#i was talking to my coworker about the new trailer and she was like oh is it bc of when that actually happened

[loosethreadsofyoursoul]

was this the inspo for season 8

[brooooswriting]

Can you write something about Melissa Barrera with a reader who’s shorter than her? :)

Yo shorty

Melissa Barrera x reader

You Met Melissa on the set of scream 6, you were her makeup artist and it was great. She was always very nice and polite, she was on time, didn’t stress you, wasn’t mad if something didn’t work out the first time and was always easy to talk to. You and her were a dream team all of the people you work with always told you which made both of you blush, but truth be told you were a great team. 90% of the time you were the first that were done, there was always laughter filling your trailer and you barely needed a second try on anything by now.

At some point your relationship with Melissa turned into more of a friendship, while everybody else had conversations about the set you were talking about your love life, her family and friends, just everything to the point where your colleagues started shipping you two.

Funny thing though, you have never been with Melissa when she was standing, she already sat in your Trailer when you came back with the makeup you needed and you often left the trailer before her. And due to her full schedule you had never met outside of set, even though that was planned.

The first time was when your co worker had a doctors appointment later that day so you had to change shifts, she would do her make up in the morning and you’d stay on set for fixes during the scene.

It seemed like nobody notified Melissa as she was utterly confused why nobody came running in way too late and hugging her sitting figure as a ‘hello’ and a ‘sorry for the delay’. “where’s y/n?” She asked as she sat down, ready to get her make up done. “We had to switch shifts, but hello to you too” anna, your coworker, grinned as she started with the foundation. “Oh you know I didn’t mean it like that” the brunette joked, sad that she didn’t see you in the morning.

She first saw you that day when you were coming on set, running again because you were late, crushing into her as a hello, your normal greeting by now. Except that this time Melissa didn’t have to look up to you, no she had to crane her neck to look down at you. About 20 cm under her line of eye, were you standing hugging her waist. She knew that you’d be smaller than her but she never thought that you were that small. Her arms wrapped around your shoulder nonetheless, she was slightly giggling while the rest of the cast was awing. “What are you laughing about?” You asked when you finally parted, “nothing, just your lateness” she lied, she didn’t want to point out the obvious. “Very funny” you grumbled as you pulled out a brush with fake blood on it to fix her forehead, the only problem was that even when you stretched your arm you couldn’t quiet touch her forehead the right way to fix the makeup. Jasmin immediately laughed out loud, Mason awed again while Jenna looked at you like she could relate.

This time Melissa wasn’t just giggling she was full on laughing, “want me to bend down?” She grinned at you making you roll your eyes. “Well you can bend down or I can punch you in the stomach so you have to bend over in pain” you deadpanned, Jenna smiling proudly. “Uhh, you got a feisty one Mel” Jasmin laughed again, you turned your head and raised an eyebrow at her which made her shut up and take a step back. “Let’s do my makeup over there” she grabbed your hand and pulled you behind a wall, sitting down on a chair which gave you better access to her face. “It’s cute that you’re so small” she muttered out, it wasn’t uncommon for her to flirt with her but you still blushed and mumbled a quick ‘thanks’ to her. When you pulled the brush away her hands grabbed your small waist, pulling you closer to the point where you sat on her lap, this was new. “Let me take you on a date” she spoke out causing you to freeze, the fact that you didn’t answer made her keep talking, “come on, we’ve been flirting the whole time and I promise I’ll treat you right, I’ll spoil you, love you and I’ll defend you when somebody makes fun of your height” you couldn’t help but laugh out at the last part. “Wouldn’t that be unprofessional?” You asked scared that this might get you fired, “it’s fine, I’ll talk to the producers alright? So can I pick you up tonight?” Your faces was tomato red and you didn’t trust your voice so you only nodded causing her to smile. “I’ll be there at 8”

Your first date was great, you got something to eat and just talked. After that followed 5 dates in the next 5 days, you couldn’t stop seeing each other. Both of you had wanted this since you started filming, you still decided to keep it on the low and not tell anybody right away. At least until your 7th date.

You slept over at Melissa’s, you had drunken a bit and she didn’t want you to drive so you decided to stay, being the gentlewomen she is she wanted to sleep on the couch but after a short discussion you shared the bed. She was nervous, which was pretty cute to you, you had to grab her arm and wrap it around your waist to indicate that cuddling was fine. That night you spent in her arms as the little spoon, due to the cold weather her body heat warmed you perfectly, especially because her body engulfed yours nearly completely.

The only problem was that you forgot to set your own alarm, you woke up to the actress’s alarm. “Mhm, turn that off” she grumbled into your neck her arms pulling you closer by the waist, you stretched your arm out to stop the alarm until you saw the time. “Fuck” you yelled out and jumped out of bed, “what’s wrong?” She asked quickly sitting up too, “it’s 5 am, I have to be there in 30 minutes, we have a conference today” you explained doing the math in your head, there was no way that you would have time to get home and get dressed and you couldn’t wear the dress you wore yesterday for the date, it was way to revealing for work. “It will be fine, you can wear some of mine cloths” she said, standing up and opening her closet. “Everything will be way to big on me” you pouted but it was your last option any way.

So Melissa found a pair of boyfriend jeans that were too short for her and you put on a hoodie from her and your chucks. You looked okay, but you felt awesome as the cloths smelled like her. “I gotta go, I’ll see you at 6 am right?” She nodded as she gave you a to go cup with coffee in it. “Alright, see ya later” you said and stood in your tippy toes signaling her that you wanted a goodbye kiss. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips while her hand rested on your waist, squeezing lightly. After a couple more kisses you finally parted.

You ran towards the conference room at 5:32 am, you were late but at least it was only 5 minutes. “Sorry, lots of traffic” you said as you speed walked towards your seat. “Aren’t those cloths way to big for you?” Anna who sat next to you mumbled out. “No, I ordered oversized ones” you lied keeping your eyes on the producer. Your coworker decided to let it slide this time turning back towards the producer.

When you walked out of the meeting it was 5:55am, “well, I’m gonna go get Mel ready” you said and walked to the trailer where Jasmin and your date already sat. “Nice cloths y/n” Jasmin called after you making you blush, “thanks, they’re new” you lied taking some makeup out of the shelf’s. “Really? I didn’t know they sold hoodies with the writing ‘Barrera’ on it” she laughed causing you to blush and for the first time you looked down and saw her name written on it. “You guys are so cute, but chill I won’t tell a soul” she added and you thanked her before walking to Melissa who was trying to stop laughing.

“You ass! You gave me that hoodie! You knew that your name was on it!” You hit her shoulder making her laugh even more, “well it’s cute” she only said before kissing you softly. “Shut up and turn so I can do your hair” you grumbled out.

“I gotta ask you something” Melissa spoke up as you sat on her couch watching football, “shoot” you mumbled turning your head away from the TV in front of you. “Well, you know that the premier of my new movie is gonna be soon right?” She asked and you nodded, “yes, I can do your make up” you laughed and kissed her cheek but she only shook her head. “No, I want you to come with me… as my girlfriend” she said. You stopped in shock only starring at her. “Your…girlfriend?” You repeated and she nodded. A smile formed on your face, and you threw yourself onto her lap kissing her as a ‘yes’.

Two weeks later you stood on the red carpet with her, her arm mostly resting on your head as a armrest making the others laugh while you grumbled. When the pictures turned serious she hugged you from behind, her arms around your waist and your head tucked under hers. “I love you shorty” she mumbled into your hair. You turned around and kissed her with your hands on her neck, “I love you too you asshole” you mumbled before turning back.

[miamochi-writes]

Daycare Snacks Vash AU Part 11

A/n: Again I apologize for delaying this chapter! But I hope you enjoy! Also I apologize for this being a long post to scroll through. There’s a lot I needed to add so I’m going to split this part up. Expect another update on this very soon <3

It was another hectic week at the daycare with Vash and Liz. Since the holidays were coming up, everyone was either decorating or trying to cram in as many lessons as they could for the kids. Even some of the kids were a bit more rowdier than usual as they were excited to celebrate. Then there were some who were starting to feel sad that they couldn’t see their friends or favorite helpers. Overall, there wasn’t a dull moment with anyone. It was the week before the holidays started and you were having your lunch break with Vash.

Ever since the night you invited him to the arcade, you’ve been telling Vash more about your actual favorite shows, games, and some of your collectibles. He never once interrupted you and just admired how passionate your were about your interests. Sometimes he’ll ask or remember the things you mentioned and would share memes or news about it that always put a smile to your face. Today at lunch, Vash wanted to show you a new video about one of his favorite video game series coming out. 

“Okay so Y/n, think of it like this. It’s more open world so you can explore and do more things than what the original game series is known for! Just look at how beautiful the graphics are and the music too!” Vash gushed as he had to stop himself from shaking with joy while steadying his phone. You were captivated by the game trailer he showed you as you’ve never seen a video game look that beautiful with its gameplay with a simple but effective art style.

“That looks really cool! And you said it’s coming out soon right? Do you mind if I watch you play it once you get it?” you asked him.

“Of course! I’ll message you once I get it. Plus you’re more than welcome to come over to watch! And I can teach you how to play it if you like! It’s not that hard to play. I’m pretty sure I can adjust the settings for you so it isn’t too hard,” Vash explained as you couldn’t help but smile at how much he was willing to include you for things like this. Meanwhile, Liz and a few other coworkers were staring from the distance with a few smirks on their faces.

“You think they would’ve gotten together by now?” one of the workers mentioned as Liz waved them off.

“Listen, it’s getting there. Ever since I told Y/n I couldn’t make it to that cafe, things have been going smoothly. But maybe we can push ‘em a little more in the right direction,” Liz commented as she started racking her brain with a few ideas.

~*~

It was the end of the day where you and Vash waved goodbye to the last kid who got picked up. You both cleaned up and were about to gather your things in the employee lounge until Liz came in with a cup in her hand. Turned out she wanted to do a small gift exchange for the holidays next week for fun. Both you and Vash agreed it was a nice idea and picked out who you were going to gift. The only thing was, none of you can say who you got until next week when it was time to gift each other. After you picked, Vash took you home.

You were resting back at your apartment watching one of your favorite shows to pass the time before going to bed. As the plot twist was revealed, your phone rang and started you by surprise. You checked to see it was Vash calling you. You took a deep breath and picked up.

“Hey Vash, what’s up?” you greeted.

“Hey, Y/n, is this a good time to talk?” he asked.

“Yeah, you’re not bothering me or anything,” you replied as you heard him relax on the other end.

“Oh good! I was calling because one of my friends told me that there’s this big marketplace event called Traders Village happening tomorrow at the neighboring city nearby. There’s going to be all kinds of vendors there including local and big named ones too. I was wondering if you wanted to go with me? I figured it would be a good place to find some gift ideas for our gift exchange. It’ll only be a 30 minute drive to get there, but I hear it’s worth going to. Up to you,” Vash offered as you pondered on the idea. 

“So what you’re saying is it’ll be a mini road trip?” you clarified as Vash laughed.

“I can provide the entertainment and snacks if you like,” he added as you giggled.

“Sure, I’d love to join,” you answered.

“Aw Y/n it’s going to be great! You won’t regret it. I’ll pick you up at 9!” he gushed as your smile grew bigger by how excited he was.

“Okay, I’ll see you then. Good night Vash,” you spoke.

“Good night Y/n,” he commented and then hung up. You grabbed the plushie he got you and then dialed Cora’s number. You explained to her what happened as she teased you to where your blush kept deepening in shades of red.

~*~

The next morning, you were dressed in your most comfy yet stylish clothes with a cardigan that pulled your look together. You even brought one of your bigger bags to carry a few items with you for today. Vash messaged you that he was on his way, while you waited outside your apartment for his car to pull up. You then saw his car parking and went downstairs to meet him. He unlocked his car so you can sit in the passenger seat. Vash was wearing a black turtleneck with a white button up where he left a few of the top buttons loose. He wore slightly black pants and some familiar combat boots.

“Morning! Someone looks ready to have fun!” Vash greeted as you flashed him a smile.

“I am, thanks for inviting me! So I’m curious what you have in plan while we get there,” you spoke as you buckled in your seatbelt.

“Oh I have lots of things ready for today. Just sit back and relax,” he added as he put his hand behind your seat and started to reverse the car. Turns out Vash made a playlist for this little road trip last night so you could be comfortable and jam out. He even packed some of your favorite snacks that you would ask for at the daycare and a couple of waters just in case. Vash made you the DJ for the first part of the trip while you talked to him as he drove. If he ever asked for a small snack and water, you got him covered. You actually surprised him by packing a few of his favorite snacks as well.

“Wait, you remembered?” he asked as you handed him his favorite treat from your bag.

“Of course I do! You’ve been treating me whenever we hang out and when you get me my snacks at daycare. Now it’s my turn. Although, I know it’s not much,” you answered as he grabbed the snack from you.

“No this is perfect! Thanks Y/n! I was actually craving this earlier, but the store near me ran out,” he replied after taking a few bites. Vash would continue talking about how great the market was. When you passed by certain areas, he would also point out how those were other memorable places that he wanted to take you another time. 

After being on the road for 30 minutes, you both saw the sign for the market event as Vash drove to the nearest parking place. When he said it was called Traders Village, you had no idea that what he said was literal. It looked like the whole event took up the biggest space possible with multiple colorful tents for each shop. The place was much bigger than any convention space you’ve ever seen. Your mouth was agape from being awestruck that you didn’t realize Vash was opening your side of the door. He helped you get up as he had the biggest smile on his face.

“So what do you think?” Vash asked.

“I feel like I’m going to get lost, because this place is huge!” you commented. 

“Just stay close to me and I’ll show you around! I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen. You let me know if there’s a booth you want to check out and we can take a look,” he offered his hand to you. You couldn’t believe how lucky you were to have him with you as you grabbed his hand. Vash led the way as you followed him. You got a glimpse of the entrance to see tons of people walking around to different vendors. The place was lively to say the least as you looked to see what each person was selling. Vash led you to one vendor who was selling trinkets and stationary items that had some characters you recognized on TV. You then pointed out another vendor who was selling vintage merch of old shows that Vash was gushing over as he showed you his favorites.

It wasn’t until you landed at a vendor who was selling jam and fruits at their table. You stopped Vash from moving forward and told him you wanted to check this place out. Once you walked up, you noticed the person was offering free tasting samples. You asked to try a few and the minute you tasted them, you were astonished with how sweet the flavors were.

“These are so much better than the grocery store!” you commented as the vendor laughed.

“I grew these myself, and took a lot of playing around until I got the right flavor. Are you interested in any?” she asked.

“Yes! Can I grab two of your most popular fruit and one jam?” you asked as she prepared some items. Once she rang you up to pay, Vash got in front of you and offered his card to the lady.

“Vash no!” you called out as Vash just gave you a grin.

“Just this one time,” he argued as you got slightly red.

“One time? You mean the multiple times you’ve done this every time we hang out?!” you questioned as you tried to pull his arm back and offer your card to the lady.

“I’ll cover this for today and you can pay whatever you like at the next vendor,” Vash offered as he slammed his card while the market lady just laughed.

“Y’all are the funniest couple I’ve seen today,” she commented as you turned a deeper shade of red after hearing that. Little did you know, Vash was also flustered from hearing that as you stuttered.

“Oh, w-w-we aren’t a couple. We work together and he invited me here,” you explained as the lady was still smirking at you both before handing over your items in a bag. Before you could answer again, Vash pointed out another vendor to check out. You noticed he was also flustered and that his ears were a tinge of red. You started thinking about what it would be like if you and Vash were a couple. But you mentally shook that thought out and had to focus on why you were here. Gift shopping. You can worry about Vash later.

The both of you looked at more booths and saw Vash purchase a few items for himself on some rare collectibles from a video game he couldn’t pass up on. Meanwhile you spotted a few notebooks and handmade jewelry that Vash didn’t stop you from buying. If anything, he was happy that you took the time to show him what caught your eye and gave his honest opinion about you wearing them.

“Those look great on you!” he would say as you happily purchased them. It wasn’t until you spotted one vendor who had the perfect item you could gift to Liz. You told Vash you wanted to stop by the booth and he agreed. But, he wanted to let you know there was another booth nearby he wanted to grab for his gift exchange and that he’ll be there or try to rush back to you. You figured it was okay as you went to the next vendor. 

They had a variety of items, but what caught your eye was the handmade tumblers they had with different characters and logos on them. Liz was a coffee drinker and you overheard her talk about how much she loved this new show she was watching and one of the tumblers had the logo and a few characters on it. You never purchased an item so fast. The vendor also decided to give you a buy one get one free deal. You then picked a tumbler for yourself that you could see yourself using. Then you spotted the booth had some DVDs up for sale and one DVD caught your eye. It was the Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood DVD and Bluray collection with additional items as well. You remembered Vash telling you how much he wanted this but couldn’t find it anywhere. 

“How much for the DVD set?” you asked.

“I would sell it for $80 but since you’ve bought a few things for me, I’ll give it to you for $40,” he offered as you immediately handed him your card. You glanced over to make sure Vash didn’t see you buying this as you made sure to double bag the item so he couldn’t see. You thanked the vendor before making your way to Vash. It looked like he was still at the booth but there were two people talking to him. Maybe it was people he knew? Upon closer look, you saw Vash’s face look uncomfortable as he was slowly backing away and frowning. You walked closer and started to hear their conversation.

“What? We just wanted to say hi to our old friend. Remember the nickname they gave you back then? Vash the Stampede? Or the Humanoid Typhoon?” one commented.

“Yeah, you were such a klutz back then! I can never forget how much of a mess you left that one time back in home period!" the other guy brought up. You noticed Vash was looking more timid.

“Nice to see that you guys are doing well,” Vash said in a more dejected tone that you never heard before. 

“So what brings you here? Are you planning on stampeding this place too?” the guy asked. 

“There you are! I was wondering where you went,” you chimed in as you held onto Vash’s arm. You could feel Vash slightly jump from your touch as he looked at you. His blue eyes looked into your e/c eyes and saw a mix of emotions.

“Oh and who’s this cutie? You didn’t tell us you brought someone with you Vash,” they commented as you kept a smile on your face, but mentally you were ready to throw hands at them.

“I’m Y/n, one of Vash’s friends. We work together at a daycare,” you introduced yourself as the guys chuckled.

“Vash? Vash the Stampede at a daycare? I bet it must be a lot of work cleaning up after his mess. Do you know how much of a riot he was back then in our class?” one of them laughed.

“Actually, Vash is the most responsible person I’ve ever worked with. The kids, parents, and staff trust him with everything. In fact, he mentored me when I first started working and had to clean up my mess. So if anything I was a handful,” you retorted with high praises but slowly started to glare at the two. You were so focused on the two guys that you didn’t notice yourself squeezing Vash’s arm and getting closer to him.

“Look we’re just saying as his old friends what we knew about Vash back then. Just wanted to warn you about him is all,” one of the guys was defending himself as you took one step forward.

“You know last time I checked, friends don’t bring each other down like that. Also warning me? That’s for me to decide about who I pick to be with. And I pick Vash. Now if you’re done talking, we got places to go,” you said a bit aggressively as you pulled Vash away. You kept walking until you found a bench to sit on and noticed Vash was too quiet for you liking. You looked at him to see him staring at you with wide eyes.

“Everything okay Vash? About earlier, I kinda overheard and couldn’t standby. In my defense they didn’t seem like good friends,” you spoke trying to get a feel of the mood right now. His blue eyes never looked away from yours as you were starting to fidget a bit.

“No, I’m okay. I just wanted to ask...everything you said back there. Did you mean it?” he asked.

“Of course, I stand by what I said back there. You’re such a huge help and someone I look up to. And once we started hanging out more, I realized anyone is lucky to have you in their life. As for your��“friends” earlier they’re still jerks,” you answered as you pouted at the thought of those guys.

“Would you still say the same if I told you what they said was true? Like them calling me Vash the Stampede? Humanoid Typhoon? The guy who was known to make messes wherever he goes? Would you still hang out with me?” Vash asked once more as you looked away to think.

“You know my parents once told me this saying. Life is kinda like a movie. When you meet someone, you meet them in the middle of the film. You can’t stop the film, so I have no idea what happened before then or what will happen in the future. I guess what I’m trying to say is I met you right in the middle. I have no idea about what happened before. BUT, I’m willing to listen how you listened to me like last time. I’d like to learn more about you if you let me. The good and bad. So I’m sticking by you regardless,” you answered as you flashed him a fond smile as you felt yourself blush. It took a lot for you to say that, but after how Vash asked you...he needed to know. 

Vash was still quiet, but his blue eyes started to light up at your answer. You could even see his cheeks turning pink which you found absolutely cute. He then pulled you into a tight hug and whispered, “Thank you, I don’t know how I got lucky on meeting you.” Oh you were extra grateful that Vash couldn’t see how much your face was turning red as a tomato. Everything he did was making your heart rush to where you might have to call an ambulance for what he was doing. You then hugged him back as best as you could before he pulled away.

“Sorry for making you worry earlier and asking that. My mind tends to wander. Hope this didn’t ruin our market day,” Vash apologized as he scratched his cheek and let out a nervous laugh. You shook your head and waved off his comment.

“Oh no, not at all! You have nothing to apologize for! Besides I needed a quick break before buying some more again. Plus, we haven’t even explored a good chunk yet!” you reassured him as he looked at your bags.

“Woah, you bought a lot there. Is that for the gift exchange?” he pointed out as you looked at the bag filled with gifts. You made sure it was hidden well so he couldn’t see the contents inside and nodded at him.

“Wow! Whoever you got must be really lucky!” he commented. You giggled trying to hold back the surprise and thought oh yeah they’re pretty lucky.

“Oh speaking of, I spotted this booth you might like! Come on, let’s hurry before they run out of stuff!” Vash mentioned as he got up and pulled you with him. He even grabbed some of your bags because he insisted. You gave in as he made a puppy face at you, but you made sure you held your most recent purchase.

“Hang on tight, don’t want to lose you in this crowd,” he finished and quickly turned to look at you while flashing you that beautiful smile of his. With the way he was holding you close, hand-in-hand, and then that face, you felt your stomach turn in knots as your heart raced once more. Oh if only he know what exactly he did to you so effortlessly.

A/n: Hi! Thanks for reading probably my longest chapter! Again this is half of the full chapter I wanted to release. But I rather split it up for everyone who reads this. Thanks for being patient with me! I hope you like this and like the next one <3

@marydragneell @daschstuff​

[whatyourusherthinks]

Twisters Review

I was pretty excited for this movie. Not because I've seen the original Twister, I haven't. But because it is a disaster movie. And I've only seen one other disaster movie in my life is the cinematic masterpiece Moonfall. (Wait, do we count Kaiju movies? Some of them are kinda like disaster movies.) Also, like all of my coworkers went to go see this movie as soon as they could. I was not expecting that kind of anticipation from them for this movie. Needless to say, my expectations were pretty high going into this movie.

What's This Movie About?

Kate is a climatologist who thinks she found a way to disrupt a tornado, and she gets a chance when her friend brings her on to a team attempting to get a 3D model of a tornado. However, a rival tornado chasing team lead by a sexy cowboy has her rethinking her perspective on the situation.

What I Like.

Pretty much the whole movie, honestly. It's silly and kinda crazy, but it's got good actors playing good characters in a good script. I like both the leads, and there's a great scene that goes into Kate's backstory that lets Daisy Edgar-Jones really act. I also like the Javi character, but Anthony Ramos is really charming so I'd probably like anything he does. The YouTuber characters seemed really annoying in the trailer, and they have their moments where they are funny. The plot is dumb but hides it really well. When you boil it down, it's basically that the Tornado Whisperer has found a way to kill tornados, but they bullshit the science well enough that my non-meteorologist brain was like, "Yeah, that makes sense." They way the clouds and tornadoes look is very impressive. They do a lot of shots of the clouds from above, or of funnel clouds forming and it looks really cool. The devastation the storms cause is also crazy impressive. The movie almost becomes Game of Thrones with how many death there are. They movie even treats the storms like they are monsters, and everyone talks like it chose to destroy these towns or kill these people. It was darkly funny. And all the deaths aren't crowds of nameless extras either, I think everyone who dies has at least a moment of characterization to help the audience connect with them. And then they get sucked away. It was kinda dumb that no Warning sirens go off until it's way too late to seek shelter, and they people in Oklahoma don't know how to properly keep trying to drive away from tornados, but it keeps the action up and eventually I just completely forgot about it.

What I Didn't Like.

So this is a weird new complaint. This movie kinda liberal-washes Oklahoma. Like, no one has guns. There's a part where Kate goes back home in the middle of the night, and her mom comes down without realizing it's her, and I expected that the movie was gonna make a joke where her mom has a shotgun and points it at Kate before being like "Oh, you scared me sweetie!" but they just don't do it. The movie also almost admits that climate change exists, which could have been a topical and interesting point, but everyone instead acknowledges that inclement weather has been getting worse and then just accepts that it's happening. The trailer kinda spoils a twist, but it's pretty obvious in the movie anyway. Finally, I didn't care for half the music. Not that it's badly used or mismatching the situations they use it in, it's just pop country shlock that I hate and all sounds the same to me. The kind of songs that are about the singer's ex-wife leaving him and taking his pick up truck, but he's from [INSERT SOUTHERN US STATE] and he's go a cold beer so he still loves Jesus.

Final Summation.

Much like the Tornado Wranglers themselves, Twisters is a wild ride and a lot of fun! I think I might be a disaster movie fan and I just don't realize it. The same day, my coworker friend told me about a movie called The Core which is all about people trying to restart the earth's magma core with nukes. That sounds fucking ridiculous and I am 100 percent on board.

[secretsecretbunny]

okay so I (gracefully) put my foot down and demanded to know why people were essentially babying me and apparently I had a threat against me and literally no one decided to tell me????? someone left a note saying something along the lines of "get the slut a new job" and to keep me "away from the talent" because I was being a "kiss ass" in an attempt to "bring them to bed" and then ended it with a stereotypical "or else" ... okay a few things:

who tf uses that wording??? "bring them to bed?" bitch just say I'm tryna fuck.

I would never fucking risk my job like that???????? lmfao??? and I'm interested in someone already???

a kiss ass??? I'm literally just doing my job???

this was 100% left by a staff member because I have NOT left the trailer area except to go get drinks and apparently the note was left before that. it couldn't be anyone attending with VIP access because I'm in a private area where VIP ticket holders aren't allowed.

I'm willing to bet it's the bitch who won't shut tf up about my outfit choices 🙃 she's not even with our company, she's specifically coachella hired staff and she has bitched about my outfits literally every single time I've worked these last couple of weekends. she's the actual fucking kiss ass and is a white girl attempting to make herself look asian yet literally rolled her eyes at me for speaking korean while she was around and accused me of talking shit in another language because she couldn't understand me.

and lastly.. I don't give a fuck. tf this person gonna do when security is so tight around here? I know they don't have any weapons because literally everyone is searched before being let backstage or into staff areas anyway.

so they said they'll let me get back to work if I'm not worried about it and apologized but people are still on edge and honestly I'm just pissed. I do my job well. I get shit done. I'm not out here flirting with talent. I love and respect them as artists and that is it. just because I'm a fan of who I've been working with during coachella doesn't mean SHIT.

oh and apparently that coworker is already suspected by the staff and talent as well because of her attitude towards me. she has already been scolded for talking shit about my clothes and talking shit about our company not having dress code. like pookie if you're jealous just say that 🙄

anyway.. I'm gonna go do my JOB and do it WELL.

finally I'm doing a few things like grabbing drinks and I'll be helping wardrobe/makeup in a bit, but everyone, including the artists, are telling me to take a break and have fun because I've been working so hard the last couple of weekends but 😭😭😭 I don't wanna. make me useful, damn it!!! why am I being treated like baby rn when I wanna be treated like the boss ass bitch I am? 😤 like why tf are YOU, as the TALENT, bringing ME a snack???!?????? like, thank you, that's very sweet, but please put me to work before I lose my mind 😩

"it's so hot today, you should relax until we need you." NEED ME NOW, PLEASE??? TF??????

like idk what's going on but I'm about to find out because this isn't normal and I hate taking the backseat. let me go out there and make runs and do work??? they even have one of the security team helping me with literally anything I go out to do like I can't do it myself???? I'm so confused.

[birdlungg]

Would i maybe be able to request an eddie x reader where the reader is newish in town, moved into trailer park on her own and needed a new weed dealer so her new co worker robin/steve sent her to eddie. After meeting a few times they realize they have a lot in common (music, style etc.) and there's obvious sexual and romantic tension. So when the reader gets locked out of her trailer in the pouring rain she ends up at eddies and spicyness or fluff ensues

This is so cute I love this man kshdgfkjahdskjfh

Warnings: Smut, mentions of abuse, Steve being Steve, Eddie being hot

OVER 2K WORDS MY GUY LETS GO

let me know what you think!

The first time Eddie sees you, you're unloading your small amount of belonging from the back of your shitty sedan. He's on his way to school and stops dead in his tracks when he sees you bent over rummaging around in your trunk.

"Well, fuck me." He mutters to himself. You're wearing dark jeans and a Metallica shirt and you're his dream girl already. You feel the tell-tale prickle at the back of your neck that tells you someone is staring and turn to see him looking away from you quickly. He's cute, you think with a smile. But you really don't need another relationship at the moment.

He basically rushes to his van and peels out quicker than he should in order to avoid any more awkwardness, and you shrug and turn back to your car.

You see each other in passing a few times since his school schedule and your new work schedule seem to line up almost identically, but you still haven't spoken. It's not until your new coworkers mention him that you decide to actually introduce yourself.

"Man, I need to find a new weed guy," you say dramatically as you drape yourself over the counter. Robin laughs at you lightly as she flicks your forehead. You stick your tongue out at her before standing upright and leaning against the counter. "Any recommendations?" you ask playfully.

"No, because unlike you I don't need to get high to have fun," Steve pipes up from where he's unboxing things behind you. You and Robin gasp playfully at him.

"Oh? Is that why you're so boring?" You say laughing. You have to duck as he throws a VHS cassette at you and Robin catches it over your head.

"You should talk to Eddie. I hear he has every kind of drug a girl could ask for." Robin says, trying to change the subject before you and Steve start bickering. "Actually, I think he lives like right next to you!"

You think for a moment, tapping your pointer finger on your chin. You snap when someone finally comes to mind. "Is he the hottie with the dark hair and the black van?" You ask.

Robin nods as Steve shouts indignantly "Hottie?! That's your type?" He sounds a bit hurt. When you first came in to interview for the position, Steve laid it on pretty thick trying to ask you out. You shut him down pretty quickly, much to his bane and Robin's pleasure.

You still haven't told them exactly why you moved to Hawkins, but they know something serious happened. You didn't particularly like loud noises and always tried to keep any guy you talked to on the other side of an obstacle. They put two and two together pretty quickly.

"Steve, I know you think I'm attractive but I'm not looking for a relationship right now, and I just don't feel that way about you. All I want from Eddie is some weed, alright? I'm still trying to heal from the last guy." You cross your arms awkwardly, realizing you divulged maybe a little too much as they look at you sadly. Clearing your throat, you decide to change the subject.

"Anyway, does this Eddie have good weed or shit weed? After a day with you two I'm gonna need the best I can get my hands on." You wink at them and they both roll their eyes.

You decide to introduce yourself that night and walk over to his trailer after parking your car at yours. You can hear the sound of Pantera playing loudly from inside, and smirk to yourself before knocking on the door.

A few moments later you hear the music get turned down slightly as he shouts that the door is open. You crack open the door and peek your head inside. he has his back to you as he flips through a handful of cassettes in his hands.

"Henderson, I thought I told you tomorrow, buddy!" He still hasn't turned around to realize that he's not who you think and you clear your throat. He spins around and fumbles with the cassettes when he sees you, dropping a few on the ground as he stands there awkwardly.

You smirk and give him a light wave. "Sorry, not Henderson. I'm your new neighbor." You introduce yourself. He blinks at you and you stand there waiting for him to catch up. He must be really high right now, you think.

"Um. I'm high. I mean, hi. I'm Eddie," he backtracks and you can't help but laugh at him. He flushes red and nervously scratches the back of his neck.

"Hi, Eddie. Nice to meet you. I'm looking for a new weed dealer and was told by a little 'birdy' that you are the guy to go to. That true?" A look of shock comes over his face before he smirks and exaggeratedly bows at the waist.

"My lady, you came to the right place."

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

You see a lot more of him after that. He always says he doesn't have as much weed as you're looking to buy, so you have to visit him frequently. You suspect that he's lying to get you to come back more often, but can't find it in you to care. You love hanging out with him. You started smoking weed together as well, sometimes in his trailer, sometimes in your own. He even introduced you to dungeons and dragons, which you enjoyed a lot more than you thought you would.

You very quickly find yourself falling for him. He made it so easy, but you didn't want to rush into anything too quick. There were times when you caught him looking at you like you'd never been looked at before and thought that maybe, just maybe, he felt the same.

You woke up late for work, and then remembered halfway through the day that you had a doctor's appointment and had to leave early to change and head to the clinic. In your rush, you didn't realize that part of your keychain had fallen off on your way out the door.

It had happened a few times before, and Eddie was constantly telling you that you needed to get it fixed, but you always brushed it off. Well, today that would bite you in the ass.

It's absolutely pouring when you get home later that day, and you can barely see a few feet in front of you. You bolt to your door after getting out of your car, only to realize that your door key is not in your ring. You gape at the lock for far too long in disbelief and can feel frustrated tears pooling in your eyes.

You're shocked that your first thought after realizing what happened is 'Eddie can help'. You know how you feel about him but are so scared to be hurt again. You consider your options for a few seconds before making your way to the door of his trailer. You knock as hard as you can so he can hear you over the rain.

You shiver and rub your palms against your arms for warmth as he opens the door. Even though you'd knocked on his door tons of times, he still looks surprised to see you there in the rain.

"Jesus sweetheart, what the hell are you doing out there?" He grabs you gently by the shoulders and pulls you into the trailer, shutting and locking the door behind him.

"I'm sorry," you gasp. "I locked my keys in my trailer. I didn't know where else to go." He leaves you for a second to grab a towel from the bathroom and wraps it around your shoulders.

"Don't be sorry baby, let's just get you warm." He's so focused on trying to dry your shirt that he doesn't even register what he just said, but you did. You're just looking at him as he's trying to take care of you and all you can think about is how pretty he is.

You rock forward on your feet and connect your lips, pulling away quickly when you realized what you'd done. You open your mouth to apologize because fuck, you just fucked up and ruined the best thing in your life but he grabs your hips and pulls you into him and kisses you deeply.

It's everything you wanted it to be. He tastes and smells so good and you wrap your arms around him and sigh into the kiss. He pulls away once you both need air and rests his forehead against yours. You stare into his big brown eyes and whisper softly, "warm me up?"

He doesn't even hesitate to kiss you again, this time pushing you backward until your calves hit the sofa behind you. He grips the bottom of your soaked shirt, stopping the kiss to get it over your head, and then he's guiding you down to lay on the sofa. He removes his own shirt next, and your lust-filled gaze travels along his torso and traces over his tattoos.

Your socks and shoes go next, and he grunts in frustration when he tries to get your wet jeans off. You laugh at him lightly, but he smirks and kisses you.

"Quiet you, I'm trying to be smooth here. " You laugh harder this time and he nips at your neck, making you moan lightly. He sucks at your neck, entertaining himself with the feeling of your skin against his lips as you unbuckle his pants and push them down his thighs with his boxers. You reach behind you and undo your bra, and he kisses his way down your chest as soon as it hits the floor.

Eddie has never felt this attracted to anyone before. He feels so warm and vulnerable and safe all at the same time. He removes that last bit of clothing from you both, and now you're both naked, pressed up against each other on his ratty old couch as the rain continues outside.

He sits up, maintaining eye contact with you as he trails his ring-covered hand down to your cunt. His thumb comes to rest on your clit and two fingers slowly enter you. You're embarrassingly wet already and turn your head into the couch. He stops, not wanting you to be uncomfortable with anything.

"Baby, do you want me to keep going?" He asks gruffly. He feels like he's would explode if you wanted to stop, but he cares about you too much to push you.

"Yes," you murmur, peeking up at him through your lashes. "It's just been a while since..." You trail off and he nods in understanding. "We can stop if you want. Just say the word," he responds.

You trace the tattoo on his collar bone before reaching down and gripping his cock tightly. He grunts and jerks his hips forward as you stroke him. Wrapping your legs around his waist causes him to remove his hand from your cunt and brace his arms on either side of your head.

You position his cock at your opening and look up at him with blown pupils and god you look so gorgeous that he just can't help but kiss you silly again. Then, he's moving his hips and sheathing himself inside of you. You gasp against each other mouths as he bottoms out, and he lets you adjust briefly before he starts thrusting.

Eddie starts up a steady pace, feeling like your walls are sucking him in tightly as he rolls his hips into you. You rake your nails down his back as you gasp and moan into his mouth, before throwing your head back in pleasure. He's quick to reattach his mouth to your throat, working on that same spot as before.

"Fuck baby, you feel so good," he grunts against you. The sensation of his long curly hair against your bare chest just heightens your pleasure and you clamp around him. A few thrusts later the band in your abdomen snaps and you come around him. The sensation causes him to reach his finish and he releases deep inside you with a groan.

You both sit there panting for a moment as you calm down, and he nuzzles into your throat as you run your fingers through his beautiful hair. You sigh happily at the feeling of fullness you get from his cock before giggling slightly. He looks up at you questionably before you tell him,

"I should lock myself out more often."

[wizkiddx]

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i have exams hence why i needed to write something exceptionally cringe :)

PSA: this is completely inspired from one of my fave writers own blurb @blissfulparker​ --> completely recommend u go read hers its much better than anything i could ever write!!!! (and just her whole account) = link

Summary: pure exhaustion and mutual pining, Tom Holland x actress!reader

^(just thought this was cute, doesn't really fit aha but full credit to op!!)

A scheduling nightmare would be putting it lightly. Perhaps almost unavoidable but that didn’t make it any less of a hellish form a torture. Harry had very helpfully said it actually was a form of torture, that is sleep deprivation. Y/n loved her job - it was all she’d ever really wanted - yet that thought was quickly becoming not enough to get her through the day. Not when it felt like an interrogation tactic used by the CIA. 

To give a quick timeline of the past few days may give a little context:

Thursday - filming the fight scene all day plus an evening-turned-half-the-night-shoot due to some technically difficulties delaying the process.

Friday - flying to New York while doing read throughs of scenes for the next few days; followed immediately by getting glammed and filming the tonight show with Fallon; then a dash across town to the late late show with James Corden; then straight back on a flight to Atlanta that landed at stupid o’clock in the morning

Saturday - a full day of shooting in a mock grand central station set

The press trip to NY had been unplanned… to say the least. But the star of their studios other new release had taken ill - meaning they had slots booked on some of the biggest talk shows in America that would just be abandoned (angering the shows bookers too). It was a waste of perfectly good promo time and since the studio had their two other stars together doing a block of reshoots - it wasn’t a conversation. Much more a call demanding the two of them to be on the plane.

Normally this wouldn’t be such an unmanageable ask either, except the reshoot block was really rather time pressured. You see, the promo tour wasn’t far from beginning meaning they really needed the final film in the can. So really it was a bit of a mess. Just to free up that single day the two were in New York the whole schedule had had to be rejigged - in doing so they’d lost a rare day off too. It was just typical.  

The joys of success hey?

Well, that’s at least what Y/n was making herself think whilst her incredibly talented SFX artist was in the process of crafting a deep wound onto her upper arm. The reason why she would be ‘dripping with blood’ whilst at a train station was beyond Y/n to be honest - she hadn’t been allowed to read a lot of the script so even now as filming was drawing to a close, the story arc of the movie she was headlining was still a little ‘fuzzy’.

“So I watched your ‘spill your guts’ thing on YouTube” Ellie giggled whilst reaching over for more prosthetic putty- a technical term apparently

“I’m glad one of us enjoyed the experience” Y/n replied with a sigh, rolling her eyes at the mischievous smirk on her face - no doubt Ellie took great joy out of seeing her suffer through eating a thousand year old egg. Which Y/n swore the taste of was still in her mouth… and it seemed as though it’d never leave. 

“Oh don’t worry darling I did too” Nelli called over from the next chair along, where she was doing Tom’s makeup for the day of shoots. “Between that and the animals on Fallon, you made a hell of a lot of people laugh last night” Tom’s artist was referencing the fact one of Jimmys other guests was a zookeeper, so at the end of the interview he had you and Tom join in trying not to scream at the snakes and spiders.

“You mean laugh at us?” 

“Well of course darling!” Nelli exclaimed back in an overdramatic bronx accent making all three of the women burst out laughing, Ellie’s unceremonious snorts echoing through the trailer only egged them all on more.

Tom in response, who had otherwise been absent from conversation for the majority of the morning, exclaimed a curse and jumped up in his chair. While you and Ellie collected yourself, Nelli apologised to him.

“Oh sorry love, I’m interrupting your snooze with my uncontrollable comedic gift” She spoke sweetly, even if still taking the moment to flaunt to the other women, as she squeezed his shoulder compassionately.

“No no” Tom waved off her apology, attempting to rub his eye before Nelli swatted his arm away - a stern look for the risk of ruining all her hard work she’d put into making his face look half presentable. 

“I’m impressed you can sleep while they poke you with all these er instruments” Y/n added in, having only just realised Tom had been in a light sleep for god knows how long they’d been in that chair. It did seem a bit unlikely, being able to fall asleep as you were dabbed, prodded and brushed. 

“Maybe you should try though Y/n… your purple eye bags are proving a struggle even for me” Ellie quipped back, now it was Y/n’s turn to give the stern look. Tom took the explain though, shutting her off from whatever kindly meant insult she was about to throw back at her friend. 

“No normally never, I just….” He was cut off by an ear splitting yawn, appearing almost powerful enough to crack his jaw - which would be a disaster, for no one should ruin such a beautiful and sharp jaw line. “…uh-sorry. I just think I ended up taking my NyQuil and DayQuil the wrong way round in the madness of yesterday.” Only Tom, the poor kid often seemed to lacking in any form of common sense - even if those closest to him knew just how intellectual and passionate he could be about the right topic. Affectionately, Nelli scalded his idiocy by jokingly swatting his head with a little tut.

“I can’t believe your still standing then! I’m barely alive and I don’t have any sedatives in my system.” It was true, Y/n was at that stage where every part of her body felt ridiculously heavy… eyes included … eyes especially. 

“But I did sleep on the jet back while your stupid self was studying the script!” Tom replied with a pretty inarguable point - at the time he knew her actions were stupid;  when their flight took off at 11 PM he was certain that the most valuable asset to his ability to act in the reshoots today would be sleep - rather than character development. And he’d tried to convince Y/n that briefly, but gave up. She was bloody stubborn when she wanted to be. 

“Stop competing about who has it worse cos I think it’s me and Nell”Ellie announced - making Nelli agree empathically with her coworker, nodding her head as she looked first to Y/n in her chair then back at Tom.

“Yeh because we have to deal with your unusable faces!!”

After much sarcasm thrown back and fourth, the trailer slowly ebbed it’s way back into serenity and peace as both artists focused on their work. Once Nelli was done she excused herself, Tom staying in the chair in favour of studying (more like staring blankly) at the dialogue for this mornings scenes. His pretence didn’t last long though and while Ellie was busy adding the final touches of fake blood to the now almost completely believable gash that she’d crafted on Y/n’s arm - Y/n had her attention focused the opposite way.

At poor little Tom. He looked so childlike, his slightly puffy eyes looked as if they had weights tied to them - they way he was having fight against gravity to flutter his eyes open, before loosing the next second only for the process to repeat as they dragged downwards. The broad muscles of his neck occasionally seemed to occasionally let up a little, letting his head tilt slowly at first until it gathered enough momentum to throw him off balance. The then sudden movement of his head unconsciously pulling itself back in line caused his eyes to bolt open prior to the whole cycle repeating again. All Y/n wanted to do was let him lay down someone, her heart feeling a tug in her chest just seeing him like that. 

Ellie proclaimed her completion of the wound, leaning back to admire her work before looking to get an affirming nod from Y/n. Yet instead, she was too preoccupied gazing at the boy slouched across from them. “Someone seems a little distracted.” Ellie smirked, finally garnering Y/n’s attention, only feeling more and more smug watching a light tint appear on the actors cheeks. 

“I-well-no… we need to go.” Y/n ignored her words as though nothing had happened, instead rushing off the chair to get Tom out the chair and onto the awaiting set. They had places to be.

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Honestly when the director, Ed, called for lunch break, it was pretty apparent to be purely as a compassionate gesture to Y/n and Tom. Both of them had tried so hard this morning to fully commit, even so they’d both been almost completely useless. Y/n kept missing cues whilst all Tom’s actions and lines where slow, dragged out and at times completely prompted from someone behind the cameras. 

So when the lunch break was called there was only one thing on Y/n’s mind and what sandwich was available in the mess tent was not it. Still standing on the set next to her fake holdall bag she looked toward Tom, who was pulling himself up to standing from the train station bench - the pace of his movement making him look more like an old man. 

“You good?” His answer was predictable. 

“I’m so fucking shattered”

Tom swore he’d never heard anything sweeter come out of Y/n’s pink lips than her next statement.

“C’mon I know somewhere we can lie down.”

Without any sort of thought Tom blindly agreed, nodding as he took her outstretched hand in his. The gesture in itself brought a fresh wave of comfort to his aching limbs and as his feet stumbled to catchup with her slight head start he leant the majority of his weight into their connected hands. 

Neither would admit it but they were ‘a thing’… whatever the hell that meant. It was clear as day to everyone and anyone that worked closely to the two but neither of them had ever broached the topic with each other. They’d worked on a few films together over the years; each time they got closer and closer to the point any job without the other simply wasn’t as good. It was scary though, especially for two actors in the prime of their careers. If they weren’t working the same film they’d likely be the opposite side of the world to each other most of the time - quality time together would be few and far between, Really their jobs didn’t suit dating at all, yet it would be perhaps easier if one half of it worked a ‘normal’ job. Something with consistency, a regular structure. A level of dependability that neither Y/n nor Tom could offer to the other. 

So it was terrifying, acknowledging the growth in their magnetic attraction to each other. Both were acutely aware that doing that, confronting their feelings, would most likely signal the beginning of the end. 

Although none of this stoped Y/n from returning the gesture, tilting her shoulder into Tom’s left side as they took slow steps through and then out the set building. She steered the two past the hair and makeup trailer and round into a store and extra equipment trailer. Tom tilted his head as she climbed the stairs whilst beckoning for him to follow - it didn’t seem like the most obvious choice. Rolling her eyes, Y/n explained.

“It’s where all the blankets and coats and kept for the raining scenes plusssss no one will disturb us in here.” Again Tom was not in a position to disagree, eyes drooping as his shoulders sagged to the floor. Right now he’d take anything. 

So he climbed up the stairs and shut the door behind him, just as Y/n flipped the light on. She was right, it was well equipped and with an almost mountainous supply of red blankets that normally the crew and extra would all be wrapped up in after the freezing rain scenes with all the ‘waterfall machines’ as Y/n called them. However it was also um…. It was cosy. “Oh I don’t think I realised how small it was” She chuckled lightly, since now the door was closed her back was pressed up against the far wall of cabinets and still her front was mere millimetres from Tom.

“I…I don’t mind… if-if you don’t?”

“I’m too tired to care” She giggled in response, and Tom , now with her seal of approval, immediately started ransacking the piled shelves for all their worth creating a floor carpeted in the pale red of the blankets, in an attempt to make it more cosy. Joining in, it was almost remarkable how quickly their bodies suddenly agreed to move, with the new promise of rest mere moments away. 

Once the trailer was fully drowned, Tom kicked off his costume shoes and threw his jacket off - it haphazardly landing by the doorway. Y/n copied him, leaving her stood up whilst he had the advantaged of already settling down on the floor, her standing and looking down at him.

The space between the two opposing shelving units was not close spacious enough for two people to lie down whilst keeping a respectable level of personal space. Suddenly feeling a wave of awkwardness, Y/n stayed standing, wringing her hands slightly - whilst fairly certain Tom could hear her heart running at 100 mph. 

“You er… gonna stay there or?” Tom, contrary to popular belief, wasn’t a complete idiot - he could see she was suddenly self conscious. He got it too - they’d never crossed this boundary of choosing to cuddle into each other. It had happened once of twice accidentally over there 2 years of knowing each other. Both of those times it was completely accidental, falling asleep watching a movie with a safe distance of space b between the two, only to find hours later their bodies almost completely intwined. Tom would be lying if he said that his heart didnt skip a beat when he had awoken to Y/n’s soft and gently breath fanning into his neck. He’d loved it, but understood that was unconsciously breaking down part of the wall they’d both been the constructors of.

For fear of getting hurt. 

So now, as Y/n awkwardly bent down and lay on her side, he thought it was imperative to make her feel comfortable. Naturally then, his arm slid round her shoulders and pulled her down toward his chest, releasing a little breath as he felt her relax, her legs slowly wrapping round one of his. 

“This okay?” He murmured, now into the crown of her head as she lay half on her side half on his chest. In reply she nodded into him and Tom couldn’t help but grin- unbeknownst to him but Y/n was doing the exact same thing. 

The peace lasted all of 3 seconds until she groaned again.

“What?” Tom enquired as she wriggled out his hold and stood up. Instead of replying though she just leant over and flicked the one harsh light bulb off making Tom chuckle as she fumbled her way back onto the padded floor in the darkness, earning a few grunts from both as she accidentally kicked Tom’s thighs or banged her head on one of the now empty shelves. Fumbling her way back into a comfortable position, occasionally cursing when she stubbed her toe- or Tom did when she accidentally elbowed him in the ribs. 

“Comfy?” Tom asked a little sarkily as he squeezed her a little more into his side.

“Mhmmmm… I’m gonna sleep for 100 years”

“Yeh me… me too”

And with that they both almost instantly and in complete unison sagged into each other and the blankets - the pent up stress and tension of the past few days ebbing away.

What the pair had neglected to remember was that sleeping for 100 years wasn’t really an option. The whole crew of 50 people, who wanted to restart filming after 45 minutes, had not been told about Y/n’s little hiding place. The pair were so completely safe in their own little cocoon of comfort they were completely oblivious to their teams calling there names more and more frantically. Completely oblivious to the game of hide and seek the situation had descended into, completely oblivious to Harrys natural annoyance as the director asked him for the whereabouts of the two stars - as though Harry was childminder to the pair of them.

It was Nelli who found them first. She’d and Ellie and Tom’s manager had all been recruited by Harry as part of the man hunt. Both girls, having seen first hand the state of the two this morning, were fairly certain they’d both crashed out somewhere. So Nelli, already with a sneaking suspicion, opened the door gently, her figure blocking the majority of the light from seeping through to the dimly lit inside. The sight she was met with had her actually pouting at the cuteness - and yes its a cringey word but also the only one appropriate.

Between bedding down and barely an hour later the two had managed to become impossibly tighter pressed to each other. Y/n’s face was pressed into the crook of Tom’s neck and his arms seemed to have pulled her on-top of him almost completely. Her left leg was hooked under his right, which was then sandwiched by his left too. They both looked so pure and innocent and god did Nelli know they both needed any extra time they could get.

Nelli cared a lot about Tom, she’d been working with him from the beginning, from the child star days to now. She cared about him like her very annoying surrogate son and she wanted to see him looked after. She also so completely wanted the two stars to stop pining after each other. Because frankly it was getting a little frustrating for everyone else. 

So she chose to tactically forget about her discovery, sneaking a photo on the sly before silently pulling the door closed and leaving them to their sleep. 

[1ddiscourseoftheday]

Thurs 18 March ‘21

The Zayn/ Zach Sang interview is happening, for real this time (fingers crossed)! It’s scheduled for tomorrow!! Zach promises to ask lots of NIL questions. And I really believe it’ll happen this time, Zayn OUT THERE doing promo-- he did multiple radio spots yesterday and answered every question thrown his way however stupid, even throwing caution to the wind and taking on the one they’re all always trying to avoid (though not so far to the wind as to choose any of the other options each of which would be a scandal in a different way- you can take the boy out of the media training but...)- “I’ll tell you what,” he said, “Niall is my favorite. How about that? There you go. Niall makes the best music. Yeah I will say that he makes better music than me. Yeah, I’m a Niall fan." About the grammys he said, “It's nothing to do with my own personal gain because even if they nominated me at this stage, I wouldn't even go and accept the award because it doesn't mean anything to me.”

Zayn talked about how he just wanted to do a song with Ingrid, he didn’t know what, “I didn’t expect it to be anything less than great but it was better than that… it hit the nail on the head” and “the fact that it’s an important message in the song makes it better.” He also said that he listens to a lot of country music and would really like to collab with Chris Stapleton. OKAY! TBH I can hear how that makes sense- amazing, I am manifesting this, come on universe! He also said that he will have new music this year in an old school R&B style though and that he would like to do live shows after the pandemic!! If I didn’t think he was just saying things I would be LOSING MY MIND right now but omg WHAT IF?? He said Khai is an easy baby, a good sleeper and eater, that he likes singing to her, and that Gigi is a “wicked mom” and “a big help,” LMAO (RIP Zayn, strangled by his baby mama). RCA posted a couple more gorgeous new Zayn pics, and Ingrid raves about how Zayn’s fans are “the sweetest most supportive people” and she feels “like I’ve been hugged by a million stars today.” Am I to understand that it’s possible for stans to treat a woman working with their fave with kindness?? My mind is REELING!

Hopefully Harry has had enough time to process having achieved a great industry honor, because yesterday brought another- he was on Beyonce’s insta! She included a picture of the two of them talking backstage in her big grammys wrap up post (plus he’s visible behind her in a shot of her winning- say what you will about the orange jacket it’s great for visibility!) And Lil NasX, perfect as always, has something to say about Harry too- he says “stop using me as a bait against harry styles. I love harry, if y’all fw what I wear say it without mentioning him,” and posts a couple examples of the types of tweets he means such as “we have GOT to stop acting like Harry Styles is a male fashion icon when lil nas x is right there.” Stop pitting girls against each other2k21! Nas gets it, bless him. Oh yeah and an old pap video from DWD set of Harry going into Olivia’s trailer posted which I ignored because it was so completely uninteresting but apparently that’s a BIG DEAL to some people. My bad! You’re so right, the only reason someone would possibly go into a room with a coworker is obviously that they’re fucking! They probably had sex right there while the paps were outside! I mean there were a bunch of other people visibly in the trailer too but whatever. Oh and as long as we’re doing nonsense catch up- he was seen with a FEMALE in Malibu the other night omgggg they’re clearly dating. Oh but actually it might have been Mitch! LMAO, but that’s okay we can have discourse about how they’re obviously fucking anyway cause like… dinner! TOGETHER!! The scandal.

Anyway Louis has a message for us, can you guess what it is? Yes that’s right-- “Hope everyone's doing alright!!” No matter how many times he says it, I still love the hello, thanks love (even if it was an afterthought and he was actually there to follow a crypto currency trading account). A bunch of old videos of him were posted today, including one from 2019 where Louis says about acting in his music videos “I wasn’t acting it’s who I am hahahaha” (ahhhhh I miss that laugh) and he’s on the wall of a THIRD MUSEUM! Louis is Art pt lll-- A Doncaster history timeline at the local museum has a big entry for Doncaster’s finest export, labeled “Louis Tomlinson Achieves Super Stardom”! Earlier entries were his face (hung up high) in the National Portrait Gallery and the science museum employee who saw their chance and took it by crediting a mushroom joke to him, a deep Video Diaries reference in the year of 2019; whoever that unknown louie is I hope they are having a very nice day every day, what a hero.

And a photodump from Zayn’s favorite member of OT4! Labeled DUMP (charming thank you) Niall posts an assortment of selfies (that sunglasses one! Ashe agrees, commenting “photo number four thank you very much”) and aesthetic pics and one tiny snippet of a piano tune, and speaking of photodumps from favorites of Zayn’s, a BUNCH of outtakes from Liam’s Grinder Tetu photoshoot just got posted and if I were a gay man I’m pretty sure I would have just had a heart attack, view with care they should probably be PG13.

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Tom warns Harrison about the reader on whom he has a crush but Harrison falls in love with her anyway and gets his heart broken ?

This is like such a sad scenario to think about but damn do I love mean girls. This was so fun to write, I hope you like it! Thank you for the request darling, love u xx

Blurb night continues until tonight at midnight!

Heartbreaker

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Warnings: Angst, rejection, crying

Summary: Harrison fails to heed the warnings of his best friend

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“I know you’re into her, but trust me Haz, she’s bad news.”

Harrison knit his brow in confusion, “I thought you liked her.”

“I do, she’s my friend and she’s an amazing actress, but she isn’t someone you should date. She isn’t into commitment.”

“Or maybe she just isn’t into you,” he snapped back, “If she rejected you that’s got nothing to do with me.”

Tom rolled his eyes, “Oh come on Haz, grow up. This isn’t some petty jealousy thing, I don’t want to see you get hurt. I mean you two have been hooking up for what? A month? Don’t you think she would have at least hinted at wanting something more if that was her intention here?”

“I’m not going to. I know what I’m doing Tom, I don’t need your help with girls.”

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“Oh, what a pleasant surprise,” (y/n) smirked when she spotted Harrison in her trailer, “You aren’t scheduled to shoot today, which means you can only be here for one thing…” she teased, dragging a finger over his collar bone.

“Well yes, that,” he chuckled as his large hand encompassed hers, “But I had some things to talk to you about first.”

“Oh, okay,” she took a seat and clasped her hands in her lap, “What’s on your mind pretty boy?”

“Well, we’ve been doing this for awhile now, and as fun as this is,” he motioned between them, “I was thinking maybe we could make it a little more serious.”

She frowned, “What do you mean?”

“I-I don’t know, I thought maybe we could go on a date or something.”

And uncomfortable silence filled the room. Harrison waited for an answer with baited breath while she just pursed her lips.

“I think you should go.”

“What?”

“You should go,” she repeated as she stood, “Look it was stupid to start doing this at all, we’re just coworkers.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you. It’s okay if you don’t want something more I ju-”

“I told you to leave,” she crossed her arms and paced to the door, motioning for him to exit, “Now.”

He blushed and moved towards the door hesitantly, “(y/n) I-”

The door was slammed in his face before he could get out another word, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

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“Haz?” Tom raised a brow at the boy on the couch, “What happened?”

Harrison was visibly upset, eyes red and puffy and a beer in hand, “I talked to (y/n).”

“Oh,” Tom took a seat on the couch beside him, “I’m sorry, I know you really liked her.”

“She wouldn’t even talk to me. I said I wanted to go on a date and she just kicked me out,” he took another swig of his beer before checking his phone, “Oh, and she still hasn’t answered my texts, or my calls.”

“I’m sorry,” he repeated.

“Yeah yeah, I know, you warned me,” he inhaled sharply as his eyes began to burn once again, “I should have listened, blah blah blah.”

“I’m not gonna say that,” Tom set a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it gently, “I’m just sorry. She’s missing out alright?”

“Yeah,” he sighed and wiped away the tears forming in his eyes, “Her loss.”

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Startstruck - cth

part five: all night long  part one || part two || part three || part four

summary: calum visits his superstar on the set of her new project and learns a thing or two about jealousy.

author’s notes: back with starstruck! i love this series and everytime i get to write about these dorks i get so happy. i hope you guys enjoy!

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Calum knew that dating a movie star wasn't going to be sunshine and butterflies every day. He knew there would be times where they barely had time for a five-minute conversation or to even send a good morning text. He understood that there would be times they wouldn't see each other for months on end while he was on tour or while she was away filming. But they were both adults who loved one another and they were willing to work through all of that to be together.  

Calum didn't realize how much her on-screen love interest would bother him. 

He was sure that she'd mentioned it to him before in passing, how her latest project was a romance movie and she'd been excited to venture out of the action movies for once. He hadn't been too worried about it, she was an amazing actor and even if that meant she would be gone for another couple of months, Calum had plans to visit her on set and spend a couple of days with her before flying back to finish recording the latest album the band had been working on. 

He’d spent the first part of his day on set writing in his journal while she was getting ready in the makeup trailer. Her dressing room had been a comfort, a place Calum could hide away in while she filmed scenes that Calum wasn’t allowed to be on set for. He’d spent those hours writing or talking with his mom, sometimes he’d even doze off for a short nap before the door would open and he was met with the sight of his girlfriend in another beautiful dress and her trusty water bottle in hand. During one of her breaks, where she’d walked in on Calum humming a soft tune she hadn’t heard before, her camera going off brought Calum’s eyes up to her where his smirk said more than words ever could. 

“You’re looking rather dashing, darling,” Calum said in the best posh accent he could muster up, a wink sent her way, “What do I owe the pleasure of this visit to?

“Oh please,” she laughed, smacking his chest playfully as she sat down next to him on the small couch, “I had a break before the big dancing scene and I came to see if you wanted to watch.”

“Oh I always want to watch you, should know that by now.” 

“Ugh, you’re a flirt, you know that?”

Calum loved whenever he got to visit his superstar on set. He'd always loved watching her movies and being able to see how the magic on screen was made was like a dream come true for him. He loved standing in the shadows and watching her shine bright through stunts and action scenes. But with a romance movie, Calum couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy run through him as he saw her dressed to the nines in old period clothing dancing with a man he had no interest in seeing dance with his girlfriend. 

"Calum, I want you to meet my costar," she'd said happily, her cheeks flushed from the latest dancing scene they'd finished filming. 

"Nice to finally meet the man who's got her head over heels! She hasn't stopped talking about you ever since filming has started," the man chuckled as he reached a hand out for Calum to shake. 

"All good things, I hope," Calum mumbled as he took his hand and gave it a shake, "It's nice to meet you too." 

Calum saw the look that his superstar gave him, the tiny glance that meant she'd caught on to his sudden change of attitude. Usually, Calum was cool-headed and nothing really bothered him but seeing the woman he loved dressed in a beautiful dress dancing away the fake night with someone who wasn't him struck a nerve. He knew that she didn't have any feelings for him, knew that they were just coworkers at best and the dancing and flirting were just on-screen. And yet, Calum figured out that the pit in his stomach that had been growing all day was jealousy. 

"I'm done filming for the day, Cal, want to go with me to my dressing room?" she asked, bringing Calum out of his thoughts and back into whatever conversation they'd all been in, "Then we can head back to the hotel." 

"Yeah, that's fine. Nice to meet you," he told her costar before following behind his superstar who was walking a few steps ahead of him. 

Walking into the dressing room, which was more like a small walk-in closet where Calum had been hiding in for most of the day while he did some work, Calum had expected her to be upset or disappointed in him. He hadn't been the most polite and he knew that he'd messed up being so short and distant with them today. What Calum hadn't expected was her lips on his the second that her door had closed and they were alone. His hands were on the waist of the dress she was wearing, a soft groan leaving him when the scratchy fabric rubbed against his palms. 

"You know, for someone who claims to be a great dancer, you've never taken me out dancing," she whispered as she pulled away from his lips for a second, "Might need to change that, can't have other men take me ballroom dancing before my own lover." 

Calum chuckled as he pulled her closer to his body, the pit in his stomach disappearing as his lips met hers again. No matter how many times Calum had gotten lost in his head and lost in the what-ifs of the world, his superstar was always there to bring him out of the fog and show him that she loved him just as much as he did her. She could notice from a  small change of body language that Calum had gotten too far in his head and knew the way out. 

"Don't know the first thing about ballroom dancing," he admitted, his cheeks flushing as he rested one hand on her waist while the other found a spot between her shoulder blades, "But this pretty dress and your love could teach me anything, don't you think?"

There could have been a full-blown orchestra playing for them to dance and all Calum would be focused on was how her laugh was the perfect song. Maybe Calum had been childish for feeling jealous for even just a second. For thinking that there was a connection between her and the man who'd she had danced with today. But as she and Calum danced around the small dressing room, Calum counting a constant one two three in his head, nothing else mattered. The tune from earlier in the day, one he’d been trying to fit into a new song, was hummed into her ear as they swayed together in the small and frankly cramped dressing room. But as long as he had her by his side, Calum would dance all night long. 

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Ok! ONE more actor AU post, then I’ll start switching Aito’s quirk <3

(if you have any recommendations for that btw, send an ask lol)

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[We need to get this out for next week’s issue. Ichiro’s working on the visuals, you guys make the transcript look nice.]

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[You got it]

Hello! I’m Kiyoshi Ono, joined here today by none other than Shishio Ramos! Actor in the new series Kimi no Hīrō Akademia!

Hi! [awe! This kid is so sweet] [He’s barely said anything yet] [hush!]

Hi there Ramos! Could you tell us what this new series is going to be about, and who you’re playing?

Oh yeah! Totally! Well- pretty much it’s a highschool for super powered kids, where[nice][Nice!][?][look at the word count!][juveniles]they each can show off their special abilities and train to become pro heroes! Pro being taken literally there- they’re training to become professional heroes! It’s a really fun thing. Ah- and my character is Aito Takao! Takao’s a silly sort of character- kinda like a villain but she’s on the hero’s side in the end. She’s comic relief for when things get too heavy- mostly because she doesn’t care about what’s making everyone else all bummed out [laughter] yeah- she’s a really narcissistic character- but she’s funny so it’s ok.

Yes, my daughter read the manga that inspired Kimi no Hīrō Akademia, and she says that you guys are making a lot of changes- specifically to Takao?

Oh- yeah [laughter] we’re making a couple changes. Takao’s gonna have the same personality and stuff- don’t worry fans- but… you know, we’ll be adjusting a couple things to make Takao an easier role for me to play. He’ll be going by she/him pronouns for one-

She/Him pronouns?

-yeah! Takao’s gonna be genderfluid! For those who don’t know, there’s a ton of different ways to be genderfluid, but the way that I’m gonna portray Takao as- you know, the way I am- pretty much he’s gonna be kinda a little mix of boy and girl? Ah- it’s kinda hard to explain without getting into a lot of different topics, but- pretty much what the audience has to know is that you could refer to Takao with both he/him and she/her pronouns, and his uniform is gonna be both slacks and a skirt! [Ahhh! I just adore Ramos <333] [he’s just explaining gender presentation?][I KNOW!!!]

Alright, good to know! Anything else you think the fans would like to know about changes?

Yes actually! So- in the manga, both Takao’s parents are like, super dead [laughter] but! The writers thought it would be more fun to [nice] [juvenile][JUVENILE!!!] keep Takao’s mother alive, and be kinda ambiguous with his dad. I won’t go too much into it- but I think new and returning fans of the series are really gonna like it!

Perfect! Now, let’s talk more about you

Oh boy-

[laughter] Don’t worry Ramos- I just wanna learn a bit more about behind the scenes stuff. You’re just coming off Good Morning Nakamuras!, how would you describe the transition between Hanta Kobayashi and Aito Takao?

oh lord- [laughter] yeah yeah- there’s a lot of difference between the two. You can see it really prominently in the writing. Good Morning Nakamuras! was a family sitcom, so it was a lot of ‘someone says something’ ‘someone else says something’ ‘Hanta says something either funny or dumb’ and then a laugh track. Sometimes someone else would come after Hanta to carry the joke, but usually it was just that. [awe… I’m gonna miss Good Morning Nakamuras!] [same here, it was my mom’s favorite!] But with Takao, it’s a much faster pace. It’s just ‘someone says something’ and then immediately ‘Takao says something funny or dumb’ and then immediately back to ‘someone else says something’ and then ‘Takao says something funny or dumb.’ I-I don’t know if I’m explaining it well- it’s just that Takao talks all the time and always has something new or witty to say. He’s just a chatter box without a filter and- that’s kinda fun to do- I always get the final word and it’s always gonna get a laugh, you know? [have you guys seen the trailer yet?] [no, but my niece has! She’s really excited to see the premiere!!] [i have. it looks weird, but my brother is excited for it. his favorite is the blonde one i think]

There’s also the problem with the stunts, you know? Like- the worst of it on Nakamuras! was just the parts where I had to jump the fence, and even then it was just every couple of episodes. On KNHA I have to do all these cool fighting moves- and not to mention how deranged Takao is just… naturally [laughter] he’s just a very energetic guy with a fondness for climbing things- and people! Like you have no clue how tall someone is until your boss points at them and is like “hey, go climb them.” And you have to do it! The pro tip I’m gonna give people-climbers: it’s all in the legs [laughter] you just have to get your legs around them and pray that you don’t look as stupid as you feel. God- the worst part is when you’re climbing someone who's the same height as you! Hiroharu’s actor is about my height, and I have to climb him all the damn time. It feels like you’re gonna crush them, you know? Like you just have to be as light as possible and hope and pray that they can support you. And- and I know that he can, you know? Like me and him have the same personal trainer, and Kyo-San doesn’t do “easy” [laughter] I know that he can hold me, there’s just always that fear you know?

Oh definitely- and speaking of Hiroharu’s actor, we know you’re on the lower end of the age spectrum, do you think that affects how you all work together?

Oh no, definitely not! Yeah I’m younger than a lot of my coworkers, but not by much- 19, 20 in June. I mean I’m glad that I’m so young! Like I said- Hiroharu’s actor is about my height, and I’m like 173, and… you know… Hiroharu’s actor is over 21 I think- he sometimes offers to get drinks with us, so he’s definitely 21 and up- and I hear people stop growing after 18…

What? [laughter] What are your tying to say?

Oh my god wait- wait you can’t leave that in! I work with that guy! I can’t call him short in an interview before the show actually starts- ohh no! Oh god!

The average man’s height is 175!

Oh- ah I’m sure- I’m sure that-that’s true- oh my god-

I’m 174!

Oh my god we can’t leave this in! [laughter] oh my god- I’m sorry I just- I come from a tall family so sometimes I forget that- that you know people- oh my god we have to cut this out [laughter] [make sure to remove this bit] [awe! But it’s funny!!] [we’ll literally be sued if we don’t] [you two are no fun :(]

But yeah, age doesn’t really get in the way of things. We’re all good friends on set- especially Hoshizawa’s actor! Him and Shimoda-san are really cool guys, I love hanging out with them!

Shimoda-san? As in Kosuke Shimoda?

Yes! Shimoda-san plays Ikuto Maekawa, and since our characters are such great friends, I’d like to think we are as well! He’s a real fun guy, and I’m excited to work with such a huge talent- everyone- everyone there is so talented and I’m so lucky to be there.

Ah, speaking of talent. While a large portion of the cast is hidden, we have seen some familiar faces in the trailer. We’ve also seen some familiar faces on social media…

Oh my god-

[laughter] you never publicly addressed it, Ramos! Do you want to talk about your fight with Bryce Aoki?

Oh lord… [laughter] everyone’s so dramatic- so it wasn’t a fight- it’s just- ok so we had a little scene together where I would push him out of frame, but he wanted to still be seen and I was fine with that. Choreography is very important to me, so we had a passionate discussion-

Passionate discussion that ended with Aoki getting a black eye?

That- [laughter] that was an accident! I was- so we were practicing by the makeup desks- bad decision I know, but- stop looking at me like that! [laughter] It was just- we’re standing like we would in the scene, and I go to shove him- and- and I’m aiming for his head but- but maybe I accidentally hit his eye - and he absolutely wipes out, like this kid’s on the ground and I’m like “holy sh*t I just punched a kid” you know? [laughter] [she’s like, barely a year older than him…] but! Bryce is a sweetheart, and luckily he’s alright-

He got a black eye! He posted about it!

Oh he! He’s just a bit dramatic! He’s an actor though, it’s our jobs to be a bit looney [laughter]

Alright then, it seems we've run out of time for tonight. Anything you want to say?

Yes! I want to wish everyone a lovely evening! Thank you for the support! -And make sure to watch Kimi No Hīrō Akademia when it comes out this summer!

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how was the superbad livestream? i missed it bc i was in class :(

It was actually really fun!! I’m sorry you missed it but yeah, for me it was worth staying up til 3:30 in the morning. Surely not me getting butterflies about being in the same weird virtual space as Hader at the same time... surely not... 👀

So, Bill was either far away from his computer or didn’t have a good mic because he was way more quiet-spoken than everyone else. This might have just been because he’s a relatively subdued guy anyway, but when Apatow was making everyone’s introductions Bill just waved, and I think Seth Rogen was like “we’re gonna have to be more enthusiastic than this” and Bill said that he was doing the stream while sitting at a table with some people eating dinner lmfao. He was probably waiting to put his kids to bed or something 🥺

THRILLED TO BE HERE

You couldn’t really hear the movie but that was ok because it wasn’t the point, it was nice to just hear a group of friends reminisce about the movie-making process. Bill would occasionally try to interject something but there were so many people talking at once, and fucking Jonah Hill kept barging right over everybody so most of my time was spent wistfully gazing at Billiam’s little square and hoping he’d speak up. But he’s just... not a pushy dude, so he’d acquiesce.

HE DID LAUGH A LOT THOUGH!!! every time he’d lean back and start cackling and clapping an angel (aka my heart) got its wings (aka flew right out of my body via my coochie)

Look at him go :’) that top left one is when he snorted and tried to cover it up :’))) [wind beneath my wings plays faintly in the distance]

A few times he did manage to speak up though, and it was great. He talked a lot about how he and Rogen would just endlessly tease Christopher Mintz-Plasse, because he was 17 and it was his first film and he had to do schoolwork and have his mom on set etc. Like, they pranked him a lot on the promo circuit too, that was funny, they told him to ask some PR assistant lady for drugs while they were at an event, convinced him some movie I can’t remember was based on a real thing, told him to say random lines that wound up in the final cut, things like that.

He talked about how he couldn’t get through the scene where he and Rogen walk in on McLovin having sex without breaking, and kept laughing through telling it too fjkshfkdhf. ALSO that he’d never worked with someone who was so new but so confident, because he is INCAPABLE OF NOT PRAISING HIS COWORKERS AT ALL TIMES ugh... humble king... cock

OH he kept doing impressions too!! He’d tell stories and slip into a Rogen or Mintz-Plasse or Apatow impression like it was nothing, everyone would laugh, and every time people laughed he got this pleased little look 😔 never wanted to suck a dick so bad in my life never I swear et cetera et cetera

Anyway, Emma Stone was the real MVP bc she was always the one who was actually listening when Bill tried to say something, and Bill said that the first, last, and only time he’d actually seen Superbad is when he went to some opening night with Emma Stone and her mom??? So that was already adorable but he also kept on talking about the technical stuff, praising the editing etc. As if I wasn’t whining like a desperate dog enough he had to go and be a film nerd live through my headphones

ARM.......... SMILEY MAN.... DID HE EVEN BRUSH HIS HAIR FOR THIS??? I like him so much what the fuck

Finally, the thing that made me tenderest of all was when... ok they were talking about how there was a trailer with a kind of small home cinema set-up to screen the dailies? And someone, I think it was Seth Rogen, asked Judd Apatow AND BILL if that was common practice, like asking him showrunner/director-specific questions, and it really drove home the fact that this movie was 14 years ago and he’s managed to do so much since then. He’s become a director like he always wanted to, on Barry, got all these accolades for his work and yet he’s still just this quiet dude snort-laughing at his friends and clearly exhausted because it’s past his 9pm bedtime. Don’t look at me

So yeah, it was very chill and they barely bothered to read out any of the audience-submitted questions which was probably a good thing because any more exposure to his stupid 5 o’clock shadow and soft quarantine bod and I would have been sending propositions

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1-25 all evens for the new ask game

Oh you........the amount of love I have for you...... I'll skip 6 since I already answered it tho :o

2) what work of yours, if any, are you the most embarrassed about existing?

The best part is...I DELETED IT >:) It from when I was in high school and wrote this Eragon story that was a complete nightmare...in the sense that the canon characters were borderline OOC. It's been a good while since then, who knows if I will ever update the doc I have for it. I am afraid of opening Pandora's Box with that one.

4) favorite character you’ve written

hmmm....I think it would have to be Violet because she was the first character I wrote and made content for after my 4 year hiatus. I was aware of the OC community back in the day but had no means to make manips or publish it until I got a new laptop. Pixelmator was the first software I used until I eventually got Photoshop from school, in which I eventually bought the monthly subscription to it TT_TT. I binged Umbrella Academy when it first came out and I remember writing the first couple of chapters during lectures and it brought back this nostalgic feeling I had when wrote back in high school because I finally had the means to publish again. That's why Violet is so precious to me.

8) favorite genre to write

Definitely something on the fantasy, sci-fi, romance angle. Action is definitely hard for me because I feel that writing those scenes are a hit or miss; it has to flow naturally and not read so choppy. Still learning on angst because I need to better understand the term in order to portray it properly.

10) write in silence or with background noise? with people or alone?

A little bit of both? I HAVE to listen to instrumentals if I write with music because lyrics distract me and I end up pausing the damn song to write in silence. Instrumentals help me build the mood and just inspire me overall. I tend to listen to soundtracks from whatever fandom I'm writing for or just typical trailer music. If it's a song that serves as an inspiration for the story, then I tend to leave it on repeat (i.e. All I Want by The Offspring or Confusion and Frustration in Modern Times by Sum 41 for Divided We Stand).

DEFINITELY ALONE. I can't stand people looking at me when I'm typing. I tend to type really fast and loud and there was this one time my coworker came over to where I was writing and started reading out loud what I was typing. They kind of made a comment that struck me and I got self-conscious as a result.

12) your weaknesses as an author

I never update and keep coming up with too many stories/characters. I write one chapter and move on to the next obsession, depending on my muse. I am horribly inconsistent and I have a lot of docs that are like 80% done that need to be updated/published, but because I am drained and never confident in my writing. 

14) do you make playlists for your current wips?

Not really? Maybe I’ll find a song or two that fits the story (the pairing’s song and just a random song that matches the aesthetic. See Q10 for a better response hahaha). 

16) are there any characters who haunt you?

I’ll give two instances:

A character who haunts me for the way I wrote them: Definitely my Eragon OC: Illisimé. This was when I didn’t know how to write a well written character, and she was a complete Mary Sue and OOC for someone in the setting. I have updated her considerably since, so I think she’s a little more tame now. Hopefully I can come back to her because she is my first precious baby. 

A character who haunts me because of the story I have planned for them: Daphne McConnell, my IT OC, because of the story and canon mature themes. If you have read or seen the movies/tv series, you know exactly what themes I’m talking about. If not, don’t worry about it! One of the themes that Daphne will experience is something I’m trying to find the courage to undertake. 

18) were there any works you read that affected you so much that it influenced your writing style? what were they?

A couple people actually (please click on their underlined names to check out their FF profiles): 

My Weeb Besties: Ashley influenced me that slow burn isn’t boring/tedious and that it’s sometimes needed for events to play out perfectly. You want the story to get to certain events naturally so the end reward is well worth the wait. Kim influenced me in a way that description and putting effort in how a character is portrayed makes for interesting writing. Taking time to do accents, description that paints a picture in your mind, etc. Nikki influenced me that it’s fine to be adventurous with your writing and there shouldn’t be any shame in indulging in your kinks. Smut and well written stories/one-shots can go hand in hand together. 

20) do you write in long sit-down sessions or in little spurts?

Before my hiatus, I used to just sit and write for hours on end. I could get a chapter out within a day or two. Since I came back, it’s been increasingly difficult to just stay focused and not over think it, hence why I now write in spurts. 

22) are there any subjects that make you uncomfortable to write?

For the sake of my followers, I won’t mention it here, but there certainly are some subjects in which I will be “NOPE” to. 

24) have you ever become an expert on something you previously knew nothing about, in order to better a scene or a story?

Maybe some medical related things. I come from a family of medical workers, I trained in some areas in caring for my grandma, and even went to LVN school so I know how some procedures go. I haven’t written these topics yet, but at least I have a good knowledge of how it will be 

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Mrs. Styles - Honeybee Extra

A/N: I would like to let you all know that I don’t know what happened here. I started writing at the beginning of my shift and I just didn’t stop and then bam, this happened? I have links to the outfit and other things mentioned in the fic below. I hope you enjoy the visual trip and the journey of this fic as it is a whirlwind ride. Please let me know if you enjoy this and please tell Harry to stop trying to kill me if you see him, kay? I love you all and I’m here if you need to talk!

Rental House | Outfit |

Word Count: 3k+ 

Warnings: Daddy kink, impreg!kink, roleplay

November 2020

The second the photos broke, I lost it. 

Harry wearing a wedding ring on the set of his new film sent me reeling in a pit of lust and wanting unlike any other. I spent my entire afternoon clenching my thighs together and avoiding small talk with coworkers. I was meant to fly out on Friday afternoon to visit him for the weekend, but I was struggling to hold it together. The wedding band on his finger was taunting me from two thousand miles away and I was caving. Anna had no problem with me disappearing a little early, so long as I had my laptop with me and my articles submitted. 

My flight was switched for Thursday morning instead of Friday evening as originally planned. I had to jump through some hoops to ensure no one actually saw me entering JFK or leaving LAX. Having pap photos taken of me would certainly ruin my surprise. I spent too much time hatching my plan for a group of sleazy men with camera’s to ruin it. 

“Why are you dressed like that?” Harry rubbed at his eyes, his voice scratchy and his brain groggy due to the early hour. “You look like you’re going on a run.”

“I’m doing a bunch of errands for Anna today, so I decided to dress casual.” I shrugged, shifting around in my private lounge seat at the airport. “I’m waiting for a friend of hers to get off their flight before I take them into the office.”

“Thought you were hopping on your flight a little early to surprise me.” He pouted, his eyes shining under the dim lighting. “Made my heart race a little.”

“I wish I could, darling.” I said softly. “I miss you so much already and it’s barely been two weeks.”

“I know, it sucks.” He inhaled sharply, shaking his head. “Only one more sleep and then we’ll be together for the weekend.”

“I can’t wait, squid.” I said softly. “I’ll talk to you later today, okay? Don’t be upset if I can’t answer a text or anything, I’ll be so busy with Anna’s errands-”

“S’alright, honey.” He gave me a reassuring smile. “I’ll be on set so I might not be able to text as often either.”

“Alright.” I said. “I love you.”

“I love you.” He blew a kiss to the camera and I caught it, pressing my fingers to my cheek with a soft giggle. “Have a great day, honey.”

“You too, squid.”

After I hung up with Harry, I jumped into planning mode. 

I already had the address to the rental house and a copy of the key. Harry had sent it to me the moment he got one himself just in case I ever wanted to come visit. We both knew that flight times and his filming schedule might not line up perfectly, so it didn’t hurt to have a key just in case I had to drive from LAX to Palm Springs on my own. I planned on stopping at the Malibu house to steal Roxanne from the garage. It would take me two hours and a half hours to get from Malibu to Palm Springs once I finally started my solo road trip. 

As I switched over to a calming playlist that Harry made for me on my birthday, I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths. 

I knew that it would be a fun trip, but I could only hope that Harry really liked his surprise. 

                                         ****************************

The sun was beating down on my bare legs as I leaned against Roxanne. 

I anxiously twirled the set of keys around my perfectly painted fingernails. I picked one of the most infamous shades from the 1950’s to match my hair, makeup, and outfit. I rubbed my painted lips together nervously, taking a shuddery breath as I watched the gate of the production set carefully. I thought that it was going to open four times before, but no one had stumbled off set yet. 

They were all set to do a two hour lunch break today and that gave me plenty of time to do what I wanted with Harry back in his rental home. I spent most of my time getting ready there, following several tutorials on vintage hair and makeup before I dressed in my adorable outfit. It was something I saw on a show about a female comedian in the fifties. I adored her style throughout the whole show, but I really loved this outfit on me. 

It was a pair of black and white check shorts with a matching, three quarter sleeve blazer. I went through Harry’s closet, in search of his ivory silk shirt that I’d seen him wear in a pap photo years ago, to add a little special touch to the outfit. It had his last name stitched on the pocket to compliment the fake wedding ring I’d slipped on my finger. 

That was the part I was nervous about. 

I didn’t want him to think that I was insane for finding a piece of costume jewelry to match his own fake wedding ring. I got the idea on the flight over from New York, my mind racing with ideas and scenarios to play out. I ultimately decided that if he could torture me with a wedding ring, then I could torture him with one. 

The gate finally opened as I started to contemplate picking my nails, a loud screeching sound pulling me from my thoughts as I gripped the keys to the benz in my hand tightly.

Florence was the first out, and while I was delighted to meet the girl who was spending so much time with my boyfriend, I didn’t care to meet her just yet. I watched her turn back, letting out a charming giggle as my boyfriend followed suite behind her. Olivia Wilde was next, a bag on her shoulder and a wide smile on her face. A few other familiar faces trailed out after Harry, and suddenly, my nerves had skyrocketed. A lot of famous people were about to see me in a classic fifties get up with a car scarf around my curls and my legs exposed. 

My nerves were soothed for just a moment as I looked at Harry’s freshly cut hair, slicked back in a style that I thought I would hate on him. As per usual, he looked like a daydream. My breath caught in my throat when he looked over at me, his eyes growing wide and a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. Florence caught on to his line of sight, following his gaze until her eyes landed on me. I gave him a quick wave as everyone else turned to look at me and I felt my face grow hot. He pressed a quick kiss to Olivia’s cheek and then Florence’s before jogging my way. 

“What the hell is all this?” He gripped my elbow gently, leaning down to press his lips to mine with a wide smile. “Beatrice, you look so good.”

“I know.” I hummed against his lips, brushing my fingers over his cheek. “Hi.”

“Hiya, honey.” He cooed, wrapping his arms around me. “Fuck me, you’re gorgeous.”

“I thought I’d do a little something to surprise you.” I wrapped my arms around his neck, tossing my head back when he pulled the scarf from my head. “Harry!” 

“You did your hair and makeup, too?” He kissed my cheek. “Come on, I want you to meet Olivia and Florence. They’re going to love this.”

“I don’t want her to think I’m mocking her movie.” I glanced down at Harry, causing him to frown slightly. “I did it because I knew you would love it and I had a lot of fun dressing up, but I don’t want to offend her.”

“You won’t.” He reassured me. “She’ll probably make you an extra.”

“Shut up.” I rolled my eyes as he pouted. “Fine, I’ll go over there.”

“Thank you.” He set me down, grabbing my hand before tugging me along. 

“Olivia, Florence,” Harry glanced back at me with a giddy grin. “This is my girlfriend, Beatrice.”

“Hello,” I stuck my hand out between us and they both went for a shake. “It’s really nice to meet y’all.”

“You too.” Florence beamed back at me with a smile that was almost as bright as the sun. “I just want to thank you for letting me borrow your boyfriend. He’s such a lovely person and a dream to work with.”

“Try baking with him, you’ll change your mind.” I squeezed Harry’s hand, letting out a soft chuckle. “He’s like a toddler when he gets in the kitchen.”

“I can’t imagine him in an apron.” Olivia laughed. “We have to see that.”

“I have pictures, I’ll make sure to give him a framed one for his trailer.” I pressed my lips together as Harry squeaked out. 

“Alright, I didn’t think you’d all gang up on me.” He said playfully. “I wanted to show you off and here you are, teasing me for baking.”

“I’m teasing you because you steal the batter on a spoon, not because you’re baking. I love baking with you.” I bumped my hip into his, smiling up at him. “But I’ve got to keep you grounded, don’t I? Your head will inflate and I’ll have to tie a cinder block to your foot to keep you from floating off.” 

“Haha, you’re so funny.” He scrunched his nose up and I tossed my head back, letting out a loud laugh. “Anyways, what do you think of her outfit?”

“Oh, Harry, don’t-”

“It looks great, actually.” Olivia said. “Did I see that on the set of the Marvelous Mrs. Masiel?” 

“Yeah, you did.” I nodded. “I love that show and all of her outfits so much.”

“It looks adorable on you.” Florence said. “You work for Vogue, don’t you?” 

“Yeah.” I nodded. “I did a piece with one of your Little Women co-stars not too long ago, actually.”

“I thought you seemed familiar.” She exclaimed. “You came on set one day, didn’t you?”

“I did.” I nodded. “It was an honest to god, out of body experience for me. I loved Little Women so much as a girl. I seriously wanted to change my name to Josephine after reading it.”

“And then the film was so bloody amazing!” Florence exclaimed. “Harry, why have you kept her away from us for so long?”

“S’not my fault she has a job.” He rolled his eyes, chortling playfully. “I tried to convince her that being a housewife was much more fun, but I think she read the script and decided against it.”

“Yeah, I sure did.” I laughed softly alongside Olivia and Florence. “We should do dinner or something this weekend. I don’t know if you all have plans, but Harry’s rental house has a table that seats like, eight people.”

“That sounds wonderful.” Olivia said. “Just let us know the details and I’ll pass it along to the other main actors.”

“Sounds great.” Harry said. “Well, I’m going to steal my girl away if you don’t mind. I’ll see you in two hours?”

“See you then, Harry.” Florence waved before she took off in the direction of her car. “Bye, Beatrice!”

“Bye, Florence.” I waved back at her with a giggle before turning to Olivia. “It was really lovely to meet you. I’ll make sure to get him back in time.”

“Thank you.” She laughed. “Have a great lunch, you two.” 

“Thanks.” Harry and I said at the same time. 

When Olivia was gone, Harry looked down at me with a smirk. 

“Do I get to fuck you now?” He asked, his dimple popping out. 

“It depends.” I said slowly. “Would you, by chance, like to partake in a little role play?”

“It depends.” He said back. “What do you have in mind?”

I walked forward, smoothing my hands over his t-shirt covered chest. I pressed up on my toes, bringing my lips as close to his ears as I could get them. 

“Do you still have your wedding ring from set?”

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“Honey!” I heard Harry’s voice from where I was lounging on the sofa, a magazine draped over my thighs. “I’m home.”

I smiled, flipping through my magazine without actually paying attention to it. 

I heard Harry’s footsteps moments later, his dress shoes tapping along the concrete floor of the house. I tilted my head up when he moved in front of me, his eyes trailing over my body. 

“You look comfortable.” He said, reaching for my magazine with two fingers. “You didn’t answer when I called out for you.”

“Sorry, darling,” I hummed out when he pressed his lips to mine. “I was invested in an article.”

“You and your articles.” He breathed against my lips. “It’s been ages since I’ve seen you. Are you just going to sit there?”

“I was planning on it, sweet pea.” I brushed my thumb over his bottom lip. “I’m relaxing my feet.”

“Now, I’ve been gone on business for six days, honey. I would like the chance to properly greet my beautiful wife.” He smirked, setting his briefcase to the coffee table behind him. 

“Mr. Styles,” I twisted my legs off the couch, standing up between the furniture and Harry. “I don’t know what you’re insinuating, but I’ve got far too much to get done today. I’ve still got grocery shopping to do and well, I have to call your Mother.”

“I have a better plan, doll.” He roughly gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my sides harshly as he yanked me against his chest. “How about we sneak off for a little afternoon delight?” 

“Harry Styles, I don’t think so.” I mocked offense, swatting his shoulder. “I’m far too busy.”

“Make time for your husband, honey.” He cooed, brushing his knuckles against my cheek gently before he gripped my chin. “Make love with your husband.” 

“Mr. Styles, you do drive a hard bargain.” I whispered, my breath catching in my throat as our eyes connected in a lustful gaze. “I do have something I’ve been wanting to show you.”

“Mrs. Styles, what have you been up to while daddy’s been away?” He hummed out as his lips brushed against my red painted lips. “Have you been naughty?” 

“No,” I smirked. “I’ve been an angel.”

“Prove it.” He whispered moments before our lips collided. 

He kissed me just like they did in the old movies, his body wrapping around mine. I moaned against him when I felt his tongue slip over my own, giving me a taste of what I had been craving for two weeks now. I let out a giggle and then a squeak of surprise when I felt his hands under my bum, lifting me up into his arms. I wrapped my legs around him, holding on tight as he walked us from the living room towards the bedroom. He dropped me on the bed before grabbing my right ankle, holding my leg up as my ankle rested on his shoulder. 

“These heels…” He started to fiddle with the clasp, finally pulling the strap loose before he slipped it off. “They’re new.”

“Just bought them.” I gripped the duvet under my fingers. “Do you like them?” 

“Yes.” He kissed my ankle before gently resting my right leg on the bed. “Did you buy them with daddy’s money?” 

“I did.” I bit my lower lip as my core clenched, my walls fluttering at his tone. “I bought them for you.”

“You didn’t even ask daddy before you bought them.” He tutted, reaching for my left ankle. “You’re getting bold.”

“I just wanted to surprise you.” I said. 

“I’m very surprised.” He gave me a soft wink, one that let me know my Harry was still in this version of him that we’d quickly created in the car. 

A business man with a daddy kink in the 1950’s that wanted to knock his wife up after a long business trip. It was a simple plot, but it combined quite a few kinks into one scenario, so we didn’t really mind. I giggled when he reminded me that daddy was a common nickname in that time period, something girls called their husbands in a provocative setting. 

When both of my heels were off, Harry brushed his hands up my bare thighs until they landed on my hips. He gently guided me towards the center of the bed before kneeling over me. I lifted both hands up, cupping his cheeks as he leaned down to kiss my lips. 

“Mrs. Styles,” He hummed out. “I’ve been thinking?”

“About what, Mr. Styles?” I pressed my lips over his cheek, sliding my fingers towards the back of his neck. 

“I think it’s been quite lonely around here.” He said. “I can’t imagine you’re enjoying all of this time alone when I’m away on business.” 

“I get by just fine.” I said softly, dropping my head back to the mattress. “Do you want to get a dog, Harry? Is that what this is about?”

“I don’t want to get a dog, darling.” He chuckled, brushing his nose over mine. “I want a baby.”

“A baby?” My eyes grew wide. “Isn’t it a bit soon, darling? We’ve only been married for five months.” 

“That’s more than enough time, doll.” He whined. “I want us to have a beautiful little baby to love and to dote on. I want to show her off in front of my friends and my family-”

“Oh, Mr. Styles.” I sighed, shaking my head. “Don’t you know I’d do anything for you, darling.”

“Is that a yes?” He smirked, his eyes lighting up.

“Yes.” I gasped out when he rutted his hips forward. “Please.”

He wasted no time, stripping me from my blazer and then my tiny shorts. He tossed them aside carelessly, his hands falling to the buttons on the silk shirt that I had stolen from our closet. 

“S’this mine?” He glanced up at me with a confused smirk. “Haven’t seen this in ages.”

“S’yours.” I nodded, holding the lapel to the side to show off his name. “S’got your name on it and everything.”

“Cheeky girl.” He cooed out, dropping his head to press a kiss to my stomach. “It’s our name.”

I let out a low whine in the back of my throat, shifting my hips as Harry made it to the last button towards the top of the dress shirt. I watched his face carefully as he pushed it to the side, his eyes scanning the black, vintage set that I had purchased for today. 

“You’re trying to kill me.” He gasped out as his fingers brushed over the skin of my stomach to my breasts. “Fucking….I can’t take this anymore. I need to be inside of you.”

“Then get inside of me, Mr. Styles.” I lifted my legs, spreading them apart slightly so he could see the cut out area on the crotch of the panties. “You don’t even have to take everything off.”

Harry’s eyes were on mine, burning a dark shade of emerald as he licked over his bottom lip. I giggled when he started to unbuckle his trousers, tanking the zipper down before he tucked his hand in. He pulled his cock out, giving it a few firm strokes before he hovered his body over mine. Seconds later, I felt the stretch of my walls around his cock, causing my body to tense.

“There’s my girl.” He grunted out, pushing himself in as far as he could possibly go before pressing a few, sloppy kisses to my face. “So snug around me, aren’t you?”

“Harry.” I dropped my hands to his back, digging my nails into the cotton of his shirt as he pulled out slowly. Seconds later, he was pushing back in and I was gasping for air. “Fuck, that’s nice.”

“Mrs. Styles, you have such a filthy mouth.” He smeared his lips over mine before both of his hands found their home by my ears. “Who taught you to talk like that?” 

“You.” I let out a breathless chuckle that quickly faded as the tip of his cock massaged my g-spot. 

“Yeah?” His eyelids fluttered shut as he continued to work his hips in a steady rhythm. “No other blokes have been hangin’ round here?” 

“None.” I shook my head as my nails drug down to his lower back and eventually to his bum. I pushed my fingers down his pants, digging my nails into the flesh there. “Just you.”

“You’re my girl.” He gritted out as a single curl fell to his forehead. “Only mine.”

“Only yours.” I whimpered, biting at my lower lip. “You feel so good, Harry.” 

“Can’t wait to see you pregnant, honey.” He let out a whine of his own, clenching his eyes. “It’s gonna be so beautiful, seeing you round and full while you carry my baby..”

“I want it so bad, Harry.”

“And after this baby,” He let out a strangled moan, delivering another sharp thrust that had me gasping. “I’m gonna put another one in you, and then another.” 

“Please, I want it.” I nodded, sliding my fingers back up his back. “Want you closer.”

He pressed his body into mine, his hips moving in desperate thrusts and his pelvis applying pressure to my clit with each move. I tossed my head back, silently asking for his lips to press against my throat. I felt him latch on as his thrust started to get sloppier. I knew that he was close by the little whines pulling from his throat and the puffs of air hitting my skin. 

Harry’s hand slipped between our bodies in no time, rubbing my clit with an urgency that I’d never experienced before with him. I felt my body flush warm and my walls tighten around him as he delivered three final thrusts. We both cried out when he spilled into me, filling my walls with his cum until it dripped out onto the black panties still settled onto my hips. 

“You bought yourself a ring?” our chests were both heaving, his body still pressed into mine. 

I tried to let out a giggle, but he was heavy against my body and it came out wheezy. 

“It’s costume jewelry.” I brushed my hand over his back. “Just thought it would be fun after I saw you wearing that ring on set. I saw the pictures online and they nearly killed me.”

“Mhm, you’re just trying to seduce me into proposing earlier than I planned.” He lifted his head, pressing his lips against mine in a sweet kiss. “Hello, honey.”

“Hiya, darling.” I lifted my hand, tugging gently on the curl that fell over forehead with a fond smile. “I love you.”

“Love you, too.” He whispered. “I love you and everything you do for me. I don’t tell you enough how much I appreciate you for being the best girlfriend out there.”

“Harry-” 

“Don’t deflect or play it down,” He said sternly. “I mean every word from the bottom of my heart, Beatrice. I...no one else on set has had a spouse or partner come visit them on the weekends. No one else had flowers sent to their trailer or daily facetime calls and inspirational messages. You make me feel so loved and so special on a daily basis and that means the world to me. So thank you for being you, honey. I love you with all of my heart.”

“I love you, too.” I sniffled, blinking rapidly as a few tears fell down my temples, into my hair. “I hope you liked your surprise. I didn’t want to freak you out, but I thought it would be fun.”

“It was.” He brushed his nose over mine. “It was a lot of fun, actually. I think we should mess around like that more often.”

“Not too often, though.” I chuckled. “One of these days, I’ll actually end up pregnant.” 

“Wheat’s wrong with that?” He hummed out. 

“One step at a time, darling.” I patted his shoulder. “Oh, just so you know, we won’t be having a girl first.”

“Excuse me?” Harry hissed when I pushed at his shoulders, causing him to slip out of my walls. I guided him to his back before I climbed on top of him, pressing my palms to his tummy. “I don’t...what?” 

“You said ‘her’ earlier, but we’re having a boy first.” I said casually. “I know it.”

“How do you know it?” He chuckled as his brows creased. “Did you make a deal with Stevie at one of her witch things?” 

“I didn’t need to make a deal, I just know it.” I patted his cheek. “Gonna name him Ellis.”

“Why Ellis?” He tilted his head to the side. “Where did you hear that?” 

“Ellis Island.” I smiled. “We took our first vacation together in New York and the ferry to Ellis Island was one of my favorite parts of that trip. It’s a piece of our history.”

“I love that.” He said softly. “I love you.” 

“I love you, too.” I giggled, leaning forward to press my lips against his. “Round two?” 

“Why, Mrs. Styles, I like the way you think.”

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Inside Jokes

Happy New Year guys🎊☺️!! I hope it’s filled with much happiness and positivity! So this was another idea I was gonna do for Christmas, but I already had other stuff and the holiday had then passed so I figured hey why not do it for New Years🤷🏽‍♀️? Hope you guys like it!

Pairing: Chris EvansxBlack Reader

⚠️: None, all fluffy feels☺️!

Sounding the bright charm of the doorbell, a smile spreads on your lips hearing the familiar excited barks from Dodger as he scurries to the front door.

“I know bubba, I’m coming. I heard it too,” you hear Chris’ muffled chuckles as his footsteps lightly thud against the hardwood the closer he came. He doesn’t have time to properly greet you before brown and white fur dashes past him circling around your legs before peering up at you with soft brown eyes as his front paws push on your abdomen making you laugh.

“Dodge let her come in the house first bud.”

“It’s okay. I know I haven’t visit you in a while, I promise I’ll do better,” you smile scratching behind his ears as he drops to all fours helping his dad guide you in the warm, faintly pine scented home. Pulling you into his chest, your arms wrap around each other in the most comforting hug you’ve received in a while. His lips against your temple after his low “hi sweetheart,” makes you giddy with stomach doing tiny flips before quickly trying to push those feelings away.

“Y/N!,” Scott shouts.

“Scott!” Pulling away, you meet him halfway for a hug as he spins you around causing an eruption of giggles.

“I didn’t know you were back in town, how are you? I haven’t seen you in...what? A year?!”

“And what are you doing bringing us gifts on your birthday?,” Chris adds taking the respective snowman and reindeer covered gift bags from your hand.

“That’s right, Happy birthday! Have anything special planned?”

“No, I’m just gonna stay in and watch a few movies until I probably fall asleep. And the gifts are late Christmas presents since I couldn’t get them to you sooner.”

“Aww you didn’t have to do that, thank you so much,” Scott smiles hugging you again. “And you hear that Chris? She’s not doing anything tonight.” There’s a brief silence as the two brothers peer at each other as if telepathically speaking some secret language.

You weren’t quite sure what was going on, but from Chris’ pleading yet serious eyes and Scott fluttering his lashes with innocent smile on his face you thought maybe it might be your cue to leave.

“Well um I don’t want to take up too much of your time-,”

“You’re not!,” Chris interrupts, a bit too enthusiastic for his liking from his growing blush. “Um in fact if you want to stay and hang out here, that’s completely fine. We’re having a few friends over later for a last minute New Year’s Eve party, which you’re more than welcome to join.”

Your heart screamed yes, wanting you to kick off your shoes and get comfy on his sectional couch. However, your brain kept picturing you sitting off to yourself for the majority of the night with drink in hand as they laughed and mingled with their childhood friends.

“Thanks, but I uh think I’m gonna just head home.”

“You sure? I know this dud is gonna be there, but I promise it’ll be fun!,” Scott says, soon receiving an arm smack from his brother that makes it hard to hide your laugh.

“Yea, I’m sure. Maybe we can all meet up later sometime and do something?”

“Of course, and if you change your mind just give us a call or come over.”

Giving you a final hug and happy birthday, you squat down saying your goodbyes to Dodger who had yet to leave your side since you walked through the door. Being the gentleman he was, Chris insisted on walking you to your car even though you tried to tell him it wasn’t necessary since it was still light out and that you’d be fine.

“Thanks again for the gifts. That was really sweet.”

“You’re welcome. Sorry if it’s something you already have, I tried to think of things you guys might like.”

“Anything you get, we’ll appreciate,” he smiles. You could tell there was something more he wanted to say as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck. And it was as if you could see with your own eyes the conflict in his brain trying to figure out how to say whatever he was attempting.

“Hey, you okay? You kinda seem in your head a bit.”

“Yea, yea I’m fine. Just uh, thinking about how you shouldn’t be alone on your birthday. Not trying to pressure you or anything, but seriously we don’t mind you staying.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine,” you wave him off dismissively giving him a sure smile. “And if I change my mind, I’ll let you know.”

“Alright, and call if you need anything at all okay?”

“Okay,” you giggle, feeling his arms bring you closer again in one of his famous hugs.

———

“Why didn’t you stay?! It would’ve been better than being alone. Plus you’ve said before how fun they are, so I’m sure you would’ve enjoyed yourself,” your mom states, clearly in the kitchen from the pots and silverware clanking in the back.

“I don’t know, I didn’t want to be the odd one out I guess. The one person majority of people didn’t know and end up by myself.”

“Well being the stranger shouldn’t stop you from going to a party that you’re invited to by your friend. And if those boys are really your friends, I’m sure they would’ve tried to include you in stuff and made sure you were comfortable.”

“Yea that’s true. I also wondered if it was a pity invite too, you know? Like being invited because it accidentally slipped?,” you admit fiddling with the string on your pajama shorts.

“No I don’t think so. Chris himself told you about it when he could’ve just kept quiet. I think you’re overthinking a bit honey.”

“You’re probably right about that too,” you sigh watching the scene currently playing on the screen in front of you.

“And I know you’re upset about not being able to come home like you planned, but don’t let that stop you from having a good time. Live your life, we’ll all still be here the next time you can come.” Although you had a tear rolling down your face, a soft laugh escapes your mouth surprised by her words hitting the nail on the head. Why you’d think your own mother wouldn’t be able to tell how you were feeling even over the phone miles away, you didn’t know.

Just as you set your mouth for your reply, a knock on your door slightly startles you diverting your attention to the door across the room.

“Hey, I’ll call you back. Someone’s at the door.”

“Okay, well be safe and remember what I said! Love you.”

“I will, and love you too.” Hanging up, you peek out the peephole to see Chris switching from one leg to the other as he looks down at his phone waiting for your answer.

“Chris, what are you doing here?”

Dark jeans and white sneakers below his forest green crewneck sweatshirt, a build a bear box comes into view from behind his back to rest on your kitchen counter.

“I too came to give you a present,” he smiles hands showcasing the box.

“T-Thank you. You didn’t need to go out and get me something, especially with everyone being out for New Years.”

“What makes you think I just bought this?,” he smirks.

“Because if you had it earlier, then you would’ve handed it over when I came by.”

“What if I held onto it so I could deliver it myself?”

Eyeing him suspiciously, a grin breaks your expression as your hands begin to roam the box beginning to open it. “Then I’d ask what about your party? The host really isn’t supposed to leave.”

“Well that’s why it’s good to have your brother as your other host so he can watch over everything. And the host can leave if it’s for an important reason.”

“Fair point, but still-,”

“Y/N, open your present please?,” he grins as you hold up your hands in surrender before finally pulling the stuffed brown teddy bear with jeans and a pullover hoodie from the box making you gasp as a soft “aww” leaves your lips. You read the card attached that says “a new friend to be independent together with” instantly causing a rush of memories and you to smile.

It was an inside joke between the two of you ever since your first week of meeting each other. You were his makeup artist while on set of his last project, and noticing that you seemed bored sitting outside the makeup trailer one day, invited you to get lunch with him.

Conversation came surprisingly easy as you walked side by side to a nearby cafe. Not that you expected him to be the snobby, stuck up type to look at everyone on set who wasn’t a fellow actor as less than and undeserving of his time. You’d heard before how nice he was ultimately being loved by those who had the chance to interact with him. As a fellow introvert though, you could tell from your first couple of talks how it took a while for him to warm up to someone.

And from your experience, typically with two introverts together, there could be a bit more silence than talking.

You can’t remember exactly what the both of you laughed about standing near the front of the line, but that was cut short when the older lady behind you complimented on how cute of a couple you were.

“Oh no, we’re not together,” he corrected with a light chuckle, before quickly feeling guilty that you might take offense. “I mean not that I’m not attracted or anything because you are pretty. Beautiful in fact. A-And not that I’ve thought about it or that’s why I invited you because I promise it didn’t cross my mind! Not that it would be a bad thought either! I just..um..”

At this point both you, the lady behind you, the waiting barista, and everyone within earshot of his rambling were watching making up from his neck to his ears tint red.

“...we’re just coworkers getting lunch,” you smile trying to ease any further embarrassment. Or confusion at this point.

“Yea together, but independently. Independently together,” he adds as she nods, a light laugh leaving her lips.

“Words weren’t really your strong suit today huh?,” you giggle making it back to the lot as he shakes his head silently laughing at himself.

“I-I was trying to correct her without potentially offending you.”

“Thank you for thinking about my feelings, but I was fine, you didn’t have to worry. Now if you were like utterly disgusted and started gagging or something-,”

“Noo, no I’d never do that. And if I did, I’d definitely understand if you punched me in the face repeatedly. Honestly probably encourage it.”

Both of your laughters dying down, it’s the first moment of silence you’ve experienced with him today. It’s doesn’t feel awkward at all though, and you may just be strolling along with the summer sun on your skin, but you don’t want to leave.

Little did you know he didn’t want to either.

“Um well I guess I’ll see you later then,” you shyly smile reaching the steps of the makeup trailer with Chris’ hand resting on the railing.

“See you later Y/N.”

“Oh, and be sure to get your words together when you’re in front of the camera. That’s kinda important.”

“I’ll try my best,” he deeply chuckles with hand over his chest. “If you don’t see me tomorrow though you know what happened.”

“Oh man, then who’d I get lunch independently together with?”

“You’re not gonna let me live that down are you?”

“Maybe. Eventually.”

His lips slightly part for his next remark, but the director calling his name steals his attention, yelling about changes to the script. Turning back to you, you both said a quick goodbye before he jogs off.

Not before thanking you for walking ‘independently together’ with him and flashing you his gorgeous smile.

“I know it’s kinda kiddish, but-,”

“No it’s perfect Chris. Thank you.” Arms wrapped around his middle, a smile tugs at the corners of his mouth as his arms seem to naturally fit around your body. You can’t help but to feel those flips and tingles from earlier, this time though opting to bask a bit in the feeling versus ridding it away.

“You’re welcome.”

Soon you’re both startled from the sound of poppers and party horns coming through your walls from the surrounding apartments as voices shouted “Happy New Year!,” and cheered.

“I didn’t realize it was already midnight. You should uh probably head back to your party,” you speak pulling away to set down your new, smaller friend.

“Yea you’re right,” he states following behind as you unlock your front door seeing the hall littered with confetti and glitter. Nearly stepping over the threshold, he pauses before turning back around to meet your eyes, which were now scanning outside wondering why he stopped.

“What is it?”

“N-Nothing, I just...uh, t-there’s actually another reason why I came by.”

“Um...okay. What’s up?”

Inching closer and closer until you could smell the mint from his gum, his larger hand finds your cheek and thumb grazes along the bone briefly looking down at your lips before meeting your eyes again.

“I’m guessing this is the other reason?,” you whisper, nervously tucking part of your bottom lip between your teeth.

“It is. If there’s someone, or you say no that’s fine though. I-I jus-,”

Your lips on his muffle his next couple words as his other hand gently grabs your side pulling you as close as you both could be. His soft lips paired with their equally forceful yet careful movement leave your head dizzy, in the best way, and hands clasping onto his sweatshirt to steady your now wobbly legs. Separating to catch your breath, your swollen lips stay hovering anticipating a repeat.

“There’s no one, and I think I just gave you a definite yes.”

“Looks like no more independent together then,” you both chuckle before your lips resume their previous actions.

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i brought forrest in like a month n a half ago then panic dropped him bt hes back w a vengeance......... this intro is fully jst copy n pasted from when i originally posted it bt . tosses it out anyway in case anyone hasnt read it before winks n struts into the sunset

* zethphan smith-gneist, demiboy + he/they | you know forrest abbott, right? they’re twenty-two, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, their whole life? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to bizarre love triangle by new order like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole golden retriever excitement when someone strikes up conversation, paint streaked overalls worn without care, polaroids of places travelled scattered across the wall thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is october 23rd, so they’re a scorpio, which is unsurprising, all things considered.

background.

for 10 years it was just forrest and his mama lydia in their cozy little trailer at lilac ridge, he’s never met his dad who left as soon as he discovered she was pregnant, not really interested in raising a kid with someone who struggled to get by even while working three jobs

from a young age forrest had to take care of himself since his mama worked sm, but he always got the concept that it was for him to live a good life and necessary for them to get by, she rly showed it well by making sure he knew how much she loved him whenever she cld b around :’)

it was around this time that things were starting to look up - his mama met a really nice man named marcel n while things moved really fast for them they seemed to be a perfect match, soon she was engaged and giving birth to triplets and they even moved into his place in aquila drive, everything was coming up roses

unfortunately as soon as things were good they sort of came to an immediate crash - lydia n marcel tried for another bebe before their wedding but she ended up having a miscarriage :( this sort of sent her into a depressive spiral for a really, really long time

it was bad enough that marcel eventually had enough, she wouldn’t take her medication, wouldn’t talk to a therapist, couldn’t even get out of bed, so he said she had to shape up or go back to their place in lilac ridge, and stubborn as she was she packed everything up that night and the 5 of them went back to their little trailer, this time with a lot less room and a lot more responsibility on forrest’s shoulders

since he was about 14 he’s juggled an abundance of jobs to help his family, it was especially hard when they moved back to lilac ridge, he mostly took care of his little brothers and mum when he could but he had school and work on top of it, it rly was the sort of stress no one shld go thru but he did at a rly young age for quite a long time

details.

still lives at lilac ridge w his family, his mum got a pretty well paying job as a psw but it’s still difficult when u have three 12 year olds running around so forrest watches over them a lot while working as a tour guide at the aquarium, selling art pieces at community events, and odd photography jobs, whatever will put money on the table

grew up incredibly shy and pretty anxious, he’s just used to people leaving so it’s hard for him to trust but he’s also a classic golden retriever boy, if people give him an inch he’ll take it right away but he struggles with approaching people himself, definitely wasn’t too popular in school bc of this

did a double major at the community college for photography and visual arts :yum:

he tries not to doo Too many photography jobs cuz he loves it more as his escape than anything, travels around irving a lot to find random locations and will just spend hours taking pictures, u cant see any of the walls in his tiny bedroom theyre jst covered in his own pictures and art

could paint for hours too tbh, does a lot of art classes whenever he has time and money to spare

has never been in a relationship or even with anyone, the most he’s done frankly is casual make outs at parties or wtvr, always kinda chickens out if it ever goes any further……….. has not picked up on the fact that hes a demisexual/demiromantic king<3 probs doesnt even kno what that is LKSHDGKLHSDG

bc of this wtvr friendships hes made hes definitely romanticized, frankly by accident, he can just grow attached quite easily and since hes demiromantic anytime hes ever had a crush on someone its been ppl hes close to n has learned to trust. it confuses him a lot. LKSDHGKLHSDLG

constantly walks around in paint covered clothes.

obsessed w 80s pop its easily his fav genre (taste)

ok i think thts all……….. i hv rn……………….. lks around hands on hips

connections.

childhood friends!!

also ppl who forced their way into his life, basically jst approached him first n as soon as they showed him any sort of kindness n affection he was automatically like . ok we’re attached fr life sis<3

neighbours at lilac ridge?? mayhaps??

ppl at parties who’ve made a move or he’s hooked up w but when it came down to the Nitty Gritty he was like . oh………….. i think my mums calling me……….. i gtg……………………….. jst no explanation. LKSHDGKLHDSGL

i rly lov the idea of him hvin someone he loves to use as his muse……. either fr his art or photography<3

mayb someone who he actually was almost in a relationship w once upon a time bt it jst didnt work out, timing was off or he backed out cuz he felt bad that he probs cldnt give them his full attention w helping his family etc.

coworkers at the aquarium!!

old college classmates/ppl who take art classes w him??

ok i think those r all the ideas i hv rn. we can also brainstorm. lets get wild.