#that carpet photo is my photo of the actual place I write about here

[hargrove-mayfields]

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Steve traveled a few hours for this.

Robin and Dustin came with him, taking turns driving since neither of them really liked to, but there wasn’t much choice. They would’ve brought the boys’ mom, but going a few states away isn’t something Claudia can do with her job if she still wants to retire in a month.

She’d entrusted Steve and Dustin with her car and settled for car-pooling with Joyce to work until the boys and Robin got back.

He really appreciated that. This trip is a very big deal to him; a visit to literally the only place left in the country he can visit his decades long hyperfixation. The Rock-Afire Explosion, in all its horribly tacky 1980s glory. Settled today at an independent arcade restaurant.

There’s one closer to home, but it isn’t the right group. Some corporate sellout place that uses digital screens and shit. Another is closed off to the public unless he was going to pay way too much money to see his favorite characters barely functioning. So to West by god Virginia it is.

They made it, and have spent probably two hours straight at this literal wonderland. Robin and Dustin are mostly hanging out in the arcade portion, dishing out little golden tokens into skee-ball games and spinning wheels for tickets. Actual print tickets. Just when he thought this place couldn’t get better.

Steve though, he’s mostly been parked in front of the stage the entire time. A basket of chicken tenders later, even though the place is known for pizza- which Steve in his post ileostomy world can’t eat- he’s still not going anywhere.

Each and every time the show selector board lights up again, he’s wheeling his way over and choosing one from the draw. So far, he’s seen probably half of the whole show tape, happy stimming his way through each song and skit that he’d wanted so desperately to see in person ever since the last Showbiz Pizza closed in Indiana during his early childhood.

This time, when it comes back on to signal the cooldown is over, he’s beat to the draw.

A small boy of about 10 or 11 years old comes darting past in little light up sneakers, on tip-toes to reach where the buttons are mounted up on the wall. He’s got a mop of blonde curly hair on his head, where it’s longer in the back pulled into a tiny ponytail, with the band of some strap-on glasses tucked underneath.

Steve looks over his shoulder to see where the little guy came from, and sees a man who looks almost identical. But not just any. The one approaching him is someone he used to know, an old crush that got away.

Billy Hargrove in the flesh.

It’s been over thirty years. These days, Billy is inked from shoulder to wrist, even more tattoos peeking out from just under the v-neck t-shirt he’s wearing. His hair has lightened, probably from the California sun that darkened his freckles and added more to any uncovered spot of skin. Those pale, almost peachy colored curls don’t do much to hide the dark graying streaks.

Steve is the same way, a whole patch of greyish-brown blooming at the front of his hair, and crows feet by his undercast eyes. Aging hasn’t done him particularly well, not the way it has Billy. That is what he thinks at least, still never quite breaking out of his self-critical shell. His mom says he’s still charming at least.

Being love-sick all these years hasn’t helped though. He wonders what Billy will think of him now.

Billy who, with an absolutely adorable laugh, calls after his boy, “Mackenzie! You gotta wait your turn little dude!”

Steve rushes to insist, “Oh, no, he’s alright!” After all, he’s the grown ass man getting his entertainment from a group of cutesy animal robots.

If that little boy in his cute sneakers wants to have fun too, he’s not gonna be some gatekeeping elitist about it. Not when he sees the wristband on his little wrist that proudly declares his extra 21st chromosome. He recognizes the rainbow infinity on the beaded bracelet beneath that one too.

Steve gets it. Hyperfixations and special interests are pretty huge for him too. Mackenzie being so excited about the band he’s loved for so long is not something Steve would ever dream of squashing out.

Not even when the young boy takes to climbing up the side of Steve’s wheelchair.

Billy intervenes and picks him up right away though, “Hey, hey. We don’t touch that, Kenz. That’s his legs.”

Mackenzie’s slanted eyes get big, his little head whipping towards Steve to apologize, “Sowwy!”

But the little guy was so genuine and curious, there’s no way Steve could be mad about that, “It’s alright! Here, do you wanna push a button?”

Billy looks relieved that Steve didn’t start freaking out on his kid, motioning with a little nod of his head that it’s okay for Steve to take Mackenzie’s little hand and guide it towards one of the buttons.

Together, they choose a blue one. Steve’s already watched this specific show, but it’s one of his favorites since it involves all eight characters. For some reason, he hopes the kiddo really likes it too.

Nothing happens at first- the animatronics have to get air pressure back in them before they can start -so Steve takes the few seconds of delay to roll back to his table. It doesn’t really surprise him when the two friends he’s made join him. Father and son in swivelly red chairs at the table Steve parked beside.

When the lights come up on stage, Steve finds he doesn’t want to look right at the show and stare the way he usually does. Instead, he watches the wonder in Mackenzie’s deep and emotional eyes.

Kids like him don’t do much to hide their emotions, which is honestly a huge inspiration to Steve, who grew up masking and hiding his disability. Pretending isn’t fun, and even though he just met this little dude, watching him just be himself makes Steve happy too.

They’re both letting their hands flutter about by the time the first set is finished, the hiss of air signaling the animatronics are done until the next time.

Mackenzie whips around in his seat and all but shouts at his dad, “Baba, t’ey sang to me!!”

“I heard, buddy! Wasn’t that cool?” Billy enthuses back.

Little Mackenzie nods his head over and over, giggles replacing his words.

Surprisingly, to Steve at least, he then looks to Steve for his opinion too. There is so much trust and adoration in that look. He hasn’t seen that since Dustin was a kid way back when Steve had first been adopted.

Steve gives a thumbs up for some reason, “Yeah, it was awesome!”

He reassures the little boy, but Billy is looking more skeptical. Not judgemental or anything, just aware of the surprised tone in Steve’s voice.

Non-confrontationally, he informs Steve, “Just a heads up.. I might’ve told Kenzie we were friends. I saw you and I panicked.”

Yep. That explains it. The sheepish looks from Billy combined with the excitement from his son.

Steve is actually really flattered that someone he used to think was so cool would want to be his friend.

“Highschool bullshit aside, I always kinda wondered what it would be like being close with the Billy Hargrove.”

“Well I still have the same taste in music.” Billy announces, after a moment to think on important fun facts about himself.

It makes Steve chuckle softly, “This tacky pop is probably painful for you then.”

Billy shrugs it off, “Hey, I heard some Springsteen in there. And the Beatles always get a pass. I can get by on this.”

Suddenly Mackenzie gets impatient with them having their own little conversation, and tries to get Steve’s attention. He taps him gently first, then starts waving and curling his hands into shapes.

Steve recognizes the gestures Mackenzie is making as sign language, but he doesn’t understand a word of it. It’s one of those things he always wanted to learn, and wished he knew, but never sat down and dedicated to. His communication board was way easier for non verbal days.

His confusion must be clear, because before he can even say anything, Billy starts acting as translator, “He wants to know your favorite member of the band.”

“Oh that’s easy! I love Beach Bear. His surfer theme and his curly blonde hair are so cool!” The answer is easy for Steve. He doesn’t mention the part where the character has always reminded him of someone his heart long yearned for.

Mackenzie seems to explode with happiness anyways, butterfly hands going faster than Steve can even finish his sentence. He guesses that’s his favorite too.

The excitement takes over totally, just then Makenzie taking off running unexpectedly.

Billy is up out of his seat so quick, jogging past his little one and intercepting him before he can complete his mission. It’s obvious Mackenzie had wanted to jump onto the stage, instead having to crash into his fathers open arms.

Before the little guy can get upset, Billy turns it into a hug. He’s so gentle, his hold on his boy loose, not crushing like the prone restraints Steve grew up with.

This is teaching through love, not fear. Steve may have just learned something about love himself if the way his heart skips a beat is any indication. He tries not to tear up.

Billy cups his hand real soft on the back of Mackenzie’s curly head, advising him, “Please don’t run off like that, baby. You could get hurt.”

“Sowwy.” Mackenzie apologizes, almost automatically.

Once again, Billy takes action to make sure his son isn’t feeling confronted or yelled at, “It’s okay, bud. You’re doing a really good job today, buddy. Daddy’s proud.”

With that, he carries him back over to the show selector to press one of the buttons that has now since lit up again, choosing a show with help from Steve through a series of pointing and lighthearted laughter from the trio.

They end up picking yet another one that Steve already heard, but Mackenzie clearly hadn’t, so Steve feels okay leaning aside with Billy and chatting while the boy dances and enjoys the show in close range.

“You’re really good with him.” He compliments softly, not just impressed but super enthralled

Instantly Billy’s face lights up with a smile, “Thanks, Steve. It’s just been me and him, I’m trying to fix a lot of shit his mom put into his head.”

Steve is going to say something, but Billy gets bashful, and interrupts it, “Sorry. Trauma dump.”

“No, it’s fine. I definitely get it. My uh.. my mom was the same way, you know.” Steve admits, to make Billy feel less embarrassed about it.

“Here, here.” Billy bumps their shoulders together, a weirdly intimate interaction, one that most people would be too afraid to do lest they break poor paralyzed Steve (not going to happen).

“It’s hard. I love my kid. More than the fucking world. I flew hours to this place just to let him be happy. But goddamn it’s not easy to unravel the shit that was done to me. To him too.”

“Listen, that happy, sweet little boy that ran over to me isn’t afraid. He’s not hurt, or scared, or hiding from anything. You’re doing great.” Steve compliments, all genuine.

His dream of six little nuggets of his own might not be something he’s going to have these days, but he admires Billy for his family. Not just because of his crush either. There’s always been a side to Billy that was so emotional and tender, and he’s amazed at how easily Billy can use that for good.

A lot has changed, but not really. Steve just wonders what Billy thinks of the fact Steve hasn’t made strides in growing a family or becoming some successful mogul.

Apparently he isn’t appalled, because he’s blushing as pink as Steve has probably been all day, as he says, “Thanks, Steve.. I needed that.”

And then there’s nothing left to say. Steve opens his mouth once, then closes it again, too overwhelmed to think of anything. All he wants to do is blab about how he’s been in love with his old rival the whole time.

The pause in conversation isn’t silent, between Mitzi Mozzarella singing her little mechanical heart out, kids laughing about something fun or crying about not getting the prize they wanted, and various machines begging to be played. But it feels intimate anyways.

A moment for just Billy and Steve, in all their nearing middle-aged glory.

It’s Billy who starts things back up, after checking that Mackenzie is getting enough to drink for all the moving he’s doing, “So. D’you really think blonde surfer guys are cool?”

“Maybe.” Steve goes along with it, seeing the opportunity to flirt in the way Billy held onto that one small moment, and tugging hard on that red string of fate, “They definitely get bonus points for having cool tattoos and being good parents, I’d say.”

Billy’s face looks absolutely frazzled, eyes big and smile all crooked and wobbly. And then he laughs, a loud, hearty laugh that has butterflies going through Steve’s whole chest, “Looks like you finally beat me at my own game, H.”

So they have been flirting.

In celebration of not reading the situation wrong, Steve turns it up ten more, leaving a locationally relevant move for Billy on purpose, “Do I get a prize?”

Of course the prize isn’t a stuffed toy or a handful of bubblegum, but rather, a kiss. A sweet, shy kind of kiss that has them bumping their noses together by accident. It’s all they can really get away with, considering where they are, but it’s enough. A thousand words in one chaste press of their lips together. It’s how Steve knows right away this was meant to be all along.

For what could have been several more hours they sat and talked, just the two of them in their little corner of the restaurant, occasionally taking breaks to go play a game, or take Mackenzie to the bathroom. In that time, they go from practically strangers, to having agreed to live together.

See, Billy and MacKenzie actually bought one way tickets. The California cost of living was way too much for single dad finances, and they had plans to settle in a rental trailer park, after a tour of a few states around the area, doing cheap stuff to make it seem fun. Like they weren’t searching for a place to live.

No way was Steve going to let Billy and his disabled kid be homeless in their rental car. Absolutely not.

He sent Claudia a text, and she said instantly she’d be getting Dustin's old room in order to house Mackenzie, and Steve could share his room with Billy. The situation is one plenty of people have already criticized, saying Steve at forty something is too old to be living with his adoptive mother. Adding a alternative queer man and his kid with down’s syndrome to the mix was destined to be the talk of the town, just as it was when Dustin moved out into an apartment with Lucas and Erica.

The fact is, he doesn’t care.

Steve hasn’t done babysitting since he was paralyzed in his twenties, but he’s more than happy to watch Mackenzie while Billy works. As soon as he saw him he felt like family, and Billy agrees Steve and he are soulmates. To him, this is just completing part of him that anguished and mourned and longed for so long.

The three of them together with Steve’s mom and caregiver, sounds like a dream to him.

“Who wants funnel cake!?” Robin appears out of nowhere, two greasy paper baskets in hand. But she freezes, “Wait a second- Hargrove?”

Okay, so there is a lot to catch her up on. Steve is more than happy to tell the story of rediscovering Billy, his beautiful son, and their long-lost love for each other.

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#harringrove #billy x steve #billy hargrove #older Harringrove #disabled steve harrington #dad billy hargrove #steves hyperfixations are my hyperfixations #brothers steve and dustin #platonic soulmates Robin and Steve #that carpet photo is my photo of the actual place I write about here #had to be super edited though because it’s very old and not bright or neon anymore

[sfznyxio]

❝ 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐘 ❞

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. fans are raving about the chemistry between you and their favorite actors who play as the love interest in your recent music video. they missed the message behind it: the two of you are actually together. now that the word’s out, the whole world won’t shut up.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒. acheron, aventurine, dan heng, firefly, seele

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. gn!reader. celebrity au, actor au, musician au. fluff. 1.1k words. lineup is based on the en va panel at one night in penacony. inspired by a fanart of acheron and aventurine taking a selfie by @/yaoyaobae on twt. the pairs have been in a relationship for several years, kept private initially as we all know that the public eye can be vicious when it comes to dating life of celebrities. confirmation of relationship in various settings (acheron - red carpet; aventurine - concert; dan heng - fanmeet; firefly - interview; seele - livestream). reader was on hiatus for mental health reasons.

𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐀. i hope your aventurine summons are going well! i got a female, silver-haired aventurine who’s wind and harmony… haha… even having his hubby in the team and in the hotel room doesn’t work. i eventually got him at 77 pity thankfully, so my f2p status is safe (for now). used all my blood, sweat, and tears to bring him home.

𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍.

“over here!” as you step out of the limousine, you’re greeted with shouts from the photographers and flashes from their cameras. walking to the photo booth together with acheron, the photographers become frenzied, chanting her name multiple times. you feel awkward standing still with a flat smile, so you look at her for inspiration of what poses to do.

“are you nervous?” the red carpet is uncharted territory. it’s your dream for a small musical artist like yourself to attend such a huge event, with a date no less. also, you have announced your relationship with acheron to the public recently. this event being your first appearance since then makes you feel that way. a pair of lips lands on your hand, and it calms you down.

“focus on me.” she rests her forehead against yours, and you clutch onto her suit to steady yourself from the rapid fire flashes. the photographers are thriving off the pictures they captured of your pda. acheron feels the same for being able to show affection for you out in the open. you share her sentiment, and now you're not worried about posing when you place her hand on her chest and look at her with so much love, knowing that you can let the world know she’s yours.

𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄.

“this is the last song for tonight.” fans express their disappointment as they don’t want your concert to end. for the finale, you’ll be performing your newest single for the first time. you’re excited for the audience to hear it live, but you’re hoping that aventurine hears it too.

“let’s make this count, yeah?” cheers ripple among the crowd. you begin reminiscing about your musical career, especially writing this song. you and aventurine are there for each other as long as you can remember, so you pray that a miracle will pull him out of his busy schedule and watch you sing your heart out. as if the gods heard you, the monitors switch to a blond man in a teal turtleneck curving his arms outward with the tips of his fingers on his head.

“i love you!” is what you read from the movement of his mouth, and you reciprocate the gesture while on the verge of tears. at the very end of the performance, you realize the dried tears on your cheeks which are wiped away by aventurine. a kiss on the temple and a hug has everyone cooing at the sight of how happy the two of you are together. casting doubts of your dreams in ruins because of falling in love away, there’s nothing to fear as long as aventurine’s by your side.

𝐃𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐆.

“bye, nice to meet you!” you wave at an overjoyed fan walking away with your autograph. this fanmeet is the busiest to date, considering that you were on hiatus before the release of your single. also, your music video’s trending because of its lead actor dan heng, a cool-headed heartthrob of the industry, who happens to be your significant other for years now. 

“hi there!” the next fan in line wears a mask and hood over his head, but you immediately recognize him by the way he looks at you. dan heng is someone with a few words, but his eyes say it all. before you even know it, he pulls down his mask to sneak a kiss on your nose. you’re given so many flowers and homemade but he himself is a favorite you’ve received thus far. you just hope that everyone hasn’t seen your flustered state to spare yourself from the embarrassment.

“cute. as always.” you don’t have the power to respond to his flirtation, nor rip your fingers off from his that are already entangled with yours. you feel sorry for whoever’s behind him, but they’re long gone, seeing that the cold dragon young has been in front of them all long. described to be cool and cold, he’s warm to the touch. noticing that he’s showing more of himself, you think it’s time to follow suit. after all, he wants to show everyone how endearing you are.

𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐋𝐘.

“the viewers are curious about the two of you.” following the question of the symbolism throughout your music video, the interviewer’s reminded of the numerous private messages they received. people beg them to ask about your relationship with firefly, who’s also a guest in this interview. she clings onto your arm, something she does when she’s nervous.

“i’m sure everyone’s also curious about that specific scene.” the poor girl lets out a sound of defeat, of her soul leaving her body. that scene you’re referring to is the longest to film because she gets very emotional about how raw and vulnerable the lyrics and your acting are. of course, you’re leaving that part out to save her from losing more of herself. but there's no doubt that it’s special; she’s your shining star.

“it… was very meaningful to us.” firefly unexpectedly kisses your cheek and immediately hides in the space between your neck and shoulder to conceal her reddened face. you glance at her, soon forgetting about the interview and having your mind relieve memories of that specific scene. she’s true to her name, guiding you out of the fields to somewhere safe, like how she drags you out of your lowest. you’ll get lost in life, but you can always count on her to find you at the maze.

𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐄.

“my new single’s out!” a flurry of comments and colorful hearts are sent to congratulate the release of your new song after some years of hiatus. it’s been a while since you streamed, so it’s a given you’re nervous. other comments congratulate the reveal of your relationship with seele, whose cough can be heard in the background.

“hey, have you seen my— oh, sorry.” as soon as she walks into the area of your stream, she quickly backtracks only for you to pull her there. the chat is excited to see her based on their rapid fire commentary. many of them say the two of you look great, and in fact in your case, breaks from the industry did help you reflect on both your personal and professional growth. she gives a boost in achieving your goals, including a new song which turns out to be successful. you don’t think you can make it at this point without her.

“no, i’m gonna be late for my shoot. see you later?” seele leaves a haste kiss on your shoulder and rushes to the door. you return to your stream, finding yourself talking more about her than your single, not that your fans are complaining. they can sense how thankful you are to the people who supported you throughout your hardships, especially her who urges you to create that song that revolves around yourself. you couldn’t have it any other way.

#♪ .fics #honkai: star rail #honkai: star rail x reader #hsr x reader #acheron x reader #aventurine x reader #dan heng x reader #firefly x reader #seele x reader #honkai: star rail fluff #hsr fluff

[ghcstao3]

Hello! 👋 Hope you're having a fantastic day 💖 Could we maybe get a part two of that sweet Soap's mum's house story? Perhaps with some there is only one bed on the side when 141 retire for the night and Soap and Ghost have to share his tiny childhood bed?

i hope you’re well & ty for the ask!! writing this out i realize i’ve never actually written the only one bed trope before so! something new:)

(part 1)

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Of course, as all rest and recuperation must go, there comes a point in their stay with Mrs. MacTavish where they all need to get some sleep.

Gaz is smart to take the couch, Ghost thinks. Price and Nik attempt to be discrete about sharing the one guest room available, and Ghost gets no choice in being dragged into Soap's childhood bedroom with the claim that there'll be an air mattress to blow up.

There is not.

Soap at least has the decency to look sheepish when he returns to the room after going to inquire with his mother.

"Ma said one of my sister's bairns made a hole in it last time they were up here," Soap explains. "So..."

They both slowly turn to face the twin bed shoved up against the wall, a mattress of which would certainly not fit two men of their size all that comfortably.

"No," is all Ghost says.

"C'mon, LT." Soap punches Ghost's shoulder. "We've managed with worse."

"I'll take my chances on the floor," Ghost grumbles. At least it's carpeted, he thinks.

Soap shakes his head. "And grouch about your back for the rest of the week? Not happening. Here."

The sergeant seizes Ghost's wrist and drags him toward the foot of the bed. He points to the mattress. "Sit."

Ghost reluctantly does as asked, watching silently as Soap digs through his drawers for pyjamas, presumably, but finds nothing that still fits. So instead he figures just to strip off his clothes, save for his boxers, as if his lieutenant isn't just sitting there.

Granted, they've seen each other naked before—they're soldiers, for crying out loud—but there's something... different about this. More intimate.

Soap climbs onto the bed, crowding himself as close to the wall as possible before patting the comforter.

"Your turn," he says.

"I'm not getting undressed."

Soap rolls his eyes. "Not that part, you dafty. Lay down."

Ghost huffs before awkwardly moving into place beside Soap. He lays stiff as a board, keeping as much to the edge of the mattress as he can manage without falling off—but even then, he's still inevitably pressed up against Soap in some capacity.

"Can you turn off the lamp?" Soap mumbles. Cleary he has no issue with this arrangement.

Ghost complies.

It isn't much of a surprise to him when Soap's soft breathing turns into snores in a short few minutes, all the while Ghost doesn't know if he's even so much as closed his eyes once, let alone taken a full breath. Being out in the middle of nowhere, it's hard to not be conscious of Soap beside him, when there's nothing else to turn his mind to.

Eventually, though, exhaustion does reach him. At some point Ghost feels the need to pull off his mask and at least attempt to fall asleep, because Soap was right—they have managed with worse.

He doesn't know when, but Ghost does end up sleeping.

And if Mrs. MacTavish finds the two of them curled up together the next morning, then she'll keep that to herself.

(And, of course, to the photo she takes to send to Soap's sister of her younger brother's face smushed into the back of the lieutenant he talks so much about. It's about time something happened, even if it's only this.)

#ask #plot twist the air mattress was fine the whole time #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soapghost #ghostsoap #ghost x soap #ghoap #writing

[theowritesstuff]

Just Jamie

Jamie Tartt x gn!reader

Request: “I dream of you. All I do is dream of you.”

A/N: omg theo actually wrote something? i hope the anon who requested this likes it, I wanted domesticity and fluff so here it is. this was actually very easy to write, thank you so much for the request!

Request a prompt and a character!

The sun peeked through the curtains of your window, casting a soft glow on anything it touched. The young footballer slowly stretched his muscles, then nestled himself further into your bedsheets, determined to spend as much time with you as he could.

He had to get to training. He knows you’ll tell him when you wake up. You’ll remind him of the big game coming up, always more mindful of his schedule than he is, and he’ll be forced to go back out into the real world. He’d rather just stay here, frozen in time with you.

When he finally does let his eyes open, a lazy grin spreads across his face. You’re wrapped up in a tangle of the bedsheets and Jamie’s limbs, arms wrapped firmly around him, refusing to let him go whilst you sleep. The sun cascades along you, creating a trail from the top of your head, to where the lower half of you disappears beneath the sheets.

Jamie softly runs his fingertips along your cheek, down to your chin, and sighs. He wishes he could have this forever. He remembers last night, the two of you deciding to go back to your place instead of his. He likes yours better honestly. It’s definitely smaller, more welcoming. While Jamie’s walls are lined with expensive art from different artists he couldn’t even remember the names of, yours were filled with posters of your favorite bands, photos of you and those you care about, and even a few Richmond things here and there.

He looks at the wall across from him, his eyes scanning over the photos. One of you Keeley out at dinner, one of you and Dani at an away game. At the end of the line he sees one from the most recent press event the Richmond team had to attend. It’s a photo taken from when Jamie was on the carpet, and had pulled you into his arms. You’re laughing, while Jamie presses a kiss to your cheek.

Jamie knows, he feels more at home when he’s here, with you, than when he’s in his own home.

He feels you stir next to him, slowly pulling your arms off of him. He looks down at you to see you yawn, then look up at him.

“Good morning Jamie.” You smile at him, making his stomach tie itself up in knots.

“Morning love.” He presses his lips to yours.

You push a hand against his chest in an attempt to push him away. “Jamie,” you laugh, “I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.”

“I don’t care.” He grins, diving his head down for another kiss.

You let him kiss you this time, wrapping an arm around his neck. He rolls on top of you, the kiss becoming a little more heated.

You hum and push him away again. “Hey, you have training to get to.” You raise your eyebrows at him. “And I have to get up and get to work, and you’re being very distracting right now.”

Jamie smirks at you. “I’m distracting you? How? Like this?” He leans down, now kissing down your neck. You feel your body relax while your heart speeds up. It’s when he bites softly at you that you push him away again.

“Jamie, I’m serious. Roy will have your head if you’re late. Again.” You get up and walk over to your closet, searching through your clothes. “You know, I’m surprised he hasn’t killed you already, what with your inability to get to training on time at least once a week-”

“I love you.”

Jamie’s words make you turn quickly to him. He’s still on your bed, watching you, a soft smile spread across his face, his hair still ruffled from sleep.

“I love you too.” You tell him.

It’s not the first time either of you has professed your love for each other, but every time it happens, both of you melt from joy.

“Do you know what I dreamed about last night?” He asks. You shake your head. “I dreamt of you. All I do is dream of you.”

“Jamie-”

“No, let me finish.” He cuts you off. He gets out of bed, and makes his way over to where you’re standing. “I love you so much. Out there,” he points at your window, “I’m Jamie Tartt. Star footballer. But here? Here I’m just Jamie. I can be just Jamie when I’m with you. And I like it, I really like it.” He nods, leaning his forehead against yours. “And I’d like it to stay that way.”

You furrow your brows. “What do you mean?”

“I wanna be with you all the time. Every minute of every day. I want to wake up with you every morning. I want to have dinner with you every night. I want you to be the last person I see before I go to sleep, and the first person I see when I wake up.” His voice gets quiet at the end, afraid that he’s crossed some sort of line. “If you don’t want that, I get it, I just-”

This time it’s you who cuts him off with your lips against his. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him impossibly close to you. He does the same, holding you firmly against his chest.

When you pull away you’re both out of breath, smiling at each other like fools, fools in love.

“I would love that Jamie.” You nod.

He grins pulling you into yet another kiss.

“I guess it’s okay if you’re a little late to training today.” You say against his lips as he pulls you back to the bed.

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt #ted lasso

[asimmutableasgravity]

paper rings (teacher!spiderdads)

this is dedicated to ran podiumspray who helped me get this idea all fleshed out idk maybe if i get like 20 notes I'll write it fr idkkk

EDIT: read chapter 1 here!

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Someone drops their lunch tray on the table with a large bang. Miguel sighs before he looks up at Jess, who sits across him at the table. He always hopes that maybe he's intimidating enough that no one will sit near him in the canteen, that maybe people still believe that rumour that Mister O'Hara actually is a vampire who sucks people's blood.

But even if that were true, Jess would probably still sit across him and gossip.

Jess has been the closest thing Miguel has to a friend in this place, so he knows that she knows that he's not being an asshole when he continues to write down his lesson plan in his notebook. He's an excellent listener, she's said before. And she only comes by if she has something juicy, something Miguel cares about.

"I heard Parker got divorced," She says, twisting open her apple juice.

Miguel's pen stops moving.

He looks up at her.

He turns to where Peter is standing in line. A kid is engaging him in a lively conversation, and his eyes are bright in the way they always are. But Miguel, under Jess' guidance, knows how to sniff out details. Something something literature something something. He can see the dark stubble dotting his chin, the unironed shirt and the dark circles under his eyes.

"He could just be stressed," Miguel offers.

"He's not wearing his wedding ring." Okay, maybe he's not the best at looking for things yet. Miguel squints, and he can't see the glint of silver that Peter usually flaunts.

"What are we talking about?" Someone's puffy cardigan presses against Miguel's arm, and he has to close his eyes before registering Lyla beside him.

"Can you come with a bell? So I can be prepared for when you pop up and ruin my lunch." His assistant stares at him, unimpressed. She's never been scared of him, and that lets her get away with too much. He hates it.

"I'm not a cat, you're just a bitch." Eloquent as always. She follows Jessica's line of sight, and she jumps in her seat "Talking about Parker's divorce?"

She says it loud enough that people around them are turning to look at his table, and Dios mio, Parker is looking at him from the stall and he wants to die. He can eat in his cubicle. He takes his entire tray and walks out of the cafeteria.

He walks straight to the lounge, scanning his ID and walking forward and turning to the left and right, with one last right to get his cubicle. The cubicles are set by order in seniority, so a small carpeted wall separates him from Parker's mess of a desk.

He sets his tray down, and in the air-conditioned silence of the room, he eats. It's lonely, but it's peaceful. It's tranquil. He eats his salad and finishes his lesson plan. He drinks his apple juice. The only thing left on his tray is the cookie, kept in a white paper bag.

He stares at the carpeted divider. His is sparsely decorated, with two photos pinned up. One of his brother at the beach, and one of tiny Gabriella with her uncle at the same beach.

Miguel is a family man. That's all he has to be. He wakes up, makes Gabriella's food for school, sends her off, goes to work, picks her up and takes care of her. He meets Gabriel once a week for family bonding. Sure, he doesn't have much of a life outside that, but he doesn't need one. He's fine.

The cookie isn't his favourite. It's too sweet for him. He keeps looking at the wall.

He knows that on the other side of that wall, Peter's wall is full of notes and letters from his old students. Different cards in every single colour of Post-It note, all thanking him for the impact of his teaching.

Now, he's divorced.

The man so proud of his wife and his toddler, the man who would flaunt her so much, the staff is well aware of Mary Jane Watson-Parker and Mayday Parker's day-to-day escapades. Similar to Miguel, he holds his family as a priority.

Something that feels like concern tugs at him. He tries to squash it down. Peter has been one of the worst colleagues he's ever had. He goes on tangents in his class more often than actually teaching, he rewards the smallest step forward, and he's remarkably laid-back. On paper, he's a terrible teacher.

He's a horrible seatmate, music almost always loud enough to be heard in Miguel's cubicle and always ready to lean over and ask Miguel stupid questions about his class and his day. They're the only two teachers who joined from their year to have stayed in Romita Senior High School, but that's where their similarities end.

But the man's going through it. And as much as Miguel thinks he's a nuisance, he's not (He sighs.) the worst thing on the planet. He stands up and takes his cookie. He walks five steps and places it on the mountain of papers he calls a desk.

Is that too cheesy? Too vague? Too incomprehensible?

He hears the lounge open, and he sees a familiar spike of greying brown hair walking forward, about to take a right.

Miguel panics. He looks around for- aha- a pen and draws a haphazard smiley face on the bag. It's shakey, and Gabriella can do better. But Gabriella is a saint, of course she could do better.

Miguel runs back to his seat and stays completely still. He starts counting. Peter walks past his cubicle, his cheap cologne smelling very faintly of cedar and vanilla.

"Oh, nice." Peter says. "Free cookie."

Miguel feels underwhelmed. Maybe he'll never do anything nice ever again.

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#spiderdads #spiderbite #across the spiderverse #into the spiderverse #itsv #atsv #miguel o hara #peter b parker #miguelpeter #snippets #writing wip #maybe idk

[merakiui]

hi ms mera! could i ask for some spare cater thoughts 🥺 hes my favorite and i want to know what you think about him (bc you had him on your want to write about list 😖) also fun fact!!! did you know pregnant shrimp are called berried shrimp because they look like they have berries on their tummy 🥺🥺🥺

Hi!!! I have some spare Cater thoughts in my head, so allow me to share them. :D

✧ camboy cater who originally started camming just because it was so popular and he wanted to see how far it could take him. he's surprisingly popular and even managed to trend a few times on the site he streams on. so far he's only done solo streams, but he's been watching you for a while, and he's nearing a major viewership goal. maybe he should give his watchers a little surprise. <3 viewers are a shocked when cater films with someone else. they can't see his or your face, but you're struggling sluggishly in your bindings and groaning about how it hurts. you've been drugged...or have you? it's all role-play, isn't it? right???

✧ sk cater who really wants to be famous so desperately, but nothing's working no matter what he does or how hard he tries!!!! so maybe he documents all of his kills. maybe he live-streams them. or maybe he live-tweets about it!!!!! he has this really obscure secretive account and it feels so dismal and bleak just from a quick scroll through past posts. it's an account where he can actually be true to himself, where he can vent, where he can complain, where he doesn't have to be so cheerful 24/7. he's spiraling, but even on this vent account the few followers he has think nothing is inherently wrong. he's just some person on the internet feeling things. everyone has dreary days; maybe cataloguing them here is his way of coping. but he gets a sudden spike in followers after he posts an update that will forever change the trajectory of his online life: so not cool that the human body has so much blood. :/ ngl it's gonna take forever to get rid of the stain. and then there's a grainy photo attached of a carpet so soaked through with blood it's practically drenched. cater didn't think he'd gain any followers from a simple post complaining about something so...boring. but then he realizes something. people like thrills. people like horror. people can't turn away from a car crash even if they want to because, at the end of the day, we are all creatures drawn in by destruction. and so he gets an idea: wouldn't it be fun if his followers could use the cute, little poll feature on his social media to determine a person's fate? :)

✧ cater who works a summer job at a harbor and falls for the cute mer who often gets tangled in the fishing nets near the shore. he's saved you too many times from netting. at this point, your meet-cutes are more recurring than they are rare. he thinks you're super cute and he takes a lot of pictures for his magicam, but at some point simple admiration becomes more of a terrible attachment when he starts to look forward to seeing you every day he works his not-so-cute or exciting summer job. when he learns you'll be leaving soon for your species' spawning season, he realizes he might never see you again. and he can't let you go; you're the only one who truly understands him! so the next time you find yourself tangled in nets, cater doesn't cut you free. instead, he hoists you over his shoulder, ignoring your frantic protests, and brings you home. you'll live in his bathtub until he can think of a better place to put you. and if you're so worried about spawning season, he can help you out. after all, you can always rely on cay cay! <3

✧ stalker cater who is driving you near insanity. you don't know anything about him or his unique magic, but you're certain you've seen double or triple or quadruple copies of him???? he's everywhere and nowhere. sometimes it feels like his eyes are always pinned on you no matter where you go. and he always knows where you are, where you're going, what you'll be doing. the breaking point is when you try to report it, but officer deuce spade insists that there is no such thing as "a dozen creepy, look-alike men" stalking you. this town is completely safe! he's made sure of it! you're prone to trusting deuce because he means well and has always been so sweet to you. he eases all of your fears and worries when he offers to guard your property for a day or two just in case. after you've left the station, deuce feels so bad. it's wrong to do this. it's corrupt. an abuse of power. but cater is his friend... but you're also his friend... oh, he's in such a bind!

#twisted chit chat #yandere twst #also berried shrimp!!! too cute... T_T <3

[ros3ybabe]

Daily Check-in September 11th and 12th, 2023 🎀

Did not have the time to make one yesterday as I didn't get home til almost 11 pm and was so tired that i immediately passed out. I had a really good day today(Tuesday), tho! I ordered a bunch of stationery off of Stationery Pal and Kawaii pen shop, and ahhhh, I love all of it, and they BOTH came in less than a week after I placed my order. The quality of everything is *chefs kiss* and I am so excited to start using all this stuff in my university academics as well as my self study goals! I might even switch back to paper notes because of all the stuff I bought, who knows.

Will not include What I Ate as I honestly don't remember, I am very tired at the moment(Tuesday night), having run most of today with 3 hours of sleep. This check in is going to be a bit more on the self care self compassion side as I had a rough two days honestly.

🩷 Personal Achievements -

Washed my hair

Made it to both classes on time

Organized my new stationery in my desk

Cooked steak *actually* good in my food fundamentals class

🩷 Academic Achievements -

Completed a PSYC writing assignment

Completed NUTR assignment

Completed pre lab quiz for my Anatomy Lab

Completed Osmosis lab report

Earned my Human Subjects Research Training certificate for my PSYC class

(I’m certified to use human subjects in research studies at my university for the next 3 years now, how cool!?)

Should I make a post about the stationery I got? Like a haul/review post? Let me know what you think! It’s all pretty aesthetic so I would love to share my opinions on the quality of the stuff I bought….and I bought a lot of stuff without realizing it!

🩷 As of today, Wednesday September 13th, here’s a little academic todo list for today:

Weekly Writing for my Food Fundamentals class

Take my Exam 1 for my NUTR class

Read Chapter 11 for my Personal Finance class + take notes on IPad

Complete my Nutrition Log for my Fitness for Health and Sport class

Study Japanese for 20+ minutes

🩷 And here’s a little personal to do list for today:

Change current fitted bed sheet to new one I just bought and washed, throw away old one

Take my bedroom trash out, throw out package box

Clean bathroom completely

Sweep bedroom

Organize desk more efficiently

Wash my current dirty laundry

Put away previous clean laundry

Change clear shower liner to my new one

Throw out old carpets and replace with new ones

Follow my skincare routine (my face is begging to be taken care of again)

Possibly hang up my string lights with clips behind my desk and attach BTS photos to clips 💜

Budget for paycheck tomorrow

This check in was definitely a little different than the others, especially cause I started it last night but had to save it as a draft cause I nearly fell asleep while typing it up. I will definitely post an update tonight to see how much of my to do lists I accomplished! Looking forward to having today to myself, as I didn’t go to class due to the extreme rain we’re having (I walk to my campus as I do not drive…at all) and I’m completely home alone today! Let the productivity begin!

Til next time, lovelies 🩷🤍

#pink pilates girl #pink pilates princess #self care #self development #self love #wonyoungism #health & fitness #it girl #mental health #physical health #language learning goals #language learning tips #studyblr #college studyblr #university student #student life #it girl energy #that girl energy #vanilla girl #pink academia #pink blog #girl blogger #coquette girl #dream girl #girlblogging #girly blog #that girl #kpop aesthetic #pink aesthetic #study aesthetic

[styleslistic]

How it Turned Out - Harry Styles fic Part 4

Y/N and Harry are nominated for the same Grammy and it's just a question of who will win. They finally meet in person but can they get over their phone call? Featuring anxious harry.

This is a much longer installment! I feel like we're really beginning to get into the meat of the story now.

Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Taglist: @theekyliepage @sleutherclaw

Y/N wasn't really one to hold a grudge so she was more than happy to put her phone call with Harry behind her. Ultimately, she decided, it wasn't that deep. He'd misjudged where she was at in her career, and was probably not thinking about how the offer would sound from her end. And that was that.

It helped that they'd both been nominated for the same Grammy. Harry for his album Fine Line, and Y/N for hers called Morning Toast. That pretty much solidified that they were on equal footing to the public, and wiped any lingering imposter syndrome from Y/N's mind.

Y/N planned to make good on her promise to actually meet Harry now that she knew they'd be at the same award show. He seemed like a genuinely nice guy and honestly, their fans were right, they cold write an absolutely banging song together one day if they put their minds to it.

So she found herself bringing up their negliected text conversations the day before the award show, to send him a message.

Y/N: This is your 24 hour notice period to let me know if we're gonna end up dressed in the same outfit.

She needn't worry of course, their stylists will have made sure that their outfits were sufficiently unique, but it felt like an easy way to break the ice. Call it an olive branch.

But the hours ticked by, and no response. It was a little embarassing to be ghosted by Harry Styles himself.

Until an hour before she was due to leave, when her phone buzzed with a response.

Harry: okay I was going to send you a photo, but apparently I'm actually legally not allowed to. So I guess we'll just have to wait and see.

Y/N smiled to herself. Olive branch successfully received! It was sweet that he'd thought to send a photo.

Y/N: Oof, very suspenseful!

Before she could wait for a reply, her phone was whisked away from her so they could do her final hair and makeup checks.

Red carpets were kind of awful, but since she was nominated, Y/N figured she should make the effort to talk to some reporters.

For obvious reasons, there were more than a few questions about her outfit. Namely who she had to bribe to let her arrive on the red carpet shirtless.

"Well," she told one interviewer. "I had to sign a lot of paper work saying that I would keep my nips covered, and then practice moving without flashing everyone. It took weeks of training." She winked for effect, and to keep the interviewer on her toes. In reality, she was obviously covered up underneath her jacket, and a hand in each pocket did more than enough to keep the lapels in place.

She moved onto the next person, who asked her "do you think you'll win?". It was a slightly cruel question that he seemed to think would trap her. But she'd faced plenty of those in her time.

"I'm up against some really great musicians, I especially love Taylor and Harry's albums. But equally I know I've worked just as hard as they have and I believe that my album is a solid contender. I'll be happy with whoever wins, but I think it'd be really special for an album that openly speaks about being a bisexual woman could get recognised." She felt good about her answer, toeing the line between confident and humble. But equally, she couldn't help but feel a little guilty knowing that not every artist had the luxury of being as open about their sexuality as she was.

She moved to the next person with a microphone, who greeted her warmly before

"Harry over here!" You hadn't noticed him, but he must've arrived while you were being interviewed. He looked up and smiled at the interviewer, mouthing a brief "hello".

"I know him," said the interviewer proudly. Y/N smiled generously.

"That makes one of us!" she joked.

"Oh, you've never met him? We better change that now," he said, beckoning Harry over again. This time Harry nods and makes his way over.

"Hi Harry. Congrats on the nomination. I've got your fellow nominee Y/N here too, and she was just explaining to me that the two of you have never met."

Harry turned to look at Y/N with a smile.

"That's true," he said, extending a hand. "Nice to meet you, I'm Harry." Y/N took his hand with an amused grin.

"I'm Y/N," she mimicks, keeping up their charade. "Now tell me Harry, are you famous or something, because I feel like I know you from somewhere."

The Harry and the interviewer laugh.

"That's a mighty fine suit you've got there Y/N, almost as good as mine," Harry smiles cheekily.

"Why thank you, although you seem to have been generously provided with a shirt for once, unlike me," Y/N smirks.

"Must be a special occassion."

"Actually," butts in the interviewer. "I'd love to ask you both about that. You're both pretty notorious for doing your shows shirtless, what is that about?"

"Uhhh..." said Harry with a shy laugh. He looked to Y/N for help.

"I can't speak for Harry, but I don't think it should feel all that outrageous for people to be able to see my body. People take it as a statement from me, and to an extent it is, but that's not why I do it. I do it because I like the way it looks, I like that people are seeing me on my terms and maybe a little bit for the drama."

Harry threw her an appreciative smile, before saying "It was nice talking to you," to the interviewer, turning to Y/N to say "Really lovely meeting you," and ducking into the venue.

Y/N said her goodbyes to the papparazzi and made her way in after him, keen to talk more to him. He seemed to have disappeared into the throng of people milling about inside, however, making him difficult to find. Y/N made the rounds, saying hi to friends and congratulating those who had been nominated for awards.

She was, however, determined. She scanned her eyes over the crowds of people making their ways towards their various tables and caught Harry just as he sat himself down on

Harry," she said. "Harry!" she repeated when he continued staring stubbornly in the other direction.

"What!" he finally snapped. Y/N frowned.

"Um, are you alright?"

"Yeah, yeah," he said with an eye roll.

"I'm sorry, I thought we agreed that next time we met we would introduce ourselves properly," she said, crossing her arms for dramatic effect. "But if now's a bad time..."

"No it's, uh, thanks for saving me out there, I really did not have an answer to that question."

"No worries," she replied. He still wouldn't look at her. "I thought we could maybe have a chat, if you're interested," she continued.

"That's not necessary, I know where we stand," he said sullenly.

"What do you mean? I thought we had a deal that next time we were in the same room we'd finally have a conversation. Don't tell me that interview was all for show?"

"Well yes we did say that, but that was before-"

"Before I bruised your ego by rejecting your generous offer to make you look good?" she smirked, feeling like she'd hit the nail on the head of what his problem was.

"No I-"

"Relax, I'm a big girl. It's not that deep, Harry." She really meant it as well.

"No that's not what happened okay. That's not what I mean," he pleaded.

"Seriously, let's start over. I hear there's a spare chair at my table, and if you're not here with anyone, I think it's high time we got accquainted, yes?"

"Oh of course," he said, a little confused. "I'd be honoured."

"Honoured? My, aren't we old fashioned," Y/N said. "Alright, well my table is over there." She pointed to her table. "So when you have a moment, pop over and say hi."

Harry's eyes widened in some emotion that looked strangely hopeful given his previous rudeness.

"Yeah, I will be over in a few minutes, I promise," he said with alarming sincerity.

"Alright see you then," Y/N said.

As he had so solemnly promised, Harry did sit down at the spare seat next to her a couple of minutes later.

Y/N opened her mouth to speak, but found a hand planted over her mouth.

"Please just let me speak, first" Harry implored. "Don't say anything until I've said my piece," he begged. Y/N's eyes widened in confusion, but Harry just waited until she nodded before removing his hand.

"Jesus, take me out to dinner first will you?" Y/N joked, pointing towards his recently moved hand. Harry met her with an irritated look.

"Okay, sorry! Shutting up now." She zipped her lips.

Harry waited a moment as if to check she really was going to stay quiet, and then started speaking.

"I just wanted to to apologise properly for what I asked you. I am so embarrassed about how I treated you on the phone. I was so wrapped up in how great you are, and how great your music is, and I somehow decided that that was something I could use for my own benefit. I wasn't even thinking about how it would seem on the other end. I never meant to imply I thought I was better than you, or more successful or anything, because you're truly one of my favourite artists. And I just think you're so so cool and I'd really like to be friends. And now you think I'm some pretentious dickhead, and maybe you're right, I don't know. And then I was so rude to you earlier. I didn't mean to snap at you I was just so scared I was gonna fuck it up again." He blurted the whole thing out in one breath, staring stubbornly in the other direction and wringing his hands in his lap.

"Harry," Y/N said, cautiously reaching out to stop the movement of his with one of hers, and using her other hand to gently coax his face back in her direction. "You're shaking," she pointed out, concerned."

"Shit, sorry." He snatched his hands away and planted them solidly on his thighs.

"No it's okay, look at me yeah?" She gently pulled his hands away. "Look at me."

With what looked like a concerted effort, he did as she asked. His eyes looked a little glossy.

"God, this is so embarrassing," he said. Y/N shook her head as if to say this won't do.

"Okay, now you be quiet yes?" she said. Harry nodded obediently. "I was very sleep deprived and caught by surprised when you asked me to open for you, so I'm sorry if I came across angrier than I was. I was a little peeved, I'll give you that, but I meant what I said earlier. It's water under the bridge, let's forget the whole thing and be friends okay?"

Harry smiled nervously.

"You're sure you don't secretly hate me?"

Y/N chuckled.

"Course I don't," she smiled. "Now then, what do you say to a drink?" she said, reaching for a two glasses and the bottle of prosecco in the middle of the table. Harry nodded , and watched as she pours them a healthy amount each. She handed him a glass.

"Cheers," she said. "To us." Harry clinked his glass against hers. "And may the best album win."

"Oh please," said Harry. "Everyone knows it'll be yours that wins.

"I don't know... people seem pretty obsessed with Watermelon Sugar."

"Hey, you know for a fact One Time* outstreamed Watermelon Sugar by far," Harry pointed out.

"Youve done your homework, pulled that statistic out of no where didn't you?" Y/N laughed, surprised. "I may have outstreamed you, but only one of us was smart enough to release a song that was appropriate for the radio," Y/N replied, referencing the rather explicit lyrics of her song.

"You so could've come up with a radio appropriate version, surely?" Harry asked with genuine curiosity.

"Oh yeah, tell me how I could've rewritten the lyrics I just wanna take you home and fuck you into something they'd play on the radio without it sounding completely ridiculous."

"Hm, okay let me think," Harry said, taking a sip of his drink. "This is harder than I expected."

"Told you!"

"You could've said, um," he paused again, making Y/N laugh. "How about take you home and screw you, oh no, that's terrible." He shook hid head and laughed. "Yep, you were right." The pair chuckled.

An announcer came onto the stage and asked people to return to their seats.

"That's my cue to go back to my table, I guess," said Harry. "But will I see you at the after party? I'd love to talk more."

"Yeah I will be, I promise," Y/N replied, echoing his earlier words.

"Great." Harry hesitated. "And good luck, you really do deserve it."

"Good luck, Harry. So do you," she said with a smile. With a final nod, Harry made his way back to his seat.

***

The award show was good fun, with great performances from other musicians, including a few of Y/N's friends. But in all honesty, she couldn't really pay attention.

She was nervous about the outcome of her nomination. She wanted to win, or else get the whole thing out of the way. The anticipation was a lot.

But more than that she found that her eyes kept slipping to find Harry's several tables away. From their short conversation earlier, it was clear they had a similar sense of humour, so when a presenter or a winner said something that made her laugh, she looked without thinking to see if he was laughing too. Almost invariably, he was. More important, though, was the fact that more often than not, he was looking at her too. And that meant... well it meant something, she wasn't entirely sure what.

Eventually, the time came for Best Album to be announced, and neither of them could look away from each other for a second. It's you, mouthed Harry. Y/N grinned and shook her head. It's definitely you, she replied.

Then the person on stage started to speak.

"And the winner of this years Best Album goes to..."

The room seemed to close around the two of them, as they waited.

And waited.

On stage, the announcer opened the envelope and took the card out at a glacial pace.

"It goes to Taylor Swift!" The announcer shouted.

Harry and Y/N's eyes widened in joint surprise, and they just sort of stared at one another. Y/N had quite honestly forgotten that other people were nominated for the award at all. She mechanically started to clap, eyes still locked on Harry, who remained as confused looking as ever. An honest to God grin broke out on Y/N's face at the sight of it. It seemed he had forgotten the very same thing.

Harry seemed to knock himself out of his bewildered stage with a chuckle, which caused Y/N to break into a quiet laugh, which made both of them giggle. Y/N took a deep breath in through her nose to try and calm herself, conscious that there were probably cameras on her.

Finally, when Taylor started to speak into the microphone on stage, Y/N dragged her eyes away from Harry. She really owed it to Taylor to give this speech her full attention.

The next chapter will be Harry and Y/N hanging out at the Grammys after party and finally getting to know each other, maybe bumping also into an ex... who's to say.

*Y/N's song One Time is inspired by the song One Time by Chinchilla .I imagine Y/N's version to be a bit more guitar heavy/rock influenced but the vibe of song is just so good I had to use it. Especially those vocals at the end woweeee.

My askbox is open for any questions about the series! And for those wondering, I have deliberately set this series before Harry's House for ~plot reasons~.

#harry styles fic #harry styles imagine #harry styles x reader #harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #musician!y/n #how it turned out

[dulcewrites]

wonder what she thinks of me

Pairing: Austin butler x (non descriptive) fem oc

Summary: Melanie and Austin pride themselves on being good people…. Except when it comes to wanting each other (wc: 919)

Warnings: emotional cheating, slight physical cheating, both parties being messy in the name of love lol

A/N: I normally don’t write about real people like this but I thought it would be fun to write a little something to celebrate Austin’s birthday. Happy birthday bestie!! ❤️🫶🏽. Also highly recommend listening while reading

Then you can both go to Paris, you live in the lavish

I'm actually happy for you

“You know a 12-minute standing ovation is insane right?” Melanie can’t help but beam through the phone.

She knows how anxious Austin was about Cannes. Hearing his voice shake a little when he mentioned the red carpet and premiere when called her yesterday.

Melanie is met with a hearty laugh, and she can hear how elated his is through the phone.

“And don’t get me started on how everyone looks!”

She sat down at her kitchen island looking through photos he had sent and some off social media. She can’t help but marvel at how glamorous everyone looks.

“I wish you were here to see it. Maybe we can go somewhere is France sometime next year,” he said earnestly, spewing off things they could do and places they could visit.

Making future plans. Austin has a bad habit of doing that.

And the timing couldn’t be more ironic when she comes across of him with her. It reminds her of what she’s doing. Pining over her… friend? She really doesn’t know what Austin is to her now.

One moment they’re friends supporting each other’s careers, trying to work out time differences to talk. The next he’s sleeping over or telling her he’s gonna take her to France… all while having a girlfriend.

She doesn’t know when the shift happened. When it when from platonic and sweet to something more. Something that leaves her stomach in knots and wondering what his lips feel like.

Her heart drops into her stomach when she hears a feminine voice in the background call his name.

“I need to get going but I’m gonna call you when I have time,” says Austin, sounding distracted and distant.

Before Melanie can get a full goodbye out, he’s gone. She blinks at her phone. She has to keep reminding herself this is good for him and good for his career, no matter how much it hurts.

I wonder what she thinks of me when she sees my name

On your phone screen, you drop everything just for me

Melanie quickly realizes she’s a selfish person. A selfish and jealous person.

She knows it’s a bad idea to call him. Austin just got done with Elvis promotions. She knows he’s tired, and she knows he’s been seen with her.

But Melanie also knows how Austin is.

So, it’s not surprising that when she calls and asks him to come over, he instantly agrees. And she would be lying if she said the guilty feeling didn’t dissipate as soon as she opens the door, and he pulls her into the warmest hug and kisses her on the top of her head.

She selfishly stops feeling bad when he’s lying in her bed, sipping wine, and recounting his favorite moments from the whirlwind couple of months he’s had.

His voice rings multiple during the night, and they both know who it is. Austin seems in no rush to answer let alone leave.

Melanie should remind herself about how she would feel if the roles were reversed, but the idea slips her brain when she feels his lips brush against her neck. Then work up her jaw and end on hers.

The need to do the right thing gets all fuzzy when his hand slips under her shirt.

God she’s horrible person.

It's never wrong when it feels right

I'll hold you close and pretend you're mine

I'll be the sun against your skine

Melanie tries to stop it, she really does. Tells him they’re better than this, better than hurting some girl whose done nothing to deserve this. And he agrees… for a week. Then he’s at her door with sad smile.

“I’m kind realizing I’m not better than that.”

And with that, they spend the night together again.

The glow and warmth that emanates between them when they’re around each other is palatable. She tries to not to feel it when they greet each other at his intimate birthday dinner. She tells him in advance it’s not a good idea she even goes, but he tells her she can’t miss his birthday festivities. She feels sick when she gets a text from an unknown number inviting her. Going to a party thrown by his girlfriend, who does that?

“Oh, wow the famous Melanie. It’s so nice to finally meet you!” her smile is perfect, and her tone is bright.

But she knows better than that. It’s a loaded sentence, and she deserves it.

Melanie is reminded how horrible they are when his girlfriend gives a sweet speech about him, while Mel feels Austin’s hand on the inside of her thigh.

Logic gets thrown out the window when he pulls her to the side near the back of the restaurant and whispers to her how amazing she looks. How he wishes he could be with her tonight.

She’s gone back and forth with the pros and cons. Frankly the cons always seem to out-way the pros. But then he calls her his baby and tells her how special she is to him and the morally awful decisions they make seem ok.

At the end of the night, Melanie watches to the two of them leave arm in arm, peaking out the window at the few paparazzi snapping photos of the beautiful couple.

Maybe one day she’ll learn.

Tell me you love me, 'cause I just wanna be your baby

Well, that's the price I gotta pay

I wonder what she thinks of me

#austin butler x reader #austin butler x oc #black!oc #black!reader #austin butler #my writing #Austin butler x black!reader #elvis 2022

[staticspaces]

Waterfront Rental House

Check out the video here if you haven't already!!

https://youtu.be/yuM67s7Rr20

Last we check out the ground floor that showed signs of possible squatters, either that or the former tenants just left it in really rough shape!!

I absolutely hate doing these write ups, I never know what to say and they take a long time to do with all the research that goes into them.  Then only like 10% of people who see this post will actually read it. With that said, there was some interesting info about one of the occupants of this house in particular but more on that later!

This very large but somewhat modest house is located on prime waterfront property, it has a very showy look from the outside but unfortunately the interior has seen some more recent renovations. It sits on a very large piece of property and has both a swimming pool and a tennis court which gives you an idea of how big it really is.  It has three bedrooms and four bathrooms, so it is definitely not small and has a value of about $3,000,000!  Looking through the older real estate photos reveals that this home once had some interesting retro decor, with a kitchen strait out of the 80s, a sunroom with pink wallpaper and matching carpet but the master bedroom was the most interesting of all with metallic flowery wallpaper and well worn blue carpet!

This was a strange one with a fair amount of furniture leftover and a lot of personal belongings, there was no shortage of things to look at.  One of the more interesting finds was a photo album full of black and white photographs, probably leftover from the original owners.  The other interesting find was an expired passport, with what I would assume was the name of the former renter. I looked him up and found that he was actually on an episode of Dragon's Den or Shark Tank for my American Viewers!  He was there to promote his new company that appears to have failed shortly after it started.  You never know what you are going to find at these places!!

#abandoned #abandoned buildings #abandoned building #abandoned places #abandoned place #forgotten #forgotten places #forgotten buildings #forgotten building #forgotten place #bando #bandos #urbex #urban exploration #urban exploring #urban explorer #abandoned church #abandoned churches

[talesofealdancynedom]

Delphia in casual cloths; All hexes included!

34. The Green Letters (chapter 3 - Grand Gesture 3/4 ) part 8. Stories of Dreams.

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When Cetus got home, he immediately grabbed a ballpoint from the junk drawer. Cetus was suddenly excited to write his letter. The world nearly disappeared as he sat at the dining table with his looseleaf.

“Cetus are you actually writing to dad?” Morgan asked. He had been sitting there with a pot of tea the whole time. It was the one with the Nordic tea-cozy’s Cetus knitted.

“Oh tea!” Cetus jumped, grabbing a cup. “Nothing like a beverage with creative projects!”

“True. But, um, uncle I have-”

“Your father wishes you well; Apparently Queen Odette is coming. I asked really nice if I could attend; To make sure your father’s a changed man. Well, as much as an abuser can change.” Cetus smiled starting the letter. “This whole party planning is making me wonder if our friendship is worth slowly reforging. How do you feel about him and the ceremony these days?”

“Ambivalent? Look, uncle Cetus-”

“Oh, that’s good; Not caring is a solid foundation for caring. Speaking of caring, do you have any ideas on how to get Delphia to the ranch safely? There aren’t any available paladins. Also, this Kjatin guy Delphia mentioned, just got uninvited. That makes me, best uncle.”

“Uncle Cetus! I don’t care about the wedding, and I’m recovered enough to meet my dad! I have bigger fish to fry; Delphia is missing! Emilia found her bloody wizard robes, and snapped wand, in a trunk while looking for my left socks!” Morgan yelled. He was hyperventilating, and had gone pale. Cetus dropped his pen, but was too late as Morgan feinted onto the carpet.

 “Dear Odysseus Cynedom,

Do you know if me and Jupiter can go to the wedding yet? Since you’re an uncle short? Also, what about Emilia attending?

I think I’m ok to see you and my sister again; Maybe share existential dread over some spiced wine. Remember when the kids were little, and I kept falling off the horse on your ranch? Or when you came over here, and we made our kids wear me and Icthya’s matching clothes? I want it to be like that. I’m not sure I can forgive you, or anyone can. But I don’t want to spend forever hating a family member. Ignore the historical re-enactments; This is an opportunity! I’ll even knit you something.

However, I agree about Delphia; She seems to have changed this year. This place has that effect on people. I think it’s the abundance of Happily Ever Afters. Maybe their contagious.

Between Cadence, employment, and the wedding, Morgan seems to be stressed. I can tel,l because I haven’t received a hug in a while. But I think he’ll be ok.

Also, haven’t seen Kjatin, but Delphia is missing; Everyone is keeping an eye out. Morgan is trying to make her some protective clothes, since my daughter’s out of town. Reggie became a fine Warlock; I’m so proud.

 Best,

Cetus”

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Delphia felt the Shadow Veil rip the sensation from her body. She felt like an apparition, in a hauntingly quite grayscale photo; Blurred edges and all. Her heart loudly throbbed, as she looked for the only thing that could provided sensation: Magic. Knowing nothing, Delpia had entered the Rat Kingdom door of Tiberius Gate’s wall. She looked around the tall silver wheat, gripping the hem of her gown. She tripped over a rope, and hear a snap from the brush. Fear had taken her, and Delphia’s bones froze.

“Who is it?” a sharp voice sounded. A large brown rat with golden eyes and a dazzling crown stood up, over her.

“D, Delphia Torchblood.” She quivered.

“What is a Commoner doing here?”

“I, I come to be on good terms with all of magic. To show my support for your brother Morgan.” She stuttered. Delphia’s Witch training was tested, as she remained calm; A lethal overflow of ether was around the corner.

“So, you’re that Witch hired by wizards that kill my children? The dame who unthreads the sanctity of my brother’s True Love Spell?” The Rat King screeched.

“No. I’ I’ve changed. I’ll never be-”

“I hear you’ve got a silver tongue; How about a better one? I of stealth and riddles, fancy the ways of words. Want to help mine brother, and prove yourself to magic? Have this curse of persuasion, in hopes you may also get gifts of half us kings. Then maybe we’ll consider you a friend. Now, be careful what you say!” The Rat King cackled, grabbing her roughly. The hex burned. As tears welled from Delphia’s face. She began to glow, barely keeping dark at bay, vigorously nodding in compliance.

Dashing down the mountain, and through the songs of mythic birds, Delphia aimed for The Fairy Kingdom. The Fairy King can make robes that guard against spell and blade; And fairies are Morgan’s favourite fey. But instead, Delphia tumbled into the vibrant Tree Kingdom. Everything had colour and whispered; Every inch of this fjord was a living fey. Still glowing and brewing a fever, Delphia continued South. Only to run into a tall woman, of oak skin and a crystal flowered crown.

“You’ve made it far. Seems one of my brothers has cursed you.” She said.

“Yes, um, I’m just here trying to make friends. Are you the Tree King? It’s nice to meet you. I ask no gift from you, as your children have already given me so many.” Delphia charmed.

“All who meet me get a gift! Here.” The Tree king said, pulling a deep violet plum from her crown, and feeding it to Delphia. She had taken insult by the refusal of her charity, given her face.

“This will make you poison to anything that Morgan doesn’t love. You isolated him from his supports, now it’s your turn.” She scowled.

“But I stopped that! Morgan needs his family! I care! That’s why I’m here; To show I can support him, and genuinely care for everyone’s interests.” Delphia yelled into the woods, as the Tree King left. “I just-” Delphia teared. She was so confused; The Tree King was supposed to be the sweetest of them all.

The flow of magic weakened Delphia as she wept; Still heading to the frosted Fairy Kingdom. Arriving, she curled up under a swirling ice bridge, by the sleeping naiads. Her head in her knees, Delphia tried to stay calm. Her state could kill her, but it would not be a grand quest if it was easy.

“Delphia?” A sweet voice chimed. In the reflection of the creek, was a large pale lady in glittering chiffon, with three crystal butterfly wings. A crown of ice and flushed cheeks. The scent of winters dawn.

“Hello Fairy King. I hope Morgan said good things about me?” Delphia sniffed.

“He didn’t say much actually. But I can tell you are dedicated to questing; You’re really holding on in here! I bet you came to me for Fairy Robes, to stop the rangers my children gossip about.”

“Actually, I come for friendship. But I’d never say no to that offer.” Delphia said. Focusing on the brilliance of the Fairy King, brought sensation to her. Delphia cooled slightly. Then the Fairy King tossed a black horned tiara at her.

“Fairy Robes! But only Morgan can put them on. I’d hate to see him suffer if someone he knew died. Humans are touchy about that.” The Fairy King giggled. Delphia held the tiara; This is supposed to protect me?

“Yes, your highness! I’ll put it to good use. Or I guess he will…” Delphia nodded, getting up. Her noose bled onto the white muslin slip, but it only looked black in the colourless veil. Bowing, Delphia left to entice more kings before she succumbed.

The Dragon King curled around his mountain throne; Visible from every inch of the Shadow Veil. The most powerful of Beast Kings. But Delphia got distracted by the beach she’d only seen in paintings; The Fish Kingdom. Why the chime of sea daughters drew her like a Northland sailor. She made the mistake of touching the tide with her toes. Delphia was pulled in by the Fish King; A bodacious mermaid with a ghostly flowing silhouette, like an ill koi. Delphia eased, as the water cooled her rising temperature. She gasped at the surface, as The Fish King let go.

“Hello Fish King! How are you this day? I’m just admiring your children’s voices, and seeking good relations.” Delphia smiled faintly.

“No, you’re not. You’re a dumb girl with unrequited love, torn from home, and putting your life in danger to impress your in-laws. Did you stop to think how Morgan might feel if he learned a friend was in danger? Or are you still only focused on yourself?”

“Please don’t curse me, I’m trying my best and agree with your evaluation.”

“But I love a good curse! I’ll make you a flawless as a pearl. Desired by many, but only loving one. You can consider yourself initiated into my kingdom of bloodthirsty radiant maidens. See, I’m not as inconsiderate of human nature as my siblings. Humans adore being desirable, yes?” The Fish King smiled, beaching Delphia by the cliffs. She hadn’t climbed rocks so fast in her life. She loved magic, but now understood why some feared it.

Delphia was most excited to meet the Dragon King. She’d reached the mountain top, and fidgeted as she looked around. He’d given her people magic houses, and thus her ability to learn wizardry. The ability to love magic as a mage would. But things were getting blurry. Delphia decided to lay on the marble slopes to catch her breath. She wondered if she should turn back, but it went black before she decided.

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#art #tales of ealden cynedom #fantasy #delphia #short stories #morgan #Cetus #Dragon King #fish king #rat king #Tree King

[nycbabyjoey]

Letters to Santa - Part 1

NSFW 18+ Only

Contains ABDL Content

Removed an image for Daddy Tumblr. Part 2 coming out later today!

Valerie sighed as she put pen to paper. Of all her family’s stupid Christmas traditions, this one had to be the stupidest. She had tried explaining to her mother that she was too old to be doing these kinds of things, but her mom had trouble letting go.

Ever since Valerie was a little girl, her mother had the family engage in the classic Christmas traditions: building gingerbread houses, taking photos with Santa at the mall, caroling, and writing letters to Santa. But now she was nineteen years old and had finished her first semester of college. She simply felt immature writing letters to a man that does not exist!

Valerie liked Christmas, of course. The getting presents part, especially. Ever since coming back from school though, she had given her parents a hard time as they parsed through their holiday traditions. She had honestly questioned if she would have had a better Christmas break staying at university drinking, partying, and getting laid like she had been. But instead, she had to write letters to Santa Claus like a five-year-old girl.

So, when her mother had handed her paper and envelope to address a letter to the North Pole, Valerie had only one Christmas wish on her mind. “Dear Santa Claus,” Valerie wrote. “All I want for Christmas this year is for my parents to stop treating me like a baby.”

“Morning sleepyhead,” Valerie’s mom awakened her on Christmas morning. “Merry Christmas!” Valerie groaned and stretched her arms out as she woke up. “Mom, what are you doing in my room?” she questioned before noticing a crinkling sound that made her stop in her tracks. Was that crinkle coming from her? Valerie opened her eyes to observe her strange situation. She saw her mom staring down at her over a series of bars surrounding her bed. When she looked down, she gasped as she realized she was stark naked save a large version of a baby’s diaper covering her privates.

Valerie was speechless with shock as her mother stuck her hand into the diaper and starting touching Valerie’s crotch. “Wow, a whole night without any accidents?” her mom said. “It must be a Christmas miracle!”

“Mom, I don’t understand,” Valerie uttered. “What is happening here? What did you do to my room?” “My my, someone’s a little chatterbox this morning,” Valerie’s mommy responded, ignoring every word she said. “Is Val excited to see what Santa Claus left her last night? Come on, let’s get you dressed for your very first Christmas!”

Valerie shivered as her mother placed her two hands under her exposed armpits. Her mother began to lift her up out of what Valerie now realized was a large crib and Valerie jumped as she realized that she was being lifted over the railing with incredible ease.

Valerie squirmed and shouted as she was dressed by her mom in white tights and a white lacy dress. Her complaints were soon silenced by the introduction of a adult-sized white pacifier placed casually by her mother between her lips.

Her mommy carried her out to the living room where her father was sat on the couch drinking his morning coffee. Valerie was placed on the floor in front of the Christmas tree where her mommy gushed about how many presents Santa had gotten her for being a good girl.

For the first time since waking up, Valerie had the opportunity to leave and try to change out of the babyish outfit her mother had subjected her to. But once she tried to stand, her legs started to shake and she lost her balance, immediately falling back on to the carpet again.

“Sweetie, be careful!” her mom warned. “Mommy’s going to bring your presents to you.” Valerie could do nothing but sit where her mother had placed her. She actually couldn’t help but suck intensely on her pacifier as she pondered her circumstances. This wasn’t some sick joke by her parents. Her mom was actually seeing her as a baby! And worse, her body could only act as an infant’s would.

Valerie’s mommy began to hand her wrapped presents, so Valerie decided she may as well open to see what was inside. The gifts contained baby items such as dollhouses, stacking ring toys, and bibs rather than the makeup, jewelry, and iPhone she had asked for.

She began to rip open another present’s wrapping paper when she suddenly felt her stomach drop. Unable to stop her body from what she was about to do, Valerie dropped the gift and began to clench her body. She grunted as she effortlessly dropped a load of mush into the seat of her diaper.

Completely ashamed and frustrated by her lack of self-control, Valerie couldn’t help but start to cry at her humiliating situation. But not just cry. Wail. Valerie cried in a way she hadn’t since she was a little girl, tears streaming down her face and legs whacking the floor in frustration. “Awww,” her mommy said patronizingly. “Looks like someone’s left a little Christmas present for us!”

Giving up all control, Valerie continued to sob as her mommy laid her flat on the ground, stripped her of her nice dress and tights, and began untaping her diaper. Val didn’t even want to look at the absolute destruction that she left in her once clean diaper. She wanted to retain whatever sliver of self-dignity she may have left.

Valerie, in an event that she could not have predicted hours ago, underwent her first diaper change as an adult. Her mother began wiping between her butt cheeks, causing Valerie to wince at the wipes’ cold touch and her complete submission to this humiliating chore. Her mommy lifted her legs with ease and slid a Christmas-themed diaper under her clean butt. She sprinkled the woman’s private parts with baby powder and then sealed them behind a fresh, thick diaper.

Valerie was left once again with her adult breasts openly exposed to her parents, more embarrassingly her own father. That would be the most humiliating aspect if not for the constant reminder of the fact that she was trapped in a diaper by its constant crinkling as she was forced to demeaningly crawl on all fours to travel around her own living room.

Mommy rewarded her good girl with a candy cane before declaring that it was already her naptime. What should have at least been an enjoyable Christmas day spending time with her parents and avoiding lame traditions was now replaced with hellish treatment by her parents. She underwent naptimes, feedings, burpings, baths, and numerous diaper changes throughout this Christmas day with no escape.

The last hour of Valerie’s Christmas before bedtime, which was only 6:00 pm, was spent confined in an oversized playpen which Valerie found herself unable to escape. She was given an opportunity to play with her new toys that were so unfortunately dull to play with that she was left with her own thoughts.

As she tried to rationalize the strange going-ons of the holiday, there was only one explanation that, as ridiculous as it was, made logical sense. Santa Claus was real and he had received her letter. For whatever reason, Father Christmas had not granted her wish but the opposite. Her parents would only treat her like a baby and, as best as she could predict, would continue to until the spell was broken.

Wait, she thought. That was it! If Santa Claus had truly caused this, he could fix it. Val just had to write him again to inform him of his magical mix-up and then, everything would hopefully return to normal again.

She grabbed a box of crayons and tore out a page from her Fairy Unicorn coloring book and began to scribble a note on the back in red Crayola. She started with the salutation “Dear Santa.” Her hand shook as she went to write the letter D. She held her hand steady with her other, causing the paper to crumple up under her. She scratched out her attempt.

Finishing the salutation, she looked down to observe her work. Unable to draw better than a toddler, she realized that what she had written was illegible nonsense. How was Santa going to be able to read this?

Suddenly, a hand grabbed the note from her hand. “Wow, what a beautiful drawing,” Mommy gawked. “Mommy’s going to put this on the fridge! But first, bedtime!” Val kicked and shouted as her Mommy lifted her effortlessly out of her playpen and into her crib. How had an hour gone by and she hadn’t even managed to write nine simple letters?! It was futile. She had no way to reach Santa.

Mommy tucked Valerie in, kissed her forehead, gave her one last diaper check, and turned off the lights. “Goodnight angel,” Mommy cooed. “Only 364 days until next Christmas!”

#ab/dl #ab/dl caption #diaper caption #diaper humiliation #mommysbaby #mommy kink #ab/dl girl #ab/dl babygirl #md/lg

[finelinevogue]

hiii ! could you write something about harry stalking y/n's Instagram but her account is private, so he sends a request and she accepts and she follows him back, and harry likes her pics (which aren't many) and tries to find out if she do you have a boyfriend or something?

this might be quite short but i hope this is alright for you;

“What’s the correct reaction I should use when Harry Styles requests to follow me?”

You asked your best friend, Heather, as you were both lounging on your bed. She was sat up against the headboard and you lay the opposite way around, holding you phone to the ceiling.

It was just another simple day for the two of you. You’d worked a long shift at the local supermarket and Heather had worker her long shift at the cat shelter, both of you now just having some down time to relax and regroup your thoughts before you even thought to start on dinner. Heather, your best friend and roommate, was an absolute tyrant in the kitchen which meant you were often the one to cook dinner. Tonight was shrimp risotto, if you could be bothered to get out of bed to actually make it. However you were no grounded to your bed more than ever, shocked with the current notification staring you square in the eyes.

“Why?” Heather laughed at you, not noticing your heavily serious face to your question, “you having your daily dreams over the man again?”

Okay, you didn’t have daily dreams… Nightly dreams, maybe. You had liked Harry for a while actually, perhaps since he had cut his hair for a movie he had done. You weren’t a huge fan of his and listened to his music occasionally - like when you were folding laundry or on a long train ride - but you weren’t dedicated to him. He was cute and his voice sounded really lovely. He was definitely the face you used in your nighttime scenarios, but you would never admit that out loud.

“No,” you briefly paused to find the right words to say, “because Harry Styles just requested to follow me.”

“You— What!” Heather sprung up from her position on the bed, but you stayed still and eyes fixed to your phone.

“Appropriate reaction?” You asked again, handing her your phone so she could see for herself.

“Um, ascending into heaven, I don’t know do I? The really question is why the fuck haven’t you accepted it?” She was quick to answer your question and even quicker to ask hers, looking at you as if you’d just told her you were born with only one tit.

“Maybe because it’s Harry Styles!” You exclaimed, sitting up and looking at her now the same way she had just done you.

“Babe, honey, that’s exactly why you need to accept him.” Tossing you back your phone you caught it as you looked to her. God, what was happening? You’d been stacking shelves at a supermarket 3 hours ago and now you were about to accept a follow request from Harry Styles - like the same man who you think about every night before bed and yet know barely anything about.

“Oh fuck it.” You clicked accept and then followed him back, switching your phone off and throwing it down onto the bed.

“Did you..”

“Yeah.”

“So…”

“Yeah.”

Then you started to freak.

It hit you that Harry Styles could see all of your instagram photos - even the ones you were tagged in. Then you questioned whether he would even bother to stalk you? Was he that kind of person? How did he even find you in the first place? You had 489 followers to his near 50 million, so it’s not exactly like he just saw you appear in his notifications - you didn’t even follow him until 30 seconds ago. Let’s say he did see your photos, what would he see? For starters there’s the photos of you and your parents dogs and then just your parents. There’s you on the beach and you in the snow. There’s you with friends and still some posted of people you didn’t like anymore. It was okay.

“Do you think he’s wanking off to that picture of you in your lingerie?” Heather broke the silence.

“What?” You looked at her baffled by such a question.

“You know? The one you just posted like two days ago because it was body positivity week at the gym?”

Fuck.

You’d completely forgotten about that photo and you scrambled quick for your phone. God, you couldn’t let Harry see you like that. You’d felt really, really, good when you’d posted it, dressed in your black lingerie from Victorias Secret, but now you were insecure that Harry could’ve looked at the photo and… well, vomited maybe?

“Oh no, no, no.” You repeated as you went back onto Instagram, only to freeze. “Holy fuck balls.”

If your mother heard the tone of your tongue from the past 5 minutes, she would have you strung up on her washing line by your toes. Okay not literally, but something similar.

“What? What’s happened?” Heather pressed, nosy to the current situation.

“He liked the photo.”

“He what?” Heather shouted, a shit eating grin on her face.

“Oh my fuck he liked the photo.” You put the phone on the bed and got up off to stand up, pacing whilst your rubbed your hands over your stressed temples. “He liked the look.” You repeated to yourself, trying to convince yourself that this was actually happening.

Harry Styles had seen a photo of you in your lingerie. That is not something you’d ever thought you’d ever say, but there’s the fact. Like he’d seen you - your body. You paced the length of your bedroom, completely in your own head wondering where you’d go in your life past this moment. Crawling under a heavy rock to live forever sounded pretty good right now though.

“Have you done freaking out yet?” Heather asked sarcastically, watching you pace with your phone in her hands.

“No. Yes. Maybe. Is this an acceptable reaction?” You stressed your hands through your hair and cupped your hand over your mouth in shock that this was genuinely happening.

“So I shouldn’t tell you that he’s also sent a direct message?” She asked rhetorically, making you stop wearing a track into your carpet.

“He…”

“Yeah.”

“Saying?”

“Do you want to sit down first or…” Heather asked, clearly concerned you weren’t handling this all very well.

“No. I’d rather just collapse afterwards.” You nodded your head, egging her to continue.

“Okay…” She rolled her eyes and returned her eyes to the screen to start reading out the message. “Y/N—”

“Oh jesus.” You interrupted, clutching onto your desk chair as your legs went weak and you had to sit down. Heather laughed at you before continuing, her eyes lighting up as she skim read the message.

“I hope you’re having a lovely day. I hope you don’t find my follow request or liking of your photos too creepy or forward, it’s just I think you’re really beautiful and ever since I heard about you I just had to know who you were. If you don’t want to reply, that’s alright I understand, but if you would like to know me a bit more as I would like to get to know you then feel free to call me or just message back. If, however, you are already seeing someone I apologise for this message to both you and your partner. Wishing you all the best, H. x”

Breathe check. Yes, still breathing.

“Y/N?” Heather asked, noticing you were struck still.

“Okay…” You let out a shaky breathe, doing some internal meditation to try and calm the buzzing of nerves that were rushing throughout your entire body.

“Y/N?” Heather snapped you out of your attempt of peace. “What do you want to do now?”

“He called me beautiful.” You smiled at her she smiled back, happy that you were happy.

“He also said he had heard about you from somewhere?” Heather asked, having picked up on that important bit of information.

“And he wants to get to know me.”

“Yes, okay lover-woman, let’s focus here.”

“Right, yes. Focus.” You nodded your head, still in a dreamy daze.

“Should we call him?” Heather asked.

“Are you out of your goddamn mind?” You threw your hands up in the air, which shocked you both. “Woah, sorry. Do you seriously think he’s going to want to listen to me paralysed at the lips? No.”

“So, text?”

“Text, yes.” You sighed, coming to sit on the bed next to her and draft a message back to the man who was about to change your life.

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[peachiimilquetea]

Hii bestie congrats on reaching 50 followers! 🥰

Can I get a scenario with Iida with the nsfw prompt #28? I hope I did that right

Tysm you deserve it! ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

“𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫” + tenya iida

a/n: no lie i think im gonna pass out bc of this concept. i actually put my phone down and had to take a lap around my house i had a lot of fun writing it and even tested out doing a mood board of sorts instead of a character gif just to see how i like it

contains: switch!iida, fem!reader, mutual pining, slight dub con? (not really but tagging just in case), oral (m + f receiving), cowgirl, doggy, tenya is always prepared, friends to lovers, porn with some plot, cameos from momoroki and izuocha, one l bomb at the very end

length: 2.8 k

a/n ii: this was lightly proofread and grammarly works wonky sometimes so please let me know about any mistakes!

adjusting your dress for the 4th time you looked in the mirror.

you looked good, that much was true but was the dress too much? you had never worn a slit this high and the tight fit wasn’t as forgiving as you were used to, but the girls had insisted that you looked amazing.

“iidas gonna drop dead when he sees you!" mina exclaimed and momo agreed. the rest of the people you sent photo inquiries to said the same thing with the same amount of enthusiasm.

looking at the clock there was nothing you could do now. he would be at your place any minute.

the itinerary for the night was very straightforward, go to the charity ball, smile for paparazzi pictures because you were hanging off the arm of the number 6 hero, and have fun for the night. the routine had been the same ever since the first time tenya asked you to be his plus one for a ball.

“i would rather not impose on midoriya and ochako’s relationship by asking her and yaoyorozu is already taking todoroki. please, ____, just for the night?”

and you agreed, not knowing exactly how far things would go. it became a regular occurrence then; anytime iida was in a bind and his family forbade him to go to an event alone, he called you and you obliged him.

you felt your phone vibrate in your purse and glanced out the window to see iidas car.

i guess i lost track of time you thought as you gathered your things and made it out onto the street.

i guess i lost track of time you thought as you gathered your things and made it out onto the street.

iida was already making his way out of the car to open the door for you, and you smiled at gentlemanly he always was. you missed, however, the way the tips of his ears lit up as he drunk in the way you looked, eyes locked onto how high the slit on your dress was.

you missed the way he swallowed hard at the thought of being with you, like that, for the rest of the night. the same you missed the other obvious tells of his feelings for you.

the drive over to the event was peppered with small talk and music. you noted that iida was being more quiet than usual but you didn’t think anything of it. sometimes people just didn’t want to talk.

taking iida’s hand you stepped out of the car and onto the red carpet. the flashes of light and camera shutters surrounded the both of you as you smiled, waved, and posed. this was always your least favorite part. tenyas hand squeezed yours and he looked at you as if to say im right here, as the paps began to yell out to the two of you.

“love the matching navy blue Ingenium!”

“is she your girlfriend?”

“when are the two of you making it official?”

“is it true you two are engaged?”

“any plans for a future mrs.ingenium???”

opting out of answering any questions you made your way into the event hall, now holding onto his bicep as he led you to where your friends were already sitting. momo and todoroki had been the first to arrive, already talking izuku and ururaka by the bar. you spotted a few other friendly faces in the crowd like some UA teachers as you sat down to talk with them.

“still coming to these things ‘platonically’ i see,” todoroki said, momo nudging him in the side to knock it off.

you chuckled nervously and watched iida to see his reaction. he was slightly flushed but he collected himself quickly, greeting everyone before turning back to him to give a rebuttal.

“____ and i have been like this since high school. nothing has changed yet.” you didn’t miss how his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes but momo caught your attention before you could think about it to much.

“we told you this dress would look amazing on you! it looks even better with the accessories and shoes. don’t you guys think?”

murmurs of agreement made their way through the group before stopping on iida.

“what about you tenya, what do you think?” ochako asked with a knowing smirk. if she hadn’t been two people away from you, you probably would have choked her out but you gave a tight smile and squeezed his hand letting him know he didn’t have to do anything he was uncomfortable with.

“i think she looks nice in her dress, yes.”

“and?”

“and that is all.”

you felt your face fall slightly but kept yourself in check. you had loved him for so long and it stung to remember he only saw you as a close friend and a plus one in times of trouble.

the night continued on, and you could feel tenya’s eyes on you the whole time. when you went to get drinks, caught up with old hero friends, got asked to dance with random guys, his eyes never left you. after spotting you frantically trying to get away from mineta- how did he even manage to get inside?- he decided to swoop in and save you.

“would you like to dance, ____?”

you took the out he provided and his hand, saying a half-assed goodbye to your former classmate and letting yourself be led to the dance floor.

with one hand on the small of your back and the other outstretched the two of you danced, albeit a bit clumsily as the drinks you had earlier had set in.

“all that money and your parents never thought you buy you some dance classes, huh?” you teased and tenya blushed a little bit. you both knew he was basically rhythm blind, often needing you to lead whenever you danced together, and you loved to tease him about it, especially because he was amazing at literally everything else.

holding him a bit closer you swayed to the music, rolling your eyes at paparazzi that tried to be inconspicuous about taking pictures of the two of you.

it must have been the alcohol talking, but while enjoying his embrace, you remembered the question yaoyorozu had asked earlier and decided to try and get a straight answer from him.

“do you really think i look just nice in this dress, iida?”

he stumbled over his feet a bit at your words but took a breath, “i think you look lovely in everything ___”

“somehow i don’t believe that. i felt your eyes on me all night and you expect me to believe you think i just look lovely? tell me the truth”

you didn’t even know why you were pushing him so hard, or what you expected to uncover, but the way he looked so nervous as to what you were going to say next was enough proof that there was something there.

“why do you care so much about my thoughts on your appearance?”

“i want to hear what your thoughts on me are. how do you really feel about me iida?”

“t-that would be improper of me, _____.” he gulped. has she figured out how i feel? he thought as he tried to focus on not stepping on your toes.

“but that doesn’t make any sense, tenya, how would-”

“because all of my thoughts about you are improper.”

you looked up to see iida avoiding your gaze, face red, in shock that he had even drunk enough to become so bold. he didn’t want to tell you how he felt this way, but the way the silk of your dress clung to your body in just the right way, and your gold heels accentuated the curve of your legs, how could he not?

the song ended and iida immediately pulled away from you, preparing to bow to you in apology but you grabbed his shoulder.

“i apologize, _____, i shouldnt have-”

“tenya… lets go back to your place.”

tenya almost blew his engines out right then and there but he swiftly took you around to say your goodbyes. the tension between you could be cut with a knife as you told everyone you were heading out early with tenya’s hand on the small of your back.

the drive was filled with your hands wandering across various parts of his body, the effects of the shots you took with kirishima now in full swing. you weren’t drunk of your ass but definitely tipsy enough to get handsy with him while he drove.

his hands gripped his steering wheel like a vice, knuckles turning white while his face turned bright red. neither of you could fully process that this was happening, but you kept moving, making your way all the way up tp to iida’s penthouse.

the interior was spotless, just the way you remembered it. you kicked your shoes off at the door and watched iida move past you and into his kitchen to make glasses of water for you. he took his suit jacket off and placed it on a chair at his island, muscled flexing underneath his dress shirt.

he had just gotten bigger as he grew older, surpassing his brother and father in height and stature. you couldn’t peel your eyes off his exposed forearms and almost didn’t answer when he offered the glass to you.

“we need to sober up before we talk about this,” he said and took a seat. you opted to stand, and the two of you sat in comfortable silence. the water was refreshing and you felt a little bit clearer mentally after having some. the situation began to sink in.

because all of my thoughts about you are improper

“i have improper thoughts about you too, you know,” you spoke up, breaking the silence and making iida almost choke on his drink. a few beats passed before he answered back.

“you do?”

you nodded, “want me to show you?”

closing the gap, you cupped his face in your hands and brushed the strands of hair that had popped out of his hairstyle out of his face. you kissed him and the warmth spread from your lips to throughout your whole body.

iida was shaky at first, but caught his footing, grabbing you by the waist with both hands. you could feel him inching lower but not quite grabbing your ass, presumably to stay respectful, but you moved a hand over his and moved it to where you wanted it, eliciting a groan from him.

the dominant force set in stone, constantly changing with every hard kiss and thrust of your tongues, but you ended up winning out, pinning tenya against his own penthouse window.

pulling away and breathing hard you studied his face. he was breathing hard as well, still flushed, looking disheveled in the neat way that only tenya could. his hair, previously slicked back, was messy and ruffled, glasses hanging off the bridge of his nose by a thread.

“are you sure you want to do this, _____?” he asked, voice hoarse.

you didn’t answer him. instead, keeping him pinned against the window, you knelt in front of him, grazing your nails on his thighs and making him shiver. he weakly attempted to pull you back up, but you slapped his hand away and made quick work of his pants, letting them pool around his ankles.

“_____, you don’t have to do this-”

his breath hitched as you grabbed at him, stroking him slowly and gently, gauging exactly what he liked. his eyes were screwed shut above you. is this a dream? he thought. it definitely felt like one he had had many times before, waking up sweaty and painfully horny to an empty bed and cursing himself for even thinking that way about one of his best friends.

but fantasy was steadily becoming a reality as you continued to jerk him off, pressing the occasional kiss to his balls here and there.

iida was a mess, trying to keep himself upright and avoid fucking into your mouth with reckless abandon. when you began to suck on his head gently he almost lost his footing, having to grab the back of your head as gently as possible, in a desperate grab for balance. he cried out, thankful that the entire apartment had been soundproofed for security as you took more of him into your mouth.

“fuck! _-_____, im going to cum if you continue like that- pleAsE- i don- i don’t want to just yet”

you pulled off him with a pop and kissed him one last time. grabbing his hands, you led him to his bedroom, lightly pushing him onto the bed. you were the one calling the shots here.

you stood above him as you watched him get comfortable on the bed. he looked so cute like this, muscles tense and waiting for what you would do to him next.

“i don’t think its fair that im still fully dressed, do you?”

puling the zipper of your dress down, it pooled at your feet and you had never felt more powerful in your life. the look on tenya’s face was priceless as he kept opening and closing his mouth tryint to figure out exactly what to say. you had forgotten you had o forgo panties for this dress until now.

he settled on a low and breathy youre beautiful, as you crawled on the bed next to him, straddling his waist.

“what now?” he asked, hands sliding up and down your hips, squeezing lightly.

“now you get to fuck me, tenya.”

he captured your lips in another searing kiss, moving your hips to grind up and down on his length.

“c-condom!” he choked out and you sat back, letting one of his free arms rummage around his his nightstand for something. he sheathed himself rather quickly, holding your hips up and aligning himself with your entrance and looking up at you for approval.

bracing yourself on his stomach you sank down on him on one go, eliciting a long groan from the both of you.

“god, youre so tight and wet for me,” he murmured as you started to bounce on him slowly. meaty slaps and slick sounds intermingled with your groans and whines. he was hitting you so deep and you were taking him so well.

suddenly, it was like a switch flipped, and tenya lifted you off his cock, flipping the two of you over and pressing your face into the mattress. his hands smoothed over the globes of your ass, middle finger tracing a stripe up your exposed cunt.

“you wanted to hear my improper thoughts about you? I can just show you instead.”

while you had been enjoying flustering him and being in control, you couldn't ignore the heat pooling in your stomach at the way he handled you so much rougher. he was a man starved, finally getting to feel you clench around him in ways he had only dreamed and making the most of it. he held onto you like he thought you would disappear, rutting onto you and pressing kisses up and down your spine.

“aH, t-tenya!”

he rutted into you at an almost bruising pace, reaching down to rub your clit, making you push back against him.

“i let you have your way with me all night, i think its my turn now.”

pleads for him to go faster and babbles filled his ears and yet he continued, knowing he would not cum until you did.

the pleasure was building impossibly high in your lower half and you knew you would cum soon.

“i-im close- ten, please. make me cum on your cock!”

tenya kept up the pace and a few seconds later your orgasm hit you like a freight train, washing over you in waves that seemed to get more intense. iida continued his ministrations, racing to his own release. he came with a low groan very shortly after and almost collapsed on top of you, but he feebly held himself up by his forearms.

panting and sweaty you shifted to turn around and look him in the eyes. i looked absolutely fucked out as you reached up to wipe some sweat away from his brow. tenya leaned into your touch, slowly lowering his face onto your stomach and holding you around the waist in a giant bear hug.

“tenya! you’re all sticky!” you giggled, threading your hands in his dark hair and scratching at his scalp.

he hummed, content in your hold and trying to ignore the gnawing in his stomach that told him the two of you needed to talk about what just happened.

“_____,” he started, but you cut him off.

“i… love you tenya.”

a dopey smile crossed his face as he held you closer.

“i love you too,” he murmured into your skin, exhaustion catching up to him. pressing a final kiss to your tummy, he let sleep overtake the both of you.

you could deal with specifics in the morning.

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[spidernerdsblog]

Hi 🙋‍♀️I have a request if u take them. Cud u write sth about Tom Holland x singer reader and the reader is performing at the Grammys or sth and the performance and song and costume is like really seggsy and Tom gets jealous??? Idk 🤷‍♀️ Sorry to bother u I just love your writing

Sorry this took me so long was at a lack of ideas. I strongly believe Taylor Swift’s reputation deserved a Grammy. So I'm borrowing her album for the reader. Hope you like this.

Pairing : Tom Holland x Singer! Reader

Warnings : angst, fluff, jealousy, suggestive theme, missed typos

Mini Playlist : Endgame by Taylor Swift, There’s nothing holding me back by Shawn Mendes

Baby I'm jealous

You and Tom were seated at the back when your limo pulled over at the venue. You could hear the commotion from the inside even though you have walked numerous red carpets by now but it still seems to be a little nerve racking to you. Especially when this is the first time Tom is accompanying you to the Grammys which is going to be a big deal for the media. The security personnel opened the door and as you stepped out of the car you were flooded with flashing lights from the cameras. 

Tom held out his hand for you, you slipped your arm into his and walked with a dazzling smile posing for the cameras “you look amazing, darling” he knelt down to whisper in your ear. In the meantime a lady journalist came forward to ask you a bunch of questions. 

“So Y/N three nominations this year, how are you feeling?” 

“Well it’s always good to be back here and share the stage with all these talented artists as usual I’m excited and looking forward to the night” you answered.

“We see you have brought company this year” she remarked which had you blushing.

“Yeah, I couldn't think of a better company than him on this very important occasion” you said bashfully tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Tom, what do you have to say?” she poses the question to him.

“Uhh I mean she has always been an incredible singer and her songs are the reason that made me fall in love with her in the first place” he replied looking proudly at you.

“Aww you both are adorable. Wish you the best” she said before leaving.

“Thank you so much” you thanked her, walking inside the auditorium and sat on your designated seats. There you were met with lots of your friends from the music industry as you said hi and chatted with them for a while.

“Hey Y/N how are you?!” you heard Shawn from behind as you turned around and went to eagerly hug him. You and Shawn were really good friends from the beginning of your career and you have always been supporting each other’s works.

“I’m good, how are you?” you chirped.

“I’m fine now” he remarked cheekily and went to sit beside you as you started talking catching up on each other totally ignoring Tom. To be honest he was a little annoyed seeing you so over friendly with him but he brushed off his thoughts quickly.

The show began and a few awards were distributed with some performances in between by different artists. You too had to perform for tonight which also included a duet with Shawn and soon your time came as you stood up from your seat to go backstage.

“Best of luck, love” Tom said to boost your confidence.

“Thanks babe” you kissed on his cheek lovingly.

“See you on the stage Y/N” Shawn snickered.

“Oh I’m looking forward to it” you blew him an air kiss and headed backstage to change into your stage outfit. The stage was set and you could hear the loud cheers of the audience from backstage. Truth to be told you always get a little nervous before any public concert but this time it was different because Tom sat there in the audience and you are more excited than nervous to perform. The lights went out and the screen doors slid open as you walked on the stage with the spotlight on you. The notes begin to play as you vocalize striding across the stage with oomph.

I wanna be your endgame

I wanna be your first string

I wanna be your A-Team

I wanna be your endgame, endgame

The crowd cheered as the supporting dancers slowly entered the stage. Tom sat amidst the crowd in awe witnessing you in your full glory. You owned the stage like a queen. He knew you were the prettiest woman he has ever met but the bodycon suit you were wearing accentuated your curves all at the right places.

Big reputation, big reputation

Ooh you and me we got big reputations, ah

And you heard about me, ooh

I got some big enemies

You waltzed around the stage with a sultry look in your eyes, slightly swaying your hips making the crowd go crazy. Tom was very good at keeping his emotions under check but when it comes to you he’s a possessive man so when he heard a few men from the crowd passing comments of how hot and sexy you looked he was fuming from inside. You went on to sing two more songs from your album then transitioned to Shawn’s latest single.

You take me places that tear up my reputation

Manipulate my decisions

Baby, there's nothing holdin' me back

“Make some noise for Shawn Mendes!” you cheered as he emerged from the backstage playing the chords on his guitar and the audience screamed at the top of their voice.

I wanna follow where she goes

I think about her and she knows it

I wanna let her take control

'Cause everytime that she gets close, yeah

He sang with his gaze directed at you which didn’t go unnoticed by Tom who was looking at you both with narrowed eyes and clenched jaws. 

She pulls me in enough to keep me guessing (mmm)

And maybe I should stop and start confessing

Confessing, yeah

You joined in singing along the lyrics with him exchanging flirtatious gestures with each other. You encouraged the audience to sing along with you.

Oh, I've been shaking

I love it when you go crazy

You take all my inhibitions

Baby, there's nothing holdin' me back

You take me places that tear up my reputation

Manipulate my decisions

Baby, there's nothing holdin' me back

There's nothing holdin' me back

There's nothing holdin' me back

You were clearly having a fun time sharing the stage with Shawn as you both swayed to the beat with a wide smile and the crowd cheered you on. Tom heard  someone saying “they make a good pair” and he completely lost it. Now he was jealous even though he knows it’s wrong because you had always made it clear that you loved him more than anything but you in that ravishing outfit dancing and singing being way too comfortable around each other wasn’t helping much. 

Your performance ended after some time and Tom couldn’t be anymore happier. You were back in the audience again as Shawn couldn’t stop praising you “you just set the stage on fire Y/N! It was awesome”

“Oh shut up! You weren’t bad either” you quipped. Tom sat there silently feeling neglected at how you had time to talk with everyone except him. The show ended with you winning the three categories you were nominated for : album of the year, song of the year and artist of the year. You were elated at your achievements as your team escorted you for a photo session. You saw Tom standing at a distance and walked over to him.

“Why are you standing here? Come and stand with me” you said, grabbing his arm.

“No I’m better off standing here rather than being your arm candy” he says bitterly pulling out his arm from your hold.

“What?!” you were slightly taken aback as you looked at him in confusion.

“Hey Y/N!” your manager called out.

“Just a moment!” you told him to wait and dragged Tom to a corner.

“What the hell was that back there?” you hissed at him.

“You know it very well” you shrugged with a disinterested look on his face.

“I-I really don’t understand where this is coming from Tom but are you upset with something?” you were really concerned with his sudden outburst.

“Well isn’t that obvious? When your girlfriend brings you to a public event to treat you like a sidepiece and goes on flirting with her colleagues on stage it is naturally upsetting” he jabbed at you.  

“Are you even listening to what you are saying Tom? Everyone here are my work friends just like you have” you retorted in a hushed tone.

“Well it looked more than just friends” he bit back.

“Now you’re being ridiculous” you were totally done with him, fuming at his accusation.

“Y/N come fast!” your manager called you again.

“Yeah coming!” you replied and turned to Tom again “you know what it was actually my fault that I brought you along with me. I thought we were ready to take the next step in our relationship but it clearly doesn’t look like that” you snapped at him and walked back to have your pictures taken. You were stopped by various people, for interviews as well as to congratulate you for your win but you were so annoyed with Tom you couldn’t concentrate properly.

Towards the end of the night, you had almost forgotten about Tom’s comments as you busied yourself into conversations with different people from the industry, sipping on champagne. 

As soon as he cooled down Tom was quick to realize his mistake and tried to approach you several times, but you successfully ignored him by preoccupying yourself elsewhere. He eventually caught up to you, grabbing your arm before you could walk away “Y/N, please. Can we just talk for a second?”

“No I don’t think so because I’m quite busy flirting with each and every guy over here” you snapped, turning to walk away. He grabbed your arm again, “Y/N, c’mon love, I’m really sorry” he whined.

You whipped around “not now Tom. We will talk after we get out of here so if you will excuse me” saying so you walked away to be stopped by a reporter for another interview. The after party ended an hour as you and Tom exited the place. You climbed into the limo, quickly putting up the privacy window. Tom climbed in after you, taking a seat glancing at you.

“What?” you scowled, crossing your arms over your chest. You could tell he was really upset with what he’d said earlier. 

“Y/N.. I can't even explain how sorry I am” he started “I know I was being a dick back there and I feel terrible about it”

You leaned back in your seat sighing “you know what, I'm really tired. Can we talk about this after we reach home?” He nodded silently in agreement without uttering a single word on the drive back.

Once you got home, you walked through the living room and made your way into your shared bedroom. You sat on the bed taking off your heels and massaged your ankles. After sometime Tom joined you in the bedroom. He takes off his suit jacket and loosens his tie as you stare at him for a second. He looked so good in formal attire which filled your head with filthy thoughts. How you could have celebrated your win in a different way but he had to ruin it by acting out like that.

“Y/N, I truly am sorry. I.. I have no excuse for my behavior. It was completely my fault” he walked over to you, sitting next to you on the bed.

You sighed deeply and stood up walking over to your walk in closet. Your hands went to your back to reach out to the zipper of your dress “I really didn’t expect this from you at least. Of all the people I thought you would understand since you are in the same line of work” you said with disappointment clear in your voice. Tom hung his head low in shame.

“I know babe it was rude and totally uncalled for. I was a fucking idiot and let my insecurities get the best of me” he said with remorse.

“Then just think about how I feel when I have to watch you making out with other women on screen. I never said anything to you. Instead I always supported you and you on the other hand questioned our relationship just because I was singing and dancing with someone else who happens to be a very good friend of mine” you ranted still struggling with the zipper of your dress “a little help please?” you huffed slightly irritated and angry.

Tom bit back a smile as he walked over to you and helped you unzip your dress. He took your hands in his and pecked on them gently “I didn't mean to ruin the night for you” he apologized, looking down at your hands.

You pulled out your hands and crossed your arms “well it wasn’t that bad given that I won three Grammys but I wished you were there by my side” you said completely forgetting that you were standing there in just your strapless bra and very tiny pair of lace underwear.

Tom was eyeing you the whole time with a known smirk plastered on his face. You noticed that and looked down at yourself “oh, c’mon. I’m trying to have a serious conversation here!” you scoffed, throwing your hands in the air. You shook your head in annoyance and grabbed the black silk robe, tying it around your body.

Tom was broken out of his trance as he walked over to you, placing a hand on your cheek “Y/N believe me I’m really sorry. I wish I could take back all the horrible things I said to you. You didn’t deserve any of it. Sorry for being such a jerk to you”

Your expression softened as you held his hand gently “well I’m glad to hear that. And even if I try I can’t stay mad at you for a longtime so apology accepted” you said with a smile. 

“Thank you darling it would never happen again I promise” he says stroking his thumb on your cheek bone as he leaned in, pressing a kiss to your lips “and I mean it” he stated a hand reaching up to untie your robe as your robe fell open, your breath hitched “though it was slightly your fault too, how do you expect me to not get jealous seeing you with someone else looking so bloody gorgeous in that outfit?” he hooked his index finger under the silk on your shoulder, pulling the robe down slowly, leaving a trail of goosebumps on your skin “but I’m really sorry” he whispers in a husky tone. 

“Then prove it” you looked at him challengingly, a smirk tugged at the corner of your lips. Without any further delay Tom crashed his lips to yours effortlessly lifting you up by your thighs as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

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[echos-newlegs]

So this is an NSFW Alphabet for Echo requested by @smallandangrey . They requested a Tech one as well, and an Echo fic so 😳 expect some more stuff.

I am still working on other requests in my inbox as well! Dw. Just worked on this since it was easier for my tired brain. Hopefully I can write an actual one-shot tomorrow 😌💕💕

No tags since this is strictly nsfw and I don't wanna make the tags uncomfortable 😳 idk it's late and I'm overthinking lmaoo

Echo NSFW Alphabet below the cut

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Since the citadel Echo has been real into affection. Especially with you. It often grounds him and reminds him that he's there, you're there, this is real. This is happening. So when the two of you finish he is almost always pulling you close to him. Though it did take some warming up, since at first he was really worried he'd hurt you or make you uncomfortable with his mechanical limbs. 

After sex he just enjoys a good cuddle. He Especially loves it when you let him lay his head on your chest and you hold him. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

After the citadel incident he's never really been into anything on himself. He'd have to say his eyes or his mouth. Since you always say you love his eyes, and his mouth seems to bring you the most pleasure from sex. Though I do hc only his thigh down were blown off in the explosion. He still isn't too sure about it since after citadel he lost a lot of his stamina and he doesn't last as long as he used to. 

On you, I see this hc a lot but it honestly makes sense to me. Don't ask why, but he is a tits man. He enjoys the softer, sweeter things in life. So your tits? Small or big? Sheesh he's on 'em like they're his will to live! He could lay on them, squeeze 'em, or even suck on them all night if you let him. After you got him to open up about what he wanted to try out. Which again- took some time. But he admitted he'd like to fuck your tits. It was awkward at first for him, but he absolutely nearly died after. Especially since that was probably the shortest he'd ever last with you. He just completely lost it, especially when you licked some of the cum that got on the corner of your mouth. He swears his soul left him for a second after that. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He's not too into messes, but he does enjoy Cumming on your chest or your stomach. Echo doesn't really want to even try and risk accidentally impregnating you. Even if you are on the pill. Tech explained to him how even condoms AND the pill can backfire in numerous ways, and now he's just not risking it. So he normally just cums on your chest or. If you're okay with it, he'll finish in your mouth. Which also has him going absolutely nuts. 

As for yours? He loves it on his tongue. Eating you out is one of his favorite things to do, and when you cum from JUST his tongue? Absolutely heavenly for the man. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) 

Echo would be interested in trying out toys I fell. Especially with his mecho hand. He'd find add ons that gave you pleasure. Or was just enough to just tease you with. I feel like he would also have a dirty photo of you saved for just him when the two of you are apart. One that you don't know about so it just adds to his own thrill. 

 E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Echo at first after the citadel is fairly rusty. If the two of you were together before then he's really insecure he won't meet the expectations like he did before he was in stasis for almost over a year. If the two of you weren't together he's still insecure, but at least he knows that you don't know how he was in bed previous years before. 

He does in fact know what he's doing. His arc twin is Fives, and I am sure that door told him stories and hooked Echo up with at least one or two beings in their lifetime. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Since Echo is a tits man he likes you either on your back, riding him, or fucking you with a mirror in front of the two of you. The way your tits bounce mesmerize him and he loves having his mouth or hands on them while the two of you get nasty. What drives him absolutely feral is when you ride him and bring his hands up to your chest. Then squeeze your hands over his his while they squeeze your breasts. Absolutely divine. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It really depends on his mood. Echo has more of a sarcastic, dry sense of humor. So if he is feeling it he will crack a joke here or there, but not too many. If you two are having sex after a long mission where he thought he wasn't going to make it out(or if he didn't think you were, if you travel with tbb.) Then he's normally more serious and sappy while he fucks you slowly into the night. Reminding himself that he has you and you have him, still. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Echo is pretty well groomed. He doesn't like a mess, and plus it's too itchy for him when it gets too long. So he always keeps it trimmed down. Never shaved, since for one, he doesn't like the feel of it growing back. Then two he just doesn't like himself with no hair down there. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Echo is normally pretty romantic especially when it comes to sex. He doesn't fuck to fuck, he fucks for love. He normally only sleeps with people he has an absolute attraction to. Someone that he knows won't hurt him. Or at least believes they won't. So he normally does his best to keep the moment romantic and perfect for the two of you. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Echo normally doesn't jack off too much. He usually waits to come home to you so the two of you can actually help each other feel good. Rather than a hand and his imagination. Though, if he does get a nasty picture of you? He won't hesitate to use it if the mission lasts longer than usual or he's extra stressed out from his crew mates. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise Kink: this boy will absolutely love you all night long, the more you praise him. Even simple things like "that feels so good," "you're so amazing," and stuff like that will push him further to make you feel absolutely angelic.

Not sure if this is a kink or what you'd call it, but man would die if you gave him a lap dance. Echo loves taking care of you, but when you take care of him?? He feels like the luckiest guy in the galaxy.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He prefers the comfort of a bed. Where the two of you have time to appreciate everything you give each other. There has been a rare occasion or two where he gets a little handsy at 79s after a few too many drinks and a guy flirting with you. Where you find yourself getting fingered in the corner or fucked in the bathroom. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Echo loves it when you wear lingerie. Even if you don't think you look good in it he thinks you're absolutely beautiful no matter what. And if it's blue or white he goes feral. 

If you kiss him in front of someone hitting on him. Or hold his hand when he's being hit on. Show any signs that he is yours and you are his, he's probably going to take you the moment you two have time. 

Another big turn on for him is when you praise him throughout the day. Man can't resist it. Especially when you say it in a dirtier tone and act all innocent when he confronts you. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Bondages is a bug no from him. From all the times in the war he's been held in restraints, or he's witnessed his brothers and Generals in restraints he can't stand them. He can't even handle you in them. It triggers something in him that ruins the mood for the both of you. 

He doesn't like the thought of knife or gun play. If you or him are getting hurt in the process he won't do it. He may spank you playfully here or there, but that’s about it. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He honestly prefers giving over receiving. He loves it when you're a writhing mess and gripping at him or the sheets for dear life. The taste of you and the sound of your lewd moans has him nearly creaming his pants. Plus he just loves the satisfaction of knowing he can make you come undone like that. 

He isn't against you giving him oral here or there though. Some days he loves it, especially when he's stressed out and you just drop on your knees like some sort of gift from above. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Echo prefers a more slow and sensual pace. He loves making it last as long as he can. He is definitely one of those, "this could be out last time. Let's make it last." Type of guys. So expect more love making than fucking. Though there are time where he'll give you a good fuck. Maybe one of the nights where he does try and dom. Though it normally ends with you sitting on his face because he absolutely loves it when you do. If you suffocated him he would die a happy man. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He isn't too fond of them, but he isn't against them either. If he is doing a quickie he'd prefer to make sure no one caught you two. He'd probably die of humiliation.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Echo will only experiment if you recommend something new. As long as it isn't really messy/gross, the two of you stay safe through it, and restraints and blind folds aren't a part of it he's all good for it. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

After the citadel he lost a majority of his strength in general. Before he could last about 3-4 long rounds. Now he's lucky if he gets 2 in. He normally doesn't last too long either. Though after time he does begin to last longer and you're able to finish with him for the most part. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

His hand. As said above he uses his robotic hand for sex quite a bit. He adds on accessories. Anything to make his partner feel absolutely euphoric. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Echo enjoys teasing here or there on his end, but you can normally work your way around it. One simple please and he's normally doing what you want. You have him wrapped around your finger for the most part. 

He normally despises when you tease him. Mostly because he just hates begging for anything. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Echo is a talker and a groaner. He loves muttering sweet nothings in your ear, and will also praise you to the moon. Especially if you praise in return. He grunts and groans to the point the rest of tbb tease him about it til he's flushed red and trying to.make up excuses. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He would like to try sharing you. He knows his brothers like you and has thought about sharing you with one or two of them at a time. He would take charge through it, since you are technically with him and not them, but he just thinks it would be exciting and fun. He doesn't know how to ask and is too anxious you would hate the idea to ask, though.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Echo lost a lot of his muscles while in stasis. He is slowly gaining that and his color back though. Along with getting upgrades for his prosthetics. Like an actual hand that Tech built for him. As for his dick, it's average clone size. Longer and thicker than the average person's.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His isn't really too high. Even once he gets used to the fact that you love him and his body, he doesn't really have that high of a sex drive. He controls himself pretty good and doesn't really even need to jack off much unless he's really stressed. That doesn’t mean he won't initiate sex with you the moment he sees you after a long mission though. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He for the most part tries to stay up, playing with your hair until your asleep above/below/beside him. Wherever the two of you decide to cuddle against one another. It's sort of his way of making sure it's all real though. Some nights he is the first to pass out though. 

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