#i’m watching a tv programme

[lxvxwritings]

Eren, my friend...

Pairing: Eren x reader

Word count: 4k 

Summary: Your boyfriend doesn’t acknowledge your presence, but Eren does, and he was going to do anything to make you leave him.  

Themes: CHEATING READER (with Eren), modern au, afab!reader, mentions of getting high and weed

Tw: infidelity (i don’t condone cheating, DON’T cheat, but eren’s so fine… and also don’t stay with people that treat you less that you deserve, pls <3), size kink, marking, nipple play, dry humping, thigh riding, oral (m and f receiving), cum eating, rough sex, vaginal penetration, cream pie, dirty talk, daddy kink, degradation, praising, name calling (whore, slut), pet names (princess, baby…) 

Your boyfriend was on the couch at your side not paying you any attention. You wanted to see him and he didn’t want to move, so you, as always, went to see him at his house. There was a shitty show on the tv that your boyfriend loved to watch while he was high. And he was high all the time, he preferred to smoke than to see you. And you knew it, but you decided to stay with him because you didn’t want more stress in your life, and going through a break up right now didn’t sound good. It was egotistical, but you didn’t give a shit at this point. 

You went through your text messages and saw that Eren wrote to you. That bastard… he knew he was so fine that he could have any girl he wanted, but he texted you. You knew him for years now and he was always telling you to leave your boyfriend, that he didn’t deserve you, and he was right. He didn’t deserve the woman you were, you needed someone that treated you the way a woman should be treated. 

You looked at your boyfriend and tried to make a conversation with him. 

“Hey, baby.” You said with a sweet voice, but he didn’t even look at you. You touched his arm to get his attention and the only thing he did was to move his arm so you were not touching him. You huffed, you were tired of being ignored. You crossed your arms and tried not to text Eren right now, but you knew that was not going to be possible. Your boyfriend was laughing alone watching the shitty programme while smoking a blunt, not even asking you if you wanted some. You were tired of his shit. 

You looked at your phone again and clicked on Eren’s message. Wanna hang out today? sent 17:12. R u with your shitty boyfriend again? sent 17:25

You sighed and answered him. Where do you wanna go? sent 17:45

The response came faster that you thought, not even two minutes passed by. I’ll pick you up, do you wanna watch something in my house? sent 17:46

A smile appeared on your face. I’m at my boyfriend’s, you know the address? Sure sent 17:47

I’ll be there in 15 mins, wait for me outside. sent 17:47

You waited patiently until it was time, you said your boyfriend goodbye and he didn’t dare to look at you, he was in his own world, and sooner rather than later, you were not going to be in it. 

You waited outside his house and saw Eren coming in his car to pick you up. You almost ran when you saw him and didn’t hesitate at all to get into his car. 

“Ready, darling?” said Eren with his beautiful and playful smile. You smiled at him, looking at his beautiful emerald eyes. Yes, you were ready to leave behind that bitch. He looked at his front again and started to drive home. 

“Are you going to leave him?” “Yes, not now, but maybe tomorrow or in some days. I want to think that he will try to see me or fight for me, but I think we both know that’s not going to happen.” You knew Eren was impatient for you to leave him, but now he was rather serious. “I want you to be happy, and he’s not doing it. You cried more being with him than when you were single.” He was right, but you didn’t want to think about it. 

The ride went by so fast that you thought you teletransported. Opening the door of his house, he put his hand on the small of your back, and guided you to his couch. You started to get butterflies in your stomach. You didn’t have a crush on him, right? I mean, you couldn’t think about that, but he made you so happy… only with a look he had you on your knees. But also, you knew that he was out of your league, he was a Greek god and there wasn’t a girl that didn’t have a crush on him. You both sat down, and he started to bring snacks and drinks for you to have. “What do you want to watch?” “Literally, I don’t care.” 

He put the first thing he saw, it was going to be in the background while you talked, so it didn’t matter that much. 

“I thought you couldn’t look any more beautiful, but look at you today.” He said with a grin. You knew you were red, and a little smile appeared on your face while looking at your shoes. You didn’t want to look at him because you will literally melt. “Thank you Eren, but you don’t have to lie.”

Eren’s face was contorted into a idontknowwhatyouaretalkingabout face. “What are you talking about?” 

“I mean, look at you, why are you telling me this?”

“Because you are.” his face was dead serious. He wasn’t lying. 

“Being so much with him melted your brain, princess?”

You looked at him with wide eyes. But the hot on your cheeks was not going away anytime soon. 

“You deserve someone that makes you feel beautiful and worthy, and who’ll be better than me?”

You laughed in his face, thinking that he was joking, as always. But he wasn’t. You looked at him again with big eyes. His hand caressed your cheek, and he left his hand in there, feeling you. “I could make you so happy, baby. You just have to give me a chance.” 

You knew Eren was a beast in bed but you didn’t know if he was a good lover. With all probability, he was. He was faithful to death and always treated you like a princess. Your brain was going a thousand kms per hour. You didn’t know what to do. You wanted to kiss him and for him to fuck you until you didn’t know your name. You wanted him to do whatever he wanted. And you were here for it. 

You got closer and closer until finally, your lips crashed in a rushed kiss. Eren grabbed your hips and made you straddle him, never stop kissing. Your hand moved to the back of his head, and little by little strands of his hair came out of his man bun he made everyday. His tongue was playing with your lips, asking for permission to finally taste you whole. You obliged and opened your mouth for him. Your tongue was playing with his, exploring every inch of his mouth you could, not stopping any minute to breathe. 

Your hips were slowly moving in his lap, getting both of you some friction. You moaned in Eren’s mouth because of the pleasure of his dick rubbing your pussy. Eren took advantage of your open mouth to place his tongue deeper inside of you. His hands were roaming from your hips to your waist, repeatedly. Your hand intertwined in his hair, finally letting him free from the bun he had perfectly made this morning. His hair fell in his face, and he was beautifully framed by his long and dark hair. 

Your hips couldn’t stop moving, and every now and then you moaned, not wanting to hold back, and even if you wanted you couldn’t stop, it felt so nice you wanted to be like this forever. And if the friction was that good, imagine what could happen when he fucked you sensless like all this women claimed. 

He separated from your lips to look at you. “You look so beautiful, fuck. Are you feeling how hard you are getting me?” You couldn't say anything but moan at his words. He kissed your neck, starting at the top, behind your ears. His hands were in your back, pulling you closer to him, even though that was impossible. You were so tiny in comparison to him and that made him go feral. His lips and tongue were tracing your neck, leaving marks behind. He left hickeys in the front, where everyone could see. You didn’t care that your boyfriend could see them, in fact you wanted him to know that you were Eren and Eren’s only. He passed his tongue after leaving the marks to soothe the pain. 

“‘want you to ride my thigh, would you do that for me?” He said it in his deep and lustful voice that made you do anything he wanted while looking at you with blown lust pupils. You nodded and he helped you to take your pants off. He was fully clothed and pretended to be like this, so you could grind yourself on his jeans, getting even more friction. He discarded your pants somewhere in his living room and left you with your thong. 

He pressed his finger in your clothes pussy and you whined. You were soaked. He could smell you from his seated position. Slowly, he took them off, and with his index finger he made a trail from your entrance to your clit. He had a grin on his face the whole time, he was having so much fun. He licked his finger while looking at you and you almost fainted. He looked so fucking good and your pussy started almost dripping. 

“You taste heavenly.” He said while kissing your tummy and caressing your waist. He then placed you between his leg and pressed you down. “Mmmmph” that’s all you could say. 

“So whiny just from sitting on my leg, you’re so desperate.” he was so unfair, and that just turned you on even more. He was so fucking hot you wanted to eat his dick until he came hard on your throat. 

“Move for me.” and you obliged, not wanting to wait more. Your hips started to move slowly at first, you were a little shy and he knew it. He wanted to see you flustrated. He wasn’t going to help you get off, but before letting you have fun, he pulled up your shirt (luckily for you, you were not wearing any bra) and made you bite it, so he could see your beautiful tits move with every move on your hips. Your hands were in his legs, trying not to fall. Your nipples were hard from the friction on your shirt before, and with the cold air were still perky, ready to be sucked. But Eren was mean, and he wasn’t going to give you that satisfaction, not yet. 

Your clit was rubbing perfectly in his jeans and he was adoring his view, with his arms crossed behind his head. Your spit was slowly dripping on your shirt. “You’re making a fucking mess, so fucking desperate to get off? Pathetic.” And you moaned even higher. He was making you so fucking wet. There was a stain in his jeans and it was going to be bigger. “Look at you, trying to get off by yourself. How many times were you dreaming this?” and he emphasized the sentence by clenching his leg, giving you extra friction. “MMMPH” that all you could mutter. Your eyes were closed, but you opened them just to see his beautiful face, with his long hair and that scene almost made you cum. “Fuck, what a slut you are. Are you having fun there using me?” And your eyes went to the back of your head while desperately riding his leg. You didn’t know you were into degrading, but holy shit, that was so hot. You whined while going faster, riding his leg like a bitch in heat. He was clenching his thigh from time to time to help you reach your orgasm. Finally, with a loud whimper, you came, making a mess in his thigh. He then, grabbed you and let you to his room. 

He placed you in your bed, sitting in front of his crotch. You were so fucking horny and you wanted to suck the life our of him. You palmed his erection through his jeans and kissed it. His hand was on your hair, caressing you. “So sweet for me.” You looked up at him and whined again, you didn’t know you could get to whiny. You bit your bottom lip while looking him in the eyes and undoing his belt. When the belt was done, you took off his trousers and his underwear. And oh my fucking god, he was huge. 

“Open your mouth.” And you opened your mouth to him. He placed two of his fingers in your mouth, making you gag in his long and big fingers. You were still looking at him as if you were in a trance and he couldn’t control himself. He pushed his fingers deeper, preparing you for his big and fat cock. Your spit started to gather on the corner of your lips and soon started to drool into your tits. He pushed his fingers in and out of you a couple of times before grabbing in dick and stroking himself while looking at you. 

“See how hard you make me, princess? You’re all mine.” You nodded and he smiled at you. His dick twitched at your beautiful face. His tip was leaking precum and you, as his good girl, licked it clean. The tip of your tongue pressed lightly against his slit and he hissed at the sensation. His hand on your hair tightened a little bit. You moved it in circles, never leaving the tip. Your hand was playing with his balls while the other was caressing his dick. His long, thick and veiny dick was a sight to behold. You grabbed his dick with your right hand and smeared the precum and your spit in your lips, never stopping looking at him. His mouth was a little agape, looking at you in awe. His little slut. Your juices were dripping on his bedsheets  and your cunt was clenching from the view. Eren with his long hair down made you have impure thoughts. 

Your mouth opened again to welcome his member in your warm mouth, and he let out a breathy moan. He threw his head back from the pleasure and your tongue started to work on his shaft again. You were bobbing your head back and forth and taking more of him little by little. Your tongue playing with him too. One of your hands was masturbating the part of his dick you couldn’t get in your throat while the other was playing with his balls. 

“AH.” he thrusted more into your throat, he wanted to feel his big cock contracting in it. The combo was making him crazy, you were making him crazy. “You suck cock so fucking well, I’ll make sure that, no- no one gets to try it ever a-again.” His moans were getting higher every time. You loved how he had no shame and was so vocal. His pretty voice was getting strained from the pleasure and you swallowed more of him. He started to thrust in your mouth, chasing his high, but he wasn’t going to cum in your mouth, not today. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He stopped and pushed you a little to get his cock out of your mouth. “Want you to cum in my mouth.” you said to him with big puppy eyes. “As much as I want to, I’m going to fill you up full of my cum until it’s dripping out of your pussy.” Your eyes widened and your pussy clench at his words. Without another word grabbed you from your waist and laid you down on his bed. 

He towered over you, and his arms were on each side of your head. He lowered himself to kiss you one more time. His kisses were demanding and you couldn’t stop the thoughts of other women getting the same treatment that you were getting now. But you discarded that feeling, now you had to enjoy every second that you could with this man right there. 

His arms were flexed, supporting his weight trying not to crush you and you couldn’t help but to touch them. He was strong, everybody knew that, but touching his clenched arms made you even wetter, and he knew it. Both of your spit was drooling into your chin, Eren’s tongue was discovering all of your mouth again. Your hand was on the back of his head, grabbing some of his hair that was framing his gorgeous face. 

He separated himself from your mouth and a string of saliva was connecting you two. He smirked with his mischievous smile that got all the girls wet, and his mouth trailed down to your cleavage. His hand roamed the valley of your breast while his tongue was making his way towards your nipples. 

“So fucking beautiful. Look at these tits, all mine.” And after that, the tip of his tongue was playing with your left nipple. “Ah, Eren…”. You were a mess, so wet and so horny. Eren’s tongue continued playing with your nipple while slightly biting it. “Fuck, more!” You wanted everything of him. And he obliged, biting again and soothing the little pain he caused you with his warm tongue. The right hand was playing with your other boob, not wanting to leave you unattended. He was twisting and flicking it and you were going to cum. 

“Eren, Eren… gonna cum.” 

“Your nipples are so sensitive… I'm gonna have fun with you.” And again that beautiful and mischievous smile of his. He didn’t stop playing with them and he wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. 

“Eren…” 

“Tell me, my slut.”

Fuck, you craved his dick inside your wet pussy. You needed him or you were going to combust. 

“Mmmphh, p-please, Eren, please.” You couldn’t think, your brain was like mush, you didn’t have any coherent thoughts, only his dick. His fingers were flicking your nipples and your hand started to travel to your clit, you needed some friction. But Eren stopped your hand midway. 

“What do you think you’re doing, mh? Use your words.”

“Please.”

“Use your words or I’ll stop,”

“Fuck me Eren, I need your big cock inside my fucking pussy, pleasee.”

“That’s my girl. That wasn’t that hard, was it?”

He laughed, and he gave you what you craved. He took off his shirt first, and you could see his abs, the most beautiful boy ever. Your eyes half closed because you were so, so horny that that’s the only thing you could do. He took two fingers and wetted them in your juices, so he could stroke his dick better. You moaned desperately. Finally, he took his dick with one hand, while the other hand was at the side of your head, and placed the tip of his dick in your entrance. He was going slow, because he was big, and didn’t want to hurt you, but you were so wet that it wasn’t a problem. 

You both moaned at the sensation. Your wetness involving his dick, and you clenched your pussy at the sensation. 

“Fuck, do that again.” And you did it. You clenched your pussy for him, making him moan in response. His pace was slow but steady, ready to destroy your pussy whenever you were ready. 

“Eren, faster, please, please, please.” You chanted the last word like your life depended on it. “I’m gonna destroy your pussy, is that what a whore like you wants? Fuck.” And his strokes got faster and harder. 

“AH YESYESYESYES.” your head was backwards and your mouth was in a o shape. Every thrust he gave made you moan, the harder they were the higher the moan. Your hands were clenching his sheets, his hair was falling in your face. You were in heaven. He was fucking you so hard, you needed his dick like that, you wanted more and more. 

“I feel you clenching, going to cum for me? For daddy? I can feel my dick inside of you” And he pressed one hand in your tummy to feel the outline of his dick inside of you.

Oh my god. You were going to die of pleasure. His deep voice dirty talking to you got your pussy gushing with your sweetness. “Yes, daddy, fuck me more, I’m gonna come!” 

His thumb was circling your little clit, giving you the extra friction you needed to cum on Eren’s cock. After some seconds you came hard, with a cry and your eyes closed. His thrust didn’t stutter, he was giving you what you deserved. Your pussy was wetter than ever and even you thought that was impossible. You got sensitive but didn’t want to stop. Eren got your legs and put them on his shoulders, folding you into his bed. That new position allowed him to fuck you deeper and harder. “S-s too m-much!” 

“You fucking love it, don’t you? Love it when I fuck you deep and hard, giving you all my cum.”

His hips were starting to stutter, he was so close, your pussy made just for him, so tight and warm, he was going to fill you up to the brim. “I’m going to cum inside that pussy.” You were begging him to, and he wasn’t going to deny you that. 

After some more thrusts, he spilled his cum inside of you. You felt how he filled you entirely. His breath was uneven, but oh, he wanted to do it again. He took his dick out of you and you whined, because you felt so empty without him inside of you…

But he wasn’t finished. He got down on you and started to eat you out. His cum was mixed with your arousal and he moaned at the flavour. “Eren, oh fuck.” He started to lick you clean, not leaving anything behind. He folded your legs again, to have more access to his sweet pussy. His tongue on your entrance was going in and out, getting everything inside of you in his tongue. Swallowing everything. He was so vocal the vibrations were sending you to the edge again. After everything was clean, he played with your clit again, making you cum all over his face, and oh god didn’t he love that. 

“Eren...” your voice was tired and filled with lust. He got up from below you and kissed you eagerly again. His tongue filled with both of your cum, salty and tangy, all together. You moaned at the taste. Making out like this was something you would’ve never guessed. And you loved it. 

“Please, baby, break up with your boyfriend.” Eren said between kisses. Your boyfriend wasn’t even on your mind, but that was the signal you needed to break up with that asshole. 

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[finelinevogue]

the midnight game show

summary - you and harry partake in the midnight gameshow with michael mcintyre

warnings: swearing, based off these

word count: +2.2k

pairing: husband!harry x reader

The screen was in black and white and some text appeared on the screen saying it was 1 A.M.

A small row of houses was being filmed, somewhere in the rural ends of London. There were very few street lights and even fewer people. There were a few people starting to file on screen, however, and that was Michael McIntyre and his TV crew.

The camera zoomed in on his face, but it was clear Michael wasn’t exactly sure where it was pointing in the dark as his eyes never focused in one place.

“Now this might be our biggest gameshow yet. It’ll be great for the views.”

He walked up the stairs that lead to a front door, the crew all stood behind him waiting for him to enter. The camera focused on him again as he held the microphone up to whisper-talk.

“I’ve been given the key by Y/N and been informed they have a creaky few stairs at the bottom of the staircase.”

The screen then showed some black and white scenes of the street and the security cameras on the house itself, that would no doubt be funny to watch back tomorrow morning.

“Now, let’s go and wake up Harry Styles.”

After turning the key and letting himself in, he slipped off his shoes to reduce the amount of noise he would cause with them on. The cameramen followed him in closely, filming as much as they could without making too much noise.

Michael was seen snooping around the hallway, noticing lots of photos hung up on the walls although it was too dark to see exactly what they consisted of. The stairs were wooden, which is why they creaked, and so the camera recorded Michael almost doing the splits to try and avoid the three bottom stairs.

“I’m gonna rip. Shit.” The swearing was bleeped out because it was for a Saturday night TV programme.

His suit made a slight material splitting noise, but then he pulled himself up by the bannister and continued on up the stairs. You had told him which door was the one to your bedroom, considering there were so many rooms upstairs.

Michael went straight to the left of the stairs and held his hand on the door handle, cringing as someone behind him creaked a floorboard. Then he opened the door and allowed the cameraman to get a quick view of the two of you sleeping.

Normally on these shows the people are sleeping on opposite ends of the bed, but not you and Harry. Harry was sleeping on your side of the bed with you, furthest away from the door, you're almost smothered by his entire body. He had his body wrapped around yours, providing you with being the little spoon. Both of your bodies were hidden by the duvet, which was plain white with small red hearts all over it, but your head popped out of the top.

Then the music blared for the midnight gameshow theme and Harry sat up quickly looking towards the door as if he were afraid someone had broken in, frowning as he was confused about what was going on.

If people were watching closely, however, they would have seen how he buried you more into him so that he would have protected you if need be.

“Harryy! Welcome to the Midnight Gameshow!” Michael announced, walking over to your side of the bed since that’s where you two had ended up.

You were filmed laughing to yourself, only having been half asleep since you knew that this was going to be filmed. Harry turned his head down to look at you, and squinted his eyes from the sudden light of the bedroom. When he caught sight of you laughing he flopped his head back down on the pillow with defeat.

“Good morning Mr Styles.” Michael held out his hand for Harry to hold and Harry, still dazed and confused from being rudely awoken, reached out his hand to shake his back. Michael laughed and you rubbed your eyes to wake yourself up more. “Mrs Styles. Thank you for letting us in.” Michael shook your hand.

“This was you?” Harry asked you, keeping his arm curled around you from where you’d both been sleeping. He needed you for some extra comfort.

“Ready to play, Harry? We are against the clock here.” Michael said, as cheery as could be.

“What time is it?” He asked himself more than anything.

“The clue’s in the game's name.” Michael responded and Harry pulled the duvet up over you some more, to protect your privacy even though you had set this up. Harry held his arm out over the duvet and exposed the fact he was not wearing any clothes up top. His tattooed chest poked perfectly out of the covers.

“It’s 1 A.M.” You whispered to him and he rolled his eyes playfully at you.

“Are you ready? We’re ready.” Michael spoke into his microphone, watching Harry sit up a little more in bed whilst making sure you were still tucked safely into his side. “Name 4 things you’d bake a cake with.”

“Uh, um. Shit.” Everyone laughed at how easy the question was, but because Harry was so startled awake his brain was barely functioning. “Eggs? Yeah? Okay, um flour? Sugar. Lemons. And uhhh…”

“That’s four, baby.” You told him, giving his hand that was wrapped around your waist under the covers a squeeze.

“Was that okay?” Harry questioned, scraping his hair back off the top of his head as it had fallen down when he’d peered down to look at you.

“Yes. That was perfect. Next question.” Michael started. “Who is this?”

Next thing Harry and you knew, Minnie Mouse walked through your bedroom door and waved at you energetically. Harry laughed, because he knew then that you had helped design this quiz because only you knew that he had had a crush on Minnie Mouse when he was younger. It was one of the reasons you and Harry dressed as Minnie and Mickey for Halloween one year.

“Minnie Mouse.” Harry responded, pinching his bottom lip between his fingers.

“Correct. Now, can you finish the lyrics to these Disney songs?” Michael started, making Harry groan because it would be now known how big a Disney princess fan he was. Minnie stayed in the room whilst this section began.

“Under the sea. Under the sea…” Michael spoke, before leaving Harry to continue the song. He rolled his eyes when he realised what part of the song he was supposed to finish.

“Down where it’s wetter, life is much better. Take it from me.” Harry spoke instead of sung, which that clip would later trend worldwide on Twitter and be commented on in every future interview.

You blushed as Harry spoke and he secretly pinched you to stay quiet.

“Brilliant. How about.. You’ve got a friend in me. You’ve got a friend in me…”

“When the road looks rough ahead and you’re miles and miles from your nice warm bed.” Harry finished it off, before Michael continued by singing.

“Y’just remember what your old pal said.”

“‘Cause you’ve got a friend in me. Yeah, you’ve got a friend in me.” Harry sang too, his voice extra raspy from the abrupt wake up call. You were nodding your head along and it was sweet that everyone in the room joined in on the last line.

Minnie then left the room and the game continued.

“Now, Harry. You are a singer, yes?

“Mostly.” He responded and Michael laughed his infamous laugh.

“Name Y/N’s 3 favourite songs of yours.”

“Oh easy.” Harry smiled, looking down at you with his dimples. “Little Freak, Fine Line and Sign of The Times.”

“Y/N is this correct?” Michael asked you, drawing your gaze away from Harry’s sleepy face and towards him. You could’ve stayed admiring Harry for hours, but you had to remember you were on camera now.

“Yes. It is.” You answered and Michael cheered for another right question.

“Harry, for this next one, can you please get out of bed and follow me to your bathroom. Quick, quick.” Michael waited for Harry to get out of bed, the camera capturing the end of Harry kissing you on the cheek, before he climbed out and pulled his pyjama bottoms higher up on his waist.

“Oh hang on. What have we here?” Michael pointed to Harry’s pyjama bottoms, making sure the camera zoomed in on them too. Harry immediately thought he had a boner and so cupped his hands over his balls, but it turned out Michael was highlighting the pink Barbie pyjamas instead.

You stayed in bed, smiling to yourself in admiration of your funny and loveable husband as he was led into the bathroom to take on the next challenge.

There was singing coming from this bathroom and he was told to wait outside the bathroom door.

“Now, who is singing in your shower?” Michael asked and the person began singing ‘Late Night Talking’. Harry instantly knew the voice and he had to give himself a few seconds to really think through whether this was real.

“Is it Stevie Nicks?” He asked rather than answered.

Michael opened the bathroom door and Harry watched as Stevie Nicks was pretending to shower in his shower, whilst singing ‘Late Night Talking’. He laughed with his chest, his eyes crinkling.

“It’s Stevie Nicks! Now get in the shower and finish the song together.”

The screen cut to a clip of Harry and Stevie singing the end of ‘Late Night Talking’ together, with Harry still only in his Barbie pyjamas and Stevie in a beautiful black dress. They looked ridiculous together, but it turned out to be a clip you would rewatch over and over again for pure humour. Harry hugged and kissed Stevie’s cheeks, before leaving the bathroom and returning to the bedroom.

You were sitting up now, waiting for him to come back and join you. Harry climbed into bed and crawled underneath the covers to meet you. He kissed you on your cheek again, before making you comfortable with your back pressed against his chest and his arm around your waist once more.

“Stevie was in our shower.” He whispered to you as Michael set himself up again. You laughed, because if you hadn’t known that was happening then you’d have thought he’d gone mad.

“Only a few more questions now Harry.”

Harry nodded in response and, even though he was having a funny evening, he couldn’t wait to get back to cuddling you to sleep again.

“You have acted in a Christopher Nolan movie before, yes?”

“Yes.”

“Name 3 other Christopher Nolan movies.”

“Inception. Interstellar. Uh. Um.. The Prestige.”

“Amazing, yes. And finally, Harry, can you name these people?” Michael held out some paper with different people’s faces on.

The first one he held up was his mum, Anne.

“That’s m’mum. Anne Twist.” He answered, smiling. When Michael confirmed he was correct, Anne then stepped through the bedroom door smiling. Harry went red in the face then, with his mum seeing him and you in bed together. Michael laughed as Harry tried to bury himself under the covers, only to be stopped by you.

“Is this also your mum, Harry?” Michael asked.

“Yeah. Hi mum.” Harry laughed.

“Hi baby.”

Anne stood at the end of the bed, like she’d been told to do by the TV crew, but Harry opened the covers for her, signalling that she could join them. Anne smiled as she walked around the bed and slipped off her shoes to join you both in bed. She laid down beside Harry and Harry wrapped his other arm around his mum’s shoulders to hug her and kiss her on the side of the head.

“Next one.” Michael held up the next piece of paper.

It was a picture of Niall Horan and Harry laughed. “That’s Niall.”

You all looked towards the door then and watched as Niall walked through. Harry tilted his head back to laugh and then removed his arms from you and Anne to greet Niall. Niall knelt on the bed and Harry sat up on his knees to greet him with a man hug. You waved at Niall and Niall gave you a wink back.

Harry moved back to where he was originally sitting and let Niall say hello to Anne, before sitting on that side of the bed with Anne.

“And the last one.” Michael said, holding up the final photo.

It was Florence Pugh.

“Flo!” Harry cheerily smiled, before Flo came running into the room and jumping on the bed in a starfish position.

Flo then greeted and introduced herself to everyone, giving you the greatest hug of all since you were best friends. Flo decided to lay her back against your front and you kept your hands in a hug over her.

You all looked at Michael as you awaited further instructions. You tilted your head onto Harry’s shoulder and his arm sneakily wrapped around your waist once more, careful not to touch Flo. Anne and Niall sat happily on the other side just watching on.

“Thank you for playing the Midnight Gameshow Harry and goodnight!” Michael shouted into his microphone, before the theme tune started to play and the lights went out.

A cameraman stayed in the room to film the after bit. Everyone was just sitting still, contemplating what to do next, withholding bursts of laughter.

“What now?” Harry asked.

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[tahliafox]

Weird feelings.

Natasha Romanoff x Reader.

Summary: Natasha makes you curious. 

Warnings: 18+ ONLY,  Older!Natasha, Smut, Mommy!Natasha, innocent!reader, squirting, scissoring. 

Words: 1503

Rain pattered gently on the surface of the fogged-up window, buffering out the woosh of cars speeding through puddles outside the old brick apartment and the shouts on the TV coming from the living room. Your hair rested behind your ears and a black-ink fountain pen repeatedly tapped a jazzy melody in between your teeth as you re-read the notes taken in from a book you picked out of the library. 

The warm hue of a metal desk lamp placed adjacent from your notepad gleamed off your face, highlighting the bones in your cheek and the roseyness of your lips. The noise from the TV stopped and soft footsteps towards your office were getting increasingly loud. You sniffled, clearing your runny nose from the cold autumn and rubbed it with a kleenex. 

“Sweetheart, are you in there? Can I come in?” Your girlfriend's raspy voice bounced off the jade coloured walls. You hummed loud enough for her to hear and the dark, wooden door creaked open as she walked in. You didn’t look back, and carried on reading through your notes as you heard the door close.

Natasha walked up to you and encased your shoulders in her large, worn hands. You moaned softly in appreciation, a noise that rattled deeply in Natashas stomach, as she started to massage you whilst pressing increasingly longer kisses to the top of your head. 

“I missed you, baby.” She whispered, muffled by your hair. You smiled and tilted your head back until you could look into her eyes, upside down. Her nose scrunched up sweetly and she pressed a kiss to your forehead and caressed your jawline on either side with her thumbs. 

“I’m only here, you were about ten yards away from me.” You chuckled and pouted your lips for her to press a wet kiss against them, still upside down. 

“I saw someone on the programme I was watching that reminded me of you.” She swiveled your chair around and pulled you up by her hands. She was a good few inches taller than you, so your face ended up flush against her chest. A muscular arm wrapped around your waist whilst the other one came up to play with your hair on the back of your head. You hugged her tightly, linking your own hands together around her back.  Her chin lay gently atop your head.

“What programme?” You replied. Natasha cleared her throat and moved your head away from her chest, taking ahold of your chin with her hand whilst caressing it soothingly 

“An old one, it most likely came out before you were born, my love.” She was a good fifteen years older than you, having reached 34 years old only a few days ago. You smiled at the glow of her eyes and felt yourself blushing for an unknown reason. 

“Maybe we could watch it together.” You suggested. Natasha thought to herself for a second before smirking. 

“Oh, I don't know, baby. There are alot of mature themes in it, it might make a sweet girl like you feel weird.” 

Your face contorted into a look of confusion and Natasha couldn't help but to press a kiss against the peak of your nose.

“Weird how?” You whispered as if it was a secret. 

Natasha started walking backwards towards the emerald loveseat in the corner of the room. You followed her like a lost puppy, and when she sat down you were tugged onto her lap. Whilst straddling her, you put your hands on her neck and pressed your freshly-done, long  acrylics into the nape of it. Soft, half moon shapes appeared under your fingertips and Natasha bit her lip. 

“Tingly weird.” She whispered into your ear. Goosebumps rose down your back and you started to think that the current feeling you had was the one she was talking about. 

“Where?” You wanted confirmation. 

“Here,” Natasha pressed her hands flush against your chest, then slid them over your breasts to your stomach, “here,” then down to cup your vagina “and mostly here.” Her voice had turned deep and raspy, only part of the sentence being spoken, the other part came out a seductive whisper. 

You looked up at her through your eyelashes and whimpered. “I think it feels weird now.”

Natasha swallowed and took in a deep breath through her nose. “Yeah? Has my sweet little girl gotten all wet for her mommy.” You blushed deeply as her fingers started to play with the hem of your little, cotton shorts. “That's ok, princess. Nothing to be embarrassed about.” She hummed. “Why don't you let mommy take a look. Maybe I could make it all better for you, wouldn’t you like that?”

You instinctively nodded your head and Natasha patted your thigh, signaling for you to stand up. You did, then she pulled down your shorts and panties in one causing a cold breeze hit your private parts. You shuddered. A small string of arousal that had coated your pantied broke against the inside of your thigh. It glistened and Natasha licked her lips. 

“Fuck, look at you.” Natasha whined when she saw how turned on you had gotten in a matter of minutes. “God, you’re my perfect girl aren't you, dollface. Made specifically for mommy, and mommy only, isn't that right?”

You nodded and Natasha pulled your hips to her face. She placed kisses across your hip bones, decorating them with her red lipstick, then smacked her lips together to press one more kiss right above your clit. She pulled her phone from her pocket, put it onto the camera but not before gripping your hips so tightly her hand print was marked on either side of you. A quick flash of the camera captured the lipstick marks and handprints, as well as the glistening of your thighs and top of your cunt. 

Natasha moaned to herself and threw the phone across the couch. “Hold still for me, baby.” She said before kicking your legs apart with your feet and licking a bold stripe up the length of your cunt. Slender fingers gripped her auburn locks, your nails scratched into her skull. Soft whines and whimpered flooded the room as she ate you out vigorously. 

“Mommy.” You whined. Natasha sucked on your clit and your hips twitched into her. “M’gonna cum. Feels so good.”

“You taste so good, baby. Keep being so sweet for mommy, like this. You're doing so well for me angel.” she pulled back and praised you and then went back to eating you out.

She sucked hader and grabbed your ass in her hands, gripping it then smacking it lightly. Your chin tilted back and your hands held her hair tighter as you fell over the edge. A coil snapped in your stomach and the pulsing ache of an orgasm overtook everything. 

Natasha licked all of your cum and swallowed before pulling you back onto her lap. Your wet cunt pressed against the rough material of her jeans, the belt buckle hit your clit. Her forehead pressed against yours and you pecked at her lips.

“You did so well for me, baby. Mommy is so proud of you.” 

Her hands pulled at your hips again, grinding you on her jeans. The rough surface scratched against your cunt, leaving a wet mark on her crotch. Natasha’s lips pressed against yours again, until she opened them and slid her tongue onto yours. 

The feeling of her hands and jeans made it hard for you to kiss her back, so she used your mouth as you whimpered and moaned into hers. “Just like that, my angel.” she whispered hotly. Her breath fanned your face and you dropped your head to her shoulder. “Keep moving your hips like that, god you're turning mommy on so much, sweet girl.”

Suddenly you were pushed on your back, flat against the sofa and Natasha had stood up to take her jeans and panties off. You watched in awe as she got back on top of you and caressed your hips, pressing her cunt flush against yours. 

Both of your moans were loud, and the feeling of her cum was so much gentler and soothed the burn of her jeans. Natasha started grinding her hips against yours and you fidgeted under her hands. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Mommy’s going to cum, already. God, you feel so good, so sinful.” she groaned against your neck, biting down on it occasionally. Her moans got increasingly louder, as did yours, and her movements became reckless. “Oh god, I'm going to squirt all over your pretty pussy, baby. Come on, come for mommy, with mommy. My perfect, sweet girl.”

Natasha did as she said, and came, with you following shortly after. Spouts of liquid hit your stomach and ruined the sofa underneath you. Natasha collapsed into you and wrapped her strong arms around your waist.

Her eyes scanned your fucked-out face and she whined again. “I love you so much, my angel.”

“Love you too, mommy.” You slurred back.

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[probably-writing-x]

Just One of Those Days

Summary:

Warnings: just a whole bunch of fluff

Author’s Note: i’ve been running low on creativity the past few days so i hope you still enjoy this <3 requests are always open xoxo

———

You knew as soon as you woke up that it wouldn’t be a good day. It was the second day of your period, meaning your hormones felt like they were all over the place, your torso was in constant pain from cramping, you had a headache that you couldn’t shake, you were hungry beyond what your normal food could satisfy, and you wanted to sleep and cry all at once. Typical, right?

Drew had already left, and he told you he’d be on set all day today. You’d be at home on your own on a day you really didn’t want to be. But that wasn’t his fault. You had to remind yourself of that.

You change into your baggiest pair of joggers and one of Drew’s hoodies, the clothes making you feel like you had shrunk into them. That’s all it feels like you have the energy to do, flopping down onto the couch and turning the TV on. It’s all the shitty programmes at this time, so you switch to Netflix and binge watch a show you’d seen five times already.

Drew texts you at five saying he’s going to be late coming home and asks if you want anything at the shop. You’d learnt already today that you had no good food in the house, so you ask him to pick up some snacks - though couldn’t make your mind up on exactly what you wanted. You drop your phone back onto the couch underneath you and turn back to the TV show, rewinding to watch the scene again.

~~~

An hour or so later, you hear Drew’s keys in the door, the rustle of a paper bag in his hand.

“Hey baby!” He calls out, “I got us dinner at the shop - I was thinking grilled chicken salad.”

You groan and turn your head into the pillow underneath you.

“Everything okay?” You can hear the frown in his words.

“I just thought we could order tonight,” You push yourself up to sit on the couch.

“Oh, well that’s okay, we can order, this stuff will last for tomorrow,” Drew nods, setting it down on the table in the kitchen before walking over to you in the lounge.

He bends down over the side of the couch to kiss you and you return the gesture quickly.

“What’s wrong?” Drew frowns, sitting down on the coffee table in front of you so that he could face you.

“Nothing, I’m just tired,” You shake your head, “How was work?”

“It was good, pretty busy day actually. I was filming with the rest of the cast a lot today so it was so much more fun,” He smiles, “How was your day?”

Your stomach was grumbling and your eyes felt tired and you wanted to order a takeaway and go to bed. But your boyfriend was home and he’d bought you snacks and he was asking how your day was. And yet you couldn’t think of anything more than wanting to go to bed and shut off from the world for a day.

“It was fine.”

Drew frowns at you, resting a hand on your knee, his thumb brushing over the material of your joggers, “Have I done something wrong?”

You shake your head, “Just tired.”

“Alright, well let me order us some food, and you can pick the film we watch, do you want a drink or anything?”

“I hate picking the film, I never know what we should watch.”

He laughs and stands up, “Alright, you take my phone and order whatever food you want, I’ll put away the groceries and then pick the film. Is that a better deal?”

You nod and he hands you his phone from your pocket. It lights up with a photo of the two of you on holiday, on the beach. But all you can focus on is the way your body seems to feel so different now from the way it looked there, and it boils a new sense of irritation inside you - one you try to dismiss.

“They didn’t have the chips you like at the store so I got the other flavour instead,” Drew mentions as he empties out the grocery bags, stopping as he looks up to see you.

You’ve got the hood of his jumper tugged up around your head, like you’re disappearing inside the clothes, your hair poking out from either side around your face, your shoulders slumped.

He laughs gently, stepping around the kitchen island to see you, “You look adorable. C’mere.”

Drew envelopes his arms around you, his chin resting on your hair.

“Just having a bad day?” He asks, tightening his arms around you.

You hum in agreement against his chest, burying yourself into him, “I forgot the end of your phone number and it’s asking for it to order the food.”

Drew chuckles again, “Alright, it’s okay, I got it, how about we just watch The Office tonight?”

You nod and pull away from him, letting him press a soft kiss to your forehead before you go back to the couch, Drew watching behind you as you go.

He comes into the lounge a few minutes later, telling you that he’s ordered the food and that it shouldn’t be more than forty minutes. Your stomach grumbles at the thought of waiting. Drew outstretches an arm and you slip into his hold, your head resting against his lap. He smooths a hand over your hair, running his fingers through the strands and massaging your scalp.

The two of you stay like that until someone buzzes at the flat and Drew gets up to go and collect the food. He comes back with chinese takeaway boxes for the two of you and you sit on opposite sides of the couch to eat, your feet curled up underneath you.

You’re not sure why it comes over you so quickly, but it’s like as soon as you open it, the emotion simply overwhelms you.

“What? What is it? Did I do something wrong?” Drew frowns, setting his food down to divert his full attention to you.

You shake your head, tears filling over your eyes, trying your best to avoid them falling over your cheeks, “No, no, I’m fine.”

“Darling, what’s wrong?” Drew continues, his brows furrowing.

“I ordered the wrong rice,” You stare down at your food, a tear rolling over your cheek, “I wanted egg fried rice and I ordered the wrong one.”

Drew smiles, squeezing your thigh, “Take mine, I’ll have this one. Is that okay?”

You sniff and he swaps the boxes over like it’s nothing, leaning back into his seat and turning back to watch the TV. You carry on eating the rest of your takeout, it slowly starting to ease the clench of hunger in your stomach. Though, it doesn’t take long before you realise what episode of The Office is playing, the one where Pam’s certain she’s not enough for Jim - the scene always made you cry.

And today is no different. Your shoulders shake as you start to cry, your chopsticks left discarded in your half empty box of food as your vision blurs from the liquid pooling in them.

“Your food’s not good? They forgot part of your order?” Drew guesses, grabbing a tissue from the box on the coffee table and handing it over to you, “What’s happened?”

“It’s you,” You sniff, wiping your eyes with the tissue.

“What? I didn’t do anything,” Drew laughs a little, “I’m just breathing over here.”

“You picked this episode,” You sniff, “This always makes me cry.”

Drew laughs and sets your food boxes down, taking both of your hands and pulling you into him, wrapping his arms around you, “Okay, so I’m guessing this is about to be a bad few days instead of just a bad day. Do you need me to get you anything or do you have enough?”

“I have enough,” You mumble, tucking your head against him.

“Okay, that’s one good thing,” He runs a hand up and down your back, “How about we finish our food, we turn off the TV, I’ll get a hot water bottle ready for you, and we can just stay in bed. I’ve got tomorrow off too so we don’t even need to worry about getting up.”

You nod against his chest and feel him tighten his hold around you, pushing back the hood over your hair to kiss you a few times, again and again until you’re laughing in his arms.

“There she is,” Drew grins as you pull away from him enough to look up, “Feeling a bit better?”

You nod again and kiss him quickly, moving your head to rest against his shoulder instead.

“Okay we can stay here for a little longer.”

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[gardenschedule]

Paul trying and sometimes failing to be chill about Yoko

“I told John on the phone the other day that at the beginning of last year I was annoyed with him. I was jealous because of Yoko, and afraid about the break-up of a great musical partnership.”

1970, Paul to Ray Connolly in the Evening Standard

I’d been able to accept Yoko in the studio, sitting on a blanket in front of my amp. I’d worked hard to come to terms with that. But then when we broke up and everyone was now flailing around, John turned nasty. I don’t really understand why. Maybe because we grew up in Liverpool, where it was always good to get in the first punch of a fight.

The Lyrics: 1956 to the Present

"It just became impossible for me to work with Yoko sitting there watching us," says Paul. "I wanted to write simple things like 'I love you girl' and every time I knew she was listening I felt I had to come out with someone clever and avant garde! "I'm not blaming Yoko -- I'm blaming me. It was no more John's fault for falling in love with Yoko than it was mine for falling in love with Linda. It just meant that we didn't work together anymore. We tried but it didn't work."

Paul McCartney, in his first magazine interview since the split, tells FLIP's Keith Altham... "THE BEATLES ARE FINISHED!"

We didn’t accept Yoko totally, but like I say, how many groups do you know, these days [who would]? I mean, it’s a joke. It’s like Spinal Tap! I mean, it’s Spinal Tap! A joke!

September, 1986 (MPL Communications, London)

And in John’s thing, you know, when as – you obviously know – he was going through a lot of pain when he said a lot of that stuff. And he felt that we were, um, being kind of vindictive towards him and Yoko. In actual fact I just answered a question on an American TV thing – I think we were quite good, looking back on it, and knowing people in life. Many people would’ve just downed tools with a situation like that and just have said: “Look man, she’s not sitting on our amps while we’re making a film.” I mean, that wouldn’t be unheard of. I mean, Sean Penn... do you know what I mean? Most people would just say, “We’re not having this person here. Don’t care how much you love her.”

But we were actually quite supportive. Not supportive enough, you know; it would have been nice to have been really supportive because then we could look back and say, “Weren’t we really terrific?” But looking back on it, I think we were okay. We were never really that mean to them. But I think a lot of the time John suspected meanness where it wasn’t really there.

September, 1986 (MPL Communications, London)

I’ve already mentioned how in September 1969 we were in a meeting and talking about future plans, and John said, ‘Well, I’m not doing it. I’m leaving. Bye.’ In the ensuing moments, he was giggling and saying how this felt really thrilling, like telling someone you’re going to divorce them and then laughing. At the time, obviously, that was wildly hurtful. Talk about a knockout blow. You’re lying on the canvas, and he’s giggling and telling you how good it feels to have just knocked you out. It took a while, but I suppose I eventually got with the programme. This was my best mate from my youth, the collaborator with whom I’d done some of the best work of the twentieth century (he said, modestly). If he fell in love with this woman, what did that have to do with me? Not only did I have to let him do it, but I had to admire him for doing it. That was the position I eventually reached. There was nothing else I could do but be cool with it.

Paul McCartney, on “Get Back”. In The Lyrics (2021).

MANSFIELD: But, you know, [after John showed me the pictures of himself and Yoko nude for the album cover of Two Virgins], I asked Paul about this. And this, to me, is indicative of their relationship, maybe as much as anything I [had] ever heard. I said, “Paul, you know, what do you think about this?” And Paul says, “I don’t know.” He said, “I don’t really agree with John. But I just am going to figure that John’s ahead of me on this, and that someday I’ll understand and I’ll catch up. So, you know, I’m okay.” ROSEN: And what did that reaction tell you about their relationship? MANSFIELD: That it was an extremely deep relationship.

Ken Mansfield (record label executive and Apple Records U.S. manager), interview w/ James Rosen for Fox News. (December 4th-5th, 2007)

John and Yoko had to visit Sir Joseph Lockwood of EMI with the nude photos to ensure that he would allow their use and there wouldn’t be any censorship problems. Although he personally didn’t like the album or photographs, Paul accompanied the two of them to their meeting. Sir Joseph thought that the fans would be outraged and the Beatles’ reputation would be damaged, but Yoko told him: ‘It’s art.’ Lockwood said: ‘Well, I should find some better bodies to put on the cover than your two. They’re not very attractive. Paul McCartney would look better naked than you.”

The Paul McCartney Encyclopedia by Bill Harry. (also... rekt lmao)

So that – I think, in order to kind of say to Yoko, “Look, my life is now yours,” he had to say things like, “The Beatles were bastards, we were total jerks, we never wrote anything good…” Which I think was rubbish, basically. And as I say, you have to realize that some of that time he was on heroin – so he’s not going to be just talking absolutely lucidly all the time, there. Some of the times, he was having other sorts of problems…

1989, Paul

And I think we would all have continued the Beatles, but Yoko came along, John fell wildly in love with her, he needed a big, big change in his life and he got it! He came to live in New York, he kind of threw over all his English [pause] contacts and everything. And, you know, can’t blame him! If that’s what he wants to do in his life! So we had to kind of, fade into the background to allow them to have their relationship. What were we gonna do, ringin’ him up? ‘Hey John, you know, hey, come and see me! Leave Yoko!’ No, that obviously never gonna happen. [pause] See, you had to let him do what he wanted, and he- he did you know… And he enjoyed it.

Paul McCartney on John’s early 70′s attacks as a sign of his feelings towards him. Interviewed by Bob Costa, 1991.

“. . . I mean, I think really what it was, really all that happened was that John fell in love. With Yoko. And so, with such a powerful alliance like that, it was difficult for him to still be seeing me. It was as if I was another girlfriend, almost. Our relationship was a strong relationship. And if he was to start a new relationship, he had to put this other one away. And I understood that. I mean, I couldn’t stand in the way of someone who’d fallen in love. You can’t say, “Who’s this?” You can’t really do that. If I was a girl, maybe I could go out and… But you know I mean in this case I just sort of said, right – I mean, I didn’t say anything, but I could see that was the way it was going to go, and that Yoko would be very sort of powerful for him. So um, we all had to get out the way.”

Paul McCartney, interview with German tv program Exclusiv, April 1985.

PAUL: ‘Cause she’s very much to do with it from John’s angle, that’s the thing, you know. And I – the thing is that I – there’s— Again, like, there’s always only two answers. One is to fight it, and fight her, and try and get The Beatles back to four people without Yoko, and sort of ask her to sit down at the board meetings. Or else, the other thing is to just realize that she’s there, you know. And he’s not gonna sort of – split with her, just for our sakes.

Twickenham, January 13th, 1969

PAUL: Yeah, see, that’s the thing. The only one time we’ve actually done it, she’s agreed. She really is alright. It’s like, it’s the thought of her being there when some of— [faltering] And then you don’t talk to John, so then he doesn’t talk to you, you know. And it’s like, you can screw it up just as much because she’s there, as – as John’s relying on her because she’s there. So that’s the thing. You know, but I mean, like, you’ll notice, if John – if you’re onto a beam with John about something, then he really isn’t, you know, he really won’t let Yoko talk about it. Because he knows when you’re on a beam, and he knows about it, and you’ll – you can talk straighter to him.

Twickenham, January 13th, 1969

‘All new wives don’t like their husband’s old friends or cronies,’ he replies. ‘I don’t think [Yoko] liked Paul. I think Paul was ready to like Yoko. Maybe she saw Paul as a threat. It was a partnership. The partnership should have been John and Yoko, not John and Paul. I am not saying it was a deliberate process, but it was a natural process. John had a new partner: she. Yoko Ono. It was going to be John and Yoko’s songs and not Paul and John’s songs.’

Don Short (newsman), c/o Sandra Shevey, The Other Side of Lennon.(1990)

As the meeting was drawing to a weary close, John, not this day with Yoko, who hadn’t seemed particularly connected with what was going on, said he wanted to play us a tape he and Yoko had made. He got up and put the cassette into the tape machine and stood beside it as we listened. The soft murmuring voices did not at first signal their purpose. It was a man and a woman but hard to hear, the microphone having been at a distance. I wondered if the lack of clarity was the point. Were we even meant to understand what was going on, was it a kind of artwork where we would not be able to put the voices into a context, and was context important? I felt perhaps this was something John and Yoko were examining. But then, after a few minutes, it became clear. John and Yoko were making love, with endearments, giggles, heavy breathing, both real and satirical, and the occasional more direct sounds of pleasure reaching for climax, all recorded by the faraway microphone. But there was something innocent about it too, as though they were engaged in a sweet serious game. John clicked the off button and turned again to look toward the table, his eyebrows quizzical above his round glasses, seemingly genuinely curious about what reaction his little tape would elicit. However often they’d shared small rooms in Hamburg, whatever they knew of each other’s love and sex lives, this tape seemed to have stopped the other three cold. Perhaps it touched a reserve of residual Northern reticence. After a palpable silence, Paul said, “Well, that’s an interesting one.” The others muttered something and the meeting was over. It occured to me as I was walking down the stairs that what we’d heard could have been an expression of 1960s freedom and openness but was it more likely that it was as if a gauntlet had been thrown down? “You need to understand that this is where she and I are now. I don’t want to hold your hand anymore.”

Michael Lindsay-Hogg (filmmaker), Luck and Circumstance: A Coming of Age in Hollywood, New York, and Points Beyond. (2011)

Examples of failure to be chill:

PAUL: But it’s just funny to sort of realise that after this is all over, you’ll be off in a black bag somewhere – on the Albert Hall, you know. JOHN: Yes. PAUL: And sort of doing shows and stuff, and you know, digging— JOHN: Yeah, but I— PAUL: —digging that thing of it.

January 25th, 1969 (Apple Studios, London)

Yoko had evidently approached Paul McCartney about appearing in the film, as the Beatles' road manager Mal Evans penned in his diary: "PAUL HAS APPOINTMENT WITH JAPANESE LADY WHO WANTS TO PHOTOGRAPH HIS BOTTOM." Presumably Paul declined, and one must wonder if the same invitation might have been extended to John.

Chip Madinger, Lennonology Volume 1: Strange Days Indeed. (2015) (note: unforgivable rudeness on Paul's part to both Yoko and all of us who would have benefited from him featuring in "Bottoms")

“I was in India meditating about the album, when it suddenly hit me. I wrote Yoko telling her that I planned to have her in the nude on the cover. She was quite surprised, but nowhere near as much as George and Paul. “Paul gave me long lectures about it, and said ‘Is there really any need for this? ‘It took me five months to persuade them.

NEW MUSICAL EXPRESS, JUNE 7, 1969

He wasn’t happy. But the big things that were driving him mad were beyond me. He kept on working and writing, but when John came over, all he could talk about was how much he loved Yoko. That disturbed Paul. In spite of John’s obvious happiness, Paul stifled his jealousy with not-very-cute bursts of racist crap.

Francie Schwartz - Body Count

John & Yoko's perspective:

It’s the same. You can quote Paul, it’s probably in the papers, he said it many times at first he hated Yoko and then he got to like her. But, it’s too late for me. I’m for Yoko. Why should she take that kind of shit from those people? They were writing about her looking miserable in the Let It Be film, but you sit through 60 sessions with the most bigheaded, up-tight people on earth and see what its fuckin’ like and be insulted — just because you love someone — and George, shit, insulted her right to her face in the Apple office at the beginning, just being ‘straight-forward,’ you know that game of ‘I’m going to be up front,’ because this is what we’ve heard and Dylan and a few people said she’d got a lousy name in New York, and you give off bad vibes. That’s what George said to her! And we both sat through it. I didn’t hit him, I don’t know why.

I was always hoping that they would come around. I couldn’t believe it, and they all sat there with their wives, like a fucking jury and judged us and the only thing I did was write that piece (Rolling Stone, April 16th, 1970) about “some of our beast friends” in my usual way — because I was never honest enough, I always had to write in that gobbly-gook — and that’s what they did to us.

Ringo was all right, so was Maureen, but the other two really gave it to us. I’ll never forgive them, I don’t care what fuckin’ shit about Hare Krishna and God and Paul with his “Well, I’ve changed me mind.” I can’t forgive ’em for that, really. Although I can’t help still loving them either.

John Lennon: The Rolling Stone Interview, Part One

JOHN: But I understand how they felt, because if it had been Paul or George and Ringo that had fallen in love with somebody and gotten totally involved, suddenly… It wasn’t like, you know, somebody – George coming in and saying, “I’m going to work with Eric Clapton in a band now, and screw you.” It wasn’t that kind of thing at all. It was just suddenly this involvement.

December 6th, 1980: Andy Peebles talks to John and Yoko

“Lennon stated that “there’s some underlying thing about Yoko in [Get Back]”, saying that McCartney looked at Yoko Ono in the studio every time he sang “Get back to where you once belonged””

David Sheff, All We are Saying: The Last Major Interview with John Lennon and Yoko Ono

TRYNKA: ‘The Ballad of John And Yoko’, with Paul playing drums and bass, seemed like Paul’s tribute to you. Was that the case? YOKO: Yeah. I thought that was beautiful. Paul was trying to be diplomatic about the situation, try to make it well... He meant well. There were other instances where he’d do things that were meant well.

Yoko Ono, interview w/ Paul Trynka for MOJO. (May, 2003)

YOKO: Even now, I just read that Paul said, “I understand that he wants to be with her, but why does he have to be with her all the time?” JOHN: Yoko, do you still have to carry that cross? That was years ago. YOKO: No, no, no. He said it recently. I mean, what happened with John is that I sort of went to bed with this guy that I liked and suddenly the next morning I see these three guys standing there with resentful eyes. SHEFF: Do you think that kind of attitude from people was also jealousy? JOHN: It’s a kind of jealousy. People can’t stand people being in love. They absolutely can’t stand it. They want to pull you down in the hole they’re in.

John Lennon and Yoko Ono, interview w/ David Sheff for Playboy. (September, 1980)

‘He wanted me to be part of the group,’ Yoko says. ‘He created the group, so he thought the others should accept that. I didn’t particularly want to be part of them… I couldn’t see how I would fit in, but John was certain I would. He kept saying, ‘They’re very sensitive … Paul is into Stockhausen… They can do your thing…’ He thought the other Beatles would go for it; he was trying to persuade me.’”

Philip Norman’s 2008 biography Lennon

After the initial embarrassment, that how Paul is being very nice to me, he’s nice and a very, str- on the level, straight, sense, like wherever there’s something like happening at the Apple, he explains to me, as if I should know. And also whenever there’s something like they need a light man, or something like that he asks me if I know of anybody, things like that. And like I can see that he’s just now suddenly changing his attitude, like his being, he’s treating me with respect, not because it’s me, but because I belong to John. I hope that’s what it is because that would be nice. And I feel like he’s my younger brother or something like that. I’m sure that if he had been a woman or something, he would have been a great threat, because there’s something definitely very strong with me, John, and Paul.

Revolution Chaos Tape – Yoko Ono, June 4, 1968

"The line [the walrus was Paul] was put in partly because I was feeling guilty because I was with Yoko and I was leaving Paul. It's a very perverse way of saying to Paul: 'here, have this crumb, this illusion, this stroke - because I'm leaving.'" -John

Playboy, 1980

JOHN: And throwing in the line “the Walrus was Paul” just to confuse everybody a bit more. And because I felt slightly guilty because I’d got Yoko, and he’d got nothing, and I was gonna quit. [laughs; bleak] And so I thought ‘Walrus’ has now become [in] meaning, “I am the one.” It didn’t mean that in the song, originally. It just meant I’m the – it could have been I’m the – “I’m The Fox Terrier,” you know. I mean, it’s just a bit of poetry.

August, 1980: John talks to Playboy writer David Sheff about ‘Glass Onion’.

“Still, the real reason that people disliked Yoko was because she ordered them about and sent them on errands in a particularly rude way; she was brought up with servants, and that’s how she treated the staff of Apple. George found it particularly galling that she never gave the Beatles their definite article. He told me, ‘She would say, “Beatles do this” and “Beatles do that”, and we would say, “Uh, it’s the Beatles actually, love.” She’d look at you and say, “Beatles do this.”’ And he laughed and shrugged his shoulders. Whether Yoko was ever aware of the disruption her presence caused to the Beatles’ working practices I don’t know. Some people thought she was so involved in her own work and self-interest that she didn’t notice; others thought that it was a deliberate ploy to separate John off from the others.”

Barry Miles, The Zapple Diaries. (2015)

#the beatles #paul mccartney #john lennon #mclennon #he could only play nice for so long #the bag thing pissed him off too much

[reasonablerodents]

Happy birthday to @starzzyeyed, my ever patient and tolerant of my bullshit friend <3 Here’s a very happy Hotch and a minific that’s just pure sap. Have a good one!

Perfect Day (G)

Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid

Fluff, Established Relationship, Incredibly Soft

“You smile a lot more than people think you do.”

Aaron tilts his head down to where Spencer’s head is resting on his lap. “What brought that thought on?”

Spencer blinks up at him, his own soft grin playing on the corners of his mouth. “I was watching you. You’re not as stoic as your reputation would suggest.”

“And why’s that?” Aaron’s fingers brush through Spencer's hair gently as he speaks- far too gently for hands so large, an onlooker might think. To Spencer, though, it’s expected. Aaron’s always been gentle with him.

“Because I see them all. I counted twenty four separate incidents today, although I wasn’t with you for the whole day. I assume it’s somewhere around twenty nine, that’s your average.”

“You count them?” It’s not that much of a surprise, especially after knowing each other for as long as they have. Aaron had never thought it was possible for someone to be so observant or knowledgeable until he’d met Spencer- at this point, it was more of a surprise if he didn’t know something.

“Yes,” Spencer says simply, as if it’s the most normal thing in the world. “I like seeing you happy. Twenty five.”

Aaron realises he’s grinning, and shakes his head in disbelief. Spencer had noticed before he had himself. “When do I smile, then? I’m sure you have them catagorised.”

“Of course I do. There’s the hidden one, the one you make when Morgan’s joking about something and you’re pretending to be busy with paperwork. It’s subtle, just lips, but it’s there. Then there’s the thankful one, when someone makes you coffee, or hands you the file you needed. There’s more teeth, and you look them in the eye. Or there’s your big wide one where your eyes crinkle up, you usually do it when you’re with Jack.” He pauses for a second to catch his breath, sighing contentedly as Aaron keeps petting his hair. “I could keep going, but I may take a while.”

“Well, what’s your favourite one, then?”

“Isn’t that obvious? The ones you give to me.”

Aaron’s chest is warm and a tiny lump swells in his throat as he looks lovingly at Spencer, whose long hair shines like a halo in the dim light of the forgotten TV programme. “Which ones are those, then?” His voice is low, as though he’s afraid to break the spell of this moment by being too loud.

“All of them. Every single type, every day.”

There’s nothing else in this world that Aaron would rather do than crane his head down so he can plant a kiss on those perfect lips, so he does. It’s languid, dreamlike, mouths connecting in this perfect lamplit evening in the home they share.

Time, work, reality as a whole cease to exist. Perhaps they’ll surface in the morning, when duty calls and the sun breaks through the curtains and onto the soft sheets of their bed, but for now, they’re entirely unimportant concepts. All Aaron needs in this world is on the sofa in their living room, resting on his lap with closed eyes and soft skin.

When the two remember the importance of breathing, they finally break away, lashes fluttering open and lips pink. Spencer lets out the tiniest of laughs as he takes in Aaron’s face, scanning every inch of the man he knows so well.

“Twenty six.”

#hotchreid #aaron hotchner #spencer reid #my fic #my art #criminal minds fanfiction #star #starzzyeyed

[evansbby]

cute poyt content💗💗💗 I can imagine omega watching a tv show, something girly like gossip girl, looking all cute and snuggly. steve joins her for a cuddle (they’ve already fucked like 4 times that day so he’ll let her rest for now). obvs he makes fun of her for watching something so babyish, which makes her become all defensive and less cuddly. steve feels a lil bit bad, and sad bc he was secretly enjoying the snuggles and spending time with his gal. so he gets her to put the tv back on and they snuggle more, and steve actually really gets into the program, asking omega questions about the characters and plot. she’s really enjoying spending time with him where he’s not just trying to fuck her. the next day he comes home and she’s already watching the show without him, and he gets really pissed off and upset. she’s all like “i’m sorry steve, i wasn’t sure if you’d want to watch it anymore bc you said it was for baby’s 🥺.” then he realises he’s not being alpha macho male enough and is like “i don’t care about ur dumb tv show what are u talking about” then he fucks her like the alpha king he is 🥰

Bestie you just ✨ get ✨ poyt!Steve, don’t you? This is so him! He’d walk in an smug and snort at omega watching some girly programme like gossip girl but of course he’d get invested in it! And he likes cuddling up with omega while they binge watch the show for hours! And Steve would have all sorts of opinions, like how “Serena is a whore” and “Chuck dresses weird” and “Dan is annoying” etc 😭😭 and omega would point out how much Carter Baizen looks like Bucky but Steve would be like “I don’t see it.” 😭😭💀

AND HE ABSOLUTELY WOULD GET MAD THAT SHE WATCHED IT WITHOUT HIM THE NEXT DAY! He’d fuck her hard as a punishment and pretend not to care but then he’d catch up by himself on his phone late at night 😭

#anon #poyt drabble #poyt ask

[minigirl87]

Happy Anniversary, Marc

Marc Spector x F'Reader

NSFW 🔞 under 18's DNI ⚠️

It's your wedding anniversary, and Marc gets his reward for wearing a shirt and tie.

It's my 11th wedding anniversary this week, and I thought, why not write a little something to celebrate. The song included was my wedding song and is a personal favourite. Enjoy ❤️

Summary:-

Pure indulgent fluff and smut. Marc is uncomfortable being dressed up for your anniversary dinner and is rewarded and appreciated afterwards. Marc is a sweetheart and loves red lippy. Reader is not described in any way.

Warnings:-

Sex toys (I highly recommend this toy, btw). P in V , oral male and female receiving. Squirting, cum, mutual masturbation. Use of the word fuck.

Please practice safe sex.

Word count 1915

Marc stood in front of the mirror, fidgeting in a crisp white shirt look between a black tie and one that was of your favourite colour. He hated being dressed up, but he hated letting you down more. But for your wedding anniversary, he was going to force him to manage.

The three of them decided it was best that Marc went first with the celebrations as legally he was the one you were married to, but in love, you were married to the three of them, you wore a tri wedding band 3 bands interlinked plain bands one gold (Marc), one rose gold (Steven) and the third white gold (Jake).

As he looks at both ties, he thinks back to when he planned this night. Marc had been sitting watching baseball on the tv as you were snuggled up next to him, watching the Great British menu on your tablet with your earphones in. His right arm laying over the stomach, his left playing with your hair as you rested your head on his stomach and right hand resting on his left one.

You had let a soft sigh as you as you watch your programme. Marc had gently nudged your shoulder for you to pull an ear phone out. “you OK, baby?” You had smiled up at him lovingly replied that the chef you were watching worked at the Ritz and how you dreamed of going there one day, and they idea was born.

As he chooses your favourite colour tie to wear, he hears your keys rattle in the flats door and your voice carrying through “Hi Sweetheart I’m back. Where are you?” Marc smiles as he ties his toe “in the bedroom Baby” and he listens to walking towards him. “well hello sexy, aren’t you looking handsome” As you peck his lips Marc’s cheeks turn red as he mumbles something about himself.

He fidgets with his cuffs before you gently take his hands. “Your not comfortable, are you sweetheart?” Marc avoids the question in his typical style “baby I’m fine, you look so beautiful” you smile back at him “Thank you for everything, I appreciate you doing this sweetheart” Marc beams with happiness a genuine happy smile etched on his handsome face, you smooth his hair back behind his ear. His smell captivating your senses.

Gently tapping his bum telling him to go sit on the sofa so you can get changed, you had decided to treat yourself to getting your hair and make done professionally as your husband was treating you to the Ritz. Marc leaves to get and wait for you, pondering why you didn’t have lipstick on.

You quickly change out your jeans and jumper and underwear. You hook up the black satin and lace suspender belt, slipping on the black seemed stockings snapping them onto to belt then pulling on the black lacy knickers on top then hooking the matching black satin and lace balcony bra, finely slipping on your sensible but sexy heels. Admiring yourself in the mirror as you applied red lipstick, Marcs favourite shade (each of them had a favourite shade of red), you decided to snap a selfie for later.

You chose a beautiful navy blue dress embroidered with shades of reds, pinks, and green floral on it. You felt special and good. You finished your look with a pair of pearl drop earrings and your favourite perfume. You grabbed your black clutch and walked towards Marc.

Marc looks at you like a man dying of thirst as he drinks you in and is glad that Steven and Jake were leaving him be tonight. “oh baby, you look amazing. My woman is the most stunning on earth to me” grinning like a Cheshire cat. “Shall we go?” Offering his hand, which you gladly take, leaving the flat secured and heading to the Ritz for your anniversary.

You have a lovely evening together enjoying each others company, the food, the wine, and the atmosphere. When it’s time to leave there’s a slight breeze as the London sky starts to get grey and the street and shop lights romantically illuminate your walk home, as soon as Marc senses a shiver in you his suit jackets of and around your shoulders as well as his arm.

You get back to flat as soon as the flat door is closed, both all over each as you head to the bedroom. Marc unzips you dress, and as it falls, it pools at your feet. Marc looks in awe at you standing in front of him “baby you’re a goddess, so beautiful, my love.” You start undoing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt, pushing it away and down his toned chest and arms, his honey coloured skin glowing in the gentle lamp light.

He looks at you with such love and trust as he softly swiping his thumb over your cheek whispering “I love you” You kiss him tenderly, whispering the same against his soft lips. As you unbuckle his belt and undo his trousers you feel his cock pushing against the seem. pushing him gently so he’s sitting on the bed. Looking up at him lust fully with hooded eye’s you fall gently to your knees in front of him.

You go straight to his aching cock kissing the tip before devouring him in your warm wet mouth. A guttural moan as his eyelids flickered followed by “fuck, baby” as you start sucking him. Marc admires you as your pretty lips slide up and down his shaft leaving a trail of red lipstick on his hard cock “such a good girl, your lips are so pretty as suck my cock” he grabs a fistful of your hair guiding up and down rhythmically, a slight snarl on his face when you suck on the head only tasting his salty sweetness of his pre cum on your tongue.

Rubbing your thumb over his balls as you cradle them in your hand. Sucking them as swipe your tongue alone them. Fitting his cock as it twitches as pulses against your palm. Marc has a light glow of sweat against his body the looks like a sculpture that should be in a gallery.

Marc Groans above you making the most beautiful sounds and moaning your name and telling you your his beautiful wife. He sinks his fingers into your hair again, tightening his fist at your roots move your swollen red stained lips towards his throbbing cock again. As you sink your lips down onto him. Marc starts thrusting his hips moaning as he starts fucking your mouth the tip of his cock hitting you throat making you gag, your saliva mixes with the red lipstick coating his cock. He fucks your mouth harder as your breasts bounce against his hips with the momentum.

Snarling and Groan above you “baby, I’m gonna cum” As he grips your hair has he shoots his ropes of pearly cum in your mouth as you swallow every drop, sucking his sensitive and softening cock clean. Your face is covered in smudged red lipstick and tear stained mascara eyes and cheeks. Marc softly runs his thumb along your lips “you’re so beautiful to me like this, my love, my life, my wife.” It’s a beautiful sight indeed “I will forever love you and care for you” you reply, kissing his inside hip.

You both get your breath back under control as Marc leans down and pulls you up on the bed beside him and proceeds to kick his shoes, trousers, and underwear off. Reaching into your bedside cabinet bring out your favourite sex toy the rose and then spits on it as he proceeds to move between your legs switching it on you hear it vibrating in his palm then you moan his name loudly as Marc pushes it past your knickers placing in on your clit, your core burning in pleasure.

Marc feels his cock twitching and pulsing again as you moan his name as he watches the rose suck on your sopping wet pearl between your shaking legs, your moans are almost pornographic to his circular movements and your pleasure. Marc gathers your slick with his free hand, then slides two of his thick digits in, you scream as he then starts kissing and sucking on your inner thigh.

You grab a handful of his chocolate curls tightly as you pant “I’m so close my love” he removes the rose and starts sucking and lapping at your clit and thrusting his fingers in and out your squelching cunt, his words vibrate against your core “cum baby, cum on my tongue I want to taste you” at his words you cum in euphoria as you squirt on his tongue and lips. “your so fucking beautiful spent like this baby. My beautiful wife, I love when you cum hard for me.” Gently kissing you quivering pussy lips as he cleans your slick up with his tongue.

He removes your knickers, throwing them away and crawling like a predator on its prey, kissing and sucking your skin as he moves up your body. Towering above you resting his weight on his hands, his lips swollen, your juices covering them and his chin. Surprisingly, when he leans in, the kiss is gentle and tender as you taste each other. Kissing his way back down your jaw, neck, and chest, kneading your breasts pinching and sucking the hard buds through the bras lace.

For a big, strong guy, Marc is incredibly gentle, though he doesn’t think he is. He moves to standing at the bottom of the he grabs your hips, pulling you down to him. He pumps his leaking cock again before running the head between your slick folds soliciting a loud moan of “MARC” from your hoarse throat, as he pushes himself in your heated core “so wet baby, you enjoy this don’t you?” panting as he thrusts teasingly slow and steady. “Fuck yes my love, I love when you fuck me like this” you whimper out between moans.

You start moving your hips to meet his movements, Marc takes the hint and fucks you faster as you see his face and back tense up. He completely pulls out and pumps his cock before thrusting back in roughly as his thumb rubs rhythmic circles on your pulsing clit, you feel his cock pulsing inside you as you grab his hand as you both hit climax cuming together as pleasure washes over you both as moans and heavy breathing and the smell of your love for each other fill the air.

Marc lays down beside you, gathering you in his arms, holding you close as you both come back from your high. You snuggle into him, stroking his bicep, leaning up you, looking into his eyes lovingly as you kiss with love. “Happy Anniversary my love, I love you” leaning to kiss him and “Thank you for tonight” Marc blushes “Happy Anniversary Baby, I love you too” he kisses you back “you’re everything I need and want.” He whispers as he cuddles you again.

After a few moments of enjoying your bliss, you both decide to shower and change. Climbing to bed cuddling again, Marc moves a strand of you’re wet hair, raising an eyebrow while a smirks crosses his handsome face and cheekily asks “ready for round 2 baby” and you giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck “always my love.”

I hope you enjoy, feedback, and reblogs welcome.

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[withoutyouimsaskia]

Remember Me, Special Dreams

Part I.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20 | Part 21 | Part 22 | Part 23 | Part 24 | Part 25

GIF: Originally posted by @sandmancentral

Summary: Self-insert. You're having trouble with recurring night terrors and Morpheus pays you a visit.

Warnings: language, angst, mentions of night terrors.

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: Title from the lyrics of Placebo’s Special Needs. Story inspired by my own experience with parasomnia and night terrors. Fun fact: I've had two parasomnia episodes since starting to write this and they were quite something! Second part coming soon. Have a great day, Saskia.

Sandman Masterlist

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Sleep hallucinating was not something that you had experienced as a child. The occasional bout of sleep talking and walking, yes, but seeing things in a state of semi-unconsciousness was something you had grown into. 

This particular type of parasomnia was fuelled by nightmarish visions. Of insects and arachnids crawling in your sheets. Of threatening, humanoid shadows stalking the perimeter of your bed. One instance a few years ago had been a severed head floating above your face. Macabre but not wholly unexpected due to the brutal TV programme you had been watching before bedtime.

Each incident unleashed a visceral, unbridled terror that sent your pulse spiking and incoherent noises tumbling from your mouth. There would be a frantic scramble for the nearby light source, a search of your room or violent thrashings of your limbs to defend against your imagined threat. 

Strangely, unlike when you had sleep walked and talked, you were always lucid enough to be aware of what was transpiring and recall each detail come morning. However, the truly unsettling part of each episode would be that despite your recognition that these visions weren’t real, you were totally unable to stop your physical reactions to them.

Your rational brain would be held hostage by your subconscious and until you had performed your safety behaviours, you were unable to assuage your over-stimulated mind.

There was a pattern to it too; when your life was being affected with stress, the hallucinations would gain their freedom. At present, stress was staining your nearly every waking moment and creating turmoil in your nocturnal ones.

This had been happening every night for over a week, with each hallucination becoming more vivid every time. It had resulted in a jittery dread of bedtime and extreme exhaustion come morning.

So when a worry-amplifying day at work coincides with you noticing a person standing in the corner of your room, you are hardly astonished.

As per, your survival instinct kicks in and forces you to slam your clammy hand onto the plastic lamp switch.

Terror then turns to confusion when your delusion doesn’t disappear like it usually would. 

"Well this is new," you speak out loud.

You blink a few times, wondering if there’s something in your eyes.

You re-focus on the space where your little desk stands.

The person is still there. They appear to be a man. And you can pick out stunning levels of detail on their pale face.

An angular bone structure and nose. Intense, bluish eyes framed by dark lashes and brows. Perfect pinkish lips. Most striking, however, is their raven-coloured hair. It sticks out in all kinds of directions with unruly precision.

You laugh feverishly. "Okay, brain, you’ve really outdone yourself this time. I applaud your newfound persistence but you can stop now. I know this isn’t real." 

“What makes you so sure that I’m not real?” The man asks.

Your head falls back in exasperation. “Oh great, a hallucination that talks.”

The position of the figure’s head told you that they were still waiting for an answer.

You lean forwards a fraction to study him more closely. You smirk as you choose your reply.

“Honestly, you’re way too attractive to be real.”

A smile ghosts over the man’s face and you hear a small noise of bemusement.

“You flatter me, but I can assure you that I am very real."

"Nope, you're just a side effect of my anxiety."

You close your eyes, upgrading to screwing them shut when you could still pick out his silhouette from behind your eyelids.

He's still there when you look again.

You find yourself rubbing rough circles into the skin at the back of your skull.

“Just wake up," you say to yourself as your movements become a little desperate.

"You already are awake." 

His tone is the blended juxtaposition of the whispered beginnings of a rainstorm paired with the sub-continental trembles of an earthquake. It is utterly distracting but somehow you manage to argue back once more.

“I’m very certain that you are a dream. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to focus on regaining consciousness.”

The image takes a single, measured step towards you.

You could now see him in the mirror across from you. You were unsure if your subconscious had paid attention to the laws of reflection before. 

The observation gives birth to panic. Never before had a dream been so intricate. And the more it progressed, the more you began to question whether you were actually asleep after all.

When he takes another step, fear moves from your stomach to your throat.

"Oh, shit," you curse in an undertone, as you find yourself retreating like a mouse from a feline.

The man continues to advance.

His floor length coat sways hypnotically with each movement he makes.

"It's just a dream," you reason.

More like a nightmare. Your inner voice volunteers unhelpfully.

Your arms form a crisscrossed belt around your waist, your hands are balled into fists, skin blanched by your clenched knuckle bones.

You begin to repeat four words in a mantra, hoping above all else that it’s enough to over-ride the sleep cycle that has you imprisoned.

“It’s just a dream. It’s just a dream. It’s just a dream. It’s just a dream.”

Your mattress is like a lifeboat in a treacherous ocean, you feel it shift under you as the man takes a seat beside you.

Two more of your senses begin to process stimuli from his presence; his proximity sends a jolt of stirring heat across your sweat-cooled skin and there’s a scent blend akin to a glacial landscape.

A landscape dominated by snow dappled mountains, divided by serene water and framed by ancient forests. Like the Fjords of Norway in the summertime.

You are aware of your growing delirium from this intoxicating sensory overload.

"It's just a dream," you whisper once more as his stare swallows you entirely.

He speaks in his velveteen voice, “Would a dream be able to do this?”

Before you have time to process, his hands are reaching for you own, prising them out of the vice-like grip you have on your torso and setting them down on your lap.

His deep blue eyes appraise you thoroughly, checking for a change in your viewpoint.

There is no difference. Your face is still set with disbelief.

A frown pinches the man’s face for a quick moment before reverting back his previous stoic expression.

His next movements are graceful and measured, like he's performed them a thousand times.

To your surprise, he pulls a leather pouch from his pocket. 

He loosens the beaded draw strings and you feel a strange hum of energy pass through the air.

By this point you are so confused by your brain’s choice of hallucination that you simply accept it without question and continue to watch the scene unfold.

Long fingers dip inside the pouch to retrieve something that you cannot see.

He's then bending so his face is at the same level as yours. There's a rush of air from his mouth and a swirl of sand is hitting your skin.

You flinch away from the assault but it's too late. The particles are in your eyes.

It brings on a sensation that is impossible to ignore. It fogs up your brain like warm breath on a cold windscreen. A sensation completely summed up by the single word you hear him utter as your body goes limp.

"Sleep."

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"All my dreaming torn in pieces."

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[faithhopeloveandtherapy]

2023 Christmas rundown

We are back home now after a week away at my parents in the Lake District for Christmas. I can say it has been 100% genuinely lovely. The circumstances are not all great - my dad is in the middle of chemotherapy and despite being very stoical, is definitely being affected by pain and side effects, and my mum is clearly worried about everything. Despite that, we managed to keep up with all our traditional Christmas activities. Having no small children with us meant that we really could just relax and rest together.

On Christmas Eve, we traditionally go to the pantomime in the morning and then to my sister’s for a meal and general drinking and merriment in the evening. H hates the panto as he’s always terrified he’ll get pulled up on stage, so he stayed at home with my dad, but the girls and I, my mum, my sister, hubby and two nephews all went. Then we all went out in the evening.

Christmas Day started with a 9am parkrun for some of us, then home for croissants and Buck’s Fizz. We did some present opening - we are that family that go round opening one gift at a time and admiring each others so it takes a while. We had to break off for Christmas dinner prep - we had the traditional enormous roast turkey with all the trimmings and 7 different vegetables. It was incredible. My sister and family came round for the Christmas dinner and then we did some more present opening. We all took Prosecco induced naps about 7pm and woke revitalised and played a board game called Cascadia.

Boxing Day we always go for a walk up our local hill and then come home and sit in front of the fire for the rest of the day.

Over the next few days, I basically did my knitting, completed a jigsaw, went for a couple of runs, and read my book. One evening we watched an Agatha Christie two part TV programme, Murder is Easy. It was all so relaxing and easy. I’d bought the Lego tiny plants set, and we spent an hour or so all making a plant each. Even my dad joined in which I hadn’t expected, as his fingers are very clumsy these days, but he was determined to get a plant built, and he did. My dad is more child-like and gentle in this phase of life and I feel relaxed around him and even protective of him. I’m so thankful for talking through all the painful stuff over the years in therapy, because it doesn’t feel like it’s tripping me up now.

Having no children in foster placement with us made it so restful - one of the very few Christmases over the last 21 years with no small children (our own or our foster children). I’m so glad we have taken this time for a fostering break.

[darkenedreaper]

Pairing: Ellen Ripley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Summary: You’re tired after long days but Ripley is always by your side

A/N: Don’t worry I’m getting the requests done and out as soon as I can

Masterlist

Sleepyhead

Due to the catastrophic and damaging events of the Xenomorph you and Ripley are side by side 24/7

You can read each other like the back of your hand

You know each other better than you know your own selves

When Ripley gets tired, she’ll become a little more clingy

She needs a little more affection than usual when she gets tired, but she needs you regardless of her mood

When she’s tired she likes to have naps with you; on the bed under the cover, on the bed with a blanket draped over you, on the couch with the tv on low, or she sleeps in your lap while you mess with her hair

As the two of you have grown even closer she can only sleep in your arms

When she’s tried she loves being little spoon, or sleeping on your chest, or you holding her whilst you lay facing each other

Oh and she has the cutest bed head

Since Ripley shows signs of when she’s getting tired you always know, but you always look out for her in case

Now, when it’s late at night she’ll keep a closer eye on you, she likes to check to see if you’re tired, overtired, or if you’re still wide awake

If you’re still wide awake she doesn’t like to ask you to come to bed because she doesn’t want to cut your night short; even when you tell her to do otherwise

If you’re overtired she simply tells you to come lay on her chest, she rubs her hand up and down your back making little shapes on it, she plays with your hair, kissing your head now and then and she has the tv on low volume and low brightness for you

You end up falling asleep within 10 minutes

Now let’s see what Ellen does when you’re tired

It was late at night now, around 11 and you’d only only just finished up on your laptop for the night. Ellen tucked Newt in to bed about an hour ago, they had a little movie night which is why Newt stayed up past her bedtime. You were tidying up your office, taking some scribbled out paper to the bin and one or two empty coffee cups to the kitchen sink in the small apartment you and Ellen shared on the ship back home. Ripley was in her dressing gown, curled up and comfy with a hot chocolate you’d made her before you packed up your work. She wasn’t tired just yet, so she was sat up watching some episodes on the tv.

You had quickly changed into your sleepwear and quietly checked on Newt before walking to the couch to join Ellen. She turned her head to watch you join her as she uncurled herself and opened her arm that wasn’t holding her drink. You slipped under her arm and curled up next to her whilst her hand came to rub circles on your shoulder. “Hi darling are you finished for the night?” She asked you, and you groggily replied almost falling asleep under her loving touches, “I’m done for now, if I do anymore tonight I’ll die” you stated. She chuckled at your sentence and brought her lips to your head, “We can’t have that”.

Your eyes continued to droop for the time you remained in her one arm embrace. You wanted to go to bed and snuggle alongside Ripley but you wouldn’t interrupt her programme.

You were almost suddenly awaken by a tickling sensation on your stomach and sides, Ellen was trying to tickle you awake. You jumped up and say up looking at smiling Ripley. You must’ve fallen asleep on her and she pulled you down to lay on her lap as she finished watching her episodes, “I think you’re ready for bed sleepyhead”, she said stroking your arm. The tv was now off amd everywhere was fine and safe.

As the two of you approached your bedroom, you eyed up the bed ready for you to jump in to. Ripley gently took your wrist and gave a kiss to your cheek and spoke, “I’ll go check on Newt, you get into bed”, she kissed your cheek and walked off to check on the girl. “Ok sweetheart you quietly replied. You took the opportunity to use the bathroom to brush you teeth and do whatever else and by the time Ripley had walked back into your room you were already all tucked in, snug and smiling at Ellen who stopped at the doorframe smiling at you. You took your arms out from under the covers and held them out to her and she spoke, “2 minutes honey”. As she closed the bathroom door over she smiled to herself at your excited response of ‘ok!’.

Your love was finally on her way over to you and as she was you pulled the covers back so she could skip under them and as soon as she did you placed yourself into her open arms and sighed contentedly. In return she wrapped her arms around you, making you feel safe, and protected, like nothing could harm you. She smiled at your satisfied hum and after she gently spoke, “Honey you shouldn’t work yourself so hard”. Her hands were slowly and gently running up and down your back and across your tense but now relaxed shoulder blades. You responded to her, “I’m so lucky to have you Ellen”. She only replied by tightening her hold on you and kissing your forehead.

Soon she was falling asleep herself, the way your hand draped over her hip and massaged her sides, relaxed her into a state of euphoria. She quickly rolled over to turn the light off and was soon back to you. You lifted your head up out of her chest for a goodnight kiss. She placed her lisp onto yours in a delicate, passionate and loving way. After your kiss she leaned her head against your and said, “I love you, now close your eyes and sleep”. She said before resting her chin on your head, her heart fluttering at your reply, “I love you more”.

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[sebstan2020]

Red Ties

Chapter 1

Mary, a sweet Christian girl living in the city of Brooklyn as a nurse had a simple life. She loved her work, her friends and attending church every Sunday and helping Reverend McCarthy. Her life was nothing out of the ordinary. However, it all changed one day when she bumps into the intriguing and intimidating James Barnes, Brooklyn’s notorious mafia boss and is introduced to a world of guns, lust and dominance.

Warnings: BDSM, Dom/Sub, Mafia, Violence, Gang, SMUT, Sex, Possessive Bucky, Overprotectiveness, Bondage, Sexual Themes, Dark Themes, Guns, Drugs, Gang Violence

“Mrs McKenzie, I’m here!” Mary called as she entered the small apartment, carrying her medical bag with her and shutting the door quietly, careful not to startle Mrs McKenzie. She was a fragile old lady and certainly had a temper on her when she needed it. The smell of mint humbugs and the lemon diffusor Mary brought her for Christmas lingered in the whole apartment. The tv was on quietly in the background, playing the latest episode of Paradise. A soap opera about a neighbourhood in Maryland and the drama and gossip that runs over the five main family’s that live there. It’s a decent piece of tv to watch if you have nothing to do all day which is exactly what Mrs McKenzie did.

As expected, Mrs McKenzie was sat in her plush chair directly in front of the tv, her warm fluffy slippers over her feet and her favourite blank draped over her lap. Her thick glasses rested on the bridge of her nose as she intently watched the show, a grin on her face. She lived for this show. It was probably the only thing going for her otherwise she’d be asleep all day, dozed off without a care in the world. If they ever watch this show, the old lady would have a heart attack.

She didn’t bat an eyelid as Mary walked into her small lounge room, dumping her medical bag on the floor. There was a small glass of water beside her on the little table along with her box of tissues and small jar of mint humbugs she loved to suck on now and then. Mary checked the time on her small watch hanging from her pocket above her breast, ensuring it was the correct time for her to take her medication.

“How are you to- “.

“Shush” she was immediately cut off my Mrs McKenzie, her wrinkly bony finger silencing her as she stared at the tv. Mary zipped her lips and waited a minute, looking between her and the tv. There was some sort of argument going on between two of the characters, Debbie, and Casandra. Suddenly Debbie slapped Casandra, the two fighting with hair pulling and scratching until Tom the husband of Casandra forced himself between them, breaking them up. The show cut to its advert, and Mrs McKenzie chuckled, leaning back in her chair.

“I never liked that Casandra” she murmured, and Mary giggled, shaking her head a little. This woman and her programme.

“Now what were you saying dear?” she said sweetly to Mary as if she hadn’t just shushed her so she could watch her programme. Mary took a seat in the chair next to her, smiling at her.

“I was saying how are you today?” Mary said softly.

“Oh, you know, same old, still stuck in this hellhole” Mary stood and wandered into the tiny kitchen to gather her medication. It was kept in box with the days of the week on it, each little compartment a different colour. Before she had this, Mrs McKenzie was constantly losing her medication, finding packets fallen at the back of her cupboards, pressed between the cushions of her plush chair or fallen underneath her bed. The box was a good idea and it helped Mary to know which medications she had taken already.

“It could be worse; you could be in one of those care homes” Mary pointed out from the kitchen, raising her voice loud enough for Mrs McKenzie to hear and she heard the discomfort of Mrs McKenzie.

“Oh god no, I couldn’t think of anything worse, whatever you do, do not put me in one of those” Mrs McKenzie said with a warning, looking at Mary hard from over her glasses as she came back over.

“You know I won’t do that” Mary handed her the two small tablets she fished from today’s compartment and held her glass of water for her.  She swallowed them with ease, rinsing them down with the water and thanking her politely. Mrs McKenzie was too comfortable and put together to be put in a care home. She was perfectly able to look after herself, but she required some assistance.

Being a nurse was something Mary dreamed about when she was a little girl. It was either that or becoming a vet. She was always saving little birds in her garden, helping injured squirrels or hedgehogs, and nursing them back to health. She remembers vividly that day she rescued a baby hedgehog from being eaten by the family dog Buster. She had made the little thing a warm cosy nest in an old shoe box and kept him safe in her bedroom without her parents knowing. She’d spend every waking moment with the cute little hedgehog and even gave him a name, spikey. A classic for a hedgehog. The day she set him back off home when he recovered was a sad one for her, but she was happy to see him go back to his family.

But as she grew older and her love for animals increased, she realised that becoming a vet was a lot of work and she would hate to have to put any animal down. She couldn’t live with herself if she did. Not only that but a couple years before attending university, her mother was diagnosed with stage three cancer. There wasn’t much that could be done to remove the cancer despite the hospital trying everything. But her mother couldn’t keep fighting any longer and passed when Mary was just sixteen, leaving her and her father. So, she chose the route of becoming a nurse. Mary grew up in a Christian household. Her parents were heavily religious people, with her mother working at the local church and her father now a retired cop. They were a typical Christian family. Of course her parents named after the Virgin Mary. Her older brother Tyler moved to California with his wife after marrying her and have two beautiful boys. Every Sunday they would attend church and help with fundraisers and bake sales held by the church. Mary did everything the bible said. Every night she said her prayers, she blessed her food, she thanked God for everything he has done and continued to do. She never once did anything against the bible. Never smoked, never gambled, and of course never sinned. She was the perfect student in school, of course going to an all-Christian girl’s school in her pleated plaid skirt and white shirt with her knee-high socks. She was everything a Christian girl would be.

Even during her university days, she was never as wild as some of the girls there were. She never went out on benders getting smashed and waking up in stranger’s beds. Of course, she had a drink here and there, but the bible doesn’t accept getting drunk and the last thing she’d want to do is anger God.

After studying for three years in California, she moved back to her hometown of Brooklyn New York to work at the hospital. She worked there for a couple of years before becoming a field nurse and helping the community. Her family did so much for it whilst she was growing up and she felt she needed to give as well and after her mother’s death, she knew she wanted to help as many people as she could after going what she went through. From time to time, she works a small shift at the local hospital, helping with staff shortages and caring for patients that need it the most. It was her dream come true.

But the pay wasn’t the best. Her extra shifts at the hospital helped with the bills and kept her going but she rarely had money to spend on herself. It was always bills first, car payments and food. She can’t remember the last time she treated herself to anything. Her clothes were getting a bit old, but she had no money to buy new ones and her apartment was costing her a fortune with everything breaking all the time. One day it’s the heating, the next it’s the oven, then the bathroom. It was never ending.

Mary loved her job. She loved seeing the smile on peoples face when she cared for them, ensuring patients had a smooth journey when they came to the hospital and keeping them company. Some of these elderly patients of hers never had any visitors and she was the only person they would talk to and being a Christian girl, she was to be kind to everyone and love thy neighbour. Mrs McKenzie was one of them. Her husband died ten years ago, and they never had any children. She didn't have any company until Mary came.

She had gotten into an accident falling down the stairs in their house. She had done a number on herself what with breaking her leg and cutting her head open. She was brought to the hospital when a neighbour was concerned and called for an ambulance when they found her unconscious on the floor, bleeding. Mary was the one to care for her in the hospital. They had created a bond that Mary would cherish forever and since then she had come to see her every week, helping her with her meds, changing her dressings when required and providing her a different face to talk to. Over the years she had grown a bit cranky, but Mary didn’t mind, it was her personality and she loved it.

“So, then what’s new?” Mrs McKenzie asked, relaxing back in her chair, resting her head back and clasping her fingers together.

“Oh, not much, same old” Mary shrugged. Lately it had all been about work. She hadn’t had much time or money to go out with her friends which she would have liked but right now she didn’t have the funds for it.

“Don’t tell me you’ve been sat at that apartment of yours like an old coot and doing nothing” Mrs McKenzie scolded, and Mary blushed a little, unable to hide her truth. Mrs McKenzie sighed, shaking her head.

“You know what you need to do, find a man” she pointed.

“Mrs McKenzie- “.

“Now hang on dear, let me finish. You need to find yourself a good man to take you out and show you a good time. Back in my day we had…” Mary rolled her eyes, laughing softly as Mrs McKenzie began one of her rants. If she had a dollar for every time she said ‘back in my day’ she’d probably afford to go out.

“I haven’t had time” Mary tried to make an excuse. It wasn’t that she didn’t have time, she had plenty of time. It was more than she hadn’t found someone that sparked her interest. All the boys were the same, either a fuck boy or some werido. The last time she went on a date was probably about nine months ago and since then it’s been a few swipes on Tinder and then nothing more.

Mary was a shy girl. She had long blonde hair with soft bangs at the front and bright blue/green eyes with long lashes. She had plump pink lips and a perfect set of teeth. She always wore her tiny cross around her neck, never taking it off expect for work at the hospital or in the shower. It was one her mother gave her before she passed and she always kept it with her. Around her friends she was more outgoing and talked more but upon first meeting her, she was quieter than a mouse. Not only that but you could say she was… innocent. Being a Christian, the bible strictly forbids sex before marriage and sins of any natures. She hadn’t much experience with boys, especially going to an all-girls school and in her college days, she didn’t do what the other girls were doing which was kissing every boy around the corner. She spent most of her time in her dorm, studying, praying and staying away from the troubles awaiting out there. She could be a little ditzy at times, not quite understanding the latest slangs or keeping up to date with the gossip spreading around the town. She was stuck in her little world of Christianity and a life of obeying God. And she wouldn’t change it for anything.

“Now don’t give me that bullshit” Mary burst into a laughter at Mrs McKenzie’s swearing. The old lady had a fire inside her that sometimes couldn’t be tamed. She was like a grandmother to Mary, always full of wisdom and answers to her problems and a great laugh. She could always cheer Mary up whenever she was feeling down.

“I’m serious, I’ve been struggling with the bills lately, but I think I’m back on track” Mary said a little sadly.

“I keep telling you to get a job in a private practice or one of those private hospitals, you’d make more money and not have to spend your time in this dump”.

“But then I wouldn’t see you, and then you’d have to go to a care home” Mary gave her a sideways glance, her lips turning into a smirk.

“What! Absolutely not, I’ll die before I go to one of those” Mary giggled, and Mrs McKenzie gave a faint smile to her.

“How’s your leg, does it need redressing?” Mary sunk to the ground, holding up Mrs McKenzie’s right leg and pulling her skirt up to reveal the very clean bandage she had applied the other day. It looked well and the skin had turned less purple than it was a few days ago which meant it was healing.

“The meds are helping but the morning is the worst” Mary frowned and dropped her leg slowly as to not hurt her, standing up and straightening her blue scrubs out.

“I’ll ask the doctor if he can get you something for the morning to stop it hurting so much” she suggested, and Mrs McKenzie smiled at her.

“Thank you, Mary” her fiery temper had now become dormant, and her sweetness erupted instead. This woman could go from one to a hundred with the click of your fingers.

Mary stayed for another fifteen minutes, brewing up a cup of tea for Mrs McKenzie and sharing a biscuit from her special tin. It was round and had two border collie puppies on the front. She kept the tin under her chair as she was paranoid the other carers that sometimes came by when Mary wasn’t available would steal it. Mary insisted that wasn’t the case but there was no stopping this lady. Paradise played on in the background, but Mrs McKenzie didn’t take notice. Mary made a mental note to rewind it before she left, knowing if she didn’t get her fix of Paradise, she’d be a cranky lady for the next time she visited.

“Well, I better be off now, you got my number if any- “for the third time she was cut off with a wave of her hand.

“Yes, yes I got your number, not that I know how to work this bloody thing” Mary smiled kindly at her and picked up her bag.

“Now next time you come back I want to hear a man’s name coming from your mouth” Mrs McKenzie ordered, and Mary scoffed, shaking her head.

“Mrs McKenzie, you are too much” she murmured and picked up the remote, rewinding her programme to the beginning of the second half.

“Let me know what happens yeah” she said but she didn’t get an answer as Mrs McKenzie was now engrossed in the conversation between Rosa and Camille. Mary slung her bag over her shoulder and left the apartment, walking down the hallway to the elevator. She was all finished here and had another patient to attend to which was about fifteen minutes away. She hummed softly to herself as the elevator descended, reaching the bottom floor, and pinging open.

The sun shone brightly, almost blinding her as she stepped out into the warm blaze. It had just passed spring and was now turning to a hot summer. People were turning from the thin jackets to strappy tops and shorts, the increase of skin showing significantly. There was a light breeze as Mary jogged out of the building, the warmth from the sun slowly giving her skin a glow as if she had been under the sunbed. She was an easy girl to tan. She had that skin that even when burned would turn into a great tan a day later. She was lucky. Some only burned and turned into a red-hot mess, looking like a tomatoe. Not her though. Mary stared at her phone as she walked across the parking lot to her little polo parked in an awkward spot. Parking was not her forte, especially parallel. She only did it once on her driving test and since then she never done it again. But hey, her car wasn’t blocking anyone’s, and the parking lot was pretty empty. It’s not like the residents here were driving around.

Mary kept her head down, staring into her screen, unaware of her surroundings when suddenly she felt herself walk into something hard, or should she say someone. A high gasp and a grunt came from her and the person in front, knocking her back slightly. There was a clatter of objects, one being her phone, another being her bag and she stumbled backwards, her feet losing their balance until a strong hand grabbed her, pulling her back to safety.

Mary looked up with wide eyes, her body freezing, and eyes locked with bright blue ones.

Chapter 2

Hey guys hope everyone is okay. I know I haven't updated for a while and I kind of fell into a slump with this one, couldn't decide how to carry it on. So I've been thinking and I want to change the story up a little bit, change Mary’s character. The story line will be mostly the same, just a few tweaks here and there. I hope you like the new chapter, let me know what you think in the comments and if you want to be tagged as well 

@pattiemac1​

@sebastiansluts​

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[moo9395]

Martyn/ Jimmy/ Scott/ Tango - ship fic

For @entropicthymes as part of the @mcytblrholidayexchange​

It was new years eve and Martyn, Scott, Jimmy, and Tango were all sitting in their living room watching the end of something on the TV.

Scott was lying on the sofa with his feet in Jimmy’s lap idly flicking through a magazine. Leant up against the sofa between Jimmy's knees was Tango with Martyns head lying in his lap as the former absentmindedly combed his fingers through the latters hair. 

As the programme came to an end Scott tossed his magazine onto the coffee table and moved to get up. 

“I’m going to pop the kettle on” He said as he stretched and ran a hand through his hair.

Tango shuffled Martyns head off, ignoring his protests, and stood up to help Scott.

Seeing as his pillow had gone, Martyn stood up and plonked himself down on the sofa next to Jimmy.

Said pillow then reappeared, popping his head round the door to ask who wanted tea.

Jimmy and Martyn answered simultaneously with a polite “Me please” to Tango rolled his eyes fondly. 

In a few minutes Scott returned with a tray of mugs in his hands which he gently placed on the coffee table before squashing himself between Jimmy and Martyn.

“Room for a little one?” Tango asked, grinning.

Jimmy shifted up pushing the other two with him “Always room for you”. 

“Are we doing presents then?” Martyn inquired, hands wrapped around his warm mug.

Jimmy bobbed excitedly causing Tango to squeak in alarm and Scott to nearly spill his tea.

“Sorry” he babbled apologetically as Martyn laughed. 

Once Jimmy had stopped apologising, Martyn stood up and made his way over to the ‘certainly not over decorated’ Christmas tree (Scott had been in charge) and began pulling out the gifts underneath. 

“Right, who wants to go first?” he asked, settling himself down cross legged on the floor, four wrapped gifts beside him. 

“Lets just go in a circle” Jimmy answered “Start with Tango and end with Martyn” 

“Alright sounds good to me” Scott added as the others hummed in approval. 

Martyn turned to his pile of presents and ruffled through a few labels before handing a soft, flopping looking package to Tango. 

The blaze-born flipped the tag over which read ‘To Tango, from your secret santa x’. 

He then carefully unwrapped the present.

“Wow,” he murmured, holding up a knitted sweater decorated with intricate designs and patterns in shades of red, orange and yellow. 

“Do you like it?” Martyn asked nervously.

“Well that's sort of given away the ‘Secret Santa’ aspect of this but oh well” Jimmy said under his breath.

Tango ignored him “It’s gorgeous Martyn,” he replied, still staring at the gift “Where did you get it?”

Martyn mumbled something under his breath as his cheeks flushed and he began to play with the carpet.

“You what?” Scott inquired curiously.

“I made it” Martyn answered, cheeks flushing even further as he glanced up grinning at the looks of shock on his partner's faces. 

The three of them just stared open mouthed at him until Jimmy broke the silence “I didn’t know you could knit”

Martyn smirked “Well a mans gotta have some secrets doesn’t he?” he answered, recovering some of his usual bravado. 

“Well sure but you don’t usually expect the secret to be world class knitting skills do you?” Tango added smiling fondly as any bravado Martyn had managed to claw back vanished in the blushing mess.

“Alright who’s next” Scott asked loudly pulling Martyn back to reality “Right yeah, Jimmy” he babbled handing Jimmy a package.

Jimmy tore off the wrapping rather unceremoniously and pulled out a large blanket.

It was cream with tassels at each end and covered in colourfully embroidered flowers.

Jimmy squealed (it was a very manly squeal) in delight as he ran his fingers over each design.

“Happy new year” Scott giggled and Jimmy leapt on him pressing kisses to whatever he could reach.

“Alright let him breathe” Tango chided but his smile was evident in his voice.

Jimmy pulled back still beaming and went back to examining the poppies, carnations, bluebells and other flowers that Scott had expertly sewn into the blanket.

Scott accepts the package from Martyn with a polite “thank you love” and a peck on the cheek.

It’s smaller than the others but Scott knows size is no guarantee of worth (Minds out the gutter please) as he carefully undoes the bow and slowly peels back the wrapping.

“It’s like watching a strip tease” Martyn quips, the comment earning a stifled laugh from Jimmy and a glare from Scott who tosses the wrapping paper at him.

Having finally unwrapped the gift Scott is now holding a small box, he removes the lid and peeling back the layers of golden tissue paper pulls out a pair of earrings.

“Oh they’re gorgeous” he exclaims holding up one of the pairs, it's long and dangling with four large crystals connected by rows of tiny clear beads. 

“There’s a crystal to show each of us” Tango explained, he was too excited to care about giving himself away.

Scott inspected the gems further, he was familiar with gemstones and recognised each, a chunk of yellow jasper for Jimmy, a piece of prehnite for Martyn, a bit of red sunstone for Tango, and a segment of amazonite for him.

“Are you crying?” Jimmy asked amused.

Scott sniffed “Mind your own business” the others laughed and Tango reached out a warm hand and ruffled Scott's hair.

Once Scott had recovered himself it was Martyns turn. 

“I wonder who this could be from” the blond said, lifting his gift into the air and shaking it with mock confusion.

Jimmy rolled his eyes affectionately “Just open it”.

Martyn pulled the red ribbon of the small (and surprisingly neatly wrapped) box, before pulling off the wrapping.

Underneath the holly covered wrapping paper was a velvet box, Martyn gently lifted the hinged lid to reveal a small, ornate ring.

After lifting the ring out of its box he rotated it with his fingers examining the finely carved lettering.

“It’s all of our initials and our anniversary” Jimmy said with flushed cheeks “I know it's similar to Tango’s.. I didn’t mean to.. obviously.. I didn’t know-”

Martyn cut him off with a peck on the lips “It’s lovely Jim, thank you”.

Jimmy beamed, obviously delighted before pulling Martyn unceremoniously down onto the sofa.

Scott and Tango sat laughing at Martyn’s muffled protests to being suffocated in feathers. 

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After a couple games of Mario Party, Jimmy leapt up from the sofa “The fireworks are starting!” he cheered as he ran over to the window peering out into the dark.

Scott and Martyn heaved themselves up to go and look, Martyn opening the window as he reached it.

The sound of fireworks filled the small apartment along with the small shrieks of excitement from a certain canary.

“Jimmy you’re getting feathers in my mouth again” Martyn muttered, pushing yellow wings out of his face. 

Then he paused as he heard a soft whimper behind him “Tango?” he whispered as he turned.

Tango was crouched in the corner of the room, back to the wall and hands clamped over his ears.

Martyn rushed over to him, noticing his sudden absence Scott and Jimmy also turned. 

Martyn crouched down beside his boyfriend whose eyes were screwed up and his hands were still clamped over his ears.

“I think it's the noise” Scott muttered gently, noticing the blazeborns tail flicking agitatedly.  

Jimmy shot up and tripped over himself in his hurry to close the window.

The sound of fireworks was muffled, for good measure Jimmy closed the curtains before returning to his boyfriends.   

“Tango sweetie, can you hear me?” Scott probed softly but the blaze-born didn’t even acknowledge the statement.

“We need to ground him” Jimmy whispered as he gently began tracing patterns in his partner's folded knees.

Martyn and Scott followed his example; Scott rubbing smooth circles in the blond's back and Martyn opting for gently playing with his hair.

After a few moments Tango's breathing relaxed, his hands moved away from his ears and his eyes fluttered open.

“Hello sunshine” Martyn breathed lightly “Are you feeling better?”.

Tango nodded shyly before rasping out a small “thank you”.

The three of them smiled softly before Jimmy stood “Come on let’s go back to the sofa”.

The others murmured in agreement as the canary pulled them to their feet. 

They all settled down on the sofa and Scott grabbed a soft blanket placing it over them, Jimmy reaching over to grab his blanket and placing it on top. 

Martyn switched the TV and put on big hero six before settling back to playing with Tangos hair.

Jimmy was lying curled across the blaze-borns lap and the latter was gently preening his wings.

Scott had his head on Martyns shoulder gently tracing stars onto the shorter man’s thigh.

Eventually Jimmy dropped off to sleep and was soon followed by Tango. 

Martyn stopped playing with his hair after a few moments and turned his head to look down at Scott before reaching his hand round to stroke the younger’s cheek.

“Happy new year” He murmured softly, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head.

A smaller hand found his own as Scott gently ran his thumb across Martyn’s fingers “Happy new year”.

#life series #traffic smp #jimmy solidarity #trafficblr #martyn littlewood #traffic series #tangotek #scott smajor #life series fic #tango/ jimmy/ Scott/ martyn #new years #gift giving #traffic shipping #fluff #mild hurt/comfort #panic attack #fireworks #tangotek blaze hybrid #jimmy solidarity canary hybrid #domestic fluff #one shot #fanfiction #fanfic #mcytblrholidayexchange2023

[oracleofapollon]

“I love you, okay? I know I don’t say it enough.” With peter please 🥺

that was such a cute concept, i feel like i didn't do it justice :(

pete x reader, gn!reader, hurt/comfort, crying, anxiety and r having mean thoughts about themself

As soon as you lock the door behind you, it becomes too much.

Too much work, too many projects, too many expectations to meet (most of the expectations you set yourself, and are pretty unrealistic). Every single thing coming towards you seems like a burden—the unmade bed or the need to think what to have for dinner. Small tasks add to the big pile of stress, uncertainty, and gradually start to envelop you, trapping you like a metal chain you can’t free yourself from.

So there you are, standing in front of the mirror, washing your hands, crying at the thought of doing the laundry. You mentally scold yourself for being overdramatic. Taking a big breath you head towards the kitchen to see what you can cook.

You never get to the kitchen, though. As soon as you see the sofa you crash onto it, stretching and yawning and fighting merciless sleep. An idea crosses your mind—you could watch silly TV programmes—but you feel too worn out to grab the remote, let alone focus on anything. So you sigh and look around, exhausted by the warmth of tears in your eyes. It makes you feel uncomfortable, on edge, dirty, in a way you can’t really explain.

Laying there, staring at the bookshelves, you notice a picture of you as a child. In the photo you were no older than 5 years, smiling at the camera, lacking two teeth. You remember the place—a park you used to live next to, the place you visited often. It was clearly summer, you were surrounded by bushes of white flowers and a cute pink hat was shielding you from the scorching sun. 

You blink once, twice. Then you burst into tears again. 

You were so sweet, so innocent, you trusted the world with everything you had. You wanted to be an adult so badly, you wanted to be a Disney star, then an astronaut, then a teacher. You couldn’t wait to be the current you.

And you really can’t take it. The way you are mean to yourself, putting so much pressure on yourself, hating everything you do. And you realize you’re hurting the little kid grinning at you from the photo. You didn’t even make any of the sweet baby’s dreams come true.

You’re shaking now, gasping for breath, sitting up to not choke on your own tears and snot. You can’t think about the picture, your youth—missing the carelessness, sweet lollipops and playing in the sand, big dreams, evenings on the swing—and blaming yourself, and the hot eyes and cheeks annoy you more than anything. You panic more when you hear the door unlock.

“I’m ho-ome!” sings your boyfriend playfully as he closes the door. You clear your throat and make a beeline for the bathroom.

“Hi, Pete,” you say in a weak voice and immediately curse at yourself when it comes out exactly like a person who was just crying.

You close the bathroom door seconds before he appears behind them. “Are you okay?” of course he notices something’s wrong. He always does. He cares for you so much, pays attention to all the details about you, takes care of your soul in the gentlest ways. You hate yourself for thinking you don’t deserve him.

“Yeah,” you reply, trying to sound confident, and failing miserably. Ripping off a piece of toilet paper you try to blow your nose as quietly as possible.

“Can I come in?” Peter’s concerned voice breaks your heart. He always wants the best for you and you always make his life a little bit harder. As if it wasn’t hard enough.

You want to say no to spare him the view, but you know him. You know he will be anxious, scared he did something wrong, terrified someone could have taken their revenge on you for being the love of Spider-Man’s life. You love him too much to keep him worried, and you would most probably do anything he asked you, ever.

“Always,” not a second passes when your eyes meet Peter’s in the mirror. His brows furrow even more when he sees your red, wet, puffy face. “Not a big deal,” you reassure him before he has a chance to open his mouth. “Jus’ havin’ a bad day.”

His shoulders drop and he comes closer. You feel his hand close to you and you are sure you’re going to cry again if he doesn’t take you in his arms. He hesitates, though. “Can I touch you, sweetheart?” he asks simply and it breaks your heart in half.

“Please, please, please do, Pete.”

Maybe you were begging. Maybe it sounded pathetic. Maybe you looked pathetic, hell, maybe you just are pathetic. But none of it matters when you get trapped in his warm embrace, strong arms around your waist and rubbing your back, his chin on the top of your head, the air he’s breathing out tickling you and slightly moving your hair. Your chests pressed together, thighs touching. You feel safe, seen, appreciated, not alone. You don’t try to fight the tears dripping down your cheeks. 

“I got overwhelmed. Anxious, insecure,” you confess, your voice muffled in his shirt. “I’m better now,” you add. “You make me feel better, always.”

Your lovely boyfriend starts to rock you two from left to right, peppering your forehead in kisses. “I’m sorry you felt that way, baby,” he says against your skin, and his mouth tickles you when it moves. You hug him closer and his grip tightens. “Mean thoughts haunt all of us sometimes. But you have a tendency of believing them,” his words are true and you know it. Embarrassed, you close your eyes, trying to ignore how wet his shirt got from your tears. “You deserve everything, you know? Everything the best, the sweetest, the loveliest in the world. Everything that brings you happiness, smile, joy. You’re too harsh on yourself.”

“I know,” you nod lazily. “It’s that way for me. Hard to be gentle to myself. I try.”

“I know,” he hums. “D’ya want some food?” he adds when your stomach grumbles.

“Mm. Can we stay like this for a while?”

“Anything you want, my lovely.”

You laugh, sniffing. “You’re corny.”

He snorts and tickles your side—strongly enough to make you squeak, softly enough so you don’t try to wiggle out of his arms. “I love you,” he whispers. “I love you, okay? I know I don’t say it enough.”

He says it enough to make you smile like a fool and feel all giddy. You part away from Peter slightly, just a bit, so you can kiss him hard.

#peter parker x reader #tasm! peter parker x reader #tasm!peter parker x reader #tasm!peter parker #tasm peter parker #peter parker #tasm! peter parker fluff #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter imagine

[footballerimaginess]

Cry

30 Day Challenge My daily challenge with prompts, these fics will not be tagged only if they were requested by an account and they’ll be under 500 words. 21. Having a cry  Hector Bellerin  Word Count: 257 You were laying on the sofa, watching your favourite tv programme as you cuddled under a blanket with a huge bar of chocolate.  “Amor” he shouted as he came through the house and immediately laying on the sofa with tissues around you.  “What’s? you okay?” Hector asked as he crouched down, removing the tissues from you.  “I am so emotional ”you muttered as you sat up on the sofa.  “Oh what’s up?” he asked as he stood to sit down beside you.  “I was watching this again and I just couldn’t stop crying.” you whispered as you left out a small sob as Hector pouted and kissed the side of your head.  “Sorry” you mumbled against his chest as you left tear stains on his training top.  “Hey, don’t say sorry. We need to have a good cry sometimes, are you feeling okay?” he asked you as you gently rubbed your tummy.  “Cramps?” he asked as you nodded.  “That probably explains my emotions. Sorry Hec” you replied as you got comfy on the sofa as he pinched your feet as you leaned them on his lap.  “Don’t apologise love, I’ll get you a heat pad if you want?” Hector suggested as he stood up and headed to get a heat pad.  “Thanks Hector, do you want to join me on the sofa?” you asked as you patted the space next to you.  “Sure, I’m going to jump in the shower and then I am all yours baby” you nodded as you bit into another piece of chocolate. 

#hayleys30daywritingchallenge #hector bellerin #hector bellerin x reader #football imagine #football imagines #football one shots #football x reader #football one shot #futbol imagines #futbol imagine

[tableintheteacherslounge]

Abbott Elementary S03E07 thoughts

Melissa having a spare room baring in mind we’ve seen her house feels fake sorry - How will she have a room mate but noone look at her pictures and keep control of her kitchen. I get its gonna be for plot but i don’t buy it

I’m w ava that’s a woman who just found out she’s not pregnant - that’s a woman who’s been successfully slutting it up (how’s she gonna slut it up with a roommate)

Omg protective barb 🥺 (ALSO BARBS RIGHT BC MEL WOULDNT GIVE OUT HER ADDRESS WILLINGLY)

AS SOON AS SHE SAID NERD I THOUGHT JACOB

“I know its gods will but hes gotten awfully creative” 😭😭😭😭😭

I love it when Mr johnson lore gets unlocked

Manny and the beard whew 😮‍💨 I was literally wondering where he was so I’m glad they’re using him again

Janine ur SO SMART this is such a good idea and not like a janine unnecessarily fixing a problem like an actual good idea- good job babygirl

Not ava spilling the tea to the whole room

Ponytail melissa at home is so personal to me, I love that this continues from s2, this is just who she is, she throws her hair up when she’s at home. I like that she’s wearing the eagles hoodie we’ve seen before too. Love the hair, makeup & costume details on this show

“I only know how to cook for 12” 😭

Finally mel talking about her breakup! Damn maybe it really was “im not bringing this to school” this whole time

Also Gary being a dead ringer for her dad?? I’m not saying my headcanons are more correct than the show but I disagree with this statement. Gary is not schemmenti coded.

Omg the jacob melissa work momming work sonning ive been dreaming of

“And dont forget theres a 3 booked limit 😒” barb is PISSED and i LOVE IT

“Oh i know what a google doctor is 😤”

Barb really is the best character on tv im sorry noone can do it like sheryl lee ralph like they just cant Shes everything

Janine forgetting the key term (pottery wheel) in her analogy she is so me

“Jacob if u dont like my ziti just say so and i will heave myself out that window” 😭😭

“I went to find mr johnson but he was still crying” NO 😭💔 hes just a sensitive guy 😔

“Mrs howard i blew down the house” 🥺🤏🏻 I love the kids being so central in this ep, I’ve missed that recently, and the kindergarteners are soooo cute

“🐷 I am a pig 🐺 i am a wolf 😄 and im a librarian who thinks she can just change everything around here 👋” IJBOL no please give sheryl another emmy I beg

“This programme is more of a distraction than an improvement” that’s teaaa actually. Thats so often what councils etc do, distract with new flashy things rather than fix the real problems. Even though in this case it’s well meaning it does make u think how big a priority should the library actually be? But actually children reading is super important and what did they say last season? The librarian was an alexa in glasses? 🤣

“You okay? You look like raven having a vision” 😭 you don’t understand how often i say this

I have thoughts on Barbara’s intentions and my instinct is gregory needs to keep her name out his mouth. I do think it’s really important that Janine stood up to Barbara, just maybe gregory made barbara seem worse than she was

“It’s been a rough week I could use the pick me up” i just love mr johnson

My immediate reaction was this one of my favourite episodes of the season - lots of excellent Barb moments, the kids, more mr johnson, story arcs I enjoyed and felt completed.

Janine standing up to Barbara was a really big deal for her considering her hatred of conflict and worship of barbara as a mother figure. It made me really proud to see how far janine has come.

But the longer since watching the less I like it. And it’s two main things:

- the jacob melissa room mate situation feels like jumping the shark for plots sake and not something realistic for those characters. So as much as I enjoy them and their dynamic and their growth it just feels fake.

- I dont care about the librarian. The set up feels like she could stick around and I just don’t care for new characters, I like my main people. (But then the same apprehension was had w the district people and they’ve not seemed to be around much).

I do still really like this ep and it definitely ranks highly in the season, just idk, some eps I enjoy more over time but this has made me feel more confused as to what will happen next I guess.

#abbott elementary #abbott elementary season 3 #abbott elementary s3