#melone is gracie

[buticanfixhernoreallyican]

i’m forever stuck associating certain artists w certain ppl 😔

#avery is halsey #matty is clario #nyx is olivia #dd is lana #ivy is also lana #hannah is mitski #elle is fiftyfifty #marlee is david bowie #liz is laufey #melone is gracie #mae is boygenius #clarie is also gracie ofc #etc etc

[apteryxparvus]

Congrats on 100! I’ve a request

Scaramouche/Wanderer (genshin impact) x reader roommates au. They’re doing mundane things together like cooking, cleaning, lounging, etc because they finally both got a day off work

Two months later, I finally finished this piece 😭

Part of my ✨ 100 followers milestone event ✨ that ran from September 2nd to September 9th.

Pairing — Scaramouche / Reader

Word count — 1,288 words

Content warning — slightly suggestive themes, Scaramouche might seem a bit OOC

“Wake up, sleepy head,” you whisper in Scaramouche’s ear, breath gently tickling his skin. His slumbering form stirs, mumbling something unintelligible as he instinctively turns, pulling the blanket closer to himself.

You can’t help but stifle a chuckle at his adorable drowsiness. Nestling deeper beneath the cozy blanket, you draw your body closer to his, hands gently resting upon his waist. His skin radiates a comforting warmth that contrasts with the coolness of the morning air.

The room is bathed in a gentle golden glow as the morning light filters through the window, illuminating the dust particles suspended in the air.

“It’s nearly noon,” you murmur, placing a tender kiss upon Scaramouche’s forehead. He furrows his brows, letting out a low grumble. “You’ve had your beauty sleep, and now it’s time to rise and greet the day!”

Scaramouche slowly turns towards you, eyes fluttering open to meet your gaze. Blinking a few times, he adjusts to the sunlight streaming into the room. Despite the slight frown adorning his face, his eyes are filled with a mix of affection and a sleep-induced grogginess. 

“How about we stay like this a little longer?” he mumbles, voice husky and laced with the remnants of sleep.

“Nope,” you laugh softly at his request, a mischievous glimmer dancing in your eyes. “Now get up,” you assert, and with a swift movement, you wrap your legs around his, drawing him closer. You give his cheek a playful, yet gentle nip, eliciting a surprised reaction from him. 

Scaramouche looks at you with wide eyes. “Was that really needed?” he asks, feigning a hurt expression. “Ruining my precious beauty sleep, as you called it.”

Realizing that you’ve successfully disrupted his peaceful slumber, you giggle at his protest. "Oh, come on," you tease, tracing a finger along his jawline. "Who needs beauty sleep when you're already the most handsome person I know?"

“Fine, fine,” Scaramouche murmurs under his breath. A smile tugs at the corners of his lips, and he shakes his head in mock annoyance but the twinkle in his eyes betrays him — his lips meet yours in a gentle kiss. You feel yourself melting as the warmth of his lips linger against yours.

“Breakfast time then? How do you feel about some chazuke?”

Scaramouche’s eyes brighten at the mention of breakfast. “Sounds perfect,” he replies. “I love how you always know exactly what I crave.”

You can’t help but blush at his words. “Stop buttering me up, and let’s get to work.”

The kitchen is alive with the sounds of your synchronized movements — the clinking of utensils and the gentle sizzle of the grill pan. The fragrant aroma of the grilled eel permeates the air, its tantalizing scent mixing with the comforting earthiness of freshly brewed green tea.

Scaramouche takes charge of preparing the bowls of rice, submerging them in the tea. When the eel is perfectly seared, you transfer a few tender pieces into the waiting bowls, and sprinkle furikake over them, watching as the colorful seasoning melts into the rice.

Your attention is drawn to your boyfriend across the low table. You watch him pile several plump umeboshi onto his bowl, their deep color standing out against the white grains of rice, followed by a large assortment of pickled vegetables — radish, carrots, large pieces of lavender melon and seagrass.

After mumbling a quick thanks for the food, you lift your wooden chopsticks, savoring the blended scents wafting from the steaming bowl.

Scaramouche lifts his own chopsticks, a satisfied smirk gracing his lips. 

“Are you even going to taste anything beneath this mountain of pickled stuff?” you taunt.

He shoots you a playful sideways glare, before snatching the plumpest-looking umeboshi and tossing it whole into his mouth. You watch both fascinated and appalled as he continues to devour the pickled vegetables. Your nose scrunches involuntarily as you imagine the sourness on your own tongue, yet Scaramouche seems utterly unaffected, clearly enjoying the taste.

“You simply don’t know what you’re missing out,” he says, waving his chopsticks dismissively. "This is reserved for those with refined palates."

“Says the madman who thinks wasabi is too mild!” you shoot back.

Your morning banter dissolves into laughter as the two of you continue to enjoy the meal. Once your bowls are empty, Scaramouche insists on taking care of the clean up. 

From your seat on the low table, you watch as your boyfriend begins to clean up the plates. His movements are purposeful and efficient. The sigh of him — sleeves rolled up and focused on the task at hand — and the domesticity of the scene ignite a warmth within you.

You stand up and make your way towards Scaramouche, closing the distance between you as you stand up on your toes. With a light touch, your lips graze against the sensitive skin of his neck.

As you press your lips against a specific spot, his pulse quickens beneath your touch. Scaramouche pauses in his task, his body tensing before he relaxes into your embrace. His hands, still holding the dirty dishes, momentarily falter. A soft moan escapes his lips, mingling with the sound of running water and the clattering of plates.

You press your body against his, feeling the heat and strength of his figure against your own. Lingering for a moment, you savor the connection between you, before pulling back slightly.

“Thanks for the cleanup,” you tease. With a light skip in your step, you turn away from him and make your way towards the living room, laughter trailing behind you. Letting out a contented sigh, you sink into the plush cushion of the couch.

Scaramouche enters the living room a few minutes later, eyes locking onto your relaxed figure, curled up on the couch with a blanket draped over your body, a peaceful expression on your face as you doze off slightly.

A devilish smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he quietly approaches. He takes in the sigh of you — your form wrapped in the softness of the blanket, your gentle, rhythmic breathing filling the room.

He crouches down, and leans in to get a closer look at your serene face. His eyes roam over your features — he traces the contours of your lips, the curve of your cheeks; he watches as your eyelashes flutter.

His touch is feather-light as he brushes a strand of hair away from your face.

You open your eyes slowly, momentarily confused by your surroundings. The sigh of your boyfriend crouching before you, his intense gaze locked with yours, brings you back to the present moment.

“Now look who is sleeping,” he teases. "All the work you put into waking me up, only to end up dozing off the moment you're away from me."

“Mmm, that breakfast did leave me feeling quite sleepy,” you murmur. Your hand emerges from beneath the blanket, reaching to grasp his own. You pull him towards you, his body falling atop yours. “Now, come join me for a short nap.”

Scaramouche chuckles. “Whatever this sleeping beauty wishes,” he responds as he slips under the blanket, snuggling his body against yours.

His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him. With every breath, you feel the rise and fall of his chest against your back, a rhythm that synchronizes with the pounding of your heart.

As his hold tightens, your body instinctively responds, melting into his embrace. The world around you fades away as you surrender yourself to the comfort and safety he provides — his hold becomes your little sanctuary.

"Don't forget, we still have chores to do," Scaramouche whispers, interrupting your blissful state of relaxation. "The apartment won't clean itself."

"Fuck the chores," you mumble, your voice barely audible as you press your head against Scaramouche's chest. "Now sleep."

Author's note: I failed one of my exams, so uh... I'll be studying for the resit and might be as online as I hoped to be 😫

#genshin x reader #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #scaramouche x y/n #wanderer x y/n #scaramouche x you #wanderer x you #genshin impact #genshin imagines #request #scaramouche #wanderer

[tittiemeats]

Redhead Gracie

#redhead gracie #tittie meats

[soleillunne]

for the ask game !! 🎵 + 🍓 + 🍅 ?

melon!! hi <33

🎵 favorite artists

melanie martinez, the last dinner party, maneskin, marina, atiye, ado, gracie abrams, j maya and many more i cant remember rn <33

🍓 favorite food

oh gosh i have so many to choose from but if i want to play it safe i'd go with mantı (turkish dumplings - but there are like 6 versions i can count at the top of my head lmao)

🍅 least favorite food

broccoli. just. ew.

#i also dont like mushrooms on their own #chitchat #love.[melon]

[msnikkimoneypenny]

Dear Black Parents with young babies

Get off Coco Melon and put your kids on Gracie's Corner.

It's hip hop and it's more educational.

This one is my favorite.

And this is the black family behind Gracie's Corner

#Youtube

[jeansyvesmoreau]

Hi Melone! Happy weekend and I just want to pop in and say that I have a lot of fun reading your potato-themed posts from today 😂 P.S. In addition to The Tortured Poets Department, which other upcoming music releases are you looking forwardto?

skkdkdnd I'm glad you enjoyed potatogate! there's conan gray's new album in april, as well as another halsey album at some point this year and maybe new gracie abrams as well, you?

#jennifer <3 #while i was gone i would have asked you* #mutuals <3

[omgbiz1317]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: White Mountain Footbeds Leather Sandals - Size 10.

[corneliastreet28]

URL Song Game!

Big thanks to the lovely @starlingflight for the tag 🫶 I promise to try and not put too many TS songs in this 😂

C - Cherry, Amy Winehouse

O - One and Only, Adele

R - Right on Time, Brandi Carlile

N - No Rain, Blind Melon

E - Evermore, Taylor Swift

L - La Mitad, GALE

I - In My Place, Coldplay

A - All Love, Fletcher

S - Science, Niall Horan

T - Tattoos, Reneé Rap

R - Rock Hudson, Kelly Clarkson

E - Emily I’m Sorry, boygenius

E - End Of Youth, Ed Sheeran

T - things i wish you said, Sabrina Carpenter

2 - 21, Gracie Abrams

8 - 8TEEN, Khalid

I’m tagging along @bettysgarden12 @corneliaavenue @thenicestthingiveseen 🫶

#you guys I was really tempted to just put TS songs but controlled myself

[romanceboys]

taemin’s playlist on melon: listen here! translation: have a look at the music taemin’s been listening to these days. 1. advice play  artist(s): taemin 2. rocky play  artist(s): still woozy 3. sinking play  artist(s): clairo 4. feels play  artist(s): watts, khalid 5. not another love song play  artist(s): ella mai 6. here if you want (pale blue) play  artist(s): mosss 7. what you do to me play  artist(s): 53 thieves 8. light play  artist(s): taemin 9. 21 play  artist(s): gracie abrams 10. in my head play  artist(s): peter manos 11. colorblind play  artist(s): mokita 12. say play  artist(s): ruel 13. star-crossed play  artist(s): jon vinyl 14. closer play  artist(s): travis 15. rocky trail play  artist(s): kings of convenience 16. the sweetest taboo play  artist(s): sade 17. what you know bout love play  artist(s): pop smoke 18. i feel it coming (feat. daft punk) play  artist(s): the weeknd 19. this is how you fall in love play  artist(s): jeremy zucker, chelsea cutler 20. show me how play artist(s): men i trust 21. used to (feat. maurice moore) play  artist(s): avalon young 22. don’t look back (feat. shownu and so!yoon!) play artist(s): prep 23. comfortable play artist(s): h.e.r. 24. flower play artist(s): johnny stimson 25. pansy play artist(s): taemin

#shinee #taemin #melon #210518 #still woozy #watts #clairo #khalid #johnny stimson #avalon young #prep #shownu #so!yoon! #men i trust #jeremy zucker #chelsea cutler #the weeknd #sade #pop smoke #travis #kings of convenience #ruel #jon vinyl #mokita #peter manos #gracie abrams #53 thieves #h.e.r. #ella mai #mosss

[miss-kittys-magical-library]

Leon & cuddles 🥰

A Spoonful of Sugar

(A Leon x Honey One Shot)

Word Count: 1500

Warnings: None. Not a one.

A/N: Leon decides to have a conversation with his little girl before she's born. And then five years after. @crabstick requested fluffy Kostas cuddling.

Not long after Leon turned 26, Honey started to show. It was the tiniest bump on the tiniest woman he ever loved. Her stomach, he thought, looked like she had swallowed a small melon. Which Leon thought was funny because every book he secretly perused in the library said the baby was a turnip.

Honey started to wear skirts and dresses more often. Clothes she sewed from scraps or outright stole from Jonny. Occasionally Leon's shirts would end up on her, a belt below her breasts to make it suitable. Anything to hide the coming changes.

They decided her pregnancy was nobody’s business which made their living arrangements harder. Honey and Jonny fought over the bed. Leon was torn between them. He gave up begging Honey to tell just him, just his best friend. But she would hold her stomach and her ground until her fiancé relented.

But then, in the middle of the night, Honey would cry. She would beg Leon’s forgiveness about the secrecy. That she didn't mean to be such a bitch. How she worried she wasn't attached enough to their daughter.

Leon held Honey in his arms and kissed away the tears. “Gracie, it's your body. You aren't a bitch. You’re just scared about being a mum. Your family isn't here to help is all.” He rubbed his nose along the top of her head. “You're really certain the turnip’s a girl?” His family was mostly men. Honey’s family was mostly men. How could they be so lucky?!

Honey would twist herself up in Leon's hair. Her fingers untangled a curl and watched it spring back in place. It crept past his shoulders. There were times she couldn't tell his from hers when they laid together, it was so long now. His mustache and goatee were slowly starting to follow.

“Our daughter from the future told me!” Her sudden laughter rang through Leon’s entire body. “And you! But not you?” Honey’s arm tightened around his waist.

“From the future? Blimey, why would I still look like this if I was from twenty years in the future?! Reckon I'll still be fit at fifty? If that girl was this baby, maybe he was our son?”

Leon started off teasing, but now he grew serious. His green eyes stared at the window while his eyebrows scrunched in thought. There it was, Honey grinned. His mouth slacked open. She kissed it deeply, her tongue a distraction.

Leon pretended to whine her name inside of her lips. Then in one dizzying motion, he laid Honey on her back. She shrieked in delight as he propped up on his arms. His hair hung down in waves on either side of her face before he leaned down to kiss her again.

Honey locked her knees around Leon's hips. She responded to his mouth and tongue when they blazed a path from her breasts to her bellybutton. He held her back in an arched position that made her believe he was going to keep heading south inside of her legs.

When he got to Honey’s stomach, Leon stopped. He brushed just the tip of his nose along the swell in her skin and muscles and womb. He kissed the bump tenderly before pressing the side of his face to it.

“Hello, poppet.” Leon’s greeting was soft and melodic. “I know Mummy talks and sings to you. She is simply mad for you already. Honestly, I am too. I might have to tell her that bit more often.

Honey took a ragged breath. Silent tears spilled down her cheeks. Her fingers combed through Leon’s mane while he kept on holding her and talking. His beard and warm breath sent goose pimples along her skin.

“Mummy says you're going to be a little girl. Are you then? You’ll be the first on both sides. All of your mummy’s side is boys, and I'm the only one on my side. Oh you'll have loads of cousins because I have loads of them, but I'm an only child. Wasn't always like that. My brother died when I was 16. So whether your mama likes it or not, you'll have to accept Uncle Jonny. And Mama will give in to telling him about you. Right?”

Honey snorted and rolled her eyes. She hated when Leon was right. But she also hated only finding out right now Toula and Nick had another son. Still that was her fiancé’s business, and she knew he would've eventually told her when he was ready.

“I think one day you'll have a brother of your own. But you'll be bigger than him and will have to take care of him. Kostas men don't do well without a woman to kick us in the arse,” Leon laughed. He kissed Honey's stomach again.

“Don't tell your mum, but I hope you are like her. Her long hippie hair, and those soft curved hips she's always planting her fists on. Her lovely, big dark eyes and cheek. Bloody hell I hope you have her cheek. I quite resemble a drunk giraffe, so it's best if you look like her.”

“Leon,” Honey tried to interject.

“I mean that! How lucky could I get to have two of you?” Leon squeezed Honey tightly in his arms. He spoke to her as much as her stomach while they both clung to each other. “And I can't bloody wait to find out what she's called.”

Honey had a name in mind, but didn't want to jinx it. “How about Sugar for now?” The moniker came out tentatively. Like she was trying it on for the first time.

He buried his face completely in Honey's body now. There was a humming that his fiancée immediately recognized and whinged playfully, “LEON NOOOO! Don't! I'll sing it for days!”

“A spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down!! The medicine go doooownnn!! The medicine go down! Just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down! In a most delightful way!” He belted at the top of his lungs with an exaggerated Cockney accent while he sang.

“STOP!!” Honey begged, but Leon only held her like a vice.

“NO!! You're stuck with it as long as we have a little one!”

He reached up and placated his partner with a kiss before lying back down on the pillows beside her. His arms around Honey's shoulder and across her chest. She settled down into his chest before falling asleep immediately. Leon hummed himself to bed not much after.

---

“PAAAPPPAAA!! SING!”

“Seeelinnnaaa it's 4 in the morning. You'll wake the dead with that whinging!! And Sunny!! Enough!”

“Yía yía says Sunny will gobble up flies in his sleep,” the little girl pointed at her brother. His mouth opened wide while he slept nearly upside down in his own bed.

“Oh yeah? Don't you reckon Ben will snatch them first?” The massive raven raised its head from under a wing to gaze at Leon and the little girl. “Πήγαινε πίσω για ύπνο (Go back to sleep).”

To Leon's shock, it obeyed. He turned back to his daughter who stared up at him with her large dark eyes. Honey's eyes. How he loved to look into them. She got to her knees and held his face in her hands, a deadly serious look on her own.

“I need you. To sing me. To sleep, Papa.”

“Am I being threatened by a five year old?!”

Selina batted her eyelashes; Leon snorted. Of course he gave in to her. As long as his little girl breathed, he would do anything for her. Even if that was to sing to her at 4am.

So her daddy scooped her up in his arms. He cuddled her. One large hand cradled her head so she could hear his heart beating for her. Like it did for Honey. Like it did for Nicklaus. And maybe a part of Leon was ashamed, but maybe not, because it drummed loudest for Selina.

“A robin feathering his nest has very little time to rest while gathering her bits of twine and twig,” he sang at about a quarter of the original tempo. The lovely song became a lullaby over the years.

The little girl joined in between yawns, “A spoonful of meee helps the med-cine go down.. Papa?” she asked. “What's that mean?”

“That yucky stuff is better with sugar.”

And that was true Leon thought as he fell asleep sitting up with Selina in his arms. Nicklaus made his world brighter. Honey held him together. But Leon's life was sweeter with Sugar.

Tag: @neuroticpuppy @bisexualnathanyoung @elliethesuperfruitlover @magic-multicolored-miracle @nightmonsters @super-unpredictable98 @vonkimmeren @messengeronthemoon @frogs--are--bitches @070188 @the-freckled-luba @forenschik @firstpersonnarrator @duck-noises @a-ghoulish-tale

#robert sheehan #robert sheehan character fic #leon x honey #selina #robert sheehan fluff #100+ followers event

[dreamingabouttaron]

History Repeating - Part 7

Warning -Mentions of Teenage Pregnancy and Alcohol Consumption

All the books said that your baby was now the size of a pomegranate but by the look of your stomach, it was certainly more like a small melon. Over the last week your wardrobe had been reduced down to two pairs joggers and a handful of t-shirts, all of which had been originally ridiculously oversized. You knew it was officially time to delve into the world of maternity clothes. Something you had been avoiding for a while.

Considering you were now entering your 6th month of pregnancy, you were pleased you had lasted this long! You had been very lucky that the majority of your pregnancy so far had been easily disguised and you haven’t really suffered that badly. But now, things were started to change. Your body was growing and changing in ways it hadn’t before and it was feeling incredibly surreal.

Earlier in the week your mum had knocked on your bedroom door and entered with a cardboard box. You paused the film you were watching and sat yourself further up the bed. “What’s this?” You questioned, making your mum blush slightly.

“Uh… my old maternity clothes,” she said sheepishly before placing the box next to you on the bed. “I thought you might want them,” she added, her gaze falling on the belly visible between the hem of your t-shirt and the waistband of your sweatpants. “I always planned to keep them incase I had another baby. They might not be ‘your style’ but they’re better than what you’ve got at the moment.”

“Oh thanks, so you’re saying I look a mess?” You snapped, causing your mum to take a deep breath in an attempt to keep her patience.

“Grace, it’s not exactly a secret that you’re growing out of your clothes.” She said folding her arms and staring down at your growing bump. “You’re only going to get bigger.”

“Okay, fine,” Grace grumbled, opening the box and pulling out a few items. You pulled out the first thing you hand fell upon, a bright pink shirt. You carefully unfolded it and examined it with an ever growing frown appearing on your face. “Seriously? You actually wore this?” You grumbled before throwing the item back into the pile.

“Grace I’m trying to help.” Your mum warned. “Please just take a look and see if there is anything in there. If not I think we need to go maternity clothes shopping.” As soon as you had heard the words fall out of her mouth, you groaned.

“But, I don’t want too!” You moaned, sounding like a spoiled child. Everyone knew everybody here in Aberystwyth, as soon as people saw you maternity shopping the news would spread like a wild fire and you certainly weren’t in the mood for that.

“Oh Grace, get a grip! Just have a look for me and let me know.” You mum started to walk back towards the bedroom door, “We can go at some point this week before your father comes home from filming.” and with that she was gone.

You rolled your eyes and poured the rest of the contents onto your bed to examine. To be fair, some of the items were perfectly fine. You hadn’t been in the mood when she approached you about the subject.

***

You had waited as soon as you possibly could to go shopping but today certainly was the day. Your dad was finally coming home after spending the last 2 months filming in LA. You had tried to make an effort, well, when you say make an effort, it just meant washing your hair and putting on a new pair of tracksuit bottoms and jumper. Both of which were unbearably tight.

“Mum…” You called down as you approached the stairs, “Can we go shopping now?”

You watched as your mum appeared at the bottom of the stairs, she looked up and tried to contain her laughter. Your jumper was raised just above your belly-button and the waist band of your joggers was sit neatly around your thighs, unable to go any further.

“There should be a black body con dress in that box I gave you, put that on and we can get going.”

***

You spent hours trailing around the shops, who knew there were so many different types of maternity jeans!? You had resistantly allowed your mum to take the lead, if you were honest, you were glad she was there to help. You would have been completely lost and overwhelmed if she hadn’t of been there. You were both slowly leaving the last shop, bags in hand when you heard your name being called out from behind you. You turned quickly to see who it was.

Your face dropped. It was him. You couldn’t even remember his name but as soon as you saw his face everything came flashing back to you. That night. Your friends. The alcohol. The thumping music. The flirting. The dancing. The drunken not-so-consensual sex. You had been incredibly drunk, the room had swayed as you laid next to this guy. The ceiling swirled above you. You had no idea how you had got there or where you were. It wasn’t until the next morning when you woke up in his bed had you realised what had happened. You felt hot. Sweat started to drip your down back. Your heart was beating faster and faster in your chest as he approached. Your eyes darted taking in his features. You hadn’t realised how tall he had been. You thought he was much older but as you looked at him now, he looked so incredibly young. He couldn’t have been much older than you. He smiles, you don’t. You feel your body tense, your knuckles clutching onto the plastic handles in your hands.

“Gracie?” Your mum whispers, unsure of what was happening. You turn to look at her for a moment before walking closer to this guy.

“Grace, I thought it was you! How are you? I haven’t seen you since…” His words stop almost immediately as you get closer to him. His eyes drop down and examine you.

“Since… since that night?” You question him, now unafraid. His eyes move up to meet yours as he swallows and nods. You turn your head to look back at your mum before looking back at this guy. ‘Guy’, God, you didn’t even know your baby fathers name.

“Hello I’m Grace,” You say as you drop the bags in your hand and place it out for him to shake.

“What are you doing?” He asks flustered. You take a deep breath in and say, “I’m introducing myself to you, so that you hopefully do the same, so that I know your name. Because as of right now, I don’t know who you are.” You watch him frown and realise before shaking your hand, “Hello Grace, I’m Jake.” You smile slightly in return and whisper a “thank you”.

“Can I take your number? I think we should talk at some point,” both unconsciously looking down at the dreaded bump.

“Oh, um… Yeah…” He mumbles before taking your phone and entering his number. “Um, I-I have to go b-but t-text me t-tomorrow.” He replied before quickly running off.

You watched every step he took as he disappeared into the distance. You stood frozen watching him. Would you ever build the confidence to contact him, could this be the last moment you have of your babies father?

“Who was that?” Your mum asked as she rejoined you. “Are you okay?” She frowned as she saw your face. You nod with smile at her, “Just someone I met at a party once…” You announce before picking the abandoned bags up and following your mum back to the car.

The whole journey back home you couldn’t take your mind off ‘Jake’. You closed your eyes and tried to remember more of that night. A night that some would call ‘special'. Your first time. Had it been his first time? Question after question spun through your head making you feel dizzy. You were thankful when you reopened your eyes to see the gates of your house opening. As you pulled into the driveway you and your mum simultaneously noticed your dads car parked outside the front door. You smiled knowing he was home. You had missed him and his hugs, and you certainly needed one after today.

As soon as you entered the house, the familiar sense of home hit you making you feel warm and safe. It helped seeing you father approach the front door to greet you. Even though you had grown up with you dad being away a lot to film, it didn’t mean you didn’t miss him every time he went.

“Wow, look at you!” Taron exclaimed, holding you at arms length taking you in. You rolled your eyes and frowned. “I know” You reply, dragging it out to sound more like a whine.

“We’ve just been out shopping for new clothes,” Lily called out as she placed all of the bags down. Taron kissed you on the cheek before walking over to his wife and placing a loving peck on her lips. You watched and smiled to yourself, after all these years your parents still loved each other ridiculously amounts. They showed you what a loving relationship was, something you craved in the future.

***

Before you knew it, a week or so had passed. You kept hovering your finger on the call button on Jake’s number. A part of you wished you had given him your number, but then would he have contacted you if you had? You had told him you would contact him but you didn’t think you could build the confidence up to actually go and face him. Deep down you knew you needed to talk to him. He deserved to know the truth. You knew the whole thing had made you shut down. You had spent the last few days in bed, you hadn’t really left your room, only really to eat with your parents. Even that felt uncomfortable, your parents have been acting super secretive and it was being incredibly irritating. You had just finished your dinner when your mum wiped up breaking the piercing silence.

“Gracie, your dad and I have a surprise for you.” She grinned at her husband and took your hand, leading you up the stairs and down the hall. “Ready?” She asked making you feel uneasy.

“What’s going on?” You asked feeling tense. Lily held your hand tightly as Taron opened the door of what had been Taron’s office, revealing a finished nursery for the baby. You jaw drops as your eyes trail around the room. Everything had been beautifully put together, the walls had been given a fresh lick of paint and furniture had been built and placed around the room to create a warm and welcoming environment for you and the baby.

“Oh my.” It didn’t take long for tears to form in you eyes as you walked into the room, gently running your fingers along the white dresser. “It’s beautiful. Wait, what’s happening with your office?” You asked turning to Taron looking concerned.

Taron laughed slightly at your question, “That doesn’t matter. All the matters is that you like you. I just wanted to do something special for you. But, if you dont-”

“No! no! It’s amazing! Thank you. Both of you.” You walked towards your parents and brought them both into a hug getting squished in between them. “I love you guys so much.”

“We love you too, sweetheart. We’re so glad you like it.” You mum replied.

“I love it, daddy. I can’t believe you guys did all this for me.”

“You deserve it honey. Taron and I wanted to make sure you know that you’re not in this alone no matter what.” You mum smiled and rubbed your cheek with her thumb. You hugged your parent’s again, still crying, you were so thankful your parents had helped you so much during your pregnancy. You really couldn’t have done it without the love and support.

Tag List - 

@writingformany @hitmeonmytspot @sarahegerton96

#taron egerton #i love taron #taron egerton imagine #taron egerton fanfiction #taron x reader #Fanfiction #teenage pregnancy

[heavenlyyshecomes]

hii sarah how are u? 🔅 i’m so bored studying and listening to the same music so pls recommend me a song or an album (anything i trust ur taste) ty💘

Hi I'm doing good actually! I can't believe your semester hasnt ended yet wishing u a very get done with exams soon 🧘🏽‍♀️ I always actually listen to nature sounds while studying my favs are ocean waves and heavy rain and also this howl's room asmr <3 also for music recs this is my playlist for music I'm currently listening to and this one for slower songs + this midnight k-indie one (it's v melon collie but what is a late night study session without a good sob). Also if u want album recs don't call me by shinee, isaac gracie's self titled and japanese breakfast's newest single 💗

#the k-indie one has a jannabi song....almost made me cry in broad daylight while i was writing a paper lsshkdfjlfkslsjdlfkflg #.mp3 #asks #isabella

[moonchildxx98]

My Favorite things

2/15/21

Name: CheyAnn Ranae Sheehan

Age: 22

Color: Pastel Green, Pastel Yellow, & Pastel Blue

Letter to write: Lowercase a, S

People: Dad, Mia, Jesse Ryan, Taylor, Gracie, Brody, Levi, Sasser, Tru Grace, 

Number: 4

Cartoon Character: Still Gru

Emoji: T-Rex & Yellow Heart

Drink: Strawberry Gatorade  & Strawberry melon Brisk Tea

Candy: White Choco Kit Kat

Song: Better Together - Luke Combs & Got what i got - Jason Aldean

What's my Theme: I’m just me, i dont have a theme?

Snack: Garlic Tomato Noods

Animal: Any type of small dog, & a golden retriever

Exotic Animal: White Seal

Movie: Perks of being a wall flower.

Quote: Stay in your lane, and get outta mine:)

Pattern: Still Tie dye

Painting: Starry Night Van Gogh

Tv Show: Teen Wolf & Legacies

You tuber: I dont watch Youtube

Outfit: Harry Potter Pjs, and big shirt

Song to listen to while driving: Anything Juice Wrld 

Sex position: 

Artist: Vincent Van gogh

Singer: Juice World & Russ

Scent: Lavender & Vanilla 

Tattoo: Moon Tattoo on Shoulder

Pj Bottoms: Harry potter PJs

Movie/show to fall asleep to: Disney Channel or Nickelodeon Show

Holiday: Halloween

Shoes: Old Converse

Flower: Sunflower

Thing to do: Paint And write

Alcholic Beverage: EW, but fireball

Way to smoke: Pen

Drawing I’ve done so far: My new skull painting with mushrooms coming out of its eyes

Crystal: Clear Quartz

Way to art: Paint

Instrument: Guitar & Piano

Eye color: Hazel Or Green

Hair color: Brown or Half & Half

Restaurant: Chic-Fil-A or Fuzzys

Piercing: Nose

Kids Movie: Dispicable Me 3

Music genre: Country, Pop, & Rap

Bad Habit: Biting my skin on nails

Super Power: Mind Reading LOL

Place: My Room

Travel Spot: I wanna go to Salem or St. Helens

Car: 72′ Nova

To be count>>>

[jeansyvesmoreau]

Terfs, radfems, homophobes, racists etc dni, and I’m a minor, so nfsw blogs dni (you will be blocked because I love that button)

💜Melone, they/she/he (in order of preference), high school freshman (who is not in the us) with a stupid amount of brainrot and burnout

🧡Genderfluid, bi aspec. Or in straight terms, you can just call me gay, I call me gay too

💙Probably ADHD (undiagnosed) and maybe high-functioning autistic. Still considering the ASD part

💚Uses 'bruh' in a gender-neutral way, 'queer' as a reclaimed term, and 'yall' unironically

🖤Dear reader, cornelia street, new romantics and haunted stan first, human second. Speak now and reputation own my heart

🤎My top artist is taylor swift, forever and always (did you see what I did there- nvm), but I also like sasha sloan, fall out boy, alan walker, olivia rodrigo, ajr, anna blue alec benjamin, halsey, and gracie abrams. Taylor's the only one who I listen to religiously though

💜Six of crows hyperfixated. Kanej has me in a chokehold.

🧡Just an amateur, broke editor without photoshop trying to make do

💙Genuinely so proud of my comfort playlist (x)

My tags:

Random irl rambles: #they said speak now*

My edits: #my edit

Asks (all): #while I was gone I would have asked you*

For anons: #anon asks

For mutuals: #mutuals <3

(special mention to @/sleepless-crows, who gets her own tag of #lynnea <3

Ask games: #ask game

Tag games: #tag games

Queued posts: #I thought I had queue figured out

Saved posts: #I let them think they saved me*

Favourite posts: #you put me on and said I was your favourite*

Fandoms I post/reblog about:

Taylor swift: #taylor swift

Emotional six of crows posts: #the crows <3

Six of crows (related to the books, sometimes to the show): #six of crows

Shadow and bone (both the book and the show): #shadow and bone

Grishaverse (this is generally more for original posts, since I originally started out as a grishaverse blog): #grishaverse

Lord of the rings/the hobbit (both books and movies)/the silm (despite me not having read it yet): #lotr #the hobbit #the silm

Heartstopper: #heartstopper

Goncharov: #goncharov, often accompanied by the tag #unreality

Hunger games (not that often though): #thg

Percy Jackson (kinda dropped out after finding out how problematic it is? but still): #pjo and sometimes just #tsats

Keeper of the lost cities: #kotlc

My sideblogs:

(I use these for reblogging things I like and such)

Lord of the rings/tolkien sideblog: @clovengondorhorn

Taylor swift sideblog: @mytearscanricochet

Grishaverse sideblog: @allsomeonesmonster

Meta post blog: @whatthebigbossesdo

#intro post #shortcuts to some tags: #I thought I had queue figured out #the crows <3 #anon asks #I let them think they saved me* #they said speak now* #while I was gone I would have asked you* #lynnea <3 #jordieritzcracker asks #noromo35 asks #tolerateit asks #multi-fandom-girlie asks #sweet sweet superstar* #mutuals <3 #you put me on and said i was your favourite*

[mercurygrant]

tag game !

rules: answer the following and tag 10 users you want to get to know better

i got tagged by: @blazedgraysons, @blindedbythelightt, and @rhyrhy462

name: gracie

gender: female

star sign: virgo

height: 5’10 💔

age: 19

wallpaper on my phone: reggie from jatp as home, frog on a lily pad as lock!

house: slytherin

ever had a crush on a teacher: no thanks

coolest Halloween costume: i never had a cool costume i went as a witch like 6 years in a row LMFAO

favorite 90s tv show: probably saved by the bell

last kiss: a friend during high school bc of a dare lmao

have you ever been stood up: nah

favorite pair of shoes: my black docs

have you ever been to vegas: no but that sounds great

favorite fruit: honeydew melon

favorite book: mmm maybe poa from the Harry Potter series?

stupidest thing you’ve ever done: skipped band class in middle school and hid right outside of the school djdjd

all time favorite shows: gossip girl, the office, julie and the phantoms, law and order: svu, probably more im forgetting

last movie you saw in theaters: i never go to the theater so the grinch (2018) bc we went for a field trip

tagging: @zeusgrayson @delightfuldolan @dolansficsandpics @333dolans and anyone else who wants to do it!

#thank you guys for tagging me🥺 #tag game

[omgbiz1317]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: White Mountain Footbeds Leather Sandals - Size 10.