vivemos em um mundo difícil governado pelo capitalismo e é por isso que muitos não podem pagar por um ingresso. 

Me envie uma MENSAGEM. Pode ser pelo ask box ou pelo chat. NÃO FAÇA ISSO RESPONDENDO A ESSA POSTAGEM.  

Me envie seu E-MAIL e sua senha do VEEPS. 

Eu irei te colocar na minha lista (de pessoas que precisam de ingresso) e te mandar uma mensagem confirmando isso. 

Assim que alguém comprar seu ingresso, vou te avisar. 

NÃO ESTOU PROMETENDO NADA. Não posso controlar se as pessoas doam ou não. Será por ordem de chegada, ou seja, quem falou comigo primeiro, receberá o ingresso primeiro. 

Por favor, se informe sobre como se manter seguro na internet. 

Não precisa estar me seguindo para ser adicionado na lista, porém não vou aceitar pedidos anônimos. Também não irei mais disponibilizar ingressos para aqueles que tenham me bloqueado (algumas pessoas me mandaram mensagem e, em seguida, me bloquearam e isso foi péssimo). 

SE VOCÊ GOSTARIA DE FINACIAR UM INGRESSO: 

Me mande uma mensagem e eu te enviarei os dados de uma conta. Você faz o login no VEEPS (com esses dados), paga pelo ingresso, remove os dados do seu cartão de crédito quando finalizar a compra e sai da conta (sign out). Você pode mandar uma mensagem para a pessoa que você ajudou ou eu digo que alguém a presenteou anonimamente. Dessa forma, não é necessário estar/morar nos Estados Unidos ou dar dinheiro a alguém que não conheça.

Translated by @solouncolorynotusojos​ 

Bueno gente, pondré esta información en un solo post por el momento. Estoy hacienda dos cosas: 

Creando una lista de gente que quiere un ticket para el concierto de Louis pero no puede pagarlo.

Juntando y Distribuyendo dinero de otra gente para comprar tickets para quien todavía no tiene (o encontrándole un match a la gente que no se siente cómoda transfiriendo dinero $$) 

SI NECESITAS UN TICKET:

No necesitas probar que no tienes dinero o que estas pasando una situación difícil. Estoy asumiendo que si estas recurriendo a esto, es porque de verdad lo necesitas. No necesitas probarme nada a mí. Solo pienso que vivimos en un mundo de porquería gobernado por el capitalismo y esto es lo que hace que no puedas comprar un ticket. 

Envíame un MENSAJE. Por medio de mi ask box o por chat. NO LO HAGAS RESPONDIENDO A ESTE POST. 

Envíame tu VEEPS EMAIL y contraseña. 

Te voy a agregar a mi lista (de gente que necesita tickets) y enviarte un mensaje con una confirmación de que te he agregado. 

Te voy a avisar una vez que alguien compre tu ticket. 

NO HAGO PROMESAS. Yo no controlo si la gente dona o no. Y la lista funciona para que quienes me pidieron un ticket primero, sean los primeros a los que se les done un ticket. 

Por favor infórmate acerca de cómo mantenerte segurx usando Internet 

No necesitas estar siguiéndome para ser añadidx a la lista, pero no voy a aceptar pedidos anónimos. Tampoco voy a coordinar tickets para gente que me tiene bloqueada (Ya que hay gente que me ha mandado mensajes y luego me bloqueo, y eso no está bueno) 

SI TE GUSTARIA REGALAR/PAGAR POR UN TICKET: 

Mándame un mensaje y te voy a pasar los datos de una cuenta. Vos tenes que ingresar a VEEPS (con esos datos), pagar por un ticket, remover tu tarjeta de la cuenta una vez finalizada la transacción y luego salir (sign out) de la cuenta. Puedes enviarle un mensaje a la persona a la que ayudaste, o yo les puedo decir que alguien hizo una donación anónima. (De esta manera no es necesario que estés en Estados Unidos ni que le des dinero a unx extranx.) 

Puedes enviarme (VENMO) el dinero a CueTheTommo. Los tickets cuestan $$20.70 (USD) cada uno. Si incluis tu URL le voy a decir a quien se beneficie con tu ticket, quien se lo está dando. Si no me pasas tu URL, voy a asumir que quieres permanecer anonimx. Te voy a decir (en VENMO) a quien has ayudado y luego olvidarme del asunto.

Translated by @cathuniverse​

Ok, Je vais mettre le tout dans un post pour le moment.

J’ai fait deux choses:

Une liste de gens qui veulent un ticket mais qui ne peuvent pas se le payer.

Reçoit et redistribue de l’argent de gens qui on donner pour aider à acheter des tickets. ( ou mettre en contact deux personne pour les gens qui ne veulent pas envoyer directement de l’argent). 

Si vous avez besoin d’un ticket:

Vous n’avez pas besoin de prouver votre situation financière. J’assume que si vous me contactez c’est qu’il y a un besoin. Vous n’avez rien à démontrer ni est-ce-que je pense autre chose que l’on vit dans un monde difficile en ce moment qui est gouverné par le capitalisme et c’est pour ca que vous ne pouvez payer votre ticket. 

Envoyez moi un MESSAGE. Par ma Ask Box ou le chat. Ne postez pas une reply a ce post. 

Envoyez moi votre VEEPS email et votre mot de passe

Je vais vous ajouter à ma liste et vous envoyez un message vous confirmant que c’est fait

Quand quelqu’un achète votre billet, je vais vous avertir..

Je ne fait AUCUNE PROMESSE. Je ne peux pas contrôler si les gens font des dons. C'est le premier arrivé premier servi. 

VOIR AUSSI: ce post a propos d'être sécuritaire sur internet.

SI VOUS VOULEZ CONTRIBUER FINANCIÈREMENT: 

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La plupart des gens font le don d' un seul billet pour quelqu’un d’autre et c’est possiblement la plus belle chose a voir.

Translated by @they-feel-the-same​

Ok, Freunde, für den Moment fasse ich alles in einem Post zusammen. 

Ich werde zwei Dinge tun:

Eine Liste von Leuten erstellen, die ein Ticket für Louis‘ Show möchten, es sich aber nicht leisten können.

Geld für Tickets sammeln und verteilen (oder matchmaking für Leute, die kein Geld überweisen wollen. 

Wenn du ein Ticket brauchst: 

Du musst mir nicht beweisen, dass du es dir finanziell nicht leisten kannst ein Ticket zu kaufen. Wenn du dich bei mir meldest, gehe ich davon aus, dass ein Bedarf besteht. Du musst mir absolut nichts beweisen. Ich werde auch nichts anderes denken, als dass wir in einer beschissenen Welt leben, die von Kapitalismus regiert wird, und das der Grund ist, wieso du dir kein Ticket leisten kannst. 

Schicke mir eine Nachricht. Entweder über die Ask Box oder im Chat. ANTWORTE NICHT AUF DIESEN POST! 

Schicke mir deine VEEPS Daten. Email und Passwort. 

Ich werde dich zu meiner Liste hinzufügen und dir per Nachträglich Bescheid geben, dass du draufstehst. 

Sobald jemand ein Ticket für dich kauft lasse ich es dich wissen.

Ich mache KEINE VERSPRECHUNGEN. Ich habe keine Kontrolle darüber ob die Leute spenden. Wer zuerst kommt, mahlt zuerst.

Beachte bitte zu deiner eigenen Sicherheit folgende Punkte: benutze eine Fandom Email-Adresse, nicht deine private. Entferne persönliche Details aus deinem VEEPS Profil. Ändere dein Passwort sobald du dein Ticket erhalten hast. 

Ihr müsst mir nicht folgen, um zu der Liste hinzugefügt zu werden, aber ich werde keine anonymen Anfragen annehmen. Ausserdem koordiniere ich keine Tickets mehr für diejenigen, die mich blockiert haben (es gibt ein paar Leute, die mir geschrieben und mich dann blockiert haben und das fühlt sich einfach scheisse an). 

Wenn du ein Ticket sponsern möchtest:

Schreib mir eine Nachricht und ich leite dir die Daten einer Person auf der Liste weiter. Du loggst dich bei VEEPS ein, bezahlst das Ticket, entfernst deine Kreditkarte und loggst dich wieder aus. Du kannst dann entweder der gesponserten Person direkt eine Nachricht schreiben und ihr mitteilen, dass du ihr Ticket gekauft hast, oder ich melde mich bei der betreffenden Person und lasse sie wissen, dass jemand anonym ein Ticket gespendet hat. <– auf diese Weise ist ein Wohnsitz in den USA nicht notwendig und du brauchst niemandem Geld zu überweisen. 

So viele Leute sponsern ein Ticket für jemanden, was einfach wundervoll ist.

#louis 2020 gig #details #mine #if you can signal boost #that would be great

[watchmegetobsessed]

Our song - Harry Styles

this one was inspired by the jingleball performance bc it was pure perfection and UGHH im obsessed.

dedicated to my dear friend @dontworrysunflower

disclaimer: the song Homesick by Dua Lipa is featured in this fic as an original work of Harry and the reader, but it’s obviously an existing song, I just thought that it would be the song they write

pairing: Harry x vocalist!reader

word count: 5.3k

masterlist

You’ve felt the adrenaline rush take over your body many times in your life and they were all different in some kind of way. The one you felt when you were about to write an important test in school, the one that bubbled through your veins when you got your first kiss. The one that rolled through your limbs and chest when you first performed in front of people that weren’t your parents and the one you felt when you got the news that you were chosen to tour with none other than Harry Styles as his vocalist, singing on his stage every other night in a different city and different country.

But none of those were anything like the feeling that takes over every time you stand on that stage, your microphone that’s labelled with your name right in front of you as thousands of people are screaming in the jam-packed arena. Though it’s not you they come to see and listen to, but you are part of the magic and it’s quite enough for you.

You could never be the one standing at the front with all the lights shining down on your frame, having every gaze in the place glued to you, listening to your voice. That brings the kind of anxiety you’re quite sure you wouldn’t be able to handle. You are perfectly fine standing in the back, being the support system while staying on the down-low as someone else shines at the front, in your case, it’s Harry.

You applied for the job with a reason, already having a huge appreciation for him as an artist, adoring his work so far, especially Fine Line. Upon hearing about the opportunity to be part of his tour, you didn’t hesitate to send your application in and following three auditions, you got the phone call that they wanted you on board.

He swept you right off your feet the first time you met him, but you didn’t expect less from him. Everything you heard about him being the most wonderful person to every walk the planet were proven to be nothing but the truth. You hit it off so easily and become close through the process of rehearsals. His odd little jokes, that funny laugh of his and the way he always peeks over his shoulder to meet his eyes with yours made you fall for him faster than you’d have ever thought you could.

Just as fast as your feeling for Harry developed, tour caught up on you and before you could blink twice, you were living on the road, always dressing from your suitcase, waking up in a different city every other morning.

The foreign studio feels a little odd, but still somehow familiar as you walk in with your water and notebook under your arm. Random studio sessions with Harry became a regular not long after tour kicked off. Harry’s creative juices were overflowing and he was aching to record his creations, constantly renting random studios near the hotel you lot were staying currently and one night, when some of you all were hanging out in his suit, he asked if you’d be down helping him record vocals for a song he’s been working on.

“I want to hear it with your voice instead of mine,” he told you leaning against the wall, a glass of whatever Mitch mixed him in his hands.

“Getting bored of your own voice?” you teased him, bringing his dimples out with the smile that plastered across his lips.

“Could say that. Are you up for it?”

There was no way you would have said no. So the next morning you found yourself in a studio somewhere in Sacramento, singing the vocals to a song no one else has heard other than you and Harry.

The tour has now reached Denver, you can’t wait to be on the stage tonight, but before that, you are having another quick session with Harry in the studio.

When you walk in, his head perks up from his leather notebook he always keeps on himself, filled with his scribbled lyrics. A smile stretches across his lips when his green eyes fall on your frame.

“Hey! Hope it’s not too early for you,” he softly says standing up from the chair as you put your stuff down to the small table in the corner.

“No, managed to get a good night sleep still,” you smile at him, taking a quick look around, though this recording room is just like the others you’ve been in.

“I think I figured out that part we struggled with last time. Changed up the ending a bit, would you mind giving it another go?”

You nod looking down at his notes, seeing the changes he has made in the vocals.

“Changed anything else?” you ask as you watch him get ready for the recording.

“Yeah, rewrote a few lines, think they are fitting better now.”

“Have you recorded them yet?”

“Will do now,” he tells you shaking his head.

Soon enough you find yourself standing behind the mic, headset covering your ears as you are waiting for Harry to start recording and the music to play in your ears. Once he shows up his thumb you do the same and a moment later the song you’ve heard last time you two were working starts flowing from the headset and you stare down at the notes in front of you, waiting for the moment when you have to start singing.

It takes you a few runs to nail it down, but when you finally do, you can see the satisfied grin on Harry’s face and you think to yourself that there’s nothing you wouldn’t do to make him like this anytime.

“That was fantastic,” he beams once you join him at the screens where you see your voice appear as a pattern over a straight line. Harry does his usual magic before leaving it be. “Mind assisting recording my part?” he asks turning to you with an excited smile.

Nodding you let him tell you what to do and once he is all set behind the mic, you start the recording and the song. You listen to him in awe. There hasn’t been a moment when you didn’t feel the shiver running down your spine when he started singing. You are convinced a choir of angels is hidden in his throat, because it’s hard to believe he is just as human as everyone else.

He sings the whole song three times before he joins you again, listening back to what you have so far. The song is coming along pretty well and you can tell by the time he finishes it, it’s gonna be perfect. Everything he does is just pure perfection, whether he likes to admit it or not.

“You know how it would be absolutely perfect?” he asks you on your way back to the hotel. The two of you grabbed a coffee as well, so now you’re sipping on the hot drink, enjoying the somewhat sunny weather.

“Hm?”

“I think it would be best if a female voice sang the whole thing and the male was just the vocal.”

“Who do you think would fit best for it then?” you ask, immediately thinking of singers that could be perfect for the song. It wouldn’t be the first time Harry would sell a song to someone else, so you’re not surprised he is thinking about this kind of change.

“Y/N, I found the voice already,” he chuckles and you give him a puzzled look. “You. You are singing the song, I don’t need anyone else.”

“I’m not a solo singer,” you protest.

“There’s no such thing as solo or not solo. You’re a singer and a bloody good one. I want you to sing it.”

“But it would go to waste, because I would never actually perform it.”

“How are you so sure about that?” he smirks slyly at you, immediately making you nervous.

“Harry, I don’t sing solo,” you shake your head stubbornly, but he rolls his eyes at you.

“You could just try it. Let’s just record the song next time with you in the lead and then we can talk about the rest.”

“I’m fine recording, but I will never perform it,” you tell him, but his look makes you think he has other plans.

When tour reaches Dallas, the song gets a version with you singing solo and Harry doing the vocals in it. And though you had doubts about the switch, listening back to it you can tell how much it helped. It really is better with a female voice, though you are still convinced it shouldn’t be you.

“Are you sure you don’t want to sell it to someone? I’m fine with that,” you ask him before the show in Dallas. You’re sitting on the table in his dressing room while he is painting his nails, his tongue poking out in concentration.

“I told you, I like it with your voice. Why is that so hard to believe?”

“Because I’m not a—“

“Fuck’s sake if you dare to tell me one more time that you’re not a solo singer, I’m firing you, Y/N!” he snaps, giving you a hard look, but you just laugh at his temper.

“It’s the truth.”

“Have you ever tried to go solo?”

“Not for years,” you admit and watch him screw the nail polish closed, pushing it aside, his hands lying flat on the table as he is carefully waiting for them to dry.

“So then how do you know you are no good at it?”

“Because I hated it back then, so I most likely would hate it now as well,” you state matter-of-factly, but Harry doesn’t seem amused by your answer.

“So you think you haven’t changed a bit in years? I hope you know that’s absolute bollocks.”

“Why are you so keen on making me sing solo?” you sigh, giving him a tired look. It feels like the two of you have been running the same circles since forever. It’s not his first attempt to get you sing more than just the vocals, he once wanted to do a cover and needed a partner because it was a duet and begged you for weeks to sing with him, but you didn’t give in. You just couldn’t.

“Because I think that you are a talented singer and I want you to feel the adrenaline rush performing gives you.”

“I do get that rush every time I sing behind you. That’s enough for me.”

Harry shakes his head pressing his lips tight together.

“That’s not the same as being in the lead. It’s a whole different world.”

“Yeah, one that makes me shit my pants,” you chuckle and he can’t push a smile back.

“Maybe we should just work on it. Your anxiety. I think we could actually make you feel better if we tried.”

“I still don’t know where this obsession with me being solo comes for you.”

Harry stands up, takes one last look at his nails before he steps closer smiling down at you softly and you bite into your bottom lip, realizing how close he is standing to you. His fingers tap in your cheek gently, running them down to your chin as he tilts your head up a bit.

“Just accept it, Love,” he smiles softly before stepping away and carrying on with his routine.

That evening, you stand at the back with the other two vocalists, eyes glued to Harry’s figure at the front of the stage, you watch him pour his soul out to the audience, interact with them and reach that state of mind you have never been able to get into. You know what he told you about performing is true, yet you are still terrified to do it yourself. It’s too nerve wrecking to have everyone look at and listen to you, so many chances to mess it up and make a fool out of yourself.

But when Harry’s eyes meet yours and he shoots you a warm smile, something shifts in you. The urge to have this connection with not just the audience and the song, but with him takes over your whole body and you make up your mind to at least give it a try.

Harry is ecstatic when you tell him later that night that you changed your mind. You see that sparkle in his eyes and it was already worth for you, just seeing him react like that.

“Though I have a few suggestions to change the lyrics.”

“You do?” he asks, seemingly surprised, but mostly amused that you had the balls to come out with it.

“Yeah. Just some tiny details.”

“Why haven’t you told me about these before?”

“Because it was your song. But if you want me to sing it, it has to be mine as well.” Harry stares back at you with a smile that’s filled with pride and joy, making your heart flutter in your aching chest as you think about performing solo.

“Our song,” he softly says nodding his head.

Arriving to Houston the two of you are quick to book a studio and work on the song. Harry lets you make any changes you desire on the lyrics, even says you did justice to it and that you should have spoken up earlier about your ideas. And then you record it.

It’s not that you have to sing the whole song and not just the vocals this time. You are completely fine with Harry hearing you sing, it’s the thought of performing it in front of anyone that’s not him, that’s what makes you turn into a wreck.

You record Harry’s vocals and once it’s all put together, you are blown by the outcome. You wouldn’t have thought Harry’s voice as the vocal would compliment you in the lead, but it’s just absolutely perfect and even you can’t find anything wrong with it.

“Love, this is what Heaven sounds like, I’m telling you,” he smirks at you from the chair beside you, playing the song for the tenth time, not able to get enough of the final product.

“You are so cheesy,” you shake your head, but feel the blush heating up your cheeks. His eyes linger on you a little longer before he turns back to the screen.

When the song is over he finally stops is so silence comes over the studio. Harry turns back to face you, his green eyes basically burning a hole into your head.

“So, when are we going to perform it?”

“I really don’t think it’s a good idea,” you sigh looking down at your hands fumbling with your shirt.

“And I do think it is. So I’m not stopping until you at least try it.”

Harry Styles gets what he wants. Always. And this time, no matter how hard you try to resist him, you just can’t deny this from him. Though it takes him time to talk you up, in Washington he finally gets you to give it a try in an empty stadium.

Most of the crew is out, since the building has been finished about half an hour before, so everything is perfectly set for tonight’s show when you walk out to the stage, following Harry in his heels. He asked the piano to be brought to the front along with a mic on it and another one on a stand next to it. The two of you quietly put on your earpieces, doing everything as if it was a usual occasion before a concert, only that this time the roles will be entirely switched.

“It’s fine, alright? No one is around,” he tells you when he sees how nervous you are to sing the song for the first time outside a studio.

“There are some backstage,” you mumble under your breath, not expecting him to do anything about it.

But he does. You watch him walk backstage, completely dumbfounded about what he is doing. He disappears from your sight and a few moments later you hear him shouting at the back.

“No one comes to the stage until I say so! Yea? Thanks!” he orders and then walks back as if he didn’t just boss around the whole crew.

“They will think you’re some kind of crazy celebrity,” you chuckle when he returns, a small smirk playing on his pink lips.

“Don’t care, Darling. Now sing you heart out for me.”

Harry sits on the piano bench, his fingers getting settled on the keys before he looks up to meet your anxious eyes.

“It’s alright. Just you and me, yea?”

Nodding you gulp hard and jump a little when he starts playing the melody the two of you have been working on for so long. You hear all the notes and you know you have to start singing, but you miss the opening. Harry stops and looks at you, as you move your eyes down to the ground, ashamed you messed up immediately.

“S-Sorry, I just—“

“How can I help?” he asks right away, not even caring about the fact that you messed up, focused on figuring out a way that would help you.

“I don’t know. I really don’t,” you sigh, feeling your nerves getting worse with each passing moment.

“Come sit next to me,” he then tells you motioning for you to join him on the bench.

“What?”

“Take your mic and sit next to me,” he repeats, scooting over to make you space. Hesitantly, you pull the mic out of the stand and walking over you sit next to him. “Now you are not in the center. Just listen to the music, watch my hands on the keys, okay?”

You nod, running your tongue over your dry lips as you hold the mic to your mouth before Harry starts playing again.

After the first few notes you close your eyes and when it’s time for you to start singing, Harry leans a little against you, giving you a kind of push to just do it. And it works.

It feels a little as if it’s not even you who starts singing, but it is. Your voice fills the empty arena along with the piano’s melody and keeping your eyes closed a little longer you let your mind settle. When the first verse ends you open them and watch his hands work on the keys, right as he starts singing the vocals, leaning a little forward so his voice reaches his mic.

It’s different. It’s electric and freeing, hear your voice through the massive speakers, to be in the lead and have Harry be just the support in the song. But it feels so right, better than anything you’ve ever felt.

Line after line, you hit all the notes and by the end of the song you are able to strip all your fears down and give yourself over to the music completely. As you sing the last few notes you feel Harry’s eyes on you and turning to face him, you are met with his warm, pride-filled smile and bright eyes, glued to you while his fingers press down the last notes.

The music dies down, the voice of the piano vibrates in the air a little longer until it completely disappears and the silence returns into the stadium.

“Love,” Harry quietly calls out for you and you turn completely towards him. “That was absolutely perfect.”

“You think so?” you ask, voice barely more than just a whisper, your eyes never leaving his gaze.

“I know so,” he huffs, smile widening. He brings an arm around your shoulders and pulls you into a hug, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead as you let out a breath you’ve been holding in for way too long.

He doesn’t try to make you perform that evening, knowing well it was enough for one day, but he does make you sing it with him in each city in the upcoming weeks. Before every concert, he empties out the area around the stage and the two of you sit down at the piano, singing your song until you feel comfortable enough to stand next to the instrument instead of sitting next to him.

The tour reaches New York and Madison Square Garden is getting ready to host Harry Styles for two evenings. The place is massive and you find yourself sitting at the edge of the stage when Harry emerges from backstage.

“Looks wild, right?” he asks sitting next to you, his thigh brushing against yours as he gets seated.

“Yeah. Pretty amazing.”

“This place has the most magical vibe.” “Yeah?” Turning to him you watch him take the arena in, his eyes glistening at the sight in front of him. You know it’s not his first time performing here, but it’s nice to see the excitement in his eyes regardless.

That feeling returns to your chest, the one you felt when Harry told you he wanted you to sing the song. The urge to be part of this amazing something that’s so much bigger than you.

“H?”

“Yea?” he turns to you smiling.

“Can I… Do you think we could sing our song tonight?”

You watch the pure surprise and excitement wash over his face, his smile stretching across his face as he stares back at you in awe.

“You want to sing it?”

Shyly, you nod your head and in a heartbeat his arms lock around you, pulling you into the tightest hug. The two of you almost fall off the stage, laughing together at his dramatic reaction.

“Of course we can sing it, Love. Would be an honor!”

Harry is quick to let the band know about the addition for tonight’s set and though everyone seems surprised, they are all supportive about your solo. As the time goes and the concert gets closer, you can feel the nerves building up and soon enough, you start to doubt your choice to sing the song tonight.

Right before it’s time to go on stage Harry takes your hand and pulls you aside, taking your face in his hands gently, making you look into his eyes.

“I know you are doubting yourself, but just know that I’m very proud of you, even if you decide to not sing the last minute.”

“I could do that?” you whisper, your hands finding his sides and you let them rest on him, a way to ground yourself in the windwhirl of your thoughts.

“Of course. I wouldn’t want to make you do something you don’t really want. Though I know you will be amazing if you choose to sing.”

Nodding you let a weak smile appear on your lips and you notice as his eyes flicker down to them before he moves his gaze up to your eyes. He then pulls you into a proper hug before walking back to the rest of the band and vocalists.

Everything goes as usual and once again, you can’t take your eyes off Harry on the stage. Just watching him perform fills you up with life, enough to keep you from running away. About halfway into the set, as the crowd is still cheering after the previous song, Harry jogs over to you.

“You ready?” he asks over the noise and before you could think about it, you nod your head.

Two guys from the crew pushes the piano further to the front and they help to set everything up as you awkwardly stand at the side. Once your mic is in the stand you walk over there, heart hammering in your chest, hands shaking like crazy.

“I have a special song for you tonight,” Harry announces into the microphone as he makes his way over to the piano. “Please welcome the lovely Y/N here, who is gonna enchant you with a song we’ve been working on lately.”

The crowd screams and you allow yourself to look around with a weak smile. So many people, you think to yourself, everyone watching you.

“It’s called Homesick, and it means so much to us, so we hope you’ll like it Justas much as we do,” Harry adds before settling on the bench and his eyes find yours. “I’m proud of you,” you see him say, only able to read his lips since the crowd is screaming so loud. “Ready?” he asks and you nod, taking a shaky breath.

He sends you a warm comforting smile before glancing down at the keys and then he starts playing. 

Just like the first time, you close your eyes, forcing yourself to focus on the melody and nothing else. The lump in your throat is quite uncomfortable, but you open your eyes and see that Harry is looking straight at you, nodding in encouragement, as his fingers push down the keys to the notes right before you have to start.

“Here, where the sky’s falling, I’m covered in blue, I’m running and I’m crawling, fighting for you…”

Harry smiles wide when your voice flows through the speakers, filling the whole place, making everyone go quiet in a heartbeat as the song carries on. You feel your chest slowly deflating, the nerves cooling down with each sung note.

“You give me a reason, something to believe in, I know, I know, I know. You give me a meaning, something I can breathe in, I know, I know, I know…”

The chorus comes out perfect, your voice melting together with the piano and you finally feel your muscles relax as you slowly let go of every toxic thought that’s been tainting your mind. Harry leans closer to his microphone and his voice gently joins yours in the next verse.

“There’s a crack in my window, a bird in my room, angels all over that watch over you…”

Chills run down your spine hearing his voice, your eyes never leaving his gaze that’s fixated on your standing figure. You get lost in him and the song, something that came from the both of you, a piece of you and him. Standing there, singing this piece makes you feel closer to him than ever and you desperately want this feeling to last forever, hoping the song never ends though you know it’s gonna happen.

“When I’m walking on water all my dreams have come true. Still nothing means nothing without you…”

Homesick is exactly the feeling that bubbles inside you when you think of Harry. Because there’s this man you love so much, who is a home away from home to you, yet you still feel like you can’t be home entirely. Not in the way you’d want to. But standing on the stage in the spotlight, singing together with him as thousands of people are watching the two of you, yet you still manage to forget about them, for a moment, you feel like you finally arrived home. You are there, with him.

“Tell my heart to lie, but I know deep inside it’s true. That I wish I was there with you. That I wish I was there with you, oh I wish I was there with you.”

He plays the end of the song without tearing his eyes away from you, and there’s just a heartbeat of silence before the crowd starts screaming deafeningly, but that short moment… is yours and his.

Tugging your hair behind your ears with your shaky hands, your eardrums on the verge of breaking as you let out a laugh that was kind of a sob as well, relief washing over your body. Harry is quick to jump to his feet and rushing over he envelopes you in a tight hug.

“I’m so so so proud of you, Love. You were everything!” he mumbles, arms holding you so tight you almost lose your breath, but you want him this close, or even closer. You need to feel him, because it doesn’t feel real. His hold brings you a sense of existence only he can give you.

“Thank you, Harry,” you breathe out when he pulls back to look into your eyes, the screaming hasn’t died down even a tad little.

“No, thank you, Darling. You shined like the star that you are,” he grins, playing a sloppy kiss to your cheek before his arms fall off you.

You’d die to stay in this moment a little longer, but the show must go on. The crew pushes the piano back and soon enough, the next song starts. You stay in your spot for the rest, but you keep catching Harry smiling in your way, always making you blush.

The end of a concert is always a little hectic, everyone is all over the place. Still coming off the high you just experienced, you head to the dressing room you share with the other vocalists. They are going on and on about how amazing Homesick was, and you somehow still can’t believe tonight happened. Packing your stuff you barely notice that the door flies open, but you see Harry appear from the corner of your eye.

“Ladies, would you please give me a moment with Y/N?” he asks and the girls are quick to leave the two of you alone. You stand there, kind of dumbfounded, not sure why he is acting so dramatic. Once the door closes and it’s just you and him, he stares at you, chest heaving, his hair wet from his sweat, but he still looks breathtaking.

“Harry—“

“I’m gonna kiss you now,” he cuts you off, your breath gets caught in your throat as you stare back at him, completely frozen. Opposite to what he just said, he remains standing in the same spot and you’re not sure what’s happening. “Can I? Please say yes, I can’t hold myself back for any longer,” he then adds.

“Yes,” you breathe out without even thinking about it. In a heartbeat, Harry crosses the room, chest smashing against yours as he wraps his arms around you, lips crashing onto yours in a kiss that almost makes you moan into his mouth.

It’s all a hot mess, teeth clashing, hands all over each other before his palms run down to the back of your thighs, urging you to jump. When you do, you wrap your legs around his waist and let him walk over to the table nearby, so he can place you on top, standing between your thighs as he keeps kissing you hungrily, his tongue melting together with yours in this sweet chaos. It keeps going on and on, neither of you wanting to let go of the other, but you are eventually forced to stop, coming short of air. Panting wildly, lips swollen from his kisses, you look at him to meet his gaze.

“You have no idea how hard it was to stop myself from kissing you on stage.”

“What?” you breathe out.

“Y/N, I’m fucking crazy about you and seeing you come over your stage fright, sing that song… our song, fuck, that did some unbelievable things to me. Please tell me you felt the same thing!” He is begging, not just with his words, but with his eyes as well and it crushes your soul entirely.

“I did. Harry, I always do when I’m with you.”

“Fucking Hell,” he breathes out before kissing you again. “You are… everything, Love,” he mumbles against your lips and you can’t push down the smile stretching across your face, hearing him say the same words he said right after the song.

“You’ve told me that,” you tease him, his gaze meeting yours as he flashes you his famous half-smirk, heart fluttering at the sight of him.

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