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wintersera · 9 months

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I just need anything g!p heejin or jinsoul, they have been FILLING my brains lately. I CANT

sub g!p jinsoul x dom f!reader

notes: have been a jinsoul stan since 2018 and i haven’t seen much loona smut in a while so this ask is saur perfect MWAH anon lemme give u a smooch <33

cw: cute desperate subby jinsoul, dom reader, oral (giving), uh dick grinding, teasy reader, g!p idol.

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you two knew each other from your time as trainees back in bbc BURN THAT FUCKASS COMPANY. years go by and you see your best friend finally debut under the group loona. what she didn’t know is that you thought of her constantly, months into your friendship you were falling in love with her and then more months go by and you’re thinking lewd thoughts about her. she’d often wear these shorts during practice showing her perfectly thick cock through the material, wanting nothing more than to take it out right here right now and give her the best head she’d ever have. but anyways unfortunately for you, you never made the cut, eventually leaving the company for good and training under a different label trying to make a name for yourself. due to this you weren’t able to contact soulie at all :(( feeling empty and lonely without her presence, and because of that shit ass company she was in, contacting her was nearly impossible and you knew for a fact it would take ages for you to even text her again. you couldn’t bear being away from her at all but since you guys were training, her being a soon to be idol at that time, you chose to never confess your undying feelings for the sake of her debut and the sake of your sanity.

years later you debut under hybes new girlgroup ‘le sserafim’. although you knew the chances of seeing jinsoul again were slim, a small hope in you wishes you’d bump into eachother in the waiting rooms. maybe the world was against you, never seeing her during her own promotions. god, you missed her so much.

and out of nowhere the gods had blessed the world, making a comeback with oec whilst you were inkigayos temporary host. luck favoured you this time. you stood patiently at their waiting room door, heart thumping in your chest. she was in there and you knew it, hearing her silly laugh probably laughing at some stupid thing kim lip was doing or maybe just laughing at her for simply making an angry face. knocking on the door your heart reaches your head, beating louder and louder and louder. focused on calming your heartbeat you don’t realise that she’s right in front of you, a silly grin plastered on her face.

“it’s been so long how have you been y/n?” suddenly embracing you in her arms. you knew she was always affectionate like this, but now it feels way more different. it felt like electricity surging through your body. oh how you missed her touch. “i knew you’d debut some day but in le sserafim? the concept suits you so much you know” a proud smile on her face. “OH also i did watch all your stages if you were wondering, you look really really good”

confessing that she found you attractive shot an arrow through your heart, well in your delusional head you definitely thought that. your one sided crush resurfacing as soon as she compliments you. “OEC 10 minutes till you’re on stage again!!!” her manager beckoning her to go back inside to get her makeup re-applied. “i’ll contact you later- wait, give me your phone real quick” following her orders you scramble for your phone, pulling it out of your pockets. “see you later” leaving with a wink, handing your phone back to you with a brand new number in your contacts.

delusional thinking does not do you well, you’d definitely have to find a way to fuck her. and of course confess your crush- but currently your mind is pretty much focused on pleasuring her first.

after weeks went by contacting her through text and stuff you finally found an available time slot for the both of you, praying to whatever is holy that your schedule doesn’t make a drastic change. she offered for you to go to her dorm since both of the other members had solo schedules that day. although you did miss seeing choerry and kimlip you didn’t mind only just hanging out with her.

you kinda got what she was thinking. inviting you to her dorm, alone. your texts often becoming quite heated from time to time, eventually leading up to you being unbelievably horny at night. you knew she was trying to get with you and you couldn’t care any less. you wanted her badly, even if it was just a fling. you needed jinsoul.

knocking on her door, you space out wondering what you were gonna do. you’re ‘hanging’ out? yeah sure you definitely are… its not like she’s grabbed your wrist and pulled you into the dorm, telling you that she needs you badly. hold on… thats exactly what she’s doing. it’s been so long since she’s seen you and she desperately wants you to fuck her. “this is really out of the blue, but you and me are close and i’ve missed you so much. obviously you can refuse, but right now i want you” heart fluttering at her confession you comply.

hands moving on their own, not even using your words, you grab her jaw making her look directly at you. eye to eye “so you want me to fuck you? is that what you’re implying?” oh poor soulie, always so defenseless when it comes to this. she’s always on the attack so why is she so submissive when she wants you? blood rushing to her face she’s speechless, fidgeting with her hair and shuffling around awkwardly, possibly trying to hide her hard on. it’s on full display there’s no chance of hiding it now my dear. teasing her came easy, you knew how her personality works and you used that to your advantage. “always so big on words but as soon as someone gives you the same energy back you’re flustered? i missed that side of you so much jinsoul”

not even making your way out of the doorway you find yourself at her chest taking off her bra smiling and drooling at the thought of her naked tits. you take things fast with her, sucking on her nipples while you’re pawing at her cock thoroughly inspecting her length. impatient, you take it out of her boxers, the tip hitting her abs creating a dull thud that echoed through you brain. licking your lips, you wonder how she tastes placing a hand on her thigh stabilising yourself as you get down on your knees. complete mess under your touch, resting her back on the front door, grabbing the back of your head and the door knob just in case kimlip and choerry happen to come back early.

sliding yourself down, trailing licks and kisses down from her chest to her stomach and to the base of her dick, pressing your face against her rock hard cock once you made yourself all the way down there. locking eyes with her you kiss the tip of her dick, precum already oozing out. her legs twitching at the sensation of it all, your lips lightly grazing against her skin. hand leaving the door knob to cover her mouth while you start working on her tip. teasing her with kitten licks, smirking at all the lewd noises coming from her mouth and from her slick cock.

“babyyy” whining out in the tiniest voice you’ve heard from her “p-please.. skip the teas-mmm skip the teasing ,y/n take me whole” begging and pouting her lips at you. although you’d go crazy on her, the thought of having her beg whilst squirming was so delicious to you.

“not just yet, i’m not done with you” standing up you drag her to the unoccupied couch commanding her to lay down, face up. taking off the black skirt you were wearing ,worn specifically for her to ogle at you whilst you bend down, letting it fall to your ankles followed by your panties which were also tossed aside. coming over to her, straddling her hips as you tease her with the view. “watch this” just hovering above her dick, you slowly hike up your shirt exposing your not so covering bra. placing the fabric in between your mouth so that it wouldn’t fall down, you take her hand, rubbing circles with your thumb to get her to relax. “want to touch?” voice low and raspy, blessing her ears.

face lighting up, her eyes widen. she’s so excited about your tits that’s so cute what the hell. “y-yeah…” stammering cutely as her hands shake, reaching for your bra. “take it off please?” asking so sweetly, you do so. eyes glued onto the way your tits fall out as the bra comes off of you. “so pretty”

as much as you wanted to pounce on her dick right now, you wanted to tease her even more. the cute dumb look on her face was so precious to you that you couldn’t take your eyes away from her every single little reaction. watching as you fondle your own breasts right in front of her you notice that her dick is standing straight up. god you want it in you so bad. but not yet. teasingly touching her stomach drawing shapes on her skin ,almost but not really, touching the base of her cock. “pleeeasee, y/n i’m so desperate for you come onnn” yet again whining as you touch her ever so lightly. “hurrryyy, i need you so bad” raising her hips high into the air trying to reach the entrance of your cunt.

“ah- ah ah” clicking your tongue at her “be patient or else you won’t get your reward” tears pricking her eyes she frowns in defeat. she’s so close but sooo far away.

holding her dick suddenly makes her whole body twitch, unintentionally making her moan your name. pressing her dick flat against her stomach, you finally press your drenched cunt against her shaft. not what shes craving but it feels good nonetheless. starting out slowly you begin to grind on her cock, feeling the bumpy veins hit your clit perfectly. using both of your hands you place them against her stomach lightly, holding her gently so that you can control your grinding.

“ahhh y/n~ keep doing that” enjoying the way your tits bounce up and down, jinsoul already feels like she’s going to cum. holding your hips helping you grind harder on her, she lets out a low groan “hnnnmg, shitt- i love you, y/n i love you so much” confessing her love for you as she cums, legs twitching as her back lifts from the couch, tightening her grip on your hips, cum splurting all over her stomach. feeling generous you lean down licking all the cum off of her abs, humming at the sweet taste. after her orgasm she’d notice that you still haven’t came. wanting you to feel good as well she lifts you up by the hips and places her tip at your entrance. “sit down… please” with a soft voice commanding you on her cock. wetness helping you, you slide herself inside your cunt, almost hitting your cervix because she’s just that big. long dragged out moans spilling from your mouth as she adjusts herself comfortably inside of you “fuck- you’re really really tight, i don't think i can move much”

“not unless i do this” flashing her a sly smile, you rock your hips back and forth slowly. feeling yourself loosen up, you begin to ride her harder bouncing and smashing yourself into her thick cock. “soulie, you’re- you’re so big aahh.. your cock feels s-so good” no shame in moaning you let yourself go wild, beginning to go crazy on her cock, you scream out her name, loving the feeling of her big dick filling your pussy up. hands on her shoulders you lean into her, arching your back so that you can fuck yourself better. missing her touch you grab her arms wrapping around your waist as you let her fuck you fiercely “mmmm.. jinsoulll, i missed your touch so- fuck.. i missed y-your touch so much ah-“ now chasing your high it was your turn to confess as you reach your orgasm “jinsoul- oh my god, i-i love you so mu- fuck, i love you so so much, gonna cum, i’m cumming ahh..” vision turning blurry, you believe your seeing stars. gripping onto her shoulders like she’s going to leave you once more, you let your climax course through your system, making you lose all sense of being. yes it was that good. helping you ride out your high, she cums in you a few seconds later, feeling your pussy tighten around her dick sent her body into pure bliss, letting out guttural moans as she spews her hot cum inside of you.

feeling the effects of fatigue, you collapse into her arms. embracing you once more you smile at her sweetness. “wrong moment.. but can you be my girlfriend?”

giggling at her silliness you can’t help but kiss her on the lips “i was going to ask you the same thing you silly”

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gourmetjello · 3 months

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könig x fem!reader : sniper hood

before we start thank you thank you thank you for the likes on my previous oneshot and also huge thanks to the people that followed me !! i’m so glad people are reading my stupid things. and i’m trying to follow back everyone that likes <(˶ᵔᵕᵔ˶)>

guys, this oneshot turned out gross. really. i was thinking about putting this in dead dove do not eat, so keep that in mind please.

anyways -> 3rd person pov and english isn’t my first language! tw !!! sexism, blood, war, beating, guns, death, detailed, gore-y and graphic description of wounds and basically anything nasty related to stuff like that. 16+ recommended. it’s probably going to be a little angsty but not sure just yet, i’m still experimenting with detailed descriptions of human feelings — i hope i’m doing an okay job!

also! if you feel like könig is your lovey dovey pookie wookie baby boy then this oneshot might disappoint! don’t read it then! i’m sorry :(

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the screams of a woman are nothing to be scared of. those rough, high-pitched sounds are always filled with pure attention-seeking and they make a man’s ears ache. it’s funny how they all think that their voice will make the other gender pity them.

it’s always disappointing to see a woman’s body laying on the battlefield — not really because people feel bad that such a gentle body had to suffer through whatever happened, but because their team totally wasted an empty slot on someone as frail as a female. they could have brought womeone who was physically and mentally stronger, someone who had more muscle on and someone that could have fought back against whoever broke their nose with a single, well-targeted slap. the blood smeared across a woman’s face was nothing but red lipstick.

why would someone be mad upon hearing these things? they are just facts, a woman could never and will never overpower a man. they might have one or two nice shots, that’s okay, but they will never be able to stomp on anyone’s face in way that will immediately break their neck. if anything, the solider under their boots will probably just pray to whatever god there is for the woman to accidentally slip and land right on them. that way they would be on the best possible road to taking advantage of them.

she always thought these statements were all wrong and that girls could dominate the military just like men do. she wore t-shirts with camouflage prints on them ever since she knew what the army was. she always played with little plastic guns instead of barbies and ponies (however she liked them, she just never wanted to show anyone her other interests in case they would stop taking her seriously!), it was all one huge picture that was basically being painted ever since she was born. every thing she did before joining the military was just one little stroke on the canvas — and when she finally wore the uniform for the first time, it was like color was added to the masterpiece.

the first time she held a real gun in her hand was when the dominant color became brown — brown, because they always had to crawl and lay in mud, dark green because they were often commanded to hide in bushes with weird leaf-like mats and blankets on top of their heads, and beige because of how dusty of a color it was. the walls at the base were painted beige, the floors were made out of some kind of cheap beige colored plastic-y material and the sand that flew into their eyes, noses and mouths oh so carelessly was also similar in color to the others.

she was convinced that a female could be just as good as a man , she was a 100% sure that she could fulfill every single duty of a man when deployed. she knew that it would require a lot of work but gosh, she just wanted to finally do what she wanted to ever since she was a little kid. she wanted to prove everyone that bullied her in middle school wrong, she wanted to show her mother that she could do just fine on her own and she wanted to show her father that she was just as good as a son would have been.

those thoughts lingered in her head everytime she was out training or just walking around the base. she’d brush her hands against the cold, hard wall to feel reassured that this was the right path, that she chose the best profession and that she was chasing her dreams right now, in this very moment. it was hard for her to admit that she slowly started to doubt herself whenever she held a gun in her hands. the targets they used in training always became a little more realistic, from a wooden sign to a sand bag, from a potato sack to a bloody gummy copy of a human. she tried not to flinch when the guts under the clear jelly flew everywhere, coating the grass in a reddish color thanks to the colored liquid inside it.

‘it’s food coloring. it’s food coloring. fuck, it’s just..’ she kept repeating in her head as she crouched next to a wall, her gun shaking in her hands. she saw someone lay next to her, it was a teammate, a co-worker, a friend, whatever you want to call it — but it was a dead person. ironically enough, it was yet another woman, she had been shot right in the liver. the puddle under her was becoming bigger and bigger, spreading towards the other woman that simply didn’t know what to do.

she was panicked, feeling her heart beat in her throat once the liquid gently brushed against her dusty boots, cleaning the beige little coating off of it. her breathing was ragged, and if you ask me, i would just call it straight up panting. she could feel cold sweat drip down her temple and she knew she couldn’t lose her sanity in a situation like this, but gosh, it was so bad. the first time she had ever seen anyone die and it was already the real deal — she knew she was weak, she knew she should have never applied for this fucking job, she should have never had the obsession with guns and soliders and the whole fucking army, but.. was she really in the wrong for thinking a girl could do it all?

coldness started spreading along her ribs and her spine as she kept staring at the dead body in front of her. she couldn’t take her eyes off of the piece of wounded, no longer breathing meat that once used to be someone she chatted with. hell, they even sat next to eachother in the cafeteria.

her entire body was trembling and shaking with fear. she tried to focus on something else, but once her hands instinctively raised her gun with the careful move she had done so many times in practice, she immediately had to let it drop down to the floor because of how nauseous she felt holding that rough tool. she felt dirty. she felt like she should have never been associated with any of this shit! regret was the only thing in her mind right now.

and then all of sudden — everything went black.

“don’t leave ya’ fuckin’ guard down, missy. gets you killed, y’know?”

she heard a deep voice that was soaked with ego and a disgusting tint of disgrace towards women in the military. she wished she would have just died that instant because she definitely didn’t need to hear the string of insults and sounds of her own bones breaking and cracking that came next. she felt someone, someone heavy stomp on her chest, and then her nose, and then — gosh, he finally stepped off of her.

“fuck.. yer’ ass still breathin’? warum bist du noch nicht gestorben, hm? dumme schlampe-“

after fighting with many of her aching body parts, her eyes finally shot open. she wanted to keep them closed, she didn’t want to see who the person was above her, but reflexes were a lot stronger than will, and there was nothing she could do against them. her eyes were filled with fear as she saw nothing but a dark shoelace dangling in front of her face, dried mud falling off of it as the man shook his leg lightly.

she felt the weight of her gun on her stomach, yet there was nothing she could do about it. everything hurt, a number of her bones were probably shattered and she felt like she couldn’t even move her pinky finger a little bit. nothing. it was like she was paralyzed.

and she wasn’t far away from reality.

the shoelace was soon out of her sight and all she saw was someone crouching down next to her. the man that stomped on her just a few seconds ago. why was he doing this?

“scheisse..” he mumbled under his breath. “you won’t die like this, this’ll just hurt more than being shot..”

..and that was when she saw him raise his gun and angle it downwards. he aimed it right at her face. his finger twitched on the trigger as he had already destroyed her frail bones, making sure that she will never even come close to walking or moving ever again, yet.. why did he feel so much pity right now? why did he feel like such a shitty person? he had most likely given her spine a few cracks, why hasn’t she died yet?

the guilt probably kicked for könig in because he didn’t see her die immediately. he already messed up when he was too slow with grabbing his gun. it was just for a split second but he saw her fear-filled eyes and her trembling pupils. her cheeks that were stained by dirt now, her pretty, feminine face made ugly and messed up with the muddy and bloody print of his shoe. her nose was crooked and leaking blood, down to the floor — completely mixing together with the spreading puddle of blood that originated from the other woman’s cold body. fuck, this situation was already as bad as it could get.

“fuck, can’t shoot ya’, missy. can’t get myself to.”

he let down his gun in defeat, lowering himself to her level once again. the blurry spheres were finally coming to life as her eyes seemed to focus on whatever huge darkness was leaning down right into her face. she finally realized it was a sniper hood hanging down and not some kind of black crow that came in the sign of afterlife or the gates of hell (because something that’s dirty and pitch black can’t possibly symbolize heaven, right?).

“jeez, you look horrible. fucked ya’ pretty face up so bad. scheisse.. didn’t anyone tell you to get the fuck outta’ military the second you joined?”

she wanted to say something. she wanted to scream, she wanted to open her mouth and give voice to every single one of her fears and frustrations but she simply couldn’t. the only hope she had was that the lunch she had earlier would just stop threatening her body already and finally come up through her mouth — as bad as it sounded, she just begged for some kind of inner force to make her vomit and finally get his face dirty with something that was even more disgusting than blood.

könig quickly acted without thinking. he basically ripped the sniper shood off of his head and rushed to hide her bloody face with it. it was a pathetic excuse of a sniper hood anyway. it was an old, ragged shirt — bleached around the eye holes for that extra intimidating look, you know? but the way the fabric was too big on her head made it look like the eye holes were lining up with her chapped and shaking lips. just as he intended it to be.

“yeah, like that.”

he quickly glanced over to the other body that was laying on the floor, he was convinced that it was already cold (which was right) so he didn’t even really bother trying to do anything with that. he wasn’t fazed by the sight of that dead woman at all. instead, he quickly scooped the girl he just gave his sniper hood up into his arms and began running towards his base, her gun left behind them on the floor, soaking in the puddle of mixed blood.

as könig held her body close to himself while rushing with her in his arms, he quickly reached up to rip the velcro strips that signaled her team off of her uniform and vest. he desperately reached down to rip the austria flag off of his body and place it on her shoulder instead.

and now he finally felt the chills through his spine and ribs the same way she did before he had attacked her — starting from this moment, he was a target of his very own squad.

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gosh! not proud of this. the writing is okay i’d say (i got to use some of my german knowledge ehehe) but it’s disgusting. i hope i didn’t traumatize anyone! (·•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ )

please let me know what i should write about next!

good night!

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eriexplosion · 2 months

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Okay I'm only one episode away from finishing this rewatch so I cannot put it off anymore. Plan 99.

Again cannot emphasize enough how if Tech is dead for real we took this side trip just to kill him because nothing else has been accomplished.

"At least we're not hanging under the car" OOF

I admit that I'm not super impressed with the idea of OHHHH THEY WENT UP AGAINST TARKIN HE"LL OUTSMART THEM because Tarkin didn't.... do.... anything. He ordered air support to go shoot them down super offhandedly and that's it.

Yeah sure he let them shoot their own men, 95% of Imperials would do that, Rampart would do that, I guarantee it.

Omega pointing out how she can't see ships that are practically right in front of them, underlining how we won't be able to see Tech fall for THAT LONG

The music for the fall is still very intense, very good, but like... this just doesn't feel permanent to me at all on a rewatch? It's not the climax, it's literally 5 minutes into the episode, and it literally accomplished n o t h i n g of value. They didn't fall off there instead they crash and fall literally 20-30 seconds later for what is presumably a shorter fall but we don't know because we don't see how far he falls.

He still looks like he intentionally flips over while falling to me, the roll of his shoulders looks intentional anyways.

There's something weirdly impersonal about this scenario if I'm honest, it doesn't feel fully tailored to Tech? In that any of them, had they fallen, hanging from a line, they would have made the same choice. And honestly, it bugs me that this doesn't close out anything for Tech, which is what makes it feel Not Permanent.

Look at Kanan for example, when he died he 1. actually accomplished something 2. was a fitting end to a very long term character arc, where from the beginning Kanan didn't feel like a worthy master, didn't feel like a real Jedi, didn't feel like he was enough, but he died in the most Jedi way possible to protect his family, the woman he loved, his apprentice. He protected them in a way that only he could have done. It had to be him.

In contrast, Tech falls because he was unlucky, and he shoots out the connector because it's what any clone would have done. Which comes back to how DBB talks about it - how any clone would want a heroic finish that lets their squad carry on the mission, and which just clicked together what bugs me about this as a goodbye to Tech. It's not one. It doesn't engage with who Tech is as a person, it doesn't engage with anything he's learned or any way that he's grown, it tells us nothing new about him. It's a trained in choice, a lifelong devaluing of himself as a person and not just a part of a squad. He's a clone, and it's what any clone would have done. As if that's the only thing he is? The only thing any of them are?

What could make it personal, and could make it feel like it really, really connects to Tech, is if he survives. Any clone would have made that choice to save his squad, but not just anyone would have survived it. It's the only thing that could make it Have To Be Him. Anyone else would have died.

Just, in my opinion this works really well as a between season cliffhanger, my godawful constant nausea aside, but if it's the last we see of Tech it's a scenario that literally does not engage with him as a person AT ALL and that is a big big issue.

They could have fudged the details and made this Tech if they wanted to show a body, I'm tempted to count down the missed opportunities to actually show him as dead for real (this but we get a clear enough shot to know it's Tech and we see one of the boys kneel down to get a pulse and have to run when they don't find one)

the POV shot of Omega getting rescued is fucking fantastic though, I LOVE the POV shots.

It's the way that Tech's sacrifice isn't narratively about saving them, it's a plot device to get Omega hurt and them on Ord Mantell in order to be betrayed.

Omega's first instinct being "We have to go back, what if he's hurt? He needs us. We can't just leave him!" is a very reasonable reaction for a kid her age but it's also one that 100% is going to be what the younger audience connects to, and she never explicitly takes it back.

Like how I connect with this as an adult, seeing a child insisting that her big brother can't be gone, is very different from how I would have connected with this as a child Omega's age. I would think she was right. (And if the interview spoilers mean anything, there's STRONG REASONS TO THINK SHE IS)

"I always liked him." "Yeah... me too."

This exchange does break my heart, same as Echo in the Marauder looking at the seat. These moments are personal, but they're also just a few seconds each before the plot begins to kick into high gear again.

Cid looking guilty and sick about what she's about to do, to the point that Wrecker spots it and asks about it.

Wrecker taking multiple stun shots to go down though, AHHHH.

"I already lost Tech, I'm not gonna lose them too." This is the closest she gets to saying Tech's dead, but 'lost' gets used for Echo too, any time her family isn't with her she's lost them.

"who knew clones are so paternal" everyone with EYES Hemlock

"I'm afraid this is all I could salvage. Consider it a gift." That explicit lack of a body, where all we know is that he salvaged the goggles from the wreck. Could be that his body was mostly destroyed (and all his armor, conveniently?) or that there wasn't one there, and because Hemlock is a manipulative fuck I'm leaning towards the second.

I'm counting this as opportunity two to be more definitive about Tech's death in two different ways: 1. Have Hemlock explicitly say that he found and has the body, but they can have his goggles as a gift (Hemlock has no need of them) 2. Use Tech's equally distinctive helmet, damaged in a way so as to be obviously fatal, plus tap into the history of using clone helmets as death signals.

Again, Tech's death is used as a plot device. It happens to get Omega injured, and it's used to manipulate Hunter. It's still not about Tech, narratively. Which you could use for some deaths, but for a self sacrifice that's supposed to mean something?

Why'd they have to use Scorch to stun Omega like that, my poor boy the Empire's done a number on you :C

Echo hijacking a walker is FANTASTIC though.

"Echo?" "Gotta be Echo."

Them taking Omega is the climax of the episode, the big bad thing, the thing that makes the music kick in even harder than Tech's fall, are you telling me that his death is fully secondary to a kidnapping, I am biting at your fucking walls I am snapping at the air like a dog

Opportunity number three to be more definitive: show anything of Tech's in Hemlock's lab. A body under a sheet with one hand out, one of Tech's distinctive gloves showing. His helmet sat on the desk, badly damaged. Make sure Omega sees and reacts to it.

Note these are the opportunities that could have been taken with extremely little change there are multiple ways to make slightly more significant changes that avoid the ambiguity.

Emerie why does the sister thing matter so much more than your multiple brothers lying all around you

Extremely funny to me that Star Wars social media did absolutely nothing with this or with Omega being captured for several months it was literally all Tech all the time.

Anyway if Tech is dead for real I will be extremely mad about how he was reduced to a plot device to make the gears turn on harming and capturing his own family tbh (plus the insane and blatant stringing along) but if they show him to me any time in season 3 all will be forgiven.

#the bad batch rewatch

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i-write-shakespeare-not-disney · 1 year

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Poprocks Family Vignettes: au where advanced technology helps Kiri and Baku have a child with both of their genes, told in non-chronological one shots.

Tipping Scales: G 3.8k- Pro heroes never fared well having families of their own. But when Katsuki and Eijirou meet Izuku and Todoroki's new adopted daughter, it sparks a conversation that makes Katsuki reconsider his beliefs.

Have My Heart: G 6k- Eijirou and Katsuki struggle to find the best way to get their child and bring them home. But when has Katuski ever given up?

Show Me How to Struggle Gracefully: G 3.4k- Katsuo has been hiding something, and Katsuki and Eijirou do their best to be patient and let him come to them in his own time.

Dabihawks

These Violent Delights: E 70k multi-chap- After some persuasion, Hawks and Dabi develop a mutually beneficial, mutually detrimental agreement to sleep together as they please. Despite the hatred they feel for each other, it's that very hatred that makes them able to be their most authentic selves around each other. Until it becomes their downfall.

With a Kiss, Consume: E 87k multi-chap- Sequel to These Violent Delights, Keigo and Dabi struggle to understand their identities after losing the things that had driven them for so long. They're more alike than ever, and with that, more at odds than they had ever been before.

Take Me Somewhere New: T 5.5k oneshot- A stranger find Touya at his lowest point and offers a hand. Accepting it becomes the best decision he's ever made.

Rodydeku

Five Floors to Fall: G 7.6k oneshot- Rody gets a new neighbor and is completely out of his element when it comes to him.

Princes and Pickpockets: G completed multi-chap- The real world never let Rody believe in fairytales and fantasy adventures, but when a strange guy drops into his life in search of a way home to a prince, he brings a little magic with him.

The Boys Back Home: T 12.7k oneshot- Izuku arrives in Otheon to visit Rody for the winter break, and discovers just how much can happen while they're an ocean apart.

To End Up With You: T 22.1k oneshot- There's a new hero world now with new guidelines and rules. Among them is a dating clause for new heroes which Midoriya Izuku signs without thought. But when Rody Soul becomes a consistent, permanent fixture in his life, Izuku wonders if he made the right call, and just how much he's willing to risk to be happy.

Pilot with a Fear of Heights: T 13.3k oneshot- Five times Rody doesn’t say, “I love you,” and one time he does.

Only Thing that Keeps Us Apart- E ongoing two-shot- When the pressures of being a pro hero and the loneliness of always going home to an empty apartment leave Izuku to lose sight of himself, he decides to return to Otheon to be with his family. There, in Rody's arms, Izuku remembers once more that he is human.

built to fall apart and fall back together: E 40.1k two-shot- By a twist of fate, Izuku finds himself face to face with Rody Soul nearly a decade since the last time they saw each other. Blindsided by all the new emotions that stem from reuniting with an old friend, Izuku tries to navigate the guilt of broken promises and mend the distance that the years placed between them. Even if they're meant to separate again eventually, both Izuku and Rody hope to fit a decade's worth of lost time within the span of a weekend, slowly unearthing the abandoned possibilities they'd left behind as teens.

Link to previous masterlist (PJO/VLD)

#bnha #mha #masterlist #fic list #rodydeku #dekurody #kiribaku #bakukiri #dabihawks #hotwings

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yourtoradorasextendedwarranty · 11 months

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So, I'm watching a show called Oshi No Ko. And the story is a pretty complicated one. It focuses on the kids of an Idol. One who was extremely famous for a long time.

This screen shot, is from the most recent episode and got me to start thinking. We really do tend to be heartless monsters sometimes. I lose my head sometimes but I will often refrain from stuff that goes further than "Fuck You" or "Fuck off". Why? Because I want to be better than the worst of the things I see around me.

I saw this and watch as the episode progressed. It focuses on a very earnest girl that isn't the most pretty and doesn't stand out well. This despite being in the entertainment industry. An accident happens on set and as some fandoms do, they went straight for the throat. Moments later you hear rumor monologue which produces these:

And when I saw these my first thought was, "Oh......she's going to take her own life". Because the scene lasted for so long. She was trying so hard to just do her best. Except even if you take this away from Japan and look around the globe, we're all pretty fucked.

We took the idea of being anonymous with us from the birth of the internet, and now we walk around with are noses in the sky as if we own everything. Now a days you can just say whatever you want. And another thing dawned on me during this line of thought. "This is why it's so easy for people to dehumanize everyone they don't like nowadays. This is why it's so easy to see a person throwing a birthday party at a park, get pissed of that they are happy and you aren't and get them mobbed by claiming 'Nazis' knowing good well they probably aren't." It reminded me of this scene from a silent voice.

This is how we see people online. Not as real life people who have their own lives, thoughts, feelings, and circumstances. We see them as invalids who if they don't placate us, they are worth less than nothing. I keep up with people online and I can separate fantasy from reality. More than I can say for so many others. And I normally do not attack people so much as I just levy criticism of their views. Mostly only when it comes to things I find important.

However, I try to flush out my point in a way that is actual criticism, rather than something hateful or scornful. I'm not saying I always succeed in that. I do try though.

If I'm being honest. People who are depressed need to not be on social media at all. They need to seek IRL help. And we need to get back to a time we saw people as people. Once upon a time, there was a notion known as "Talk shit, get hit". Because no matter how you felt, being a punk wasn't acceptable. Now, not only is it acceptable. It's promoted, rewarded, and pushed as the norm. I now understand on a more foundational level why I see people say things like, "kys" in anonymous asks or similar things.

It's because they don't understand humanity at all. Moreover, their only experiences with "humanity" are fake interactions they have online. People being bots. And not in the sense of being "fake" so much as they are constructed versions of who they think others want them to be. They are bots in the sense that they are a robot, with a mask of their own face. Programmed to look as good an acceptable as possible.

Hell.....this is frankly hard to write about. And in truth, this message may land on deaf ears. I might not be able to save anyone or make people second guess sending disgusting levels of hate to others. Hell half the time I don't think I'll be able to save myself from the bottomless well I seem to feel like I'm drowning in almost every single day. When I'm mad most times. It's normally because I've seen the effects of things i'm talking about in my own life or the lives of those around me.

Realize that no matter how much you may think you hate another person......on the other side of that screen is a person just like you. They may be ignorant. They may be stupid. They may be downright appalling. They are still human.

Now I'm going to stop writing this before I'm overwhelmed with the worst parts of myself and I'll instead leave this.

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natsubeatsrock · 11 months

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Do I STILL really believe Nalu won’t happen?

Short answer: No.

But you know that's not how we do things here.

It feels so good to be back! (sort of, at least) I know I've been away for some time. Part of it is being busy with things in real life. Part of it is mental health not doing too well. Some of my plans for things have shifted quite a bit, as you might be able to tell.

All that said, this hasn't changed.

I haven't talked about this in the proper context of the sequels. I've taken shots at the ship. But have I given this ship the treatment I'd probably be expected to?

Or, at least, have I explained my reasons for still doubting the ship will happen? Because I don't have to like that a ship is happening to believe it will happen.

Speaking of which, what better place to start with than talking about that other ship I rag on a lot: Gruvia. I've said this a few times, but I don't like Mashima's writing of Gruvia in the sequel. To be brief, the ship's focus is different from what I believe it should be. And having Juvia as an active series member has long since passed the point of straining reality.

At the same time, no one denies that Gray has decided to accept Juvia's feelings. He's come to terms with himself in this regard and will accept Juvia as a lover once the mission ends. (How are we still on the fourth dragon?) It's hard to see something like Gray wishing for an alternate universe where he's married with a kid and ask myself, "How serious is Mashima about this ship happening?" You know, as if it isn't only a matter of time.

The issue is that Nalu isn't on that level. That sounds like me being biased and denying the reality right, especially if I listen to certain people.

But let's compare these two ships and what's happened to them in the sequel.

When the gang visited Fairy Nali, their version of Juvia was the catalyst for Gray being as open with Juvia as he's poised to be. Fairy Nali has its own Nalu, but nothing meaningful came from it. Natsu got jealous because of Lucy, but that's not brought up again and doesn't affect anything.

They go to Edolas and see their alternate-world kids. I'll grant you that Natsu and Gray want to bring their "kids" to the Earthland. But what else happens? I mentioned what goes on with Greige already. Ashley talks with Lucy about the possibility of a future romance with Natsu, but she's not meaningfully moved by it.

Come to think of it, there was a similar conversation to that when they were on the Earth God Dragon. Lucy heard Touka had a romantic interest in Natsu. Her response wasn't one of jealousy. She figured it wouldn't go well once she heard about it. (It's almost as if she knows that Natsu isn't currently interested in a romantic relationship if he ever will be.)

Nothing showed that more than the one moment I've talked about the most from the sequel: Natsu and the women in his heart. The fact that Natsu's bunch of women is canonically juxtaposed with Gray's feelings for Juvia shows that Mashima's taking this ship as a joke.

To be a Nalu shipper, I must believe one of a few realities. It's possible that Natsu does have romantic feelings for all these women and can't decide between them. You know, despite Wendy being in that bunch. It's also possible Mashima, being in tune with fandom, is trying to appease fans of Natsu's most-popular ships, even outside of Nalu. It wasn't as if I expected anything involving Nali in the sequel. My theory, which I alluded to when it happened, is Mashima making a callback to a sketch he made a while back. That would explain why Mira and Cana were there but don't talk. They weren't in that old sketch.

I can't say for sure what this moment is supposed to mean. But I know that this isn't helping Nalu's case as a romantic ship. Not just because it's multiple women. Not just because Gray's only interested in Juvia. Natsu's focus in the matter is that Yakune put his friends against him. Not women he's interested in romantically used to distract him.

By the way, I'm sick of having to say this after eight years of having this blog. But I guess some things never change. Characters being put in awkward potentially sexual positions isn't proof your ship will happen. At best, it's a cheap gag that could reveal characters' feelings through their reactions. At worst, it's one of the most annoying tropes of the medium we love and want to take more seriously. Lucy wanting Natsu to touch her anywhere doesn't hold the kind of weight I'm annoyed to know so many fans want it to have. That doesn't matter how real or fake Lucy or whoever else is.

But what tells me Nalu isn't likely isn't any of that. It's not anything involving Gruvia or chapter 71 of the sequel. I don't think I'd say this a few years ago. But the thing that sells me against Nalu is Jerza. Of course, this isn't to say Jerza happening would jeopardize Nalu. But Jerza has been making strides toward becoming canon.

A few years ago, I concluded that Erza would never willingly leave Fairy Tail, even to be with Jellal. That means the only way Jerza could happen would be if Jellal accepted his actions as being forgiven and was willing to join Erza to some degree. This could be joining Fairy Tail or some sort of mutual partnership outside of it. Mind you, this was for how I was thinking of how to pair them in rewriting the series. (Also, thank "Kidnapping Erza".)

Now, what's happened in the sequel?

Awkward and annoying as it is, Jellal put his past behind him. At this point, it's more a matter of conviction, similar to Gray not using Iced Shell. Erza invited Jellal to join Fairy Tail. He's currently considering the offer and isn't too enthusiastic about it. But if the guild was willing to accept Gajeel destroying the guild and stapling Shadow Gear to a tree, Jellal's not too far from being accepted by the guild. Not because Tower of Heaven isn't objectively worse. Because if the one person in the guild hurt by his actions is willing to accept him, no one else has any reason to reject him. Especially considering she might become the next guild leader if Makarov dies (again).

And all the while, they genuinely get flustered at the idea of being in a relationship with each other. The notion of a Jerza romance is treated as all but a certainty by characters familiar with them multiple times in canon, including the the past few chapters we’ve got from the sequel. As far as I can tell, no one operates under the assumption this ship isn't happening. Nothing has convinced me this shouldn't be the case.

What can I say of Nalu in this regard?

It's one thing if I question whether or not Nalu will happen. I've never seriously liked it and have outright said it won't and shouldn't happen multiple times for multiple reasons. In years past, I probably would point to that and call it a day. But, if there’s any benefit to being away for the past few months, I’ve had time to justify something crazy.

For the past few years, Nalu fans have questioned if the ship will happen. People who like the ship genuinely wonder if Mashima will make the ship happen or if they're right to doubt its prospects. I've seen this all over the internet, not just here on Tumblr. It’s a question people bring up on Reddit. It’s mentioned in places like Youtube and Twitter.

And as much as people will reassure them that it's going to happen, this isn't true of the other ships in the Big 4. As a fandom, we're convinced Jerza will happen. We're convinced Gruvia will happen. No matter how people feel about them, I don't see anywhere near as many people questioning these ships happening as Nalu. Gajevy's already happened, and we know how that's supposed to go.

And, to be honest, this has been amazing to notice. Going from everyone taking Nalu for granted to seeing the whispers of Nalu not being as possible genuinely makes me feel so vindicated. When I made my big post about Nalu years back, I was terrified someone would tell me I was wrong and tear down my post as idiotic. If I were to remake that post now, I'd have so much fewer worries making the post. Even making the sequel to that post after Mashima’s supposed positive comments about Nalu at NYCC was so much easier knowing they weren’t meant to be.

It's almost a shame that I've all but run out of things to say about the ship. At this point, there's not a whole lot else for me to say but "I told you so, idiots" to the people who doubted me and those who agreed with me. It's not unlikely that something new will happen that requires me to talk about Nalu between now and Mashima's final decision on the ship. Something always comes up, be it a moment or something in fandom. Some Nalu fans may reply to my posts, and I'll answer them. But nothing to change how we all view Nalu will likely happen for some time.

Is Nalu possible? Yes, Nalu can still happen as long as Mashima's still writing the series. I don't think that a canonized Nalu will look anywhere near as interesting as the fandom wants to believe it would be. However, it's not as if Nalu is entirely impossible. I said that when I made my first long post about Nalu. (I didn't in the sequel because I figured the series was over.) I said that when we learned Mashima didn't plan the ship originally. I still believe that now, despite everything that I've said.

While nothing is set in stone, I'll enjoy all the salt from the Nalu fandom.

#fairy tail #anti nalu #i'm back!#well kind of #i'll start posting a bit more soon #i've got a lot to catch up with #few things #one: play hi-fi rush #two: watch the new spiderverse #three: i haven't caught up with the ez anime #four: mashima needs to slow down #five: my work situation has been a mess #but how are you doing?

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wonderinglostsoul · 1 year

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Chapter 2: Criminal Minds fanfic

Here is the continuation of my fanfic. All chapters are available on wattpad

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: You are an FBI agent with a past and you were about to enter the BAU.

Trigger warning: BAU stuff like killing, violence, assault, mention of rape and suicide. I tried not to get too graphic with the description

Master List

You arrived in the BAU. Hotchner told you to follow him in his office. He opened the door for you. You enter the office, still holding your bag. You seated on the chair infront of his desk while he seated on his chair. He just looked at you. His eyes curious, he put his hand on his face, index finger stretched to his temple while the rest of the fingers closed on his cheeks.

“I am sorry, I know I should have followed orders and…” Hotchner stopped you from talking.

“I wanted to know why being a sniper was not part of your resume. What is real and what is not in the information that you provided us.” His eyes furrowed

“I cannot disclosed any of it because I did not even write what’s inside that folder.” You told him

“Then what can you tell me?” He asked.

“Since you already know, I am a trained sniper. I go to that building to do have a full view of the suspect and his targets. I was not supposed to shoot, but I saw that our men started to go down so I made the decision by myself and shoot. I take full responsibility.” You put your badge and ID on his desk and stand up.

“Where are you going?” Hotchner asked. You were puzzled by his question. Isn’t it that he is the one who is eager to get rid of you?

“I am not dismissing you yet. So you can take this for now. You did a great job on this case and I think we can use your skills on our advantage. But I cannot unforeseen what happened today. You will not act on your own. If you have an idea like surveillance or snipping you have to ask for my permission. You will be on desk duty and will be under my supervision during the case. That is until I know that you learned your lesson. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.” You answered. Sheepishly.

“Good and you can call me Hotch. You can go home now and rest. There are some paper works that I want you to finish as soon as possible.” He gave out a small side smile.

“Thank you, Hotch.” You answered, standing up. You stretched out your hand and he shakes it. You can feel a low electricity but you think it was just your imagination. You went out of his office and saw everyone looking at you. You go down and talked to everyone. Telling them the same thing you told to Hotch. Reid made a comment about snippers and the distance that they can shoot and you mentioned that you were able to shot a target that far before. They were curious about your job before but you cannot disclosed much of the details.

They move on to the next topic like what they will do during the weekends. Morgan will be renovating a new home. Reid will be seeing some play that was almost 5 hour long. He is asking everyone to come with him but everyone is turning him down. He also asked you but you also made an excuse. You are not much into theater play anyway.

During the weekend you just do the same routine. You go for a jog in the morning. Have a breakfast at home if there are leftovers, if not you grab a coffee at on the way home. Then you will clean the house, read a book or ran some errands. It is rare to have you meet up anyone during this time.

During this weekend there were no urgent case which is so rare that everyone cannot believe it when you all arrived on Monday. Everyone was happy because a whole uninterrupted weekend. When Hotch arrived he was smiling ear to ear. The dark circle under his eyes minimize as well. You can see that he was well rested. He called you to come to his office so you followed behind him.

“Please sit down. I need your help to run through some case files. You have to find out which case needs our urgent attention.” He ordered you and you see a high stock of pile beside his desk.

“Sure.” You answered. While getting some files you thought of having some small talk. So you asked him about his weekend.

“Such a nice weekend huh. I heard that it was a rare thing in BAU.” You asked studying him.

“Yes it is, a one whole day is a miracle enough but a whole two days? I could not believe it either.” Hotch said while getting a pile on his own.

“So how do you spend your weekend.” You asked.

“I spend it with my son, Jack. We went to his soccer practice, then go to the zoo then the amusement park. The little guy had a blast.” He said while opening one of the case file.

“It sounds nice.” You said. You headed to the couch with your pile and settle it to the table.

“How about you.” he said peaking through the case file he was reading. “How do you spent your weekend.”

You were startled with the question, you did not expect that he will have interest with what you do.

“Ahhmmm, Just the usual. Jogging in the morning, cleaning the house, doing the laundry running some errands and then I capped it with a wine and good book.”

“Thats it? You should have just come to Reid’s play.” He said smiling.

“Hmmm, If I want to sleep I’ll do it at the comfort of my own couch and not on those steep theater chair.” You smiled. And another rare thing happened, Aaron Hotchner actually laughed on that. You gave a small laugh as well. And then opened one of your case file. From there you both worked silently. As time past you feel a sudden ache at your back. It is because of slouching. The desk on the couch is too low. So you sit on the floor to level with the table. Hotch saw this.

“You can work in your desk if this is uncomfortable to you.” He said.

“Oh no, I am fine. And it is faster to consult you if I am here.” You answered him

“Alright” He said going back to examining some more files. You work like this for almost an hour when he suddenly called you to look at the case he was examining. when you were about to stand up, you legs got cramps.

“Aaahhh!” You said while you were in pain, holding your cramped up leg. Aaron got worried and suddenly stand up to help you.

“Are you ok? What happend?” He asked while approaching you. He hold both of your elbow to help you seat on the couch. Then he asked you to raise your legs and started to massage it. While doing this the door suddenly opened and Garcia saw that Aaron was massaging your calf. She let out a shriek and all of you got surprised.

“I am sorry, Sir. I did not know. I will comeback later.” She said, confused of what was happening.

“Garcia!” Hotch said to stop Penelope. You put down your feet at the same time

“What is it?” Hotch asked authoritatively.

“Las Vegas PD called and they have a case for us.” She said sheepishly.

“Alright, lets meet on the conference room.” He said. When Garcia, was about to go, Hotch called him again. Garcia froze at the door again.

“[Y/N] had cramps sitting here on the floor thats why I helped her to stand up and put pressure on his cramps.” He explained slowly to her. He paused for a few second and continue. “I hope it does not caused any rumor between us. Is that understood?” He said with authority again.

“Yes, Sir.” she answered, a little bit scared.

“Let’s go” Hotch said, standing up. The 3 of them headed to the conference room. Hotch called everyone to come too.

When everyone arrived at the conference room, Morgan noticed that Garcia was a little bit frantic.

“Baby girl, what happened?” He asked worried.

“Me, I am ok, I dont know anything. I did not see anything. Lets just look at the case file.” She said rapidly that you cannot understand some of the words.

Pictures of 3 girls flash in the screen, they seems to be in your age bracket as you. The crime scene was shown and the 3 girls were all wearing red dress and red stiletto. All of them was badly beaten with ligature mark on the hands.

“It seems that they were all tied up with there hands raised like this. “ You put your hands together and look at everyone. They were all looking at you.

“What?” You asked.

“Newbie, the victims look like you.” Morgan said.

“He is right, the age, hair color and some physical features matches you. Garcia, what is the height of the victims?” Reid said. Garcia mentioned a range and you are in between the range.

“Thats a stretch. I dont think that I am…”

“Rossi, what do you think?” Hotch asked Agent Rossi. You looked at Rossi and he seems contemplating as well. They were hesitant to have you join this case since you can be a possible victim.

“Its like putting a steak at the middle of a lion’s cage.” Rossi remarked.

“Come on, Hotch. I am an agent, I can protect myself and beside I am on desk duty so I will always be strapped on your side. We are also using buddy system so we can protect each other.” You said. Pleading. “And beside, I am a sniper, I dont have to be on the actual crime scene. I can be as faraway as you want. I do not even own a red dress or an stiletto” You were looking at everyone still pleading. Everyone was smiling.

“Fine.” Hotch said smiling. Teasing you “You always needs to be accompanied by other agent whenever you have to go out of the station. Wheels up in 30.”

#criminal minds #spencer reid #aaron hotch x you #aaron hotch hotchner #aaron hotch fluff #aaron hotch fic #hotch x reader #hotch #aaron hotchner #ssa hotchner #hotch x you #aaron hotch imagine #derek morgan #penelope garcia #david rossi #jj jareau #bau #fanfic

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buckbuckleys · 2 years

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weekly fic recs

yes i missed these the last two weeks but have an extra long post this week ?

- 911

Come Away, O Human Child - JustABunchOfHocusPocus

Evan Buckley is 18 when he learns about an older brother he never knew, and the lengths to which his parents went to try and save him. What they were willing to risk. What they were willing to trade. He's 18 when he learns that he he only has twelve years left before the deal his parents made to try and save his brother--the deal that cursed him, the deal that didn't even work--comes to its conclusion, and the magic that has always flowed through him so much more strongly than it should is drained by the Fae that his parents sought out.

Evan Buckley is 18 when he learns that in twelve years he is going to die.

Now, he has only two goals: do some good with the time he has left, and minimize the damage his death will do to the people he cares about. He thinks he's doing an okay job--until Eddie Diaz joins the 118. Buck knows the walls he's put up aren't the strongest, but he wasn't counting on a werewolf and his adorable son to just blow them to smithereens. But it doesn't matter how he feels about Eddie. The Changeling Child curse is impossible to break.

Isn't it?

this is LONG, and the author just removed their estimated chapter count but its still being updated regularly and has a ton of fun worldbuilding in it.

ya filthy animals - mmtion

| gen | t | words: 14403 | complete |

With Eddie away dealing with his family in Texas, Buck makes the mistake of showing the movie Home Alone to Christopher the day before a shift, where he has to leave him, well, home alone. With Taylor.

Tarantulas, buckets of honey, and revelations ensue

obsessed with the way taylor is written here, her dynamic with chris is SO INTERESTING and the fic will unexpectedly hit you right where it hurts.

A little bit of something (god, it's better than nothing) - justhockey

They’ve done the not talking thing before and it almost ruined them, almost drove both of them to edges that they wouldn’t have been able to come back from. But this - it isn’t too late to talk about this.

“Buck, I-“ Eddie tries, but then Buck is sitting up and rolling out of bed - searching through the pile of clothes on the floor to find his own.

“Don’t worry,” he says, an easy grin on his face. “This doesn’t change anything with us.” (Or, the friends with benefits fic that no one asked for.)

Silence is Anything But Quiet - stellarmeadow

Eddie fights against consciousness, but it wins, dragging him out of sleep to stare at the ceiling. He looks around the dark bunk room, but there’s no noise, no light that would have woken him up. Everything is still, dark and quiet.

He rolls over toward Buck’s bunk to see the covers pushed back and an empty spot where Buck had been sleeping. The beds are so close that, if he rolls to the edge of his and stretches, he can feel just enough of Buck’s to tell that it’s cold.

He’s been gone a while.

this fic hits a little too close to home as someone who didn’t get diagnosed with adhd until i was in my late 20s, so a lot of the mixed up emotions here are very real, but eddie’s support through all of it is the softest thing. it says in progress but these are one shots so your fine to read then without worrying about a cliffhanger.

dragged in dust (bathed in blood) - tkreyesevandiaz

I'm leaving the 118.

Or, the aftermath of Eddie's decision, and what it means for his relationship with Buck.

Life Is Just The Way You Hold Me - allyasavedtheday

The combination of recently moving house, finally truly living as a single parent – who hasn’t managed to set up appropriate childcare yet – and beginning a new job as a firefighter has meant the walls he’s so steadfastly built up around himself to hold himself together since he first came home are starting to crumble.

And of course, because the universe is always looking for new ways to fuck with Eddie, all of this stress and anxiety has decided to take the form of the worst possible symptom a single father who works 24 hour shifts could experience

Insomnia.

It’s past 3am and Eddie is scrolling mindlessly on his phone when he first stumbles across the ad. Some people, when they go online shopping at night, buy things they don’t need. Like a Fitbit or a novelty t-shirt.

Eddie…

Eddie buys a professional cuddler.

Eddie needs a hug and some sleep. Buck, quite literally, offers his services.

this is one of those concepts that COULD have been a crack fic but isn’t and i love that it isn’t *so much*.

it could mean something (it could mean everything) - renecdote

There is time for one decision.

The truck is going to hit the ground. Hard. Can’t avoid that.

Buck wonders if crashing down on top of a firetruck will hurt more than a firetruck crashing down on top of him. Then he stops that thought. There’s no time.

Think.

5x18 and bts inspired speculation fic. For BTHB: near-death experience.

carry me, carry me (home) - renecdote

I don’t feel well,” he manages to say, feeling strangely distant from his own voice. It’s a realisation that blooms with the words: he doesn’t feel well. He… hasn’t really been feeling well all day, now that he’s putting the pieces together. Little things, easy to ignore things, easy to dismiss as anything other than illness things; but now they’re all hitting him at once, taking him out at the knees and leaving him to shatter as he falls. Except—Eddie. Arm around his back. Holding him together—as together as he can be right now. Buck is sick, Eddie (and Maddie) looks after him.

Hardest Hit from Feather's Kiss - Princessfbi

Chimney says that Eddie’s been moping,” Maddie said airly as she fixed herself some breakfast. He vaguely remembered a Chimney on the roster when Buck had maybe googled Eddie’s name after he couldn’t sleep. If it was because he couldn’t stop thinking about the way Eddie’s hands curved over the slope of his waist, then that was between him and his search engine. “Since when have you been talking to a hockey goalie?” “Since you and the hockey power forward went and drunkenly made out on the dance floor,” Maddie said as she settled a plate of breakfast in front of him. “Eat.” Hockey/Ballet AU Hockey Player!Eddie Diaz and Ballet Dancer!Evan "Buck" Buckley

- batfamily/dc comics

Exit Strategy - smilebackwards

Batman needs a Robin and Batman has a Robin. Tim is just extraneous now, vestigial. He’s a bandage over a healed wound. He doesn’t know what he’s hanging on to.

Or: Tim didn’t expect his exit strategy from the Batfamily to involve quite so much bonding time with Damian over Wayne Enterprises bureaucracy.

this is one of those fics where i look at my favorite characters and go... HUH maybe you’re more similar than i thought. but i loved tim and damian’s reluctant bonding in this so much.

Fix This by lurkinglurkerwholurks

In which I break Tim physically and Jason emotionally and make them deal with each other.

#911 fox #fanfic #fic recs #dc comics #batfamily #it's the way exit strategy is so similar to buck and ravi during peer pressure for me tbh #as always please lmk if anything is wonky with the links!#past weeks are found in my fic recs tag!#weekly fic recs

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Tuesday, March 5th, 2024!

1:07am: Just going to keep journaling so I don't go insane. My ex keeps jerking me around and I can't continue to care. He's so wrapped up in his own emotion, he will never be capable of actually being a good friend. He never asks if I'm ok or tries to make casual conversation, it's just all about him and his constant state of drama. I just can't relate to him anymore and I can't continue on the way I've been trying to. There's literally not much I can control or change about this situation, I can only be responsible for how I react to it I guess.

On another note, I finished my laundry! Tomorrow I will get up, take a shower, shaving is not necessary I just need to clean myself so literally no pressure. Drink some water, take my vitamin, hang out with my cats. Probably take a tums bc my farts are DEADLY rn and I don't know why RIP. If I do shave it would probably just be my coochie tbh. Some light weed whacking lmao. If I keep farting like rotten eggs I'm definitely not making any man plans tomorrow 🤣 I cantttttt haha

I think tomorrow I might clean out my closet now that it's clean?? There's so many items I never wear tbh. Maybe shave up to my knees and get a pedicure?? Maybe go on FB marketplace or thrift for some nightstand things or some dollar tree cubbies for this stuff I've had on the floor forever. I just randomly remembered my coats are in my trunk and I feel like I'm gonna forget where they are. Maybe return those things to the library omg and go to bath n body works and get real deodorant and laundry detergent

So many thoughts going through my mind omg I just had diarrhea while writing this 😭 please go away tummy problems. I wonder if it was me pounding tajin with my margarita I literally don't know.

I need to figure out where I wanna take myself out to before the show tomorrow! Aaaaa so many possibilities!! This week has already been so perfect and it's not over yet! I love my life! It's so crazy to love my life after going through so much trauma but here I am, stronger than ever!! :) I'm so proud of myself ❤️

8:57am: Nah tell me why I got on tinder this morning (early bird 🤣) and damn these guys are just ehh. Idk how tf I'm ever gonna take any of them seriously again. I'm just pretty hardened after everything, not really in a bad way, but in a needed way if you ask me. I feel like I don't know what I'm looking for lol I feel like if you know what you're looking for, you go out and pursue it?? But idk so it's more challenging. Tbh I just want to have fun like I'm in my fboi era fr. Curving dudes when they get serious n shit 💀

9:40am: ok time to get up lmao. I'll find a guy eventually so actually no rush 🤣 I got my two little furry boys and that's what really matters. I want to get all gussied up today just bc I can. Lil man bawling his eyes out not being able to speak to me anymore bc he knows he fucked up is a crazy way to live. Having to live with the guilt of cheating on someone.... Couldn't be me 🙄😂

I get to continue my life knowing that I'm a bomb af gf and anyone would be damn lucky to have me (once they get to know me!) if I don't meet people then they'll never know! I got ppl who don't even speak English wanting another date fr.

11:02pm: I'm just gonna keep shooting my shot until something sticks I think. I really do believe it's a numbers game anymore, if you talk to 0 ppl or put all your eggs into 1 basket likeeee you're not going to get far and it's gonna take 500 years, 100 years to even get a date at that rate. I wanna be like that girl who went on what 50 dates in a year?? Like go off queen 💅 at least you'll have 50 stories to tell if nothing else haha, plus I need the practice ong.

I like the journaling instead of trying to text him, it's so much better. N+T were right, he just needs to learn his lesson, that's so sad your friend literally had to say that about his best man like if my MOH turned out to be a flaming bag of shit like how embarrassing (for the POS) and seriously sad and fucked up :( .

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Idk House the character in the early seasons is just so much different from who he is later it almost feels like he's canonically out of character?? I loved the arc with Stacy not because I was rooting for them to work out, but because it gave me so much insight into who he is, how he feels and processes things .. it shaped my opinions and sympathies toward him for the entire rest of the show, which is exactly what writers want. They want to give the viewer a compelling story, a reason to root for the underdog.

Knowing that for every season after the second one they just sort of forget about her and how that impacted him, it bugs me. (It bugs me that he got shot multiple times and that's never discussed in any way again either.) I think house is a phenomenal show with lots of amazing characters, but they do so little to build them over eight years that it's insane. We see glimpses, partial conversations before they run out of dialogue and just have house walk off with a lightbulb over his head and that's infuriating!!!! How many times was he having a good important conversation with another character and it's just interrupted by the other plot line? That doesn't feel like good writing, that feels like sloppy writing.... "I don't actually care about House's progression. We'll leave it up to audience interpretation."

But I am interpreting it !! And I find it so insulting to be virtually gaslit after the fact. Where's the guy who's equal parts scary and intimidating as well as genuinely concerned for kids and others who get ignored or overlooked? The guy who's willing to protect patients' privacy by lying to others, the guy who willingly sacrifices his license, to save lives because he believes it's just the right thing to do, no questions asked?

I love that house is the Sherlock of the medical profession. That they got back to who Sherlock was based on, a doctor Sir Doyle knew, but I don't care more about the cases than I do House! Let's call it half and half. Because I care about his trauma around his parents, I care about how that affected him, I care about how he loved Stacy in what honestly sounded like the best thing from the mentions we got from Wilson and even Stacy/House themselves. I care about House being presented as this autism spectrum character, with ocd, with a brilliant memory, an amazing ear for music and all these other things. I care about how he lives for drama between his fellows and on TV, how he loves to play it out in real life too. It makes him interesting and layered and fascinating.

But why is him getting better, moving on, finding if not happiness then self acceptance so impossible to the writers? Why do they keep falling back on "but remember he's an addict! He's always been on this path to destruction because we wrote it this way" I'm sorry but you gave up. You ran out of ideas, or whatever it was, but no. You can't keep going back and forth that he has people in his life that are there for him and then there arent. Or that he's able to overcome his addiction, or he's not. Life isn't that black and white. He was clean for almost two years. Why did that mean nothing? Because with how involved everyone is with each other's business, I can't believe that nobody was celebrating his milestones, Wilson encouraging him, checking in on him.

The idea that his psychiatrist made him pass his own personal exam before he was willing to sign off on him going back to medicine, only for that whole character and concept to just disappear less than a complete season later is just??? That's not "realistic" that's dangerous and extremely unlikely given Doctor Nolan's intuition for House's case. He knew House was just as much a danger as he was an asset to the medical community, but he also knew House desperately needed mental stability and that that specific fact was what determined the side of the coin he landed on, house being good insane or bad insane. Maybe the fact that House stormed out after declaring that this year was a waste and not helpful should have forced him to alert Doctor Cuddy? Warn her that House shouldn't be allowed to practice medicine while in a fragile state? Encourage him to get back to therapy, if not with him then another doctor.

I think that the cases were fascinating, and I loved the clinic stories. But it's clear they were grasping at straws, doing the same old. Purposely making main characters miserable simply for the sake of it. If they didn't know where to go next they should have just tied everything up nice and neat and said the end. Maybe someone could come back with a movie later or reboot idk idc but don't try to drag your characters through the mud.

#house md #gregory house #just my thoughts #ramblings #oh look i wrote another essay about this show 🤦🏻‍♀️#i really do love the characters so much i sound very negative in this but i hope that comes through #love the characters not necessarily every plot

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I posted 1,759 times in 2022

That's 839 more posts than 2021!

12 posts created (1%)

1,747 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 1,754 of my posts in 2022

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#words - 143 posts

#happy tag - 96 posts

#art - 91 posts

#doctors can't change rule number one - 77 posts

#film - 77 posts

#otp: hey. do you wanna do something weird? - 75 posts

#current events - 55 posts

#queer as in fuck you - 53 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#that one rick speech from the season finale about rick and morty forever except it's ren and pink tagging each other in the same posts forev

My Top Posts in 2022:

I’m never going to get better at linking fic, but let’s try.

Title: it’s very far away (but it’s growing day by day) Rating: T Ship: Stede/Ed Tags: Episode: s01e05 The Best Revenge Is Dressing Well, Hair Brushing, Touch-Starved, Intimacy, Pining, picking out clothes is something that can be so personal, Missing Scene Summary: The episode 5 missing scene where Stede gets Ed ready for the party.

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the manic pixie dream girl in OFMD

feyburner on twitter posted this absolutely incredible insight:

and i added my commentary on twitter, but i wanted it on one block here:

OKAY BUT THIS IS SO GOOD BC the broodingly soulful man is too intellectual and/or aware of his own narrative, which causes his angst. the antidote is manic pixie earnestness, but the manic pixie HAS to remain unaware to be the antithesis of postmodern over-awareness.

Elizabethtown, 500 Days of Summer, Garden State, Scott Pilgrim: all feature a hyperawareness of trope and the brooding man frames everything in terms of story, narrative, arc -- just like Ed. they're trapped by their story but don't have the tools to write something different.

in Elizabethtown the woman LITERALLY gives the man a map to navigate out of his current life. at the end his choices are to follow the map home or go a new direction, and he's able to choose new direction bc he's sufficiently rejected rationalism and embraced emotion

in 500 Days, though, the man's still trapped in his head, and therefore trapped in the narrative. he can't give up the power being aware gives him; the very last shot is him looking to the camera and winking. he's still in control, but at what cost?

it's a reductive binary understanding of "male" rationalism vs. "female" emotionalism, ofc, but there IS something to be said for a balance between both, and the trope is really more about the male writers trying to escape what they know to be toxic masculine traits

what happens when you, a man, are fucking tired of being A Man, when inside you feel soft and bruised like a mishandled plum, when none of the exclusively men around you seems interested in anything other than hyper-masculine posturing? how do you escape?

the answer comes thru MPDG's lesson on self: there is no escape. you can't hide or run. you have to make a permanent choice. and the choice CANNOT BE merely choosing to be with MPDG; the choice must be about the man's self and future, one that he can't hide from the other men

Ed latched onto Stede but it doesn't actually help if Ed can't internalize those lessons. Ed wanted to run away to China, but that's not changing, that's hiding. the MPDG doesn't represent escape, they represent transformation.

Blackbeard transformed into Ed through MPDG power, but Ed wasn't ready to be Ed in front of Izzy. As long as Ed remains scared of what other men think, he hasn't fully embraced the emotionalism of the Manic Pixie Dream Stede

That will be his arc in s2: reading off the map Stede left in his heart, finding his way to his real self, and then choosing himself, for himself, not for anyone else

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how to raid (according to Stede Bonnet)

Don’t go in the first place; you were just landed gentry, but you’ve been around the aristocracy enough to know what this is going to be like

But if you have to go...

Maintain your backstory

Be boring in a calculated way to draw attention away from yourself; don’t under any circumstances try to impress these people

Let your crew pull off a flawless scam in the back room; why pillage when you can get them to hand you their money?

If When they hurt one of your own, shift to the offensive

Weaponize the servants: treat them with dignity, promise them revenge, listen to them, and let their information inform the plan

(No one will see it coming, because they never see those they consider below them; you know better than most how they treat weakness)

Trick the aristocracy into tearing themselves apart; why attack when you can get them to hand you your victory?

Make no attempt to put out the fire

Make no attempt to save any of them

When you leave, you’ll only have so much time before the fire spreads. Don’t loot; instead, use that time to ensure all the servants make it off safely

Give all the money you scammed earlier to said servants; make sure to point their boat in the direction of the nearest port

Destabilize the world economy by letting a massive ship full of England’s .01% sink to the bottom of the ocean

Turn to your best friend and smile. You’ve been wanting to do that for a very long time.

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"i'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies" from "take me to church" is the izzy hands thesis statement, i will not be explaining further

85 notes - Posted July 29, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I’m on my “Stede has it in him to be just as ruthless as Ed, it just manifests differently” bullshit and I am in need a gifset of Ed saying “it was the fire that killed them” juxtaposed with Stede rowing away from the on-fire ship of aristocrats as they throw themselves into the ocean to escape the flames. because I CAN’T STOP THINKING ABOUT THE PARALLEL.

So the first scene, where Jack puts Ed on blast for lighting that ship on fire and leaving the crew for dead, is a stark slap across the face for the viewer: neither Ed nor Stede are reliable narrators. Ed is lying to himself and Stede about who he is.

BUT SO IS STEDE. AND SO IS THE SHOW. So much of this series is from Stede’s POV, which we know is massively flawed. Because while Stede looks mildly horrified at the story, he’s already done the same thing -- three episodes earlier.

While Ed and Stede have a lovely little moment rowing away, in the background there’s a massive ship burning up, with no help coming, and all those people are going to die. It’s a moment of objective POV: here’s what’s really happening. But then the ship blurs, and we enter subjective POV. Importantly, it’s Ed’s POV -- Ed, looking over at Stede with a furrowed brow. Ed knows what’s going on in the background. He’s fucking Blackbeard, and he’s left a ship to burn before. He knows. And when Ed says, “When you cut loose, you really cut loose,” (probably thinking something along the lines of, fucking hell, this guy is pretty chill with all this murder), Stede doesn’t apologize. He says, “Thanks.”

And, very importantly, no one looks back. Not even once.

Stede is a Gentleman, but he’s also a Pirate.

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#wish my ofmd hyperfixation had lasted a little longer but what can you do #it'll surely come back next year tho #next year has ofmd AND good omens content; god help us all #about me #tumblr culture

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summercourtship · 3 years

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Hiya! I read your recent Pinhead one-shot and adored it, your writing is so good. Can I request a Ghostface NSFW one-shot where he call’s his next victim but she happens to be masturbating? And they end up having phone sex. I would really appreciate it and if you do please let me know if you take payment or even if I can give you a tip! <3

Oh my gosh thank you so much! I actually gasped when I read this request, I fucking love this idea I hope I did it justice lol. I still get kinda insecure when writing smut even though I've read some not-so-great erotica and still be turned on by it so does it matter? Either way, practice is practice haha.

delicious (nsfw, 18+)

danny johnson x reader | warnings: phone sex, dirty talk, degradation, | note: the title comes from the charli xcx song, somehow not a tswift song for once! | word count: 1.8k

Perhaps your mother had been right in not allowing you to have a phone in your bedroom growing up.

But perhaps it was that very same denial that made you determined to have one in your room when you lived on your own, living out a childhood dream of being able to chat to friends on your own phone in your own room. Not that it got much use, with you rarely being home enough to answer calls and it being even rarer for your friends to even bother calling.

The phone became more like a bedside decoration than serving any real functional purpose in your life, except for when you wanted to call in sick to work or order takeout from the comfort of your own bed. You forgot, it seemed, that phones could actually be kind of a nuisance.

It had been a slow week of long hours at your work, and every class you took seemed to have major assignments due within the past three days. You could’ve cried from relief when you finally got home and had the freedom of the weekend in front of you. You didn’t envy the students pouring their way into parties and bars, though you might have felt a twinge of nostalgia for when you were one of them.

But just because you weren’t going out didn’t mean you couldn’t enjoy the rest of your night and have some fun with yourself. Once you were out of your work clothes and into your chosen sleepwear for the night (which was simply a big t-shirt), you plopped onto your bed, all the stress and tension leaving your body as soon as you hit the soft surface.

You roll over onto your back, lazily running your hand down your body. You don’t waste time messing with your chest, instead moving directly to your underwear, slipping your hand inside. There was no need to tease yourself, after all.

You had just begun to slowly circle your clit, feeling a bit more sensitive than usual, when the phone started ringing.

Your eyes snapped open, hand still in your underwear. At first, you barely recognized the sound of it, only knowing that the piercing tones had interrupted your alone time. But once your tired and horny brain fog cleared- if just slightly- you glared over at your bedside table.

From where you were laying, you could see the caller ID display, though it only provided you with “UNKNOWN CALLER” on the tiny green screen. You shifted your gaze slightly to your alarm clock, which dimly displayed 11:37 PM. That’s a bit late for a salesperson to call, and your friends would have been announced through the ID display, had they decided to call this late.

Ignoring the sinking feeling in your stomach and the nagging itching in the back of your brain to remember something you saw in passing on a newspaper at the store, you waited for the phone’s ringing to end.

Settling back in, you slowly get back into the proper headspace for touching yourself, resuming your slow movements. You wanted to both take it slow tonight and really enjoy it, and seek your pleasure as fast as possible, needing the release it promised after the week you’ve had.

As a compromise between the two desires, you started to pick up the pace, feeling yourself get slightly wetter from your touch.

The phone rings again.

You curse, this time sitting up and snatching the phone off the hook, but not before seeing that this, too, was from an unknown caller (likely the same one from before, you thought in the back of your mind).

“What?” Normally you would never answer the phone this way, but it was way past decent calling times, and you were fucking tired.

But in response, there was nothing. You were starting to wonder if you had somehow not picked up the phone in time for the call to go through when you realized you could faintly hear someone breathing on the other end.

Great.

One of these calls.

You were hardly ever in the mood to deal with prank calls, let alone when you were just trying to destress after a long, exhausting week. You just wanted a fucking break.

“Listen, asshole-”

“I can see you.”

You manage to catch yourself before you’re able to vocally react, instead somehow calmly looking over at your window. The blinds are shut. You don’t doubt that someone, if determined enough, could find a way to peek inside, but you doubted that the man on the phone was that pervert.

“Liar.”

On the other end, the man lets out a chuckle. And you realize, despite yourself, that his voice is kinda attractive, at least for a creep.

“Made you look.”

Scratch that. Very attractive.

Biting your lip, you lay back down, the horny side of your brain pushing you to start your movements again. You have no plan- ideally he would hang up and you would be able to fully indulge yourself, but as the seconds pass without the telltale click of the line being cut you figure this won’t happen.

“What do you want, weirdo?” You can’t help but throw the insult in, figuring he deserves it for interrupting you twice. Not that he knew he was doing it, but either way it didn't matter to you.

“You wound me.” His voice is deep and expressive, and you are definitely getting wetter listening to him speak.

“Good.” You chuckle, but it’s breathless in the way that only someone who was currently masturbating (as you were) would sound.

He’s silent for a moment, and you begin to pick up your pace, adding pressure to your movements, the occasional jolt of pleasure running through your body distracting you from the fact that it was definitely louder than you realized.

“Are you fucking yourself right now?” He doesn’t sound offended (thank goodness), but he does sound confused. You, on the other hand, are suddenly too mortified to examine his tone and you only realize this fact after.

“Shit!” You pull the phone away from your face, as if that lessens the impact of the fact that you were just caught masturbating by a stranger. “I’m sorry, fuck-”

“No- keep going.”

You definitely did not hear that right. You put the phone back to your ear.

“I’m sorry? No-”

“I said, keep going.” Oh boy. If his voice was attractive before when he was just casually talking with you, it didn’t compare to how hot it was when he gave you a command. “You had no problem being a slut before, so you shouldn’t have one now.”

“I- okay. I just feel awkward now.” All of the bravado you felt earlier had quickly dissipated once you were caught.

He hums on the other end of the line and you wait impatiently for his response.

“Would it help if I told you what to do?”

This was certainly not how you had anticipated your night ending up, but you weren’t complaining. How often would you get the chance to have consequence-free phone sex with a complete stranger?

This could very well be the only time in your entire life you would have this thrilling opportunity, and you weren’t going to let it pass you by.

“I think so.” You could hear the man getting comfortable, the rustling of fabric faint in the background on his end. You wondered if it was him getting his cock out.

“Are you still touching yourself?”

“...Yes.” You’d slowed down after you’d been caught, but never fully stopped.

“Play with your clit for me.”

“O-okay.” It was a simple and vague instruction, but something that you could quickly comply with, given that your hand had barely moved from its earlier position. You resumed stroking it, noticing that you had gotten significantly wetter since you’d first picked up the phone. Not quite dripping, but enough to signify that you were definitely turned on by the situation you had found yourself in.

“Good girl.”

Fuck. Your hips jerked at the praise, and you bit your lip to hide your moan. But you clearly didn’t do a good job of it, because the man on the other end chuckled, the sound once again going straight to your pussy.

“Oh, did you like that?”

“Y-yes.” If you were of sound mind you would be embarrassed by how quickly this man had managed to reduce you to the stuttering mess you were now.

“Put the phone on speaker, and don’t even think about holding back any of those little noises.” You rush to comply, fumbling slightly with controlling your non-dominant hand.

“Done.”

“Good. Close your eyes.”

“...Okay.”

“Are you still touching your clit?” You hum in response.

“Just how fucking wet are you right now?”

You gasped, rhythm faltering. “Very.” Your voice is breathy, shaking as you stumble over the single word. “Fuck, please tell me something- anything. Wanna hear what you want.”

“Yeah?” You can now hear the distinct noise of him jerking off on the other end, and you’re certain he must be able to hear the sloppy noise your own movements are creating. “I wanna to fuck you so hard you won’t be walk right for a week, every movement you make a reminder of how much I fucking own you. You’re mine, got that? My little slut, just a fuck toy for me to fill up.”

You shuddered, turning your head against your pillow.

“You want that, want me to fill you up?”

“Yes, please, I want your cum, oh my god,” you’re mumbling, words you don’t truly mean but your brain is far too gone to think about the things you’re saying.

Plus, he’s just a stranger, someone you’ll never meet. You can say whatever you want, it doesn’t even matter.

“I wanna make you cum on my cock, feel your tight little pussy around me-fuck,” You wished, briefly, you knew what he looked like, so you could properly imagine him fisting his cock, the muscles in his arm straining as he made himself go faster, chasing his release.

“I want it, I want it, please,” You were just saying the same thing over and over again, too close to your climax to think of anything sexier to say.

“Are you gonna cum?” His voice was strained, almost muttered out.

“Yes, yes- please I need it, fuck-”

“Then do it. Cum for me like a good little girl.”

And with his permission, you comply, continuing your litany of curses and pleas as your back arches, your orgasm crashing through your body. Gasping, eyes and mouth open, continuing to touch yourself until your body screamed at you to stop from the overstimulation on your clit.

On his end, he lets out a long, low groan as he reaches his climax in the midst of your own. In the back of your mind you wish you were more present to fully enjoy the noise he’s made, to revel in the fact that you did that to a total stranger.

Once you both have come back down from your high, the line is silent. You have no idea what to say, how to even continue a conversation from here. For a moment you contemplate just hanging up and going to sleep, but he beats you to the chase with a line that turns your racing blood to ice.

“See you soon.”

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ao3 link | part two

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Tonight || Tom Holland

Ex-Boyfriend!Tom x Fem!reader

Prompt: I was inspired by the song “Tonight” by Zayn so I decided to write a one shot inspired by it/the feeling the song gave me

Summary: Tom finally returns home to the UK after Spiderman: Homecoming Press and he starts to remember what had happened before he left and the emotions of your breakup with him start to trigger flashbacks but then unexpectedly you showing up at his door that night…

TW: Angst, Post Breakup, Light Arguing, Sassy Remarks, First Meetings, Some Fluff but only in Flashbacks, Making-up Again, Kissing/Making out, Reader has Commitment Issues, Emotional Hurt/Pain, Semi-Nudity (Honestly just Shirtless Tom), Crying

Word Count: 6,421

A/N: Italics in this specific One-shot are meant to be Flashbacks!

"Bloody hell, damn keys!" Tom cursed to himself as he fumbled between his keys.

He could already hear Tessa's faint whimpers and soft barking from behind the door as he opened it slowly. The door creaked the sound echoing as he stepped into his flat, Tessa practically tackling him to the floor. He always gave into those precious little puppy eyes of hers as she licked away at the sides of his face and he always let her.

"Who's a good girl? Tessa is! I missed you so much, my princess." He cooed at her petting the top of her head leaning up grabbing his luggage and standing up.

He let a long and deep sigh escape his lips as he looked into the emptiness of his flat. Every little sound echoed against the walls, the silence was killing him already. He decided to take his mind off things going into the bedroom, the smell of the room completely different than what he remembered the last time he had slept in his own bed. The smell of your perfume was completely gone, turned into nothing but the smell of cheap air freshener.

He tossed his duffel bag into the corner, his suitcase following as he plopped onto the bed the sheets not in a bunched up mess like he remembered them to be. Even the messy sheets reminded him of you, your body, the way your fingers would curl up in the sheets, the way you would wrap the sheets around your body after having mind-blowing sex with him. He stared at the ceiling the only thing he was able to remember was the last time he saw your face. The way your makeup was smudged and a mess but it was the most beautiful mess he could ever imagine waking up to. He wanted to wake up next to that beautiful mess every day but all you ever did was leave in the morning, the only thing being left behind was the imprint of your body in his mattress.

A tear escaped his eye, he barely even realized he was crying because at this point the feeling felt so natural. Every time you would leave him, rushing off in a hurry not even giving him a goodbye kiss. He would chase after you pleading that you stay, doing everything in his power to just make you stay, show some type of affection other than the ones between the sheets.

There was just something about you that drove him completely crazy over the edge. Despite the cold shoulder in the mornings he was still drawn back to you. He found himself scrolling through his phone calling you up even if you ignored his calls or texts, he could at least hear your voicemail message over and over, never getting tired of hearing how the words would just come off your lips. You were the one thing that made him feel complete, it filled the void in his heart and what killed him, even more, was the fact that you too knew what you wanted but kept on denying yourself of having it. You denied yourself of being able to have him, running away from wanting to feel and he always thought you would bounce back into his arms in hopes of truly starting a real relationship...till the day that you didn't come back anymore, till the phone stopped buzzing with goodnight texts and until you finally handed over the ring he promised.

The moment he saw you it was the beginning of the end. He remembers the day he met you like it was yesterday...

It was a Friday night. The clubs in Kingston were absolutely packed, loud music blasting that you could hear from miles away. Despite not wanting to be treated like a typical celebrity his manager made it mandatory he go with a bodyguard for protection. That plan failed fairly quickly when he bribed the bodyguard to leave him alone for at least two hours the most pleading he wanted to "normal" for once. Before all the fame and movie contracts being thrown left and right at him he was just your average mate. He enjoyed the simple things in life although he was guilty of liking the luxury sometimes.

He entered the club music booming, fog in the air and the smell of alcohol seems to radiate off of every sweaty body dancing. He was able to push his way through the crowd finally reaching his destination being the bar. He leaned against the counter elbows resting as he took the sight in his eyes scanning over the various faces. It was odd being the only famous one in the crowd but also kinda nice when people couldn't spot you right away either. He tried blending in like a chameleon of sorts his clubbing clothes being the most basic ones he could find since being flashy wasn't much of his style. He turned around facing the bartender waving him down as he rolled up the cuffs of his black button-up dress shirt.

"Beer, please. Whatever you got." He said quickly as the bartender slid him a beer down the counter catching it perfectly in his hand. He nodded his head at him in thanks.

He glanced down the bar counter, a little tight black dress drawing his eyes to you. As he sipped his beer the slight bitterness hit his tongue as his eyes were too focused on trailing up your legs and finally seeing your hair. Your head was turned in the other direction hair covering the side of your face as it seemed to lay perfectly in place. You shifted your legs crossing them the fabric of your dress hiking up your thighs ever so slightly. He bit his bottom lip the skin on them chapped from the cold weather back in the US when he was on his press tour. He waved down the bartender again leaning in over the counter as he spoke to him.

"Do you know who she is mate?" He asked curious to know who exactly this mysterious woman could be.

"Sorry I don't know her name. What I do know is she is a tough one. She comes here every night, orders the same drink, sits on the same stool, and always leaves alone." He briefly said patting Tom on the shoulder as if wishing him good luck.

"Thanks..." He says practically chugging his beer and slamming it back down on the counter before slowly making his way to you.

He was willing to accept the challenge, he had a thing for women who made him work for it, it showed that they at least weren't easy to get with and had some sense of self-respect. Before he could even get a word out she had turned around whipping your head in his direction. Your eye's meeting his and it was like he was a deer in headlights. His eyes widened at your pure beauty it took him mere minutes just to process how every feature of your face was just utterly perfect in every which way. You pointed your finger out poking his chest, your pointer finger making an indentation in the material of his shirt as you put a fair amount of distance between each other.

"Rule number one, don't sneak up on me." You said in a serious tone it was clear you weren't playing games.

"Duly noted. I saw you were sitting here all by yourself thought I'd keep you company." He said back in an equally as serious tone.

"And what if I don't want your company?" You said resting your head in the palm of your hand, the same brand of beer as his minutes ago was sitting next to your elbow.

"That's a good brand of beer you know, has a nice bitter but sweet taste. People say I'm crazy for coming here just to get a beer but all those other drinks are too complicated." He said avoiding your question entirely.

"Avoiding my question huh? Your the first guy to ever do that." You said a bit surprised at how stubborn this man would soon become.

"Well what can I say, I'm persistent. I at least got you talking, that's an accomplishment in my book." He says with a soft smile as he sees you slowly lower your finger from his chest taking the action as a way to step a bit closer into your space.

"You got a lot going for you, persistent and doesn't like complicated things. Most guys aren't like that." You say the faintest of smiles coming across your face but fading quickly before he could enjoy it too much.

"Funny you say that because I'm not like most guys. I know what I want and when I want it." He says as taking another step closer your facial features coming more into focus. Every curve of your face had an elegance to it and it was all-natural, nothing like he had ever seen before.

Your breath hitched when he started stepping into your personal space, but something about him made you not want to stop him. The minute you turned your head and laid eyes on him that was it. You hadn't felt that connection in what seemed to be years. You were feeling the cliche sparks that seemed to be described by every romance film. Every guy, every night, who tried to "take you home" didn't have it, they didn't have the connection as you did with this man here and now. It's as if you wanted him to invade your space, she wanted to hold him close, and she wanted to make him all yours. You never went home with anyone hoping to find just the right man and if you weren't wrong tonight might be the night he takes you home and shows you the love and care you have been yearning for.

"Persistent hates complicated things and knows what he wants. The list just keeps getting better I wonder what else you have up your sleeve." You say pushing your bangs behind your ear revealing how big and beautiful your eyes were, your lashes long and graceful giving you the perfect dolly look.

He paused for just a moment taking in your beauty, it was absolutely breathtaking. The way your eyes kept avoiding complete contact with his and darting back and forth. The way your lip gloss shined gave the illusion of your lips being plump and rosy. If it wasn't already apparent as it is your cheeks were dusted in pink from not only the alcohol but by how out of character he was making you feel, just the way his eyes roamed your body was enough to get you all hot and bothered.

"Maybe if you keep talking to me and join me for a shot, you might just find out." He said with a smile as he motioned for the bartender to give him two shot glasses sliding one towards you.

You grabbed the small glass and looked into his chocolate brown eyes despite the club lights being dark, his eyes seemed to shine the more you looked into them.

"Fair enough. So what's your name? I at least want to know who I'm talking to and what we are cheering to." You asked raising your shot glass to clink it to the edge of his.

He couldn't stop looking into your eyes, his heart beating fast as he bit his lip before speaking.

"Tom, Tom Holland. We should cheer to meeting each other, I have a feeling tonight is going to be memorable. What's your name darling?" The way he said 'Darling' rolling off his tongue his accent being fairly strong and his voice husky as he said the term.

You flashed him a quick smile before winking at him downing the clear liquid in the shot at the same time he did and slamming the glass onto the counter. You leaned in closer, your fingers tapping lightly on the fabric of his shirt and entangling your fingers in the collar as you pulled him even closer than you thought was humanly possible. Your hot breath hit his ear as your other hand brushed his reddish brown curls out of the way.

"Y/N, Y/N Y/LN. Dance with me." A smirk ran across your lips as all he could do was just raise his eyebrow in response, he was already starting to get wrapped around your finger and he had just met you. You hopped off the bar stool for the first time in a long while you were about to dance with this mystery man. You were willing to let him take you to places she could only imagine both emotionally and physically. As you grabbed his hand, intertwining it with your slender small fingers you led him into the crowd of sweaty bodies on the dance floor...

The memory of that fateful night faded fast in his mind as Tom continued to stare up at the ceiling more tears escaping his eyes, rolling down his cheeks slowly. He could hear the clicking of Tessa's paws across the wooden floor as she whimpered looking at him and she hopped onto the bed cuddling into his side and licking his cheek. He couldn't help but smile at his princess's attempts to make him feel better. He propped himself up sitting on the edge of the bed as he pets the top of her head softly, looking into her calm but sad eyes.

"At least I have you, my princess. You won't ever leave me right?" He asked letting out a small chuckle but still in a state of sadness.

Tessa just barked her tail wagging when she heard him chuckle, a sign that he was the slightest bit happy despite the situation. A sigh escapes his lips and before he could say another endearing sentence to Tessa the doorbell of his flat echoed against the walls.

"Who the heck could that be?" He questioned getting up and looking in the mirror fixing his hair and wiping the tears from his cheeks along with Tessa's slobber. He walked to the door taking a deep breath before swinging it open.

His jaw practically dropped when he saw the person in front of him, it's like someone had stabbed him in the heart as he looked straight into your face. He thought he was looking at a ghost because he couldn't believe his eyes. It was you, Y/N.

Your clothes were soaking wet, a puddle of water already forming at your feet as you stood in the cold hallway of his flat building, shivering, your skin already forming goosebumps. Your eyes met his coffee brown ones shocked, dilating almost until there was no brown left. You were equally as surprised to see he even opened the door. You were positive he would slam it in your face and refuse for you to come inside. After all the heartbreak you had painfully put him through, all the mornings you left without saying a word to him, the days when you pushed him away not wanting his arms wrapped around you, and all the times you ignored his calls and texts, the only time you reached out to him was to tousle in-between the sheets with him.

You took a step closer crossing the door frame and into his flat, you could feel the tension in the air, you could cut it with a knife. Tom glared at you, watching your every move before he could even speak to you.

"You shouldn't be here." He said sternly looking away from you, the strings in his heart-tugging because your wounds were still fresh in his mind.

You left the day before he got on the airplane to the US for his press tour. In his mind, he was hoping for a miracle. He waited until the last second hoping for the cliche moment where you would realize you had made a horrible mistake and come running into his arms, kissing him like crazy, telling him you didn't want him to leave or even that you wanted to go with him before he stepped onto the plane. You never showed up. There was no goodbye kiss, no hug just a bunch of nothingness.

"Tom...I'm sorry..." You whispered your voice barely audible.

"Sorry? Do you think sorry is just gonna cut it? Do you have any idea how much you hurt me? You don't even have a clue!" His voice rose as his fist banged against the nearby coffee table, the sound of his strong fist hitting the wood echoing against the walls.

"I-I...I don't know what else to say! These past couple of months made me realize how much I needed you. It made me realize how much I want you back in my life!" Your voice was hoarse and pained by how much it hurt being away from him.

Why were you an idiot? Why did you think pushing him away was ever a good idea? Was it worth it? Was it the fear of committing to him, giving into wanting more than just the physical with him, was it fucking worth it? No, it wasn't.

Tom turned towards you quickly, running his fingers through his curls as he let out an exasperated sigh not being able to stand seeing you shivering cold. He grabbed his coat that was thrown onto the sofa and as much as it hurt him he walked over draping it over your shoulders, avoiding eye contact with you, the slightest touch against your wet clothes was like touching barbed wire. The way both of your bodies moved away from each other, the body language, it's like as if you both were as close as strangers. Like they didn't know each other, yet you both knew every part of each other all at once.

Tom knew every part of your body. He had placed his lips on every inch of your skin imaginable. Your skin smooth and soft, not a single imperfection on it. He knew what made you tick, what made you just burst on the inside and he knew exactly where to touch you where it felt mind-blowingly amazing. It's like he knew exactly where to place his hands and what the next move would be just by looking into your eyes, he was absolutely infatuated with you.

You had kissed up and down the valleys of his torso may nights. You knew all the right places where it drove him wild, where he would moan your name over and over again begging you to let him release. There was no doubt about it that you had him wrapped around your finger and you knew it, you knew that all the control was in the palms of your hands and the day you left was the day you unraveled him...letting him go.

Tom shifted his stance as he stood far away from you, his body leaning up against the back of the sofa as you stood in the middle of his flat by the kitchen island, distant. You were so close yet so far away, would things ever go back to the way they were?

You snuggled close into the inside of his coat, remnants of his cologne still present around the collars. With the turn of your head, you could have recognized the scent. You took a whiff of it and despite your sadness, you couldn't help but remember that very day. It must have been the happiest day of your life but also the scariest one. Your fear of getting too close to him pooling at the pit of your stomach as you remembered the fateful day...

February 14th. Valentine's day. The Pont de Arts. It was the cheesiest and romantic day of the year. He arranged to have the perfect Valentine's day with you in Paris. It had been about of year since you both had decided to date but not officially calling each other boyfriend and girlfriend exactly. For a year the relationship had always been what others would say complicated. Constantly on and off. You would call him when you needed him and he chased after you constantly. At times you would give into his loving and caring arms feeling safe in them but scared. There was something about him that always drew you in from the start. Every time you tried to whisk away from him it's like you always went back. He had a hold on you like nobody else did.

As you both walked across the bridge it was sunset, the sun just the right shade of orange-yellow setting the scene to be absolutely perfect. The water under the bridge splashing at the hundreds and thousands of locks caged to the fencing of the bridge. Each lock having the initials of each couple engraved or painted on, each one being unique in its own way as if representing the couple that put it there.

He held your hand intertwining his fingers with yours suddenly spinning you into his arms. You let out a giggle, a smile coming about on your face as he kissed the side of your cheek. Soft tender moments like these were rare between you two, you always tried to distance yourself yet it's like you couldn't at the same time. The want and need of him were too strong but your fears were equally matched.

He rested his hands on your hips squeezing lightly as he walked the both of you closer to the fence on the bridge and staring out at the sunset. His breath hitting your ear from behind as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

"It's beautiful isn't it?"

"Yeah...it really is. Let me guess it isn't as beautiful as me though, am I right?" You questioned turning your head slightly. Your nose nuzzled into his collar, that smelled of the cologne your gifted him on his birthday. You looked up at him seeing a smile already appear on his face.

"You're always stealing my lines Y/N. Why can't you let me shine once in a while?" He questioned a small pout on his lips but turned into a chuckle as you completely turned around to meet him face to face. His hands still on your hips drawing you close.

"You're always complimenting me and spoiling me all the time, I do like to treat you, once in a while that is." You said with a little sly smirk on your lips as your hands came up to hold his cheeks, your nails just touching the surface of his skin.

"Just being here in Paris, on this bridge, right here, right now is enough of a treat for me. Getting to hold you like this is more than enough." He turned cocking his head slightly to the side just enough to nuzzle his nose with yours.

"You really are a charmer aren't you Tom? You always know what to say and when to say it, that's one of the things I love about you." Your voice whispered only loud enough to be heard just between the two of you, the rare sweet nothings that came and went as the days seemed to grow longer but fly by faster.

"Hmm, really? So what else do you love about me? I'm apparently such a good charmer that I was able to reel you in."

You paused for a moment, hesitant before choosing your words but the moment was just so right that you pushed your thoughts aside. Your words stuttering as your cheeks flushed bright pink.

"I-I mean the list could go on for forever, you're just so perfect. I'm so lucky to have you in my life. Tom, I'll always be yours and only yours darling." You said before pressing your lips against his soft ones savoring every moment of it like it was the last kiss you would ever give him.

He pushed your back into the fencing of the bridge, the cold metal of the locks hitting your legs. His hands roaming your hips squeezing tighter as he held you up against the fencing. His tongue swiping across your bottom lip asking for entrance that you gladly gave him. Your tounges danced in unison, quiet panted moans escaping the edges of both your lips during the passionate kiss. He pulled away slowly not trying to get carried away but his eyes always focusing only on you.

He reached into his back pocket holding a small gold lock in his hand. He reached for your smaller petite hand and placed it there.

"Will you do the honors darling?" He asked a smile across his lips as his eyes seemed to light up when your hand slowly closed around the lock.

"Of course, I will." You said as his hands de-attached from your hips and you bent down squinting trying to find an open spot between the hundreds of locks already placed on the fencing.

Once you found the perfect spot, your nibble fingers opened the lock and hooked it around the fence pushing the bottom half to lock with the top. You turned the golden lock to the side, the initials "T.H + Y/N.Y/LN" engraved into the lock. You smiled at it, a tear almost falling down your cheek but you promised you wouldn't cry, not here, not now, not ever. You promised yourself no matter how much it might hurt or how much you might have thought that you loved him, you didn't want to cry over a man.

As you stood back up, spinning around on the balls of your feet in the high heels you knew he loved seeing you in, the biggest smile on your face as you could have sworn this was the happiest moment of your entire life. Your eyes met his, slowly gazing down at his hands. He was holding a small velvet black box between his fingers. Your stomach was all in knots as you gasped putting your hands over your lips, breathing uneven.

"Don't panic darling it's not an engagement ring although hopefully one day I would like it to be one. The moment I saw this ring I couldn't stop thinking about you and knew I had to get it. Since you already said that you will always be mine I wanted to make it official. I'll always be yours too." His hands were shaky as he opened the little box revealing a beautiful opal gemstone surrounded by a circle of radiating diamonds from the center, the band of the ring the shiniest gold you had ever seen.

You were in a state of shock so many emotions coursing through your veins but your first reaction was to nod 'yes' over and over again as you were completely speechless at just how beautiful the ring was but more so how much you were falling only harder and harder in love with him. He happily took the ring out as you freed one hand from your shocked face letting him slide it onto your left ring finger. His touch was so tender and loving as he held your hand, the setting sunlight directly hitting the gemstone making it radiate a rainbow of colors that glowed.

"T-Tom I-I-..." You could barely even finish her sentence, dare you to say those three words to him, you refused, you wouldn't.

His hands found their way up to your face cupping your cheeks as he pressed another chaste kiss on your lips, the feeling of his soft pink lips would never get old against your own. Your hands find their way to the collar of his dress shirt, your fingers tangling into the fabric, pulling him closer than you thought imaginable. Your hips rocked forward in a grinding motion as he held her close not wanting to let go, the friction between them was like setting off fireworks.

He was able to pull away from your needy lips before he could get wildly lost in the kiss. He stared into her eyes once more his words almost being choked up by how happy he was in that one moment.

"Y/N...I love you..." He said his words passionately despite the pauses in his breathing.

You didn't have the guts to say I love you too, you just couldn't come to terms with the commitment. The moment was picture perfect, you didn't want to stop the fairytale you were living in. All you did was nod your head, biting your bottom lip and gripping his collar just a bit tighter. The ring around your finger already leaving its lasting imprint on your skin. All you could do was to continue kissing him in hopes of shutting him up so he wouldn't question why you never said I love you back.

"You still have it...? The cologne I gave you for your birthday?" Your voice echoed as tears you didn't even feel were already escaping your eyes and running down your cheek.

Tom was at a loss for words it's as if he could barely speak himself. He took a step closer to her not being able to witness her cry anymore.

"Yeah, I still have it...why are you even asking me that-" He was cut off by your sobs becoming louder and it broke his heart the more he kept staring at you and not doing anything about it.

He pulled off his t-shirt, leaving him half-naked, as he offered the shirt for you to sob into. Your fingers delicately grabbed the shirt a bit in shock, your eyes trailing to his bare chest. You hadn't seen him in so long, it was like he even wasn't real.

"Why, why would you keep it?! Why would you keep something that reminds you of the person you hate!" You asked your voice clearly in pain as you didn't even bother to grab a seat on a kitchen stool. Your body slowly sank onto the wooden floor of his flat, not caring that your clothes were drenched and your hair an utter and complete mess. Not caring that his coat was wrapped around your body, the smell only brought back memories you had so desperately tried to push away but couldn't. Your fingers tangled in the fabric of his t-shirt holding it close to your nose, his scent only making it harder to forget what you both had together in the past.

He decided to level with you and took a seat on the floor the distance between you both just a little bit shorter than before. His head pressed against the back of the sofa while you were only a few feet away, your back against the island cabinets as you both faced each other.

"I never said I hated you..." His words were delicate but cold, his eyes scanning every part of your body wanting to hold you in his arms. Going back to the way things once were.

"Then what do you feel...for me?" You questioned your eyes slowly meeting his from afar as you lowered the t-shirt that he had lent you.

"Even though you broke my heart and it hurt like hell, I still love you...like a fucking fool but I do..." He confessed his voice still low and whispered but you were able to hear him just clearly.

"After all the things, I did to you? You still love me?" You asked as if in disbelief that a man would be crazy enough to still love you after all the times you had ignored him, pushed him away, and practically used him for sex and your own pleasures.

"Yes, I do Y/N...stop making me say it. If you're here just for another one-night stand just leave. I don't need you to keep breaking my heart over and over again, it hurts enough just having to look at you." He said standing up turning away from you even though he could feel your eyes staring down his bare torso.

You stood up slowly, your steps delicate as you made your way towards him, your fingernails grazing his forearm as you reached out to stop him in his tracks. His head-turning to look into your red watery eyes. Your wet hair still dripping on your cold shoulders, your legs clearly wobbling and inching closer and he couldn't help but fall for the same thing all over again. As much as he wanted to push you away after all the shit you had put him through he just couldn't say no, it was practically impossible. No matter how many times he had told himself he wouldn't give in to your ways, he was only a man and he was completely weak for you even heartbroken and all. Sometimes he wondered was it easier just to stay with you or just go but that was something he didn't want to know.

His long curls bounced as he turned his head to keep looking at you the rest of his body followed facing you again. "Just tell me one thing..." His voice broke the silence of his apartment.

"Why did you never say it back? What kills me the most is you looked me in the damn eyes and said yes..." His voice slowly cracked into nothingness as he was choking up the urge to want to cry again as he felt a squeeze come from your small delicate hand.

Your lips slightly parted, a long sigh coming from them as you shut your eyes before giving him the answer he wanted.

"I-I-I thought that if I never said it back I would never get attached to you but the moment you pulled out the ring, my heart took over and I said yes. I was an idiot to think pushing you away would make me feel less for you but I only wanted you more. I spent months without you and I missed you, I actually was longing for you, something I had never felt for anyone in my life. I know that it's too late to say this and I shouldn't have ever come here but I would drive myself insane if I didn't even tell you that..."

She pauses her grip pulling him closer into her space. "I love you too."

His eyes glazed as he looks into her dark ones clearly full of passion and determination to make him believe you, your face in anticipation as to what he will say next or rather what would he do next. He broke away from your grasp leaving you standing there alone. His silence was scaring you, the knots in your stomach only getting worse as he walked off to the counter by the front door. He pulled out a box that was buried under a pile of clearly old PR mail. You knew that box from anywhere, the black velvet was unforgettable. That small smile of his as he opened the box with ease and he stood there as he had months ago done the same thing.

"That's all I had to hear...that you loved me back, that this wasn't just nothing."

Your face lit up just like it had the same day he had given you the ring the first time but now it felt so much more special, the emotional attachment, that baggage was there and you had never felt more emotionally attached to him before. Your hands went up to your mouth gasping like you had done that same day, tears rolling down your face in shock that he was giving you the ring again a second time, that he was letting you into his life to have a second chance. His fingers grabbed the band of the ring and his other hand slowly reached for your left hand just like that day, taking his sweet time to gently open your fisted hand till he slid the ring on your finger once more.

"I don't think I can ever explain why I love you, let alone how much I love you, but I do damn it. I don't want to waste more time away from you and I certainly don't want you to keep pushing me away. That ring belongs on your finger and I'll be damned if you ever take it off or give it back to me again." He says with a little chuckle as you also crack a smile. Your hand squeezes his as you pull yourself even closer to him, one hand resting on his shoulder. It's as if nothing had happened or changed, everything was the way it was supposed to be. All the pieces were fitting perfectly together so what was were you waiting for?

"Can I-?" You ask in a timid voice and before you could even finish your sentence, his lips were already on yours and it's like those magical fireworks were going off again.

His lips would always fit so perfectly into yours and he was truly your other half. Your nails dug into his skin as you were hungry for more, just to feel him once more to just to give him all the love he deserved. You pulled away just for a quick moment looking him in the eyes as you couldn't stop the stream of tears going down your face.

"I'm so sorry...I was an idiot and I let my fear of commitment ruin what we had. I don't ever want to let you go again. I love you, I love you so much you have no idea...I just hope you can keep on loving me." You whisper to him as his forehead is pressed against yours, his breathing heavy as he pulls away a bit more to see your whole face in focus. His two hands cupped your face and his thumb gently brushed away your tears.

"I never stopped loving you darling...and I don't think I ever will." He says with a smile, his eyes holding back tears as he embraces you close.

"I love you for tonight and every night after that, forever..." You whisper as you press one last kiss on his lips and all you can seem to do is continue to smile like an idiot knowing you finally have him back.

"Forever and always...Y/N." His hands hold you as close as possible as he finally takes a deep breath knowing he is finally with you and that you won't be going anywhere anytime soon.

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Daddy?

happy Easter if you celebrate it!! I've been working on this for a couple weeks!! It's the longest one-shot I think I've ever written.

word count: 5180

please please please flood my inbox with your thoughts and comments!! i want to know what you think!!!

warnings: some swearing (i think), absent birth father, single mom, nothing too serious.

“And who might this be?” He said softly, hoping that he wouldn’t frighten her.

“Tell Harry your name baby,” Y/n brushed a stray piece of hair away from her daughter's face who shied away behind her mom’s leg.

“Stella,” the little girl mumbled, fidgeting with the jeans she hid behind. He felt his heart flutter. She was just so freakin cute.

“It’s lovely to meet you Stella, m’Harry!”

“You talk funny.” The child said, making Harry laugh and Y/n gasp, scolding her daughter for being rude while trying not to laugh at her blunt comment.

“Stella Rose, that was not a very nice thing to say!” Y/n softly reprimanded.

“Sowwy Hawwy,” He chuckled, letting her know he forgave her.

Y/n is a single mom and Harry wants to be a part of the family.

Getting pregnant was definitely not something Y/n wanted to be doing at 20 years old. She had a boyfriend and the career of her dreams but as soon as the news broke, one of those things was no longer true. Her ex skipped town faster than she could even finish telling him she was pregnant, so Y/n was left to her own devices since her family was so far away.

She was a songwriter. She had worked with all the big names in the industry from Taylor Swift to All Time Low. She was known for being able to write in any genre, that’s what set her apart and why people were clawing at the chance to work with her.

And then she got pregnant. She kept writing songs until she was eight and a half months along but due to minor complications, her doctor had ordered her to stay home. So she did. She stayed home, had the baby, and raised her all by herself. Now that baby, whose name is Stella, is four years old and is traveling the world with her mom. Y/n had gone back to work when Stella was a year old. At first, she would leave her baby with a sitter, but eventually, she got to a point where Stella was old enough to come along to writing sessions and quietly color or play with toys in a corner. She really liked going to work with her mom. She got to see a bunch of cool places and meet a lot of nice people.

And one of those people was Harry Styles. Y/n had met him a few times back when he was with One Direction, had even tried to work with the band a few times but things never lined up right. But now he was making his second studio album and only wanted the best of the best to write with him so naturally, he called Y/n. Harry knew she had a kid but he didn’t expect her to bring said kid to a writing session. Harry didn’t really mind- he loves kids, but his friends had been known to curse a lot and he didn’t want to cause any harm to the child.

He made sure to give everyone a stern talking to, even though Kid already knew to hold his tongue (his little ones had repeated some colorful words a few times). He wanted everything to go right, needed it to. Y/n was more than just another songwriter.

“Y/n! I’m so glad you could make it!” Harry smiled as she walked into the studio. She smiled back, walking into his open arms for a hug.

“Thank you so much for having me, I’m super stoked to be working with you!” She said, slightly muffled by his neck. Harry looked down behind Y/n and saw a little girl that looked exactly like the woman currently in his arms looking right back up at him. When the two pulled away Harry was quick to kneel down to her height.

“And who might this be?” He said softly, hoping that he wouldn’t frighten her.

“Tell Harry your name baby,” Y/n brushed a stray piece of hair away from her daughter's face who shied away behind her mom’s leg.

“Stella,” the little girl mumbled, fidgeting with the jeans she hid behind. He felt his heart flutter. She was just so freakin cute.

“It’s lovely to meet you Stella, m’Harry!”

“You talk funny.” The child said, making Harry laugh and Y/n gasp, scolding her daughter for being rude while trying not to laugh at her blunt comment.

“Stella Rose, that was not a very nice thing to say!” Y/n softly reprimanded.

“Sowwy Hawwy,” He chuckled, letting her know he forgave her. Although he wasn’t mad, he understood Y/n had to teach her not to say things like that even if they were funny.

When Stella had settled at a table out of the way of the adults in the room with her coloring book and a juice box, the work began. Y/n and Harry sat at a piano bench ( he hoped she couldn’t hear his pounding heart) while Kid and Mitch, along with Jeff, sat scattered around the other furniture in the studio.

“So, I have a couple of ideas that I’ve been sitting on that I think you might like. You can look through this and see if there's something that catches your eye.” Y/n said, handing Harry a notebook. She tried to ignore the tingle she felt run up her arm when their fingers brushed. He flipped around the pages, noticing random little doodles in the corners and in between lines, and the somewhat messy but readable handwriting. He thought it was cute how she connected her s’s to her t’s and k’s when she wrote.

One page, in particular, caught his attention.

Golden, Golden, Golden

As I open my eyes

Hold it, focus

So you take me back to the light

I know you were way too bright for me

I’m hopeless, broken

So you wait for me in the sky

Brown my skin just right

“Is this a verse or a chorus?” He asked, pointing it out to her. She shrugged saying she didn’t really know yet but it would probably be a verse.

“I like it a lot,” He said and she smiled, picking up her guitar and strumming it to the tune she had thought of for the words. He listened and nodded along, already getting ideas for where to go next.

“I like the golden thing. I think that could be a good hook, something like we’re so golden,” Kid spoke up, tapping his fingers along to what she was playing.

“Or you’re so golden,” Mitch suggested. Harry and Y/n’s eyes widened at the same time, both looking up at each other when they heard the line.

“You’re so golden, you’re so golden…” Y/n hummed.

“I’m out of my head, and I know what you said about hearts get broken,”

“How about I’m out of my head and I know that you’re scared because hearts get broken,”

“I like that better, yeah!” Harry smiled, nodding along to the beat.

Y/n looked over 30 minutes later to see Stella had sprawled out on the floor with her arms folded beneath her head, first finger stuck into her mouth, and she smiled, breathing out a laugh.

“She’s so precious,” Harry murmured from beside you. Your gaze found his and the smile on your face widened a little bit.

“She is, isn’t she.” She said, pride present in her eyes.

“Looks just like you as well,”

“Yeah thank god, I don’t know what I would have done if she had ended up looking like her sperm donor,” Malice dripped from the end of her phrase. Y/n couldn’t even entertain the idea of her looking like the man who helped create her. That nerve was still a little raw, not because she had any remaining feelings, but because he had abandoned not only her but the beautiful baby girl who was napping not 15 feet away from her. She figured they were better off without him, yet her heart always shattered a little when Stella asked if she had a daddy like the people she sees on tv.

“I couldn’t imagine finding out the woman I loved was pregnant and then leaving her, any real man would have stayed.” His eyes were genuine, which she appreciated. Most people would say they felt sorry for her, pity dripping from their gaze, but she didn’t need pity, didn’t need people to feel sorry for her. But what Harry said was out of pity, he just honestly couldn’t understand how anyone would abandon a child.

“Yeah well, I guess I just wasn’t the woman he loved.” She said, looking back at her baby. Stella made all of that pain from when he disappeared worth it.

Harry wanted to be able to take that pain away.

---

“Hey I know it’s late, but I have this idea and I want you to hear it,” Harry’s raspy voice chimed through the speaker of Y/n’s phone. She glanced at the time, reading 1:30 AM, and sighed.

“Ok,”

“Come open the door,” He said.

“Wait what? You’re here?”

“Yeah, come on. It’s cold out here.”

“Ugh, hold on,” The woman sighed, hanging up and tip-toeing out of her room so her footsteps wouldn’t wake the sleeping four-year-old in the next room over. Her door was open and she was a light sleeper.

The door swung open and Harry stood there with a small smile on his face, burrowing as deep into his coat as he could to shield himself from the cold air outside.

“Hi!” His cheeky smile made Y/n’s heart flutter.

This was the first of many times he would show up at her place in the middle of the night.

---

Another night of Harry coming over late with a song idea he couldn’t wait to show Y/n, although now it was more he would come over after Stella fell asleep and the two would watch movies and talk, and sometimes write songs (even though the album was done).

The pair were perched on the couch in a heated conversation about whether or not pineapple belongs on pizza (it does and that is a fact not an opinion) when the sound of little footsteps caught their attention. They both looked up from where they sat at the sound of loud crying coming down the stairs, seeing a small child with tears barreling down her face, cheeks flush an angry red, first finger stuck in her mouth, teddy bear clutched tightly to her chest.

“Baby what’s wrong?” Y/n cooed, getting up and sweeping her into her arms. She went and sat back down on the couch, cradling the baby to her chest, brushing her hair out of her face, and rocking her back and forth.

“Scawwy dweam mommy,” She hiccuped into her mom’s neck, where she hid her face. Her tiny hands clutched onto her shirt, finger stick tucked between her lips.

Harry held back a coo at the little girl, feeling himself fall further and further for the little family of two sitting before him. He hadn’t been able to take his mind off of them since that first day he met Stella. He’d always had a schoolboy crush on Y/n since they first met all those years ago but knew it was one-sided when she introduced her boyfriend one of the last times they had seen each other. As fate would have it though, they found their way back to each other. Neither of them could deny the feelings they held, but Y/n was scared to bring someone into the picture because she didn’t want Stella to get attached to someone who wouldn’t be permanent. She was lucky her ex left before he ever got the chance to meet Stella, the kid had no clue what she was missing, therefore didn’t have any pain due to her absent father.

She would be lying if she said she didn’t imagine Harry stepping into that role. But she couldn’t ask that of him. He was at a time in his career where he didn’t have time to be the father of a four year old.

But life is full of surprises.

“Hawwy.” The baby whimpered and crawled off of Y/n’s chest, into his lap and snuggled her head right into him like it was where she was meant to be all along. His heart just about burst when the little girl fisted his shirt, tucking herself into him. His arms instinctively wrapped around her, cradling her into him and rocking her back and forth like her mother had been only moments ago.

Stella calms down almost immediately, to Y/n’s surprise. It usually takes her a while to console her baby from bad dreams, but all Harry had to do was hold her, and boom, no more tears.

“You alright petal?” He cooed into her hair, soothing his hand up and down her back to keep her calm. She nodded, letting out a huge yawn and closing her eyes, falling back asleep in his arms.

Y/n was astonished. Stella had never fallen asleep on anyone but her mom or her grandmother. She’s known Harry for a few months and was acting like he’d been there her whole life.

“Wow… she loves you.” Y/n whispered, not really meaning for him to hear but he did and his smile gave her the impression that he loved her too. But Stella wasn’t the only one he felt such affections for.

“Y/n....” He starts after a moment of silence, “I know this sounds crazy because we’ve only truly known each other for a few months… but I’ve had feelings for you for years. I missed my opportunity when you got with your ex but I’m here now, and I love you, and I love Stella, and I would do anything to stay in both of your lives if you’d have me. I want to be here for you, and I want to be here for her as well.” His confession shocked the woman sitting across from him.

Y/n was quiet, eyebrows furrowed in deep thought while she took in what he was saying. Trying her best to keep her fantasies of playing house with him at bay, she spoke.

“Harry, as much as all of that sounds lovely, you’re about to start press for the album and then go on tour. You’re not gonna have time to be in a relationship, and as much as I wish I could just jump into something like that, I can’t. I have her to think about…” She gestured to the toddler sleeping on him.

“She needs consistency, her life is already hectic enough.”

“So come with me!” He spouted, and then retracted a bit realizing he could wake Stella up.

“What?”

“Come with me! You two travel around already, so come on the press tour with me and then come on the big tour with me! I know this sounds impulsive and it’s probably the craziest thing I’ve ever said in my life ever, but I’ve never been more sure of anything. I know what I want Y/n, and that’s to be a part of this family. I want to be a part of your lives!”

“Harry, I-”

“Please Y/n. Give me a chance! I won’t let you down!” The gleam in his eyes shows her that he’s serious. He really does want this. Harry just hopes that Y/n can see just how willing he is, how much it would mean to him to have (what he already affectionately considers to be) his girls with him on tour.

It’s quiet, only sounds of Stella’s even breaths and the light noise of her sucking on her finger fill the room. Eventually, Y/n gathers her thoughts, mind made up.

“We’ll try it out… see how it goes….” She said, releasing a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding on to. Harry’s smile grew tenfold at her confession, reaching over and bringing her face closer to his to kiss her lips, careful not to wake the baby in his arms.

He had never been happier, Harry decides, than he is right now.

---

“Hawwy?” Stella’s voice catches Y/n’s attention from where she sits on the plane, in between her and Harry. She turns her little head to the man sitting in the aisle seat, big round eyes staring right into his.

“What is it, lovebug?” He asks, pushing her wild baby hairs away from her eyes. Y/n did her very best not to coo at the two of them. Harry had fallen perfectly into step with the mother and daughter, like this duo had been a trio all along. She was still hesitant to think of him as a father figure for Stella though, just because if things went south somehow, she didn’t want her baby suffering a loss like that (a second time).

Stella’s little fists rubbed at her tired eyes. She let out a small ‘hmph’ and laid her head on Harry’s arm, wrapping her own little arms around his.

“Awe you my daddy?” She asked and Y/n choked on her spit, looking back over at the toddler.

“Stella, baby-”

��I would love to be your daddy lovebug, but that’s not really up to me…” He spoke and glanced up at Y/n quickly, trepidation clear in his eyes. Harry was afraid he might overstep. Sure he knew that things were still new between him and Y/n but he wanted nothing more than for Stella to think of him as her dad.

“Who’s it up to?” Y/n could tell she was about to fall asleep but was fighting it in order to get her answers. She had adjusted to a more fast pace schedule quite nicely. She slept through most plane and car rides and absolutely loved being backstage at concerts. Harry thought she looked so adorable with her big noise-canceling headphones on. They had been on the road for a few months now, and it had been 8 months since Y/n decided to give him a chance.

“It’s up to mummy, baby.” He answered, his fingers tangling into his chestnut curls in a futile attempt to keep them out of his face.

Stella’s head immediately whipped to look at her mom, who sat frozen in her seat, not knowing what to do.

“Mommy, is Hawwy my daddy?” She repeated her question. Y/n had a feeling that Stella thought Harry was her real dad, the one that her mom didn’t like to talk about. She had to make sure there was no confusion.

“Not like you're thinking he is, baby. He’s not your birth dad, he didn’t help mommy make you, but if you want him to be your daddy, then that’s ok with me.” Y/n locked eyes with the man sitting across from her with a smile on his face. She was glad that they were flying private because she really didn’t need anyone ruining this moment for them. All her fears of this not working out felt stupid now.

How could she ever think that things with Harry wouldn’t work out? He was right where he belonged.

---

“Daddy!”

“Baby!” Harry knelt down to catch the running (almost) 5 year old, picking her up and spinning her around in his arms. They were in England for two weeks on tour. One for shows, and one so that Y/n and Stella could meet Harry’s mom and sister for the first time as a part of the family. Y/n had met them before as “a friend of Harry’s” many years ago, but they had never met her as Harry’s girlfriend, and they hadn’t met Stella.

Currently, Harry was in the middle of a show and Stella had just escaped her mothers arms side stage in favor of running to her dad. Y/n still couldn’t get over saying that. Harry is Stella’s dad. She doesn’t think that will ever get old.

No one knew how serious the relationship between Y/n and Harry was. The public knew they were together (after a very vague post on instagram of the mother/daughter duo napping with the caption “my girls”). Many people thought this was a PR stunt, just because it was so unlike Harry to post something like that. But he had actually confirmed in an interview that, yes, he was in a relationship with the songwriter and it was pretty serious. That was all he chose to say, in favor of keeping his secrecy, as he so famously loves to do.

What came as a shock to the audience was what the child had called Harry. They all knew about Stella, obviously, but no one would have thought that this child would think of him as her father. A lot of people didn’t like thinking about Harry being a father.

“What are you doing out here baby?” He said into her ear, making sure he could hear her over the loud noise of the audience. Most of them loved getting glimpses into his life, so the crowd was excited to see Stella out on stage and many thought it was adorable that she already thought of him as her dad.

“Missed you.” She said into his neck. The microphone had somehow picked up their little exchange and the whole crowd sighed a collective “awe” when she said that. She was perched on his hip with her little arms wrapped around his neck, her favorite place if she had to choose one. She was pretty small for a 4-year-old, most people usually thought she was younger.

Harry chuckled and saw Y/n standing there with a smile on her face. Mitch was giggling at the exchange and kept glancing back at Sarah with a knowing look of “That’s going to be us soon,” written on his face.

“I missed you too lovebug, but I’m in the middle of a show! I gotta send you back to mumma.” He said. Stella didn’t like that though, because as soon as the words left his lips she was clinging to him like he was her life force and the tears began streaming down her face. She didn’t like having to share her daddy. She just wanted to be held by him right now, and she’d be damned if she got anything but her way.

This amused everyone, the child's insistence to be in her father's arms, so he sighed and bent to her will because how could he say no to his baby girl?

So he walked over to her mom and got her headphones, slipping them on her, and walked back to his microphone with her on his hip, ready to start the next song.

“Harry and Stella” was trending on twitter the very next morning. No one could get enough of the father-daughter duo.

---

Y/n hadn’t been this nervous since she was about to give birth to Stella. She stood with her baby in her arms as Harry opened the door to his childhood home, announcing to his mom and sister that they were there. She had to wipe her sweaty palms on her jeans more than once.

Anne rushed out from wherever she had been, greeting the three of them. Stella had met Anne via FaceTime many times so it was not news to her (or Gemma) that Harry had stepped into the role of Stella’s father. She will admit she was surprised at first but then she was reminded that Harry had been in their lives for almost a year before Stella had asked the question. It wasn’t something that was rushed into.

Anne was very excited to be meeting her grandbaby and was very excited to meet the girl that had made her a grandmother.

Stella got shy, not being used to seeing “Nana” in person. Gemma had emerged from her spot in the kitchen as well, greeting everyone.

“Hello, my loves! How was the trip?” Anne said, kissing both of them on the cheek, her hand gently caressing the child's cheek in an attempt to get her out of her shell. Once she realized that this was her Nana that was standing before her, Stella reached out for Anne, silently asking to be held by her. Anne jumped at the chance, sweeping the baby into her arms and giving her a big hug, kissing her on the forehead multiple times, not being able to quell her affection for her first grandchild.

“It was good mum, Stell slept the whole way and traffic was pretty light,” Harry said, slipping his hand into his girlfriend’s, brushing his thumb back and forth trying to help calm her anxieties. For whatever reason, Y/n was worried that Gemma and Anne wouldn’t like her because she had come into their son/brother's life with a child, but it was clear that the two ladies loved the idea of Harry being Stella’s father.

“Oh, that's lovely!” She smiled, cuddling Stella impossibly closer to her. Y/n felt most of her worries melt away seeing the woman with her baby.

She felt silly for thinking Anne would be anything but happy.

---

Anne would not put Stella down for anything. The two were attached at the hip every waking second. Y/n was actually starting to miss her baby, but she appreciated getting to spend time with Harry without having to keep an eye on their little one. Gemma was absolutely smitten with Stella as well. She was very excited to be “Auntie Gem” as Stella had quickly adapted to calling her. Stella was very happy as well. She had never been around so much family in her whole life. She’d been so used to just her and her mom, and then just them and Harry, but now she had two whole grandma’s all to herself and an auntie she gets to call her own, something she never knew she was missing, that Y/n never thought her baby would get to have.

Harry was so happy to see his baby with Anne and Gemma. They had been bumped to spot number 3 and 4 on his favorite girl list, with Stella and Y/n taking spots 1 and 2. They didn’t mind one bit.

“Daddy, can we watch a movie?” Stella jumped up onto his lap as he and Y/n sat on the couch, just talking and enjoying each other's company. Y/n smiled at the girl, tightening her grip around Harry’s shoulders, resting her head in the crook of his neck.

“Of course we can lovebug! Go get Nana and auntie Gem and we’ll all pick one out together!” He replied, petting her wild baby hairs out of her eyes just like he always did.

“Auntie Gemma said to ask you if we could watch…” She paused for a second, her little finger tapping on her chin like she couldn’t remember what she was gonna say. Suddenly, she was up and running back to the hallway she had just come from. Y/n and Harry heard little whispers before she came running back out and plopped back onto Harry’s lap, on ‘oof’ erupting from him.

“This Is Us!” She finally said. Harry’s face dropped as he looked behind them to see Gemma standing there, trying to hold back her laughter. Y/n just started cackling and Stella was giggling even though she had no idea what was going on.

“Daddy’s in that movie baby,” Y/n finally calmed down enough to say to her daughter. The little one’s eyes lit up, her hands clasped underneath her chin. This was what she did when she wanted her daddy to say yes to her because she knew he couldn’t resist how adorable she was.

“Please please please!!!!!!” She whined, leaning in to place her forehead against Harry’s. She knew exactly how to get him. He caved every single time.

“Yeah, fine. We can watch it!” He finally said and all three girls cheered. Anne came in at the noise wondering what was going on.

“What’s all this?” She asked and Stella ran up to her, pulling on her

“We watching Daddy’s movie Nana!” She said, jumping up and down with a glowing beam on her face.

“Oh, are we now? Which one?” Anne asked and Stella paused.

“Daddy, how many movies awe you in?” She came back and crawled into his lap. She still had trouble saying her r’s. Her and Harry were working on it.

“Two, lovebug. But one of them you can’t watch until you’re older. It’s too scary f’you.” He said, cuddling his baby into his chest. She put on a little pout hearing that. She didn’t like when her daddy told her no, but this was something he wasn’t gonna budge on.

“Ok,” She sighed. All the adults thought this was adorable.

So they all settled in and watched the movie. Harry had a permanent blush on his face and Stella would jump up and down every time he was on the screen.

“Nana look!! That’s you!!” Anne laughed and nodded to her granddaughter.

“Yes, it is baby!”

“Mommy, why aren’t you in this movie?” She asked and everyone giggled.

“Me and Daddy didn’t know each other very well back then, baby.” Y/n laughed. Stella didn’t really understand but she didn’t say anything else.

The last few days had worn her out and that became very obvious when Harry looked down and saw his baby asleep on his chest, her first finger stuck in her mouth just like it always was when she fell asleep.

“Love, I’m gonna go lay her down, and then I’ll be right back,” Harry whispered, cradling the sleeping girl in his arms and slowly standing up. Y/n nodded, kissing his cheek before he left.

“He’s so good with her!” Gemma cooed, her face lighting up seeing her brother with his kid. A sight she was still kind of getting used to seeing.

“He really is…” Y/n smiled, “It was pretty instant too. Anytime he’d come over and she was still awake, he’d insist on putting her to bed, reading to her, singing to her, he’d bring her toys. She’s had him wrapped around her little finger since he first laid eyes on her.”

“That’s so precious,” Anne spoke up, coming to sit next to her, wrapping Y/n in her warm embrace.

“I can’t wait until you two get married!” Y/n laughed at Gemma’s confession, snuggling into Anne.

“All he has to do is ask, I’m ready to say yes!” What none of the girls knew was that Harry was standing right outside the living room, hearing everything that was being said. His mind raced back to his suitcase where a velvet box sat tucked away between all of his clothes.

He was hesitant to bring the idea up because it had only been a year, but the saying when you know, you know he thought.

He came back into the living room, acting none the wiser, sitting on the other side of the girl he was going to marry (she just didn’t know it yet), and cuddled into her just as she had cuddled into his mom.

“Daddy,” A small voice broke through the now quiet hum of the tv.

“Lovebug, what are you doing back up?” He asked, lifting the sleepy little thing into his lap.

“Scawwy dweam, daddy.” She said and he pouted, pulling her closer into his chest and snuggling her back to sleep.

Harry was exactly where he belonged in life. With his baby girl in his arms, and his Love by his side.

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