#looking back to the picture I posted to my private snap before going out

[yamysunmoon]

Princess's reward

Summary: You've been Jenna's lover for a few months now. You meet in hotel rooms whenever you can. Jenna is promoting her latest projects in Venice when you decide to pay her a visit.

Words count: 5-6k

Warnings: MDNI +18, d/s dynamic, sub! Jenna, stone top Y/N, choking, clothed sex, dirty talk, crying during sex (a little tear), praise kink, kinda bratty.

n/a: Verbal consent. First one shot in tumblr and english is not my first language :) hope you enjoy!

You were scrolling distractedly through social media when a notification popped on your screen. Jenna had posted photos.

More than Jenna herself, her team, you thought. Even so, you clicked immediately with a slight tension of anticipation growing in the lower part of your belly.

You watched each photograph closely. Jenna posing on that red carpet in that red dress. Her lips, also bright red, the wavy lines that traced her hair, her bangs forming a beautiful arc over her forehead. Her smooth and delicate skin, her mouth displaying that perfect and relaxed smile, those adorable dimples. You kept zooming in on each photograph when a new notification arrived. She had posted another update.

A smile was now forming on your lips. Jenna drinking coffee with those sunglasses and that t-shirt and that pose and those jeans. You remembered those photos perfectly. She had sent them to you the day before.

You sighed, looking out the airplane window. Glacing at your vintage silver wristwatch you noticed there were only 20 minutes left to reach Venice. Unable to resist the temptation, you opened your messaging app.

Hey my dear, barely 20 minutes to get to the airport.

Saw the instagram pictures btw. That dress suits you perfectly, you look beautiful.

She should still be at the interview she had told you about hours earlier, you guessed. She had sent you her full schedule as soon as she got to Venice, days ago. You loved it when she gave you all the information you needed to know where she was, and when, without even have to ask for it. Her complience made you go nuts sometimes.

You could imagine how tired she must already be, with it barely being 10 in the morning. She had been going back and forth for days promoting her new projects, attending interviews and public events of various kinds. You recalled in your mind her voice over the phone the night before, the way her raspy voice spoke to you, whispering how much she missed you and how little she could bear it. You had been waiting for this moment for weeks.

You were surprised when a vibration on your cell phone snapped you out of your thoughts.

Jenna: hey my love. Charlize will pick you up as we agreed. I think I'll be able to make it to the hotel on time. I can't wait to see you.

A sly smile graced your face. The first few times you two started texting, you were insecure about Jenna's style of writing. No emoticons, dry expressions and full stops. You soon learned a lot of things about her tho.

When she's at work and finds a few minutes to be able to text you -she makes that time to text you-, she doesn't even realize she sounds so "serious".

But then, when the nighttime comes and after taking a long bath, with her bathrobe still covering her body, she calls you, asks you animatedly how your day has been and reminds you how much she wants you, all doubts dissipate.

You decided not to reply to that message to heighten the anticipation. However, even though you were able to control yourself in action, your mind could not do the same and began to recall your previous encounters. The first time you met in that private area of one of the most exclusive clubs in L. A., when Charlize, her most trusted bodyguard, picked you up a few streets over and took you to her. How she waited for you with her legs crossed and those black stilettos, and one of her irresistible black suits.

Memories of that first night began to play out in your head without any censorship. Her sideways smiles as she teased you, the way her cheeks took on a light pale pink with the hints you murmured near her ear so she could hear you over the music. The way her nails grazed your arm for the first time, to, hours later, scratch you all over.

Her eyes, oh, her coffee brown eyes. Steaming, hot brown coffee. Chocolate eyes melting, dripping all over your body, ogling every nook and cranny and every detail they could absorb. She was looking at you in a way that you had never been looked at before.

"I'm starting to want you more than I can handle" she had whispered to you, after a couple of cocktails and too many leers. She had moved dangerously close to your ear to utter those words, then pulled away just enough to look deep into your eyes, raising her eyebrows slightly, looking down at you. A gaze that suggested some desperation and a lot of willingness to be blown away.

You then realized she was handing the power over to you. She was letting you decide if you were ready to commit to this madness with her. Things had changed since that night, but back then she was proposing that night. That's all you had: one night.

You plopped down on the headrest of your comfortable seat in the VIP area of the plane in the same way you had settled that night, months ago, on the pillows of her bed. The sensation of her warm body on yours invaded all your senses. Her legs around your torso, her hands on the back of your neck. Your hands caressing her tummy, then going from her upper back to her shoulder blades. One hand going up to her nape, pushing her to your lips. The other groping the elastic of her suit pants, asking for permission. You remembered perfectly her whisper, barely a strand of voice leaving her red, maroon lips.

"You can do whatever you want to me".

You smiled mischievously and opened your eyes, shaking your head. It wasn't really "whatever you wanted," but rather what the two of you had agreed upon in endless conversations before you started seeing eachother.

Meeting people backstage in the celebrity world had never suited you as well as when you got to meet her. A few minutes backstage at a random event, which led to following each other on Instagram, which led to getting her number, which led to intimate messages late at night.

Conversations about power, control, and seduction. You told her about submission. She started by joking about it, saying that she could never let anyone have that kind of dominance over her. She went on to say that maybe you could. She ended by asking you to accept hers.

You continued to learn about the d/s dynamic together, and agreed on initial boundaries and desires. Promises of what you could do to her, and be for her. Of the way you could put her mind and body at ease. Of the way you could set her free. And that night, in that LA hotel, you put them into practice. And boy, did you both like it.

Now you looked out the window and noticed that the hard concrete of the landing zone was getting closer and closer. You couldn't suppress a shiver that ran through your whole body, you didn't know if it was caused by the imminent landing or the imminent encounter with your precious submissive. Deep down you knew.

You walked through the front door of the hotel without any problem. The few people who should know you could pass knew that. Everything was handled as subtly as possible, protecting the privacy of the person they worked for, following her orders.

You were presented with stairs covered with a beautifully red carpeted floor. You climbed them on your way to the elevators that could be seen at the back of the entrance. One of them opened and Winona Ryder stepped out. You crossed paths but only dared to give her a brief smile, without looking directly at her. Had Jenna told her about you? You weren't used to running into celebrities from time to time. Charlize stood next to you.

“Surprised, huh?”

“She's a legend,” you said in a whisper of restrained excitement. She chuckled under her breath. She walked you to the open elevator and pressed buttons 4 and 5.

“You get off at 5. Room 513. She arrived about 15 minutes ago” she reported looking at her wristwatch. You nodded. There wasn't much more to say.

You could have engaged her in friendly conversation, but you could only watch the elevator screen indicating how you were getting on. Silently. This always happened to you; you were in that moment before you saw her in which your thoughts, actions and behavior were all directed towards her.

The doors opened on the fourth floor and Charlize said goodbye to you with a brief bow, you nodded in farewell. The doors closed and you felt yourself ascending a few more feet. Ascending towards your personal Heaven.

You stepped out of the elevator at a steady pace. You felt the weight of your whole body on your black military boots, you felt the skin rubbing against each garment you were wearing. You readjusted your watch, the one she had given you, and repositioned the necklace you were wearing, also a gift from her. Maybe she was your submissive, but you were her property.

“513” the plaque read. You gulped and touched up your hair, which you wore loose. One more shaky breath before you knocked softly on the door. Two sure knocks, as always.

“Come in” you heard from inside. Oh, that voice. You turned the doorknob without any hesitation.

You found yourself in a spacious room. The floor was covered with the same red carpet that protected the entire floor of the hotel. To your right, large windows lit up the room, but someone had already covered them with thick, translucent white curtains. In front was the king sized bed with an ornate wooden headboard. The room was chaste and classically decorated, in the most typical Viennese style.

It didn't take you long to notice that just before the bed someone had placed a low table that probably wasn't meant to be there. On it various plates with fresh fruit, freshly baked croissants and macarons in various pastel shades.

From your left you heard the sound of water running. You approached. To the right was a dressing room, and to the left was the door leading to the bathroom. A half-open door separated you from your girl.

“Babe, can i come in?”

“No!” she reacted instantly. “Give me a few minutes” the sound water running ceased. ”Go eat something, I got it for you.”

“Okay milady” you replied teasingly, earning a short sardonic laugh from her. She would always need to be fully prepared before seeing you, everytime to met. You found it really cute, yet kinda incomprehensible.

You would remind her that you had already seen her without all of that, without being THE Jenna Ortega, but simply Jenna, she would just smile shyly and confess that she wanted to be perfect for you. “At least before you ruin me completely” she used to add.

You went back to the master bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. You smiled as you realized that Jenna had wanted to place the table as close to the bed as possible. You both knew brunch wouldn't last long.

You had caught quite a few planes for her lately, and she always greeted you with a big feast of her own preparation. You decided to grab a fresh strawberry from the fruit platter, feeling its juices expand in your mouth. You wanted to have the perfect taste when Jenna came out of that bathroom.

Strolling your gaze around the suite, you noticed a scarlet red suit folded on a chair, along with underwear and black platform heels resting next to it. You didn't have time to discover much more before you heard the door open. A broad smile appeared on your lips as soon as you saw her.

She was wearing a black and red plaid corset and matching skirt. Her hair fell straight and shiny over her shoulders, and a deep red lipstick highlighted her lips. She looked at you with those dark eyes, adorned with a subtle touch of eyeliner and mascara.

“Sorry babe, you know i don't usually keep you waiting”. Finally, her voice came directly to your ears, without having to go miles from cell phone to cell phone.

Your eyes sparkled. "This time I'll give it to you," you conceded, assuming that slightly permissive role she liked so much on occasions like that. Your rules were strict but you both got a kick out of cheating from time to time.

You remained motionless as he approached you. Only a small twinkle in her eyes gave her away. She came closer until she was standing in front of you and your hands were resting on the bed. You looked down at her. She looked back at you and smiled showing those beautiful teeth.

An almost imperceptible nod from her gave you permission to wrap your arms around her waist in a needy embrace. You rested your head on her abdomen and it wasn't long before you noticed her hands stroking your silky hair.

“Ugh... how I've missed you” you confessed against the fabric. Your choked voice rumbling against her gut. She breathed in deeply in a way you interpreted as relief. You heard the air rush into her body.

“You're finally here” she sounded calm, peaceful. At ease.

You lifted your head and rested your chin on her belly. With your hands you caressed her lower back. She looked down at you from above and smiled. “You look incredible” you spoke softly, as if you wanted to prevent anyone from overhearing you.

Everyone, literally the whole universe knows that Jenna Ortega is gorgeous and looks amazing, but no one was lucky enough to contemplate her as you were at that moment.

“That's why I like to get ready before seeing you,” she said insightfully. You smiled slightly and your hands descended to her ass, which you squeezed gently. She gasped and closed her eyes. Involuntarily she moved her hips towards you. You rested your forehead on her skirt and breathed in her scent. That expensive and elegant perfume mixed with her own scent emanating from her skin....

“Let's eat something” she proposed pulling away from you abruptly and sitting down next to you. You blinked several times and looked at her. She was smiling flirtatiously. She loved to keep you waiting.

She decided on one of the freshly made croissants and that's when she saw the bitten strawberry on the table. She rose her gaze back at you. “Are they yummy?” she then noticed your lips, reddened by the juice of the fruit.

“Try it yourself” you challenged her. She raised her eyebrows. She seemed to hesitate for a few seconds during which she alternated looking into your eyes and at your lips. She half-opened her own, surely imagining your taste in those moments. Finally, she took a bite of her croissant and chewed slowly. Then she offered you a piece. “Try this and I'll try the strawberries” she resolved. Captivated by her charm, you laughed at her joke and agreed.

You switched the sour taste of the red fruit and the enveloping sweetness of the croissants with a relaxed conversation. She asked how your flight went and wanted to know more about everything that had happened to you in the previous days. Every evening you talked on the phone but she was usually too tired to pick up specifics. Then you asked her about the interview, which had been with Winona and you also talked a bit about her.

You loved the way her eyes sparkled in admiration of her partner. She kept yapping about her co-workers and the movies they both liked, smiling sideways when she remembered funny anecdotes on set, frowned adorably when reminiscing about confusing and amusing moments and she giggled softly when you blurted out wry and witty remarks.

You were drawn towards her. Everything she did seemed appealing to you. Every move, every gaze, every smile. The way she gestured with her hands, how she crossed and uncrossed her legs, how she tilted her head, and how she scrunched her nose. The freckles that dotted her cheekbones and the bridge of her nose called to you, it was urgent to kiss them. She kept talking but your attention had reached its limit.

Suddenly she stopped and looked at you. A teasing smile decorated her appetizing lips. “What are you doing so close?” she inquired curiously, looking you up and down. You then realized how close you have got without even thinking it through. It was quite literally that you were drawn towards her. Like the Earth is drawn towards the Sun.

You let out an airy laugh. “I didn't even realized” you confessed amused, running your gaze over her torso. That damn corset was distracting you. She smiled sideways, revealing a lovely dimple. God, Jenna and her dimples.

You watched every detail of her face closely before finally looking into her eyes. You were getting closer and closer. Yet she wasn't moving an inch. There was nothing she liked more than to tease you until you took the initiative. There was nothing she liked more than to show herself completely ready for you. Waiting for you.

After a few torturous seconds that felt like forever, Jenna looked at your lips. She licked her lower lip lightly, and the warm pink of her tongue contrasted with the maroon of her lips. Her gaze returned to yours, locked together.

And finally, a slight, very slight nod subtly ruffled the strands of her bangs. You gasped. You had permission. You couldn't wait any longer.

You ended the distance between the both of you and drew her closer by resting your hand on the back of her neck and pulling her in a demanding gesture until your lips met at last. You made a superhuman effort to stifle a moan of satisfaction. She, however, did not hold back and let it out, free, from between her teeth, as her lips parted allowing your tongue to conquer her mouth.

You engaged in a wet, perfectly pulsating kiss. Your kiss swayed between a sweet, rhythmic softness and an anxious, slightly desperate depth. Jenna pulled her body closer to yours and placed her hands on your abdomen, pulling your shirt towards her. She needed you, she needed you badly, but you wouldn't touch her until she begged.

You kept kissing her, wanting to express the latter with your lips, and she was quick to get the message. You could feel the trembling in her hands gripping your shirt, and your bodies were so close that you could feel her thighs coming together and parting just enough, in an urgent gesture.

Your breaths were quickening, so you slowed down the kiss. Your tongues caressed each other and she relaxed her whole body, welcoming you into her mouth, letting you take control. Your hand was still on the back of her neck, guiding her and turning her head slightly at your whim. She kept tugging at your shirt, tugging at you. She wanted you all over her.

Her breathing kept quickening even though your gestures were slow. You kept each other at bay. She would decide the starting gun, but nothing else would happen unless you dictated it. You were kissing her lips carefully when she parted only a few millimeters.

The look she gave you seemed even sad. “Y/N. Please. I beg of you. I want you so much i'm about to cry.”

Her eyebrows rose through the thickest area in an almost pathetic gesture of desperation. Her eyes were watery, dulling her already smoldering brown gaze. The brown of her iris was actually darker at that moment, like a beautiful pyrope stone.

You were lost in her gaze as she alternated looking at you in one eye and the other, in silent questioning. Her lower lip trembled with frustration. You almost felt sorry for her, how much she wanted you.

“Can I take you, then?” you asked at last, controlling the tremor in your voice admirably. You were dying for her too, but you had to show temperance for both your sakes. You were the one who held you both as you fell into the void. You had to be. She had to be able to fall into you. And there was nothing you longed for more.

She nodded fervently. You raised an eyebrow and lowered your head slightly in a serious gesture. “Are you capable of handling me?” you inquired insistently. Her hands, which had remained loyally attached to your shirt, ascended to your shoulders. You glanced sideways at them before looking at her again.

“I am ready to have you” she assured in a sentencing tone.

You looked into each other's eyes and found it. That look in her iris. That way in which, paradoxical as it seemed, she was able to demand that you possess her. Her way of offering you her submission, in the most dominant way.

It was as if time stopped for a few seconds before you pounced on her like a predator on its prey. Your hands traveled to her waist lifting her up and carrying her to the bed as your tongues met again.

You held her firmly and carefully, but dropped her onto the mattress allowing her body to crash against it. Her eyes widened in a gesture somewhere between surprise and excitement. In the process of the fall she was forced to release her grip on your shoulders, and now her hands held her on her palms. You watched her as you kneeled on the bed. She placed her legs on the sides of your body, tilted her head and raised an eyebrow delightfully. She smiled showing her teeth a little.

There was something so romantic about her submission to you. The way she surrendered not just her body but her whole being to you. The way her eyes looked at you, through you, not just with lust but with complete trust.

You would do anything for her.

You crawled up to her and kissed her again, slowly. She lifted her hips toward your body. You put a hand on her waist and pushed her back on the mattress, firmly. She stifled a moan into your mouth. She finally agreed to lie down and you directed both hands to the belt of her skirt. She put a hand on your chest, you stopped instantly in anticipation of some boundary. Instead, she parted just enough to look at you. “Maybe that's not necessary” she suggested in a seductive smile.

You scrutinized explanation in her gaze with a frown, confused. She lowered her gaze to her skirt in response. Could it be...?

With your hands you descended to her thighs, which you squeezed, and went upwards. She raised her knees, bent her legs, and spread them. You looked at her as your hands slipped under her skirt. You stifled a deep sigh as you found her luscious wetness already bathing her labia majora and even a bit of her groin. No panties. You pulled one hand out to grab her neck in a passionate kiss, while the other yielded to her charms and began to give her exactly what she needed.

“Baby, how wet you are...” you praised between kisses. You kept holding her neck in a solid gesture and she placed her hand over yours. You squeezed lightly, fulfilling her silent wish. The cold metal of your watch contrasted with her warm skin.

“All because of you. Its-for y-you. My beloved” she admitted worshipping you with that hard, wet look. Your massage on her cunt deepened.

“Do you respect me so much? Are you so obedient?"

She nodded and pressed your hand. You squeezed a little tighter, testing her limits. You weren't kissing her now, she needed to breathe. You both knew that if you kissed her the air could barely cross her throat, and yet she raised her head, longing for your lips on her.

You kept looking at her, waiting for something more. Your hand was still working under her skirt and her hips followed your rhythm with gusto. Was there anything she wouldn't do for you?

“I want...” you began, and your thumb ran along her cheekbone, her smooth skin. She watched your lips listening to every word you uttered. “I want you to touch yourself. I want to see how much you want me in you. You have to earn it.”

Her lips opened slightly, letting in air. She was breathing through her mouth, and as you loosened your grip thinking maybe it was too much, her hand squeezed yours again.

“I can do it” she assured referring to both your command and your grip. She then released your hand and began to roam her own body with it, descending to under her skirt. Her gaze descended with it and you could appreciate the length of her thick eyelashes. She began to stroke her clit while you focused on massaging her entrance in circles. “I can do this and much more, as long as I have you...” she breathed ‘in me" she looked up into your eyes.

You finally broke the distance that separated the both of you so you could kiss her face. She closed her eyes tightly trying to manage your caresses, your kisses and your strong grip on her neck. She closed them so tightly that a furtive tear escaped from her tear duct. You kissed her, her salty desire made liquid reaching your lips.

“Precious princess...” you whispered, and kissed her chin. She lifted it a little so you could continue touching it with your lips, and in those she slightly moved her whole body as well. She unintentionally brushed a knee against your crotch. You jumped with a start and opened your eyes instantly.

“S-sorry, didn't mean to-”

“It's okay. You may touch me” your voice was hoarse and your eyes had probably darkened, the way she was looking at you. Her free hand ascended to the nape of your neck and caressed under your jaw. You nodded to underline your conviction, so she moved her leg again without taking her eyes off you. You adjusted yourself against her knee until the friction was perfect. You raised your eyebrows in surprise.

Jenna knew she couldn't stimulate your cunt directly. You had always been very clear about this, and she had always respected it. On occasions like that, however, even a girl like you would welcome a touch like that, over your clothes.

You needed no more to feel yourself melting over her. You released your hand from her neck, much to her disgrace, and kissed her deeply. You lowered your kisses to her neck and noticed that there was a shallow reddish imprint of your fingers. You stopped your kisses. “It can be hidden with makeup, Y/N” she resolved, reading your thoughts. “Please don't stop” she whispered. You smiled and drew a line of saliva down her neck, the muscles of which ticked as she lifted her head to receive you.

Underneath her skirt, your fingers were still massaging her without entering her yet.

She was rubbing urgently. “Slow down” you commanded. “You are not coming till I say so” you reminded her.

She gave you an annoyed, almost hateful look, drawing a sly laugh from you. “Damn you...” she muttered coming closer to your mouth. You pulled away a little preventing her from kissing you.

“Uh?” you stopped your touch on her cunt and with your fingertips you traced her labia minora at a torturous slowness. “What did you say?” you lifted your hips pulling your own crotch away from her knee.

You could see how much of an effort she had to make in order to stay still . She gulped, alarmed.

“I apologize,” she said instantly. “Damn me. Ruin me, Y/N.”

“Are you going to behave?” you asked somewhat angrily. A mixture of indignation and disapproval permeated your words.

“Yes” she granted instantly. “I can prove it to you” she added, willingly. She was trying to convince you. "Please, forgive me".

You moved closer to her and she looked at your lips. You rested your crotch on her knee again and she let out a sigh of relief over you.

“I know you can do it. But are you going to?” you inquired feigning skepticism. Now that you were close, you noticed she had stopped masturbating. You knew then that she wouldn't continue until you told her to.

“Yes, my beloved. I am going to do whatever it takes to fulfill your desires” she pledged complacently.

You granted her a laddish smile at last and resumed your massage on her body. “That's how I like it, my princess... You look so gorgeous when you are this obedient” you reaffirmed satisfied, indeed.

You continued your touch whispering praises, massaging her tits with your free hand, over the corset. She removed her hand from your neck and grabbed the fabric of her corset. She looked up at you, “Pull it a little down for me” you whispered. She managed to pull it back just enough for her dark areolas and erect nipples to show themselves to you.

You contemplated her for a few seconds, she moved her fingers over her chest in a distracted gesture. She adored being admired by you.

“Beautiful creature... Show yourself to me” you demanded in a hoot. She lifted her head almost instinctively, as if it were possible to expose herself further.

You attacked her skin with restrained excitement, it was hard to hold back when she got like this. Her collarbone ready to be bitten by you, her breasts exposed and her clothes still covering her body, but with nothing to hide. You ran all over her chest drawing incomprehensible strokes with your lips to anyone but the two of you. You whispered praises incessantly, and she answered with moans of pleasure and choked moans.

“Don't hold it back. Don't hold yourself back, princess. Give it all to me” you encouraged her. “Gorgeous girl...” you continued, and this was the only time she allowed herself to interrupt you.

“Your gorgeous girl” she shamelesly corrected you in a desperate whine. “Your gorgeous girl. As you are my beloved, i'm yours. Im enterely yours.”

She dared to look at you shyly suddenly, for she knew she was bordering on the limits of your agreement. “My beloved lover” she said anyway. She was submitting to you in the most vulnerable way. And oh, she was getting rewarded.

You smiled softly and entered her in response. She closed her eyes and threw her head back moaning your name. She kept whispering that she was yours as you kissed her and she rode you, wiggling her hips deliciously against your fingers.

As she wiggled she massaged your cunt with her knee. You also moved against her, slowly feeling the consciousness leave your body. You attacked her tits, her chest and her neck in equal parts. You caressed her whole body and the cold metal of your watch caressed her curves. Your silver pendant brushed against her skin. She trembled beneath you, closer and closer to the precipice.

Your hand ascended to her collarbone and she caressed your palm, closing her eyes and sighing completely transfixed.

She opened her eyes slightly and looked at you. She was watching you in a way that only she could see you.

“Time stops when we are together” she confided to you in a tone of secrecy. At that moment she was caressing your watch. “I bought you this watch so you could count minutes while we are appart. But it all dissapear when we meet”.

Your fingers were deep in her, you moved in and out slowly and carefully, just as her words were coming out of her mouth. She let out a moan from the effort, she was having a hard time holding on, she wouldn't last much longer.

She looked at you again and it was all it took for her to take the watch from you in a single gesture. In a mocking fit, she held it between her teeth smiling at you. She raised an eyebrow. Irresistible.

“My gorgeous girl. Mine” you dared to say. She half opened her mouth in wonder, and the watch fell to her neck. You brushed your nose against hers in a barely perceptible caress. A delicate display of affection as, under her skirt, your fingers moved in and out of her inner lips at their whim, at just the right speed and pressure. You swayed against her knee and her hand rubbed her clitoris eagerly.

“Am i touching myself how you want me to?” she asked as she realized you noticed her speed.

You nodded and penetrated her as deep as you could. “Yes, princess. You're behaving so well for me. You're making me feel so good... Are you gonna cum?"

“I'm so close” she assured closing her eyes. You took her chin and she opened her eyes. “I'm gonna stop if you quit looking at me. Don't stop looking at me.” She bit her lower lip, looked at your lips and stifled a moan of frustration.

“I don't want to lose detail of your expression when you cum” you admitted in a whisper. She agreed with a look.

“Please, please Y/N... Kiss me afterwards” was all she asked.

“Of course, my dear” you granted instantly. She was your spoiled princess.

Her body trembled barely a minute later and she let herself be carried away by you as she drenched your fingers in a glorious orgasm. You rubbed against her until you released yourself, and continued to wiggle against her as you kissed her, as she requested. You slowly pulled out of her and interrupted your kiss to take your fingers into your mouth. You sucked them down their full length under her watchful and satisfied gaze.

“Hm... So Delicious” you praised, once again.

She gave you one of her irrisistible smiles.

"Just for you".

[mythrae]

sigh time to tag vent

[w2sology]

harry, private but not secret relationship.

(i hope u understand what i mean 😭)

i know exactly what you mean and i LOVE this type of trope so so much 🤭

under the sheets, harry lewis.

summary: everyone knows that you and harry are together, yet no one really knows what goes on in your relationship. but when fans get little snippets, they can't help but fawn over you both.

warnings: mentions of sex

having been together since before harry had started youtube, all his friends knew you, and of your status as his girlfriend. but with his rapid incoming fame, you thought it would be better to shy away from the spotlight.

and of course, harry respected this. but he was still gonna let people know that he was in a relationship.

it started off with small mentions of you in his videos. "my girlfriend got me this the other day... my girlfriend said that... i know my girlfriend would like to..." but never fully dropping your name.

everyone knew you were together, but hardly anything about your relationship was ever revealed unless harry said something or if the boys mentioned you briefly.

whether or not you had a public account on socials varied, you liked to switch between public and private.

harry, bot being the average active social media user, would hardly post things. yet most of the time when he did, it would always correspond to you.

a snap of a restaurant with your plate opposite his, a walk in the park with a dog you were dog sitting, your leg just about in the frame, or if he was bold enough, a mirror pic that you took, your face covered by your camera but his fully visibly as he stared lovingly at you through the mirror.

slowly but surely, you would join in too on the secret snapshots into your relationship.

it would start with a post on your story of a picture you took on harry's phone whilst he was on set with the boys, and it was clearly his phone because of how fucked up it was. then it would progress to making tiktoks while wearing clothes that were so obviously his.

it was cute to see you two showing bits of each other online whilst not giving away too much, but god did it have fans dying for more.

when thy'd run into you two in public, you found it so cute that they'd take the time to speak to you as well as harry, even if you'd shy away so as to not interrupt them and harry.

but harry would still have you close by; a fan once posted a selfie that they took with him, and his hand furthest away from their body could be seen in the corner of the picture still intertwined with yours.

when harry was on twitch, streaking either by himself of with his friends, you'd occasionally peak inside the room to check on him, not realising that you were on camera.

one time, you were so tired when you cane back from work that all you wanted to do was lay in bed with harry, but when you figured out he was streaming, you figured his arms would suffice.

so you quietly opened the door to his room, and found yourself snuggling into his arms. harry was surprised, probably putting two and two together and realising that you didn't really care what was on camera, and so returned your embrace. that stream absolutely rocked people's worlds.

and the dates !!! the dates would be the cutest things EVER. he didn't mind going all out but he also wasn't against the occasion cosy date indoors.

on the odd time you did get out, of course there would be pictures and videos of you two sitting in close proximity in a cosy booth at a restaurant, both you all smiles and harry not being able to take his hands off of you.

and if there was one thing about harry, he loved physical touch.

it pained him to not be all over you in public because you didn't want to showcase your relationship like that, but he still found a way to make sure he was either near you or touching you.

be that a hand on your thigh under the table or linking your pinky fingers together when you stood near him.

and the way he'd kiss you; he'd look at you to make sure it was okay to do so before gently placing his lips on yours, pulling you in closer to him.

and even though he can hear simon and toby's shouts of "ew" or "look at those lovebirds" he simply waves them off whilst you hide your face in his chest.

harry loved to have you as his little secret thing, it gave him an even bigger energy rush than he usually had; the idea of being caught was just so exciting to him.

like when he rocks up to filming with a few hickies around his neck, unable to have covered them with his compression shirt that he mistakenly wore.

the comments under that video were enough to you have you covering your face when harry brought it up, as well as the digs that the boys took at you and harry apparently "going at it like animals."

but harry didn't care, it was the best part of the relationship and he got to keep it all to himself, unless he slipped up in front of the camera that was.

[harrysfolklore]

can you wrote about harry posting the mirror selfie with the 1d shirt on his story?

i had this in my drafts, it’s short but cute <33

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

Harry is a very private person and that's no secret to anyone.

However, he likes to share personal moments with his friends and family from time to time, and the way he does that is with his infamous alternative private instagram account that only a few people have access to.

Sometimes he forgets to switch accounts when he wants to post something and he ends up posting to his millions of fans and followers, the first time it happened he posted a picture of a shirt that said "Why? Because I'm the mom! That's why", and the other times were a picture of his tv, one of his girlfriend posing for the camera and one of them together.

He claims to get better at social media the more he uses it but the truth is that he still has little incidents like that.

"Where you going?" YN asked from the couch of their suit in Sydney, immersed on the latest episode of The Last Of Us, the tv show she was obssesed with at the moment.

"I want to hit the gym before we have to leave for the show, wanna join?" Harry asked as he collected his things and put them in his duffel bag.

"You know I don't," YN shrugged and Harry rolled his eyes with affection, it's like his girlfriend was allergic to physical activities, "Wait a minute, turn around." she spoke again and Harry turned on his hills immediately

"What, is something wrong?"

"Oh my god! What is that outfit?" YN couldn't help but laugh when she got a good glimpse of him, he was wearing a One Direction shirt from 2012 as his outfit to the gym.

"Do you like it? I think it's pretty dashing". Harry put his hands on his hips as if he was posing and you couldn't help but laugh again.

"It's amazing, truly flattering." Harry giggled as she spoke and placed a kiss to her cheek before leaving for the gym.

After an hour and a half of excising and snapping a few mirror selfies with his new favorite shirt that he was man enough to admit he did, Harry headed back to the hotel suit, finding his girlfriend getting ready to leave for the stadium, they headed to the back of the hotel and got in the SUV that was waiting for them to take them there.

"Fuck! I can't believe I did this again! Shit!" Harry said after a couple of minutes of comfortable silence, alarming YN and making her turn to look at him.  

"What do you mean? What did you do?" YN matched his tone, trying to get a glimpse at the phone in his hand.

"I posted a story to my main Instagram account, shit!" 

YN couldn't help but laugh at his boyfriend, it wasn't the first time it happened and surely it wouldn't be the last.

"What did you even post?" YN tried to get a glimpse of his phone again, noticing that he already deleted the story.

And when he tuned his phone to show her the picture, she couldn't help but let out a squal.

"No way! You shouldn't have deleted it."

"It's going to be in internet forever now."

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[writingstoraes]

Secret trip part two? With like the guests pictures, well wishes and some honeymoon posts from the newly weds 🤞😍

the days after 🏝

pairing: charles leclerc/fem!reader

type: instagram imagine, social media au (heavier on the ig part hehe)

notes: thank you sm for requesting, lovely! i hope you like this 🤍 reqs are still open! (tho patience is required i have varying levels of productivity lol) posting next would be the part 3 of split! lmk if anyone wants to be tagged hehe

about: after revealing the private wedding you and charles had in italy, here's what came after!

this is the part 2 to secret trip! read it here.

carlossainz55

liked by pierregasly, landonorris, charles_leclerc, and 984,221 others

carlossainz55 Suited up and attended something 🥂

pierregasly What's with the mystery everyone knows Charles and Y/N got married

carlossainz55 Mind your own Insta, thank you very much?

scuderiaferrari Looking sharp, Smooth Operator! ❤️

danielricciardo Okay we see you Mr. Secrecy 😁

carlossainz55 I'm not hiding anything????

landonorris People literally know you attended a wedding

carlossainz55 IT WAS JUST A CAPTION? Can't I post a picture of myself in peace? 55sainzz LMAOOO THEY WONT LET HIM BREATHE 😭

pierregasly

liked by arthurleclerc, lorenzotl, yourusername, and 564,983 others

pierregasly Somewhere in Italy, two of my greatest friends tied the knot. Congratulations to the two best people I know ❤️ Grateful to be a part of this magical day and I only wish you two the happiest of days. Seems like it was just yesterday when Charles was boasting how you finally texted him back 🤣

estebanocon I am not the best person you know?

landonorris Hurts, right?

charles_leclerc The last part was uncalled for... but yeah I was proud :D

charlesmcqueen hes been whipped for her ever since god i have seen what you have done for others

danielricciardo See carlossainz55 this is how you do a greeting

carlossainz55 I am going to post one can you all wait damn

danielricciardo

liked by lewishamilton, maxverstappen, georgerussell63, and 849,273 others

danielricciardo Almost a year ago, Charles and Y/N asked me to take some pictures of them to commemorate their engagement. Believe it or not, these pictures are outtakes and unplanned. I happened to catch such beautiful moments between the two of them and now I just witnessed them celebrate their love for each other.

Congratulations, yourusername and charles_leclerc!

landonorris Another smashing greeting related to the wedding, carlossainz55 can't relate 🙏

carlossainz55 I am about to block all of you

yourusername melting at your caption aside, why am i only seeing this now, daniel?

danielricciardo Saved it for a second wedding gift 😁

gaslyscar Jesus i am never going to experience this am I 😪

lewishamilton

liked by charles_leclerc, mercedesamgf1, susiewolff, and 1,001,223 others

lewishamilton Was not able to snap some pictures from the wedding but luckily, I have this in my gallery from all the times I have spent third-wheeling with them. I think the smiles on their faces say it all. Congratulations, newlyweds! 🤵👰

charles_leclerc Million thanks for telling me what her name was, mate 😆

lewishamilton You're also welcome for the texts I helped you construct cause you were too afraid to send one britcedesbro sir lewis hamilton professional matchmaker???

carlossainz55 At this point who hasn't third-wheeled with them?

yourusername hey you guys make it seem like it's a bad thing charles_leclerc And we pay the bill to compensate???

carlossainz55

liked by maxverstappen, charles_leclerc, yourusername, and 678,234 others

carlossainz55 Such an unbelievable experience to witness Charles and Y/N's journey as a couple. A witness since their first date, the first time Charles introduced her to Ferrari team members, the day Charles told me he was out picking a ring, up to being the first to receive the good news that Y/N said yes. I only wish you guys eternal moments of love, happiness, and peace ❤️

And before the entire grid comes at me for this, yes I am capable of doing a proper greeting. Thanks.

yourusername hmm, seems like you're doing this to prove something, carlito

charles_leclerc Totally, out of spite carlossainz55 I cannot catch a break from all of you 😐

landonorris Their faces aren't visible

pierregasly Where are our pictures??? carlossainz55 That's it, hard blocking all of you

yourusername

liked by carlossainz55, charles_leclerc, arthurleclerc, and 341,886 others

yourusername maldives with the man i recently got my last name from 🏖️

pierregasly Enjoy, newlyweds ❤️

landonorris Bring me home some shell necklaces

charles_leclerc When did you take that shot of me

yourusername when you were busy saying the stone formation kinda looks like the rock 🥱

charles_leclerc

liked by yourusername, pierregasly, maxverstappen, and 1,290,472 others

charles_leclerc Honeymoon stop 2: Iceland 🏞️ Beautiful place with my beautiful wife.

scuderiaferrari Have fun, Y/N and Charles! ❤️

arthurleclerc Me? An uncle?

yourusername no one said that, arthur 😆

forzacharles i too would wanna travel the world during my honeymoon with my significant other, all i need is a significant other

yourusername

liked by carlossainz55, pierregasly, yourbff, and 432,208 others

yourusername various shots from our many stops. adventures with you surely does not stop here. excited to spend forever with you, charles_leclerc 🤍

landonorris I am expecting my shell necklace any moment now

carlossainz55 Can't even wait for them to unpack?

charles_leclerc Pour toujours et à jamais, mon amour 💋 Forever and always, my love.

lovingleclerc MY FAVEEE COUPLE <3

sainzzlecs my parents exactly

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tagging: @slytherheign, @honethatty12, @siovhanroy

notes: its actually been so long since i did an imagine that's purely ig lmao i find it hard now to not include twitter panels but anyway! i hope you like this anon <3 lmk what u guys think hehe btw reqs for charles imagines are open hehe (pls lend some patience if u send one tho) thank you for reading 🤍

posting next would be the part 3 of split! lmk if anyone wants to be tagged hehe

[justasimpleton-26]

A simple date

(Jason Todd x Reader: MDNI, slightly OOC)

It’d been your sixth date with Jason, and he decided to take you out to the town fair. Smiling and laughing, Jason thought that as the last ride, you should both go on the Ferris wheel. You were a little nervous, as you had a slight fear of heights, but didn’t want to put a damper on the good time you were both having, so you agreed. Once on the ride, you clung on to Jason mostly out of fear, but also because it always amazed you how strong and muscled Jason was. And hot. God, he was hot. The moment the ride let you both off, you dragged Jason away, his playful teasing making you blush. “I wasn’t that scared.” You argued, and Jason relented, pulling you closer to him as he leaned down to kiss you. There was some heckling and some laughter, and for some reason, it caught Jason’s attention. You both looked up to see a guy dressed in t-shirt and jeans and a baseball cap, laughing with his buddies as he took on more picture of the both of you. You blush, feeling embarrassed, but Jason is already pushing you behind him, trying to shield you from their line of sight. “Hey man, that was a private moment you took a picture of. Can you delete that?” Jason asked, and you breathed in relief as Jason was using his words instead of his fists. That relief was short lived, as you heard the guy and his friends laugh, and he showed the screen of the photo he snapped; you and Jason kissing, and then it was the guy’s face in the corner of the picture making a suggestive face. “Yeah, I’m not going to do that. In fact,” he pressed the post button, and the picture posted on one of his social media accounts. Okay, at this point, you were scared for the guy. Jason took a step closer, straightening up his tall six-foot-three frame. Jason had a good three or four inches on the guy, but of course, the guy was with a group of friends, so he was feeling cocky. “I’ll ask you again; take down that photo.” Jason warned, and the guy laughed, slapping his knee as if Jason said the funniest joke he had ever heard. “Make me.” The guy said, as if daring Jason to punch him. And Jason did hear the dare, was ready to cash in on the guy’s words when- “Jason, I want to go home now!” you called out, trying not to make the scene even worse. “You heard that, Jason? You lady wants you to take her home. Put on your big boy pants, and get out of here.” The guy replied mockingly. Jason glared into his soul, and before he could go back to you, the guy dumped his blue slushy all over Jason’s head. At this point, you walked up and grabbed Jason by the arm, pulling him away, and Jason let you, because he knew you were right. He knew it was wrong to beat the life out of this man, but Jason was also very anxious to get home, opening the door for you to get in his truck, and sliding the key to his ignition, the truck rumbling to life. The drive back was met in silence, and you looked over, trying to read Jason’s face. Blue liquid clung to his forehead and face, and you reached the glove compartment and grabbed some napkins, careful to wipe his face off. “I didn’t want you fighting anyone. I know you’re capable of holding your own, but I just didn’t want you to get hurt.” You told him, and he looked at you, his features softening as he gazed upon you. “I’m not mad at you. It’s just…I struggle with my temper. Especially when that guy…but yeah. I didn’t want to ruin the night, and the night got ruined anyway.” He chuckled, awkwardly. “Not true. I had a great time with you.” You replied, and he leaned over to give you a quick kiss as he pulled to a stop at the red light. “Mm, plus you taste like blue raspberries.”

When you both get home, you head over to the bedroom while Jason wanders off to shower, and you fall back on the bed, flicking on the lamp. You almost have a heart attack as you see a guy standing in the corner wearing a blue and black suit, a mask on his face.

Jason had already taken the post down on his phone before he even got in his truck to drive Y/N back to their house. He could feel anxiety churning at his stomach though; if Tim was scouring through the web like he usually did, it wouldn’t take long to find that fucking picture. Or the location. Jason had gone into hiding two years back, and hadn’t reached out to any members of the BatFamily. He’d done it for some distance, but mostly for himself. It was time that Jason’s main focus was on himself rather than the never ending dramas that were held in the Manor, in the Batcave, in Gotham. Taking a step out of the shower, Jason decides to let off some steam and going out to hunt the guy that took that picture. As he wiped the water off himself, and wrapped a towel around his hips, he turned and froze, seeing someone lean against the door frame of the bathroom door. “Showering with the door open? You’ve gotten real comfortable with this girl.” Timothy Drake says, geared in his Red Robin suit. “What the hell are you doing here?” Jason asks instead, and Tim falters for a bit, before perking right up. “I finally found you! You were off grid pretty well for the last two years, but I never stopped scouring the internet for any tryp of whereabouts for you. Come to find out that you’re here in Noweheresvill, USA with a really cute girl.” Tim replied, smiling at Jason. Jason ran a hand though his damp hair, glaring at the ground. “So what’s the cute girl’s name? How did she react when you told her you’re Red Hood-“ “Tim, can you not? I haven’t told her that I’m Red Hood because I haven’t found a need to.” Jason interrupted, causing Tim to frown. “But you did tell her what you use to do right? You did talk to her about your family, right?” Tim asked, and Jason shook his head, causing Tim to go pale. “Oh…then she’s probably not going to take it well.” “What do you mean by that? You came alone, right-hey! Where are you running off to?” Jason cried out, chasing after him. They headed to the room where you and Jason slept together, the door slamming open, and Jason swears as he sees his older brother Dick Grayson in his Nightwing suit sitting on a chair across the bed where a very much freaked out Y/N sat, clutching a pillow to her chest. “Jay, these people,” your eyes flicked to the other brightly suited up person, “they say that they know you, is that true?” Jason sighed, as he glared at Dick and Tim. “It’s kind of a long story but firstly,” To Dick and Tim, “can you both get the fuck out so I can at least get dressed?” And like nothing, they dip out of the room, heading to wait for Jason and Y/N in the living room. Jason looks at you for a long time, wondering how the hell he was going to explain all of this to you.

[silaswritesthings]

MORE SCARA X YANDERE! FEM! READER OLEASE‼️‼️

Summary: You wish you could wish Wanderer a happy birthday but how could you without revealing the extensive research you performed on his background to be able to possess sensitive information such as his birthdate?

Starring: Wanderer/Scaramouche

Genre: Yandere,

Warnings: stalking, reader is a Yandere

Author’s note: i get really happy when i get asks so thank you sm!! I would’ve posted this yesterday but life happens. Enjoy!!

Word count: 1.3k

A good book remains a good book whether it’s displayed before the eyes of the most respected curators of the world or among millions of books in a local library. To you, Wanderer was a good book. He was an arrangement of words and colours, brought together to form his masterpiece that he kept hidden under pages of silence and mystery.

There was nobody who knew of him who felt like they knew enough, and among those people was you; who knew the most about him but not enough. It would never be enough.

“What will it be this time?” Wanderer said from beside you. “Psychology, true crime or crime fiction?”

You wanted to be a bit greedy, to keep him in a decorative box in your room only for your eyes to see. Why? Because Wanderer was beautiful; beautiful in the way he handed you your library books as you checked them out like he was giving you treasures beyond human imagination. He was beautiful in the way he spoke about various things he’s read about, sometimes his voice would lull you into a trance during the entirety of his rants about the lack of historical accuracy in fiction, and you would hang onto every single one of his words until the sudden snap of his fingers bring you back to reality.

He was too perfect, therefore Wanderer was uncontainable. So much that you wished to contain him. For the time being, you could only do that by taking pictures of him while he wasn’t looking.

“Surprise me.” You said after feigning contemplation. You leaned against the shelf behind you and waited to see what he would do next.

He narrowed his eyes. “No.”

“But I want to extend my reading palate.” You challenged. He watched you for a second and another before sighing and asking you to follow him and so you did.

Upon your arrival in another library section, Wanderer had presented you with two recommendations; with one book in each hand he began to explain the contents of both books.

His voice was quiet, as expected since you were in a library, but you did not miss the way his voice would lower whenever someone walked by. You noticed a long time ago that Wanderer was a very private person but you didn't think there was anything wrong with your display of affection, it was only admiring someone with limited boundaries. He did, however, have rather strict boundaries and you knew there must be some you've violated or crossed by now, you've been stalking him… No, you've been watching him. Admiring him. You like him so you're more observant with him than with others, because he's interesting. Is this how he sees it as well?

“The latter sounds very interesting.” You said, after he concluded his explanation, pushing down your moral dilemma. He hummed in acknowledgment and pushed the book against your chest as he walked past you to return to the front of the library, but just before your shoulders brushed he paused, regarding you with a gaze you couldn't perceive.

“Are you free this evening?”

Your heart leaped to your throat and you were unable to think of an appropriate reply; I always have time for you- no, that sounds too desperate. What about ‘time with you is time well spent’- no, that's too artificial!

“Yes- I mean- sure, yeah.” You glared at the ground because your anxiety was very easy to pick up on. Your thoughts shifted from your embarrassment to the pressure on your chest decreasing, Wanderer had let go of the book and was making his way to the front of the library. His ears were bright red and you wished you hadn't forgotten your camera at home that morning.

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Pictures of Wanderer in various places and scenarios were scattered all over your bedroom walls, each picture was surrounded by at least two sticky notes with your thoughts and observations concerning the picture written down in the neatest handwriting you could muster.

There was the picture of Wanderer when he first started working at the library, his shoulders were sunken as if there was an invisible force weighing him down. The two notes accompanying this picture pointed out how this was a week after he moved here, and the fatui were rumoured to have increased their activity because they were in search of someone.

You scanned a few other shots from that day, the urge to just watch the original surveillance video from the day was difficult to overcome. Not Nearly as difficult as it was to gather all the information you had on Wanderer, from how he had been running from the fatui: a Snezhnayan organisation deeply rooted in the political and economic systems of various nations, to how he was of inazuman origins and closely related to the Raiden Shogun- but you didn't know how. Not yet, at least.

Your wondering thoughts halted when you came across a picture you took the previous week; Wanderer looking directly into the camera with an irritated expression. You couldn’t fight off your smile, it was the first time you had taken a picture of him with his consent and this was progress. You treasured this picture because it was evidence of how far your relationship with him had come. Will he allow you to take more pictures of him like this? Or even better, will he open up to you about his past soon?

Speak of the devil, your phone rang and when the screen flashed on, the caller ID belonged to Wanderer and so you picked up.

“Hello?”

“Is there anything you’re allergic to?” No time for formalities, this was the Wanderer you knew and loved.

“Not any that I know of.”

“Great, then let’s agree to meet in 40 minutes.” Wanderer said, but you knew this was only him being considerate of you- or at least you assumed as much, because you could hear the hum of various conversations in the background. He definitely wasn’t home.

“That’s perfect,” you said, but your voice had quieted as you scanned his pictures in your room. How would he react if he found out about this… quality of yours? Would he be upset? Would he hate you? Those possibilities could scare anyone, but you’ve found yourself being drawn to all of Wanderers reactions whether good or bad. What you really disliked was no reactions from him at all- or perhaps dislike was too strong a word; could you really dislike anything about him?

Your gaze shifted to a picture you contemplated burning because of how terrible it looked, you had taken it in a rush but despite the terrible quality, it grew on you just because it was Wanderer. There was no need for better reasoning, that was more than enough.

Wanderer’s voice had softened when it filtered through the previously quiet line. “What’s on your mind?”

You hummed as you mulled over your response, “I’m just wondering if there was any special reason you wanted to hang out today.” By now, your attention had shifted to the middle of the wall beside your door where you had stuck a note written in bold black letters ‘3rd of Jan’: his birthday. Today. He hadn’t told anyone the real date of his birth, probably because he was trying to hide his previous identity as ‘the balladeer’ but no Information about him would ever be out of reach for you.

“There’s no special reason,” he mumbled. “Just felt like spending time with a friend today.”

The corners of your mouth tilted, his voice had always sounded pretty and no matter how many times you heard it you would never get tired of it.

“Then allow me to get prepared.” You finally said, ignoring the flutter in your chest.

“I trust that you’ll be here on time, 34 minutes left.” His voice was back to being monotone and sarcastic.

This filled you with amusement, and you decided to tease, “You trust me?”

He went quiet for a second and another, then finally he replied. “I always have.” He ended the call.

You held your phone to your chest as you gazed at his pictures again and thought, would he still trust you after seeing your room like this?

It didn’t matter. Even if he didn’t know you knew… Happy birthday, Wanderer <3

[venusxsturnio]

✧.* 𝒟𝐸𝒥𝒜 𝒱𝒰 ✧.* - Olivia Rodrigo

EP.1.PILOT

PAIRINGღ matt x ex!black!fem!reader!influencer

SUMMARYღ matt and y/n, were the perfect couple. until everything started to go downhill for them. the secrets, the lies, the gaslighting. It became too much for y/n. 8 1/2 months later...here we are.

FROM VENUSღ i think this is going to be big. it's very SpOnTaNeOuS*+:｡.｡i hope you guys like it. i plan on making it a series (p.s. it's a slow burn so be PATIENT! :)

WARNINGSღ cursing...use of the word babe/baby...soft kisses

proofread!

FLASHBACK...

POV: 3RD PERSON

y/n and matt were standing at y/n's favorite concession stand ordering her favorite snack. y/n shivered as if she was cold, so matt took off his jacket and offered to swap with her just because he loved her. y/n laughed at the sight of matt wearing her sweater that was way to small for him.

trading jackets laughing bout how small it looks on you

REALITY...

matt was awoken from his trance by his girlfriend megan. they were standing at the exact same concession stand, ordering the same food, doing the same things. "Baby...I'm cold" megan said shivering from the cold breeze that was passing by. matt focused his attention onto his girlfriend, as he proceeded to remove his jacket, and offered it to her. they swapped jackets and megan laughed a little at the sight of how small her jacket was on him. matt laughed, but not like megan. instead, he tried to hide it. the fact that he was reminiscing about his ex, and how they were doing the same things. especially about how he missed her these past few weeks but he was quickly snapped out of his thoughts once again by his girlfriend handing him his food.

REALITY...

the couple made their way to the nearest ferris wheel, they paid their ticket to enter the ride. they sat down and the ride started. matt stared out the window until he felt his girlfriends hand being placed on his leg. "Are you okay?" megan asked with a bit of sympathy in her voice and she grabbed his hand to comfort him. "Yeah...I'm fine." he gave her a soft smile before giving her a quick peck on the forehead. "C'mon let's take a picture.." megan suggested to matt. he smiled as they both got into their poses. they took their picture and she posted it of course, showing off matt once again. he hated that. he wanted to keep their relationship private but megan didn't agree. she wanted to let everyone know about their relationship, either she bragged about him to her friends or she bragged about it on social media.

matt looked at megan with a soft face, she brought her hand up to his cheek and caressed it slowly. she started to lean in but matt zoned out once again.

i bet she's bragging to all her friends saying your so unique

FLASHBACK...

matt was in the same spot as before, but with y/n. she brought her hand up to his face and started leaning in. matt leaned in too. their lips smashed together. the kiss was lengthy. matt was soon brought back to reality by them parting from the kiss...

REALITY...

the ride came to a stop as matt and megan exited the ride. "That was fun!" megan claimed. matt just gave her a soft smile as they kept walking towards the exit of the theme park. they eventually made it to the parking lot. they got into the car as matt started it. they pulled out and got on the road. the car ride was silent until megan started yappin about this video she saw on tiktok. "Babe..can I go to vidcon with you guys this weekend. My favorite tiktoker is gonna be there. I really wanna meet her!" matt looked over at her. "yea of course" he smiled as he looked back at the road.

FLASHBACK...

y/n and matt sat in the car vibing to her favorite song when she turned down the music to ask him "Hey are we still up for Vidcon this weekend?" y/n asked. "Of course. Wouldn't miss it for the world. Especially now that your going.." a smirk appeared on the corner of matt's face. y/n playfully rolled her eyes while turning the music back up...

so when you gonna tell her, that we did that too

REALITY...

"matt! where are you going you just passed by the house?!" matt realized he passed right by the house and he hit a hard U-turn. "sorry, i wasn't thinking" he said breathing hard "did you even hear what i said?!" he opened his mouth to say something but nothing came to mind. "so you mean to tell me, you haven't been listening to me this whole time?!" matt slightly rolled his eye at the thought of her complaining. he hated that about her. every chance she got she'd always complain about something he wasn't doing. y/n never did that, y/n appreciated everything he did for her even if he just got her a bottle of water from the fridge or ran her bath water for her.

megan just kept rambling on about how he never listens to her at all. as they pulled into the garage matt took his seat belt off and faced his girlfriend. "look. ill take you to vidcon with us to see your favorite TikToker, ok?" he gave her a reassuring smile, megan looked at him and smiled "okay" they got out of the car and started walking in the house, they went up to their room, took showers and got ready to end the night. they got ready to lay down and megan started singing a song... it was y/ns favorite song. matt looked at her with wide eyes. "what" megan said looking at him confused "it's nothing" he said shaking his head as he turned the lamp off and headed to bed.

do you get deja vu huh?

FROM VENUSღ hey guys! hope you enjoyed this little chapter...i really want to make this a series but should i? anyways...don't forget that my dm's are always open if you guys have any suggestions or ideas!

[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

Picture prompt masterlist #7!! You and H just finished fucking and he takes a picture to post on his close friends but her accidentally posts it to his main and quickly deletes it, but the thought of him knowing that people saw it and he just got fucked makes him kinda horny again and you tell him to turn his phone off or smth like that🥺

What a good idea! I love it!!! Hope you like the blurb! Thanks for the inspo 🫶🏻

You were catching your breath after you’d finished riding Harry’s cock. You were smiling as he peppered kisses all over your bare chest and neck. Your pussy occasionally pulsing around him since he was still buried inside you.

“Fuck that was so good…” You hummed and then kissed the side of his head, “Did it get bigger while you were away?” You asked jokingly and he chuckled.

“Nuh-uh, that’s all you, baby. So fucking tight thought I might have to stretch you out f’me all over again. Like way back then.” He said and you sighed out a little laugh.

“Wow…those were the days…” you hummed and he nodded.

“Baby?”

“Hmmm?”

“Wanna do a post-coitus portrait with me?” He asked lowly, right up against your throat and you giggled at his question and bit your lip as you pulled him out from your neck by the hair.

“Like a saucy picture?” You asked with a curious and delighted grin and he hummed and nodded yes. “Yeah, let’s do it.” You agreed easily and he smiled at you before holding you against him with one arm while leaning over to the bedside table and grabbing his phone and you watched as he actually opened up his instagram. “Wait? On social media?! You dirty, little slut!” You teased with a playful and shocked tone and he smiled bashfully at his screen.

“Yes.” He said simply as he slid over to his story. His dimple carved deeply into his cheek as he continued smiling at his reflection now. He was so pretty to look at you and you sighed dreamily in his arms. He raised the phone a bit more so that it was level with your mouths. “Kiss me. Right on my cheek.” He instructed and you smiled and leaned in. You puckered your lips and smooched him, holding still as he wiped the smile off his mouth and snapped the picture. “That’s nice.” He mused, “Do you like it?”

“Yeah. Actually I do. Gonna post it?” You asked as he looked it over a bit more.

“Can I?” He asked you and you shrugged with a smile.

“I don’t mind.” You assured.

“OK.” He hummed as he started to type something, “How’s that?” He asked and you grinned as you read his little caption: Making up for lost time 🐇🐇❤️‍🔥

“Cheeky boy.” You chuckled and watched as he pressed post and locked his phone. “H.”

“Yes, baby?”

“You posted that on your story.”

“I know.” He chuckled and then you laughed.

“No, like your regular story! Not private!” You alerteded him and his smile dropped and his eyes grew wide in concern.

“Are you sure?” He asked.

“YES! I’m positive! Hurry up and take it down!” You urged and he grabbed his phone quickly and unlocked it.

“Oh, shit…shit, shit, shit, shit!” He cursed as he saw that it already had nearly 300 views, he saved it and then deleted it quickly, but he knew the damage was done. His fans acted fast. He then reuploaded it to his private and locked his phone. “Fuck, I’m sorry that’s going to be everywhere… fuck.”

“It’s OK, It’s just a kiss on the cheek, yeah? And well, the caption’s a little spicy but it’s tasteful.” You assured and he chuckled and shook his head.

“I think you’re enjoying this…”

“A little…I don’t often get to claim you publicly. It kind of turns me on.” You said softly and he grinned.

“Me too.” He grinned back and you giggled.

“Yeah, I can tell.” You said softly as you ground down against him, “Got so hard so fast.” You said and clenched your walls and he moaned into your neck.

“What if we record an audio?”

“Please put your phone down before you butt-dial your mom or something…” you advised and he chuckled.

“Fine. Fine.” He agreed and tossed his phone to the empty side of the bed. You smiled as you draped your arms around his shoulders and slightly raised your hips before lowering them back into his and he smiled at you through hazy and lust-filled eyes. “Good girl, fuck me.”

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[megalony]

Hidden Truths- Part 2

Here is the next part of my Jonah Hauer-King series, I hope you all like it. Feedback is always amazing.

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Summary: Jonah's wife is a well kept secret from the rest of the world, they like their privacy and anonymity. Especially with a baby on the way. But their privacy is threatened when a stalker starts to invade Jonah's private life.

Enjoy.

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Resting her head in her hands, (Y/n) let her nails scratch into her skin and tangled her fingers in her hair, pulling the roots so much she could feel a few hairs pulling loose.

What was she going to do?

She didn't want to read it. Whatever the letter said, (Y/n) knew it wasn't going to be anything good and she didn't want to upset herself by giving in and letting whoever it was get beneath her skin like this. But if she didn't and she just threw it in the bin, she couldn't ignore the whole situation and wish it would go away. There could be a direct threat on the page this time and throwing it away would be create an air of danger.

This couldn't carry on any longer, this was the third letter she had gotten and after four persistent messages on two different social media platforms, (Y/n) had to change her settings. No strangers could send messages or pictures or even comment on anything she posted. Only close friends and family could get through to her but she knew it wasn't going to be enough.

With a sharp tug to her hair, (Y/n) groaned before she reached forward and grabbed the letter with haste. This was the last one she was going to read, the third and final threat she was going to make herself look at before she threw any more in the bin and put a stop to this one way or another.

Pictures.

It was just an envelope full of different pictures. All of them were of (Y/n). Pictures of her out walking the street, getting coffee with her mum, days she had gone to dinner or scan appointments with Jonah but he was cropped out of the photos completely. They all looked recent, within the last month but none of them were from the last two weeks.

Except one, the only one that (Y/n)'s face and stomach were scratched out of and highlighted rouge.

(Y/n) wasn't sure what made her turn the picture over but when she did, her nails punctured into the paper and she manically tore it to shreds. She didn't stop, didn't blink and didn't breathe until the picture was torn into tiny remnants like flakes of snow falling to the ground.

On the back had been three little words in black biro, written so neatly and precisely that it was unnerving.

YOU'RE NOT SAFE.

(Y/n) moved to press both hands to her mouth like she was trying to smother herself as tears blurred her eyes. She snapped her eyes shut to block out the image of at least ten different photos of herself that she didn't even know had been taken. Someone had been following her. They had taken away her privacy and snapped photos of her in the streetm in plain view of her and everyone else and she didn't even know about it.

Someone was angry at her for living her life and for who she was living it with. How was that fair? They didn't know (Y/n) or Jonah or anything about them other than the fact that they were married. But they had taken it upon themselves to try and haunt (Y/n) and scare her and why? What was it going to achieve for them?

They couldn't see her reaction to these letters, they knew she wasn't going to make a fuss or post anything on social media to demand that they stop. They were getting off on presuming she was scared, and they were right.

Her palms didn’t smother the whining cry that left her lips, no matter how forcefully she pressed her hands to her mouth or how she contorted her body to fold in on itself.

Someone was watching her. They thought their anger towards (Y/n) gave them every right to watch her, take photos of her and send her horrid, cruel words in the post and online. As if they had a claim on Jonah himself and were trying to protect him with everything they had.

Her head started to spin like a washing machine, tumbling around all the thoughts of what this person had done and what they wanted from her. What did they think they were going to achieve? Did this person truly believe that terrifying (Y/n) would overpower just how much she loved Jonah and that she would leave him because someone told her to? She wasn't going to leave her husband because someone was jealous.

This wasn’t fair.

Why would someone think this was an acceptable thing to do? Why would sending her worrying posts and letters and spying on her be a rightful thing to do when this person claimed they were doing it for Jonah's sake? This wasn’t something people did when they admired an actor or a celebrity or any person in general. It wasn't okay to do this.

(Y/n) moved her hands to cover her entire face and smother her eyes but the tears kept on falling and her body continued to shake.

Before she registered what she was doing, (Y/n) reached out on the table and grabbed the glass of juice she put there earlier. With all her might and fury, she launched the glass down against the floor with a force she didn't know she had. The glass splintered and shattered against the floor before spreading out like water from a sprinkler, scattering around her feet, beneath the table and stretching as far as the kitchen.

She didn't know what to do with herself. She didn't know whether to find something else to smash or to rip apart every picture that was laid out on the table or to just sit and scream until her lungs collapsed.

Pushing away from the table, (Y/n) took two steps before she gave in and slumped down to her knees, feeling a few small shards of glass crunch beneath her knees and the spilt juice soak up into her leggings. She grabbed a large chunk of glass and tossed it at the far wall that separated the dining room from the kitchen before tossing another, and another.

Instead of throwing the next piece she grabbed, (Y/n) clenched it in her fist and let out a scream. She could feel the tears cascading down her face and the adrenaline burning in her stomach that was shifting and churning from the baby sparking to life.

"(Y/n)?!"

Oh God, Jonah was home early.

"Baby where are you? Why are you screaming?!" Jonah's petrified eyes darted around the hallway as he kicked the front door shut behind him.

He barely got his key in the door before he heard something breaking but (Y/n)'s scream sent bolts of lightning up and down his back and made him cringe. What on Earth had happened while he had been gone? He had only been a few hours, no more than three, he was sure.

He stumbled to a stop in the kitchen before cautiously and slowly padding into the dining room.

Glass was sprinkled all over the floor along with streaks of juice, but (Y/n) was sat right in the middle of it like an explosion had happened all around her.

He didn't like the redness surrounding her eyes or the tears freely streaming down her face, but the fact that she wasn't holding her stomach or crippled over in agony calmed him down just a little. It wasn't something to do with the baby, at least, it didn't look like that was the problem and that was a weight off his tense shoulders.

But (Y/n) was barely breathing and she looked like she was in shock, but the glass told Jonah it was rage overcoming his wife. It took a lot for (Y/n) to lose her temper, a lot more than it would for Jonah to lose his and that meant whatever was wrong, was bad.

"Sweetheart, I don't want you sitting in the glass like this, can I move you?"

When Jonah cautiously slipped his hands beneath (Y/n)'s arms, he was relieved she stayed motionless and let him pull her up to her feet. He didn't want her surrounded by glass like this, she was going to hurt herself if she hadn't already and that was the last thing he wanted.

With a quick look around, Jonah scooted an arm around her lower waist before nudging her in front of him. His chest glued to her back and he guided her through into the kitchen, looking around to make sure there was no glass or other surprises in here too.

(Y/n) wasn't talking to him, she wasn't uttering one word and he didn't like it.

Her eyes looked void, like (Y/n) wasn't really in her mind or in her body anymore. It was like she had drifted and left her body behind.

Jonah brushed his hand across her arms, her torso and down over her knees, shaking off any little pieces of glass that might have become stuck on his wife before he gently cupped her face. He tilted her head up to look at him and the small movement seemed to bring (Y/n) back to him.

He watched with eager yet bewildered eyes as (Y/n) unclenched her fists and a piece of glass dropped to the floor with a light clang. There was a small smear of blood on her palm but it didn't look at all deep or extensive which was a relief. She couldn't have been holding it that tightly. Her other hand shakily moved up to grip Jonah's wrist before she leaned into his hand and closed her eyes for a few seconds.

Jonah didn’t understand what was happening but he needed (Y/n) to talk to him, for the past two weeks she had been worried about something and it was starting to scare him. He knew she didn't think he had caught on to her worries but he could always see the little changes and shifts in her moods. Something was amiss and he wanted to know what it was.

"Sweetheart, I don't understand what's happened. Will you talk to me, please?"

He couldn't help if he didn't know what was wrong, he needed (Y/n) to say something, to tell him everything was okay or that everything was wrong. Just some indication of their current situation would be a blessing to him.

(Y/n) could feel her lungs tensing and closing off and her throat started to tighten until she couldn’t breathe at all. Tears burned her eyes and blurred the perfect image of Jonah in front of her until he was a mess of colours in front of her like a perfect picture being blurred by droplets of rain.

"Baby please…" Jonah couldn't keep begging her for the answer, she had to talk to him.

But when a torrential downpour of tears flooded her face and her breaths started to get shallow and fast, Jonah's shoulders sagged completely.

He hated whenever (Y/n) would suffer a panic attack, just watching her in any state of distress always made Jonah's heart break and sometimes he would cry too, even if he didn't know why she was upset. He could feel his own eyes watering already at the state she was in.

Turning them round, Jonah nudged (Y/n) backwards until she was pressed into the kitchen counter and he was stood in front of her, resting between her legs. Both his hands cupped the top of her neck and jaw and he smoothed his thumbs up over her lower lip, trying to encourage her to keep breathing with him. He could feel her shudder when his lips pressed against her burning temple and it was comforting when he felt (Y/n)'s hands gripping his biceps.

She was trying to ground herself to him like she was telling herself that he was real and right here in front of her.

"Everything's okay baby, copy me and breathe with me."

When (Y/n) slowly started to breathe better and try to copy Jonah's breathing, he pulled back a little until he could wrap one arm around her back and hold her against his chest. He tangled his other hand in her hair and gently kissed the top of her head a few more times until he felt (Y/n) tightly wrapping her arms around his waist and burrowing herself into his chest as much as she could with her stomach in the way.

“Baby, can you tell me what upset you?” He tried to look down at (Y/n) but she burrowed into him tighter until he could feel her rapid, uneven breaths forcing into his chest like she was trying to give his lungs her oxygen.

Jonah slowly started to card his fingers through (Y/n)’s hair to keep her calm and he pressed his lips to the top of her head again, breathing against her skin. He felt his heart calming down just a little when (Y/n)'s hands stopped scratching into his back and her touch was no longer desperate and tense. Her fingers relaxed against him and he could feel her begin to move her fingertips up and down his back and not just dig them into him instead.

"Good girl,"

When she felt like she could finally breathe without having to think about holding her breath, (Y/n) tilted her head up until her chin propped up against Jonah's chest and she was staring up into his dark blue eyes.

"T-there's something on the table, will you go take a look?" She watched the way Jonah's brows furrowed and his head ticked to the side in confusion. she could see the wheels turning in his mind, trying to work out whether this was relevant or if it was just a distraction from what had really upset her.

"Why, what is it?"

"Please?"

He kissed her forehead again before he nodded, mumbling a quiet 'okay' against her skin before he unravelled his arms from her and backtracked into the dining room.

(Y/n) took a second to wipe the tears from her face before she turned around and wrenched open the DIY drawer. The two letters were stuffed in the very back where (Y/n) had tried to forget about them and Jonah luckily hadn't found them yet. It was time to tell him, she had to tell him what was going on so she didn't keep worrying him. She needed his help before something bad happened.

"Where did you get these? Has someone sent them? What are they for?"

He didn't understand.

Jonah walked back through to the kitchen, the envelope and pictures gripped tightly in his hands. Why was there a bunch of pictures of (Y/n) on the table? She hadn't taken them, that was evident and she wasn't posing in the pictures. She wasn't smiling at the person holding the camera or waving or acknowledging them at all. Someone had been taking pictures of her and Jonah couldn't understand why.

He knew (Y/n) like the back of his hand, always had done since he was fifteen. He knew she wasn't one for having her picture taken, not unless she was in a group photo or posing with him. She didn't like people taking her picture without her permission and there were no photos of (Y/n) online, they both had seen to that.

"I've gotten some letters too, here." (Y/n) held the crumpled envelopes out to Jonah but he didn't take them. He was still looking between her and the photos like he was waiting for a secret message to appear.

"Why, I don't get what you're trying to tell me sweetheart."

"Just read them."

It took a few dreaded moments for Jonah to read and comprehend what he was looking at but when he looked at the scratched out photos accompanying them, (Y/n) saw it. She saw the blazing inferno coming to life in his eyes and the tint of red that glistened up his neck and across his cheeks and the vein that throbbed horribly in his neck like it was about to pop.

Anger was never an emotion (Y/n) saw cross her husband's face, he was the epitome of calm and collected.

Not anymore.

Rage was the only thing Jonah could see, hear and comprehend. It was all he could understand and fury was the only thing he could feel from deep down in the pit of his gut right up to the blood fluttering around in his head.

"When did you get these?"

"Last week, a-and when you left for your interview."

"And you didn't tell me?"

He saw the way (Y/n) cringed and it made a small part of him soften, but not enough to cool down his hardened exterior or the anger filtering through his veins. She should have told him. The moment he came home she should have thrown the letter at him and explained that someone was trying to threaten her. She should have shouted and screamed and begged Jonah to do something.

He would have left then and there to find out who did this and get it sorted. He would do anything for (Y/n), he would run to the end of the Earth and back if she asked him to. She could make him go down on his knees and beg for mercy, anything (Y/n) wanted, Jonah would do for her.

"I didn't want to worry you, I… I thought it was some kind of sick joke. I haven't noticed anyone following me or taking pictures-"

"(Y/n) they've threatened you." His voice had never been so stern and it sent shockwaves coursing through (Y/n)'s stomach. "If something like this happens you have to tell me, I can't protect you if I don't know what's going on. It's my job to worry about you, do you understand me?"

He couldn't look at her for long, his eyes wouldn't tear away from the pictures he was holding. The pictures that were turning his blood to simmering oil and made his stomach churn like he was going to be sick.

Someone was threatening (Y/n), his (Y/n), his wife. He couldn't have that, no one had the right to do that and he wouldn't let it continue. But Jonah needed (Y/n) to understand that she had to tell him about something like this. She had to let him know what was worrying her because he wanted to protect her and look after her, it was all he wanted to do in life. He couldn't do that if he didn't have all the facts. If (Y/n) kept him in the dark he would walk around blind to any problems happening to her.

"They know about her,"

There was something so crippling about the torment in Jonah's voice, it felt like a knife cutting through (Y/n)'s heart. He sounded so wounded.

All the rage building up inside of him seemed to leak out along with his energy until his shoulders were slumped and his head was hung down, allowing his broken eyes to focus on (Y/n)'s stomach. It was like a beacon calling out to him until he gave in and crossed the small distance between them, his palms reaching out for her tummy. He was aching to feel her moving and wriggling because nothing would satisfy him until his daughter was in his arms where he could protect her.

"Nobody knows about her, and if they're taking pictures of you they might try and approach you."

Jonah had put all of their close friends and family under strict instructions as soon as they announced the pregnancy. Nobody could post about it online. No one. Not either of their parents or siblings or friends. They could be involved and have scan photos and updates but they couldn't tell the rest of the world. When (Y/n) had a baby shower last month Jonah made sure nobody posted anything about it.

He wanted this to be for them, this was their family and the rest of the world didn't need to know the specifics.

Jonah had a dream in his mind, just like he had seen other actors do, he wanted to keep this pregnancy from the world and let people slowly find out. They could know when they saw him pushing a pram in the street or cradling his baby in his arms or taking her out to school. No one would know her birthday or her name or what she looked like, not unless in the future he or (Y/n) decided to post pictures and talk about her.

After she was born, Jonah was only going to confirm her birth in interviews, he wouldn't divulge any information other than he had a child who he adored more than the world itself. That was it.

Someone out there was threatening that privacy he was desperate to build around his family.

"What are you doing?" (Y/n) couldn't stop her hands from latching around Jonah's upper arm which she pulled against her chest like it was her lifeline and he was trying to take it away from her.

"We're going to the police."

"Jonah, baby can't we-"

"(Y/n), sweetheart, I can't physically do anything about this, not without letting it slip that I'm married and I won't tolerate the thought of someone trying to hurt you. Either of you. They haven't approached you yet, that doesn't make you safe and I need you both safe. You're my world."

They had kept their daughter a secret for eight months now, Jonah needed this last month to be private so she could be born safe and unknown to the rest of the world. They needed their privacy and to have that, they needed to be safe.

The only thing Jonah could do was post something on social media and make it clear that he was married, very much in love with his wife and would not tolerate people trying to threaten and scare her like this. And he wasn't willing to lose their privacy to make a statement that he didn't think would make an impact on the sick person sending these letters.

He needed to go to the police. They could find fingerprints on the letters or have people check on the house or at the very least, have it on file that someone was stalking (Y/n).

But he had to do something.

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Turning her head, (Y/n) nuzzled her face deeper into the cushion and pulled the blanket tighter around her shoulders until it was tucked up just beneath her nose.

She had been trying to fall asleep for the last hour but without Jonah here it was impossible, even just for an afternoon nap like this. Her body felt tired so she laid down but her mind wouldn't switch off and then the baby would wake up and make it her mission to keep (Y/n) awake. It was like she was in a silent protest, demanding Jonah be around if they were going to go to sleep.

It felt like too much effort to drag herself up the stairs to lay down in bed so (Y/n) just grabbed a blanket and slumped herself down on the sofa instead.

Besides, it would be tea time soon and she had been hungry for a while now but tried to hold herself off until tea time. She wasn't sure what time Jonah would be back, he never said but whenever he got back, he would be hungry too. If he was at a promotional event or an interview like he was today, (Y/n) always plated up some dinner for him and he would have it whenever he got back.

With the tv on low in the background, (Y/n) could feel her mind slowly starting to relax again and fall into the arms of slumber.

A sudden noise jolted her awake again and her system kickstarted when a harsh kick from in her stomach made her groan.

Smoothing her hand over her stomach, (Y/n) slowly moved to sit up, nudging the blanket off her frame as she tried to work out what the sound had been. What had woken her up? It wasn't the front door, it hadn't been a knocking sound and it wouldn't be Jonah, she knew it was far too early for him to be home from an interview so soon.

Maybe a something had fallen off the draining board in the kitchen or maybe it was that dreaded cat outside again from next door's garden. It was forever mooching about outside.

The sound of glass shattering sent (Y/n)'s heart lurching up into her throat and her fingers dug into her stomach. She held her breath as every muscle in her body went horribly stiff and still. (Y/n) didn't dare move an inch and for a few dreaded seconds, she thought she was going to faint from holding her breath.

What the Hell was that?

For a brief moment or two, (Y/n) closed her eyes and prayed. She prayed it was not what she thought it was. She prayed it was just a glass toppling into the sink and subsequently smashing, but deep down she knew it wasn't.

When a persistent thudding noise started to rattle through the house, (Y/n) forced herself to become unstuck.

She wobbled onto unsteady legs, binding an arm around her waist as her free hand fumbled to grab her phone from the coffee table.

Someone was at the back door.

Everything felt like it was working in slow motion. (Y/n) couldn't stop the shaking that overtook her body as she hurried from the living room towards the stairs. She didn't dare turn and look down the hallway or sneak one glance towards the kitchen, frightened of what sight she would be faced with if she did.

Hardly any air filtered into her lungs that felt like popped balloons in her chest as she ascended up the stairs. Phone in hand, (Y/n) tried to see through her tears until she managed to click on Jonah's number.

If she wasn't pregnant she wouldn't even bother trying to ring Jonah when he was doing an interview or some kind of press event, it wouldn't be worth the hassle of ringing and ringing persistently and getting no answer. Being eight months pregnant meant circumstances were different. Jonah told both his manager and (Y/n) that she could call him at any time, for any reason. He needed her to be able to get hold of him even if he was in an interview, in case there was a problem or she was going into labour.

"Jonah?"

"I'll just get him for you, one minute." (Y/n) knew that voice, it was his manager.

Crossing one leg over the other, Jonah leaned forward in his chair, trying to bite back a smile. But when his eyes happened to glance behind the girl interviewing him, he could feel his lips falling and his eyes narrowed. She was holding out his phone and pointing to it. Someone was phoning him. He always left his phone with his manager so it didn't keep buzzing in his pocket but also so he didn't leave it somewhere and miss an important call.

"I'm so sorry, just one minute." He was already up and out of his seat, spilling excuses with his hands out in apology before he bypassed the cameras and blinding lights to reach out for his phone.

It was (Y/n)'s picture lighting up his screen. Something had to be wrong or amiss for her to ring him now.

"Sweetheart, it's me. Everything okay?"

"Come home! Now!"

Jonah was taken back by her high pitched voice and by how each word was spluttered between ragged breaths like she had been running a mile. Or panicking. He pressed his finger to his free ear and took a few steps away from everyone to try and concentrate but he could already feel the way his heart was jumping out of his chest.

"Baby calm down, tell me what's going on. Are you alright, are you in labour?"

That was the first thing on his mind. Jonah had a sneaking suspicion that whenever (Y/n) went into labour, he wouldn't be there. It would be just their luck that he was out running an errand or doing something promotional like this and (Y/n)'s waters would break without him there. He wanted to be there for every second, he didn't want to miss anything or have it start and him be miles away, racing back to her.

"Jonah please come home… I- I think someone's trying to break in the house."

[yukidragon]

What would Jack act like when he is pushed to the edge and is mad, by the actions of his Sunshine. And what will act like when he is devastated or even having a break down, once again because of his Sunshine.

I think we get hints of how Jack behaves when frustrated in the “no” route. I don’t think Jack would necessarily get explosive with his anger, but more... unhinged. I think the energy would be similar to this classic picture Sauce posted on their twitter way back when.

As a quick reminder, please don’t repost images privately posted on the SnaccPop Studios Patreon. Sauce gave me the green light to use publicly posted images like these as long as I give credit. Respect and support your local artists, folks!

While I’m talking about supporting the original creator, I need to direct everyone to the Something’s Wrong with Sunny Day Jack kickstarter. There’s less than 48 hours left to go! Hurry before you lose your chance at the exclusive rewards, especially the physical prizes and the chance to direct an episode with one of the romantic leads!

Since I’m plugging links, why not check out my SDJ fanfics Sunshine in Hell and Sunshine in Another world? I’d love to hear what you think about my writing!

Now, back to the subject of Jack snapping.

Jack admits to being angry in the example above, but he doesn’t show an angry expression, does he. No, he instead acts more like a disappointed teacher... an unhinged disappointed teacher.

Let’s also look at this classic example of Jack being very... unhappy with someone.

Jack is caught in the characterization of Sunny Day Jack, and Sunny Day Jack would never just... snap. He’s always happy and cheerful, and whenever he’s unhappy he talks things through with the kids at home as a wise and kindly guiding teacher.

Jack might keep trying to wear a smile even when angry. His words come out more poisonous and cutting (pun not intended, but hey I never pass up a good pun). He knows what words a teacher can say to really cut someone so deep that they never recover.

While I’m looking at artwork whose canon nature is dubious at best and more is to get the sense of the spirit of Jack as it were... (Again, pun not intended, but hey I’m on a roll.) Let’s take a look at one of the first pictures of Jack ever made.

Naturally, the line Jack says in the upper part of the image proves that the story has changed since this picture was made. After all, MC doesn’t know who Sunny Day Jack is until after Jack comes into their life in the current game demo.

Given how important MC is to Jack, how he’s centered his entire existence around them due to how much he needs them... I imagine there would be a dissonance with the idea of feeling such a strong negative feeling towards the person who makes him feel love in a way no one else ever has. When a person experiences some form of cognitive dissonance, they need to find a resolution, and sometimes that can lead to... irrational justifications.

We all make mistakes, right? MC just made a mistake... and Jack is there to help them when they make mistakes. He can’t show his unpleasant, unappealing side to his sunshine. He needs to be whatever they want him to be. His very existence depends on it. Plus... he loves them so much. He wants them to be happy.

So Jack will likely try to figure out why his MC is causing him to be angry... and figure out a way to resolve it. Before it got to this point he would’ve tried to talk it through with them and be a guiding force in their life to help them not make the mistake again. After all, MC would never mean to make him angry, right? He didn’t do anything to deserve it. All Jack ever does is for their sake. All he wants is their love and warmth.

Sunny Day Jack isn’t unlovable like Joseph Cullman was.

I don’t think it’s likely Jack will explode into a yelling rage and breakdown crying... at least not while he still has options. Before that happens, I think his sanity will fray to the point of snapping first... and that’s when others will pay the price.

Angry has a time and a place. Jack prefers to be happy. Angry never solves anything. Jack is a problem solver. It’s why he’s there, to solve all of MC’s problems...

How Jack goes about “correcting” the behavior that made him mad, well... that depends on what MC did exactly... and who might have influenced them to behave that way.

If Jack can’t fix it no matter what he does... if he’s caught in the helplessness of his situation with a sunshine who just won’t stop making him feel angry and hopeless despite how much he loves them and wants to make them happy... Then I can see him finally having a breakdown.

It would be Jack with nothing left, not even hope, just a desperate plea in a ball of rage and despair begging MC to just tell him what they want him to do. Whatever it is, he will. Just, please, need him, and don’t forget him.

Jack just wants to love MC and for them to be happy. Why is that so hard?

Why can’t he be truly loved, even as Sunny Day Jack?

If you want to see a heartbreaking interpretation of Jack snapping at MC, I highly recommend this heartbreaking comic by my talented friend Meta. There’s even a video version dubbed by Jack’s official VA, NaughtyMaus that makes it even more of a punch to the heart.

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars

[callsignfate]

You seem off

Day Ten of Writemas/Birthday posts!

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Tw: Talks of loss, toxic mentality, depression, talks and mention of death. Let me know if I've missed any.

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"You seem," she paused, thinking on her words carefully, "spaced out." Her tone was hiding her worry.

"I'll never see them again." Paralyzed with this thought that weighed you down like one thousand bricks. Your tone was flat like you spoke matter-of-factly, hiding the dull pain in the pit of your chest.

"See who?" Kate asked, her tone full of showing concern and confusion.

"It doesn't matter, just a passing thought." You muttered as you picked up the stack of papers and tried to straighten them up by gently tapping them against your desk.

"It does matter. You're off today." Kate's worried eyes looked into yours, searching for the unspoken words you refused to bring into existence. You refused to show anyone struggling, even her.

"Just a passing thought," you explained again, your voice becoming shorter and showing you were done with the conversation. Kate put her hands up in surrender as she left with a frustrated expression.

Working with your wife wasn't always the easiest. You both managed it well or tried to. These past few weeks had been harder; you often left alone while Kate ended up needing to work later or go off to deal with something a flight away. You felt oddly alone, and after losing something, someone you had loved so dearly. Today, it finally hit you, the realization that you would never see them again.

You would never get to hear, touch, or see them again. Not in person, at least. The regrets of the final moments, the final weeks up into their bitter end, were never what you wanted to imagine for them.

You wanted to scream, cry, beg for them to come back. You wanted nothing more than to change the regrets you had playing in your memory over and over. The fake smiles and relentless motions of the day, the job, life, were making every polite response and kind smile harder to muster up.

"Suck it up," you hissed to yourself as you clenched your jaw in annoyance at yourself. You wished your brain would stop relating everything back to them, just for a moment.

You picked up your bag, putting your things in it quickly, as you wanted nothing more than to go home and lay in bed, to mindlessly scroll on your phone or watch some show you could use to distract yourself. You wanted—no, needed a distraction. You needed to stop focusing on the pit in your chest and that constant nagging feeling that weighed down every moment of every day since.

"I'll be home late again," Kate said as she walked over to you. She noticed your hands shoving things into your bag harshly as your eyes seemed empty and unfocused.

"Great, good to know." You snapped out harshly. The moment you realized what you had said and how you had said it, you had added yet another regret to the stack of nearly toppling papers in your mind.

"Shit, fuck—I didn't. I'm sorry." You immediately said, cutting her off as you took a small shaky breath. You begged your mind and emotions just to hold on for a few minutes more so you could get to your reprieve.

"Can you tell me what's wrong? You've barely been eating, you're always asleep when I come home, you've been acting less and less like yourself." Kate said in a hushed tone, standing closer to you to try to keep the conversation private.

You weren't willing to cry in front of the coworkers who were probably already watching you and your wife stand close and speak in hushed whispers. Your half-closed eyes, showing just how exhausted you were, scanned Kate's face carefully before a small sigh escaped your lips reluctantly.

"I realized, I'll never see them again. I never focused on memorizing their voice, their face is becoming harder to picture in my memories. I just wish I had more memories before they died. That's all." You said before finishing packing up your things in your bag with a small shrug.

"Let's go home. We'll curl up on the couch in oversized sweatpants and a comfortable shirt while we watch the same episodes of that show you like." Kate said, and you looked almost shocked. Her soft, sad smile slowly tugged at her lips before she grabbed your bag and your hand.

"Paperwork is guarantied to be here tomorrow, but we aren't. So let's go be lazy for a few hours." Kate said quietly as she pulled you along gently.

The weight of the day, the grief, the regrets, all seemed to lighten a little at her words. Kate's simple gesture, the offer to be lazy together, was a balm to your weary soul. As you walked out of the office hand in hand, you felt a sense of gratitude for the understanding and compassion your wife offered without judgment. The evening ahead promised solace, comfort, and the simple joy of shared moments — a respite from the weight you carried throughout the last few days.

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[massivedrickhead]

Bechloe Week Day 6: Celebrity Scandal

Words: 1732

Notes: Is this any good? I don't know. I wasn't going to write anything for this prompt and then the idea popped into my head so I wrote it out in a couple of hours and figured I might as well post it.

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“Beca, it’s about time, I’ve been calling you all day,” Theo said, his voice the definition of frustration, when Beca finally answered her phone.

“Yeah,” Beca said, pacing her bedroom, one hand swiping at the tears that kept building in her eyes. “I’ve been a little busy.”

“I trust you’ve seen the news?”

“Of course I’ve fucking seen it,” Beca snapped, unable to keep her voice calm. “My phone has been blowing up all day and there are paparazzi camped out outside my house.”

“This is bad, Beca,” he said. 

“No fucking shit, it’s bad,” she said. “My question is what are you going to do about it?”

“I told you to be careful. I told you this would happen if you insisted on keeping this thing with Chloe going,” he said.

“Thing? Dude, it’s 2023, you can call her my girlfriend,” Beca said. 

She heard Theo sigh, and imagined him pinching the bridge of his nose - his go-to move when he thought Beca was acting deliberately childish. “Yes, it’s 2023. The world has changed. Everything is sunshine and rainbows and love is love, blah, blah blah. Welcome to the real world, Beca.”

“I didn’t do anything wrong,” Beca said. “Christ, it’s not like I got caught doing a line of coke or something.”

“You’re a popstar with a tween-aged audience,” Theo said. “You need to set a good example.”

“And being queer isn’t a good example? Is that what you’re actually trying to say, Theo?”

“No, I’m saying getting photographed in the back of your car with a girl in your lap isn’t a good example,” he said. “Not to the parents of your audience, anyway. Have you been on Twitter? They’re calling for a boycott of your record. Of the label. You’ve… I don’t know how you could be so careless.”

Beca swallowed and clenched her jaw. “Nothing happened,” she said. “I hadn’t seen Chloe in three months because of the press tour, so we made out in my car. You know, since she isn’t allowed to be seen entering my house and has to scurry in through the back at night like she’s some kind of dirty secret? I just wanted five minutes with her before I had to go inside alone.” 

From where she was still sitting on her bed, Beca heard Chloe sniff, and she saw her turn away to wipe her eyes. 

“And it might have cost you your career,” he said. “I’m trying to fix this, Beca, but they’re asking for blood.”

“I never asked to be an example to a bunch of kids,” Beca said, unable to look away from Chloe. “I’ve… I was never ashamed of my sexuality before now. Never. I’ve always known who I was, and no matter how many people told me it was wrong, I never listened to them. And I should have never listened to you.”

“I was trying to protect you,” he said. 

“From what?” Beca said, with a hollow laugh. “You’ve turned my relationship with the woman I love into some sordid secret thing. If we’d just… dated - existed - without making it into a thing, no one would have cared. One picture snapped of us holding hands, and the headline would have been what? ‘Musician holds hands with girlfriend’? But no, we couldn’t do that. No holding hands in public, no dates, no sharing the same car. She has to sneak into my house, or I have to sneak into hers. She can’t just come and pick me up from the airport, no, she has to hide in the back of my car. Maybe I shouldn’t have pulled her into my lap the second we stopped, but if she’d been able to simply get out of the car with me, and walk the five feet to my house, we could have done that in private.”

Chloe’s eyes met hers as the room was lit up by the flash of a camera from outside. In the brief window of light, Beca saw Chloe’s eyes were still full of tears, mascara streaked down her cheeks. Their argument still hung heavily in the air, and Beca found she couldn’t look at her. She crossed the room and pulled the curtains tighter together, paranoid that the vultures lurking outside would see in.

“Are you done blaming me for this?” Theo asked, sounding bored, if not a little impatient. “We need to discuss how we fix it.”

“You said they want blood, give it to them,” Beca said.

“Who’s blood?”

“Mine,” Beca said. “I know how you want me to fix it, and I’m not willing to do it.”

“Beca-”

“No,” Beca said. “You want me to break up with her. Make a public statement that I’m sorry that I let everyone down. That I’ve seen the error of my ways and it won’t happen again, right?”

“I mean, you don’t have to use those exact words, but-”

“I’m not doing it,” Beca said. “I never wanted to be a pop star, but you pressured me into it. I never wanted to write music for tweens, but you said that’s what the label thought I should do. I never wanted to keep Chloe a secret, but you said it was for the best. I’m done letting you and the label make decisions for me.”

“Beca, think about this,” he said, sounding more panicked now than he had when had first called. “Think about what you’re saying. If you walk away from this, you’d be giving up everything you’ve worked for. The label owns your songs and, until your contract ends, you can’t make or perform music for anyone else. You have three years left on that contract. You’ll lose everything.”

“No I won’t,” Beca said. “But if I do what you’re asking me to do, I will.”

“God, use your brain for once-”

“I’m not giving up my relationship, Theo, but what happens after is up to you. In an hour, I’m going to post on Instagram that Chloe is my girlfriend. That we’ve been together since the day I was signed by the label, and that I love her. So either you’re putting out a statement that you’re cutting ties with me because of my sexual orientation, or that you’re standing by me after my privacy was violated.”

“It isn’t that simple,” he said, an edge to his voice.

“It is, actually,” Beca said. “You can frame it however you want. You can say that we’re parting ways due to a personal conflict, or creative differences. You can even say that due to ‘recent revelations’ that I am no longer being represented by the label. Whatever words you want to use is fine, because I can let the world know the truth. And you can’t sue me for slander, or libel, or whatever when every word I say will be the truth. Because I’ve got receipts, Theo. I have emails and texts and voicemails all telling me that if I’m going to date Chloe, it needs to be a secret. Then we can see who’s getting boycotted. Do you think the artists on your label who are allowed to be openly queer will be happy? Even if they don’t care, I think their fans might.”

“Don’t try and play this game, Beca,” he said.

“I’m not playing,” Beca said. “I’m done pretending and hiding. Getting to call Chloe my girlfriend, and getting to love her, has been the best thing to ever happen to me. And she has been nothing but proud and supportive, even when I was treating her like something to be ashamed of.” Beca looked at Chloe again, and although there were still tears in her eyes, she was smiling. She held out her hand and Beca crossed the room to take it. “No more hiding, Theo.”

“So what do you suggest we do?” He said.

“Nothing,” Beca said. “I put up my post, you put out your statement that the label will be standing by me, and then we all move on. The press will get bored and move on. The internet will get bored and move on. I go back to making you all money, and you stop telling me who I can and can’t be seen with.”

“The label won’t go for it,” he said.

“You don’t know unless you ask,” Beca said. “But it’s either that or you fire me. Because I won’t give her up. Call me when you’ve made a decision.” She hung up the phone without another word and dropped it onto the bed. For the first time in a long time, Beca felt like she could breathe. She felt like she was gaining just a little bit of control back.

“Bec, I can’t let you do this,” Chloe said. 

“It isn’t your decision,” Beca said. “I’m not breaking up with you. If you’ll still have me, then nothing they say will make me give you up.”

“Of course I’ll still have you,” Chloe said. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Beca said. 

“You could lose your job, your songs, everything,” Chloe said. 

“Not everything,” Beca said. “Not you.”

“Never me,” Chloe said. 

The phone on the bed began ringing, and Beca saw Theo’s name flash up on the screen.

“Well?”

“Make your stupid post,” he said. “We’ll be releasing a press statement in the morning that no action will be taken and that the label supports you. Next time you make out with your girlfriend, do it in private, will you?”

Beca grinned at Chloe. “Maybe. Thanks for finally fighting my corner, Theo.”

“Yeah, well, turns out you’re actually a pretty valuable asset.”

“Aw, that’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“Don’t get used to it,” he said. 

Beca hung up the phone again, and Chloe threw her arms around her neck.

“I’m sorry about earlier,” Beca said, hugging Chloe back tightly. “I didn’t mean to snap at you like that.”

“I know,” Chloe said. “I forgive you.”

“I’m so sorry for everything I’ve put you through since we got together,” Beca said.

“I knew what I was signing up for,” Chloe said. “And, yes, it was really hard, but you were worth it. You’re still worth it.”

“I’m never going to do that to you again,” Beca said. “I promise. I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” Chloe replied. “Always have, always will.”

[yourtouchismidas]

Inspired by a tiktok I cannot find but imagine giving baby Gigi a tiny disposable camera and seeing life through her eyes<33 mommy and daddy cuddling in bed, bugs in the backyard, baby sister shay<33

omg this is so cute.

i think matty posts these on his private instagram. maybe someone gets the camera for gigi for her birthday, i think ross. its just a little boots disposable one and everyone thinks when she opens it she is just gonna toss it to the side in favour of the more shiny plastic things she has been bought but she puts her eye to the lens and laughs.

"i can see you uncle ross," she says, and he waves at her, tiny and distorted.

"press the button!" he says, and she does. and that's how she gets her first snap. ross in a white t shirt holding a beer bottle, slightly stubbly and looking even taller from where gigi is standing at her small height. part of her thumb is in the corner of the frame, only covering someone's leg in a plastic garden chair.

gigi pulls back from the lens and looks at the camera. expectantly. "where is it? where's the picture"

everyone laughs. matty groans and puts his hands on his head and says, "my sweet apple child, this is from the golden age," as you explain to her about waiting and getting them developed and the excitement of seeing what you've taken after all that time.

"cool!" she shrugs, and then she moves on to the next present.

when you go to get the camera developed, she skips along beside you, excited. the pictures are all slightly dark or blurry, with the occasional perfect one. gigi loves looking through them. you show them to matty when he gets home and he immediately starts snapping pics to post them.

there's one of gigi's wrought iron school gates, kids flying past in a bunch of white and blue school uniform, no faces making it through the blur. there is one of baby shay in her crib, but gigi couldn't climb up enough, so it's shot through the bars, and her eyes, then part of her chest and her little feet in a white babygrow are all you can see through the slats of the crib side.

there is one of a ladybird in the grass, gigi's tiny messy fingers in frame to hold the long stem of grass still in the wind so she could snap it. there is her in the mirror, and matty laughs at this one, calling it a vintage mirror selfie. gigi is in her little white pjs and her hair wild on her head in a falling out pony tail. there is one of the band practicing, adam a tall slenderman in the corner, george a blur of arms, and ross only half a man to one side. matty is in the middle eyes closed as he hits a high note. they're all snapped from an upwards angle, gigi knee high. there is another, taken moments later, of george and ross and gigi pulling stupid faces into the camera, tongues out. gigi is doing a rock and roll sign with her fingers. she has drawn something that you cant make out on ross face.

then there is your favourite picture. it was evening time, and you didnt even know gigi was awake, let alone downstairs. you and matty had been bickering, fighting, the stress of upcoming tour, and you just finding out you were pregnant again, under the surface and rearing in stupid moments like whose turn it was to cook tea and why there was no oj left when you specifically asked matty to buy some more than once.

you were close to tears, frustrated, and matty had stopped mid sentence, mid bicker, and dropped his arms and elbows to his side, resigned.

"why are we doing this?" matty said.

"i dont know," you whispered. you had your back turned to her, hands on the counter but when said this, you turned around, just slightly, opening yourself up to him just that little bit more than a few moments ago.

the radio, still on from dinner, was crackling a voice in front of you and suddenly, you look wonderful tonight by eric clapton started playing, and before you knew it, matty had reached out for your hand, a warm touch in the tense sunset drenched kitchen, and pulled you round and into his arms.

"dance with me?" he said, and you nodded into his chest, smelling him, sweaty and warm, sighing, the tension melting into the air around you. you started swaying together, moving in sync, in time, in a way five minutes ago would've seemed unfathomable. you didn't hear the little camera click in the doorway. you didn't realise you were being watched until that picture came back.

it's you and matty. his arms are clutching onto your side, as he lifts you and spins, caught just very slightly in the air, a smile very slightly starting on your lips, about to laugh at the shock of it, the sunset lighting you from behind, warm and rosy. your hair falls down by your face and his eyes are lifted to yours, locked there.

matty doesnt put this one on instagram. but he puts it on the fridge at home, fastened on with a magnet shaped like a red heart.

gigi begs for another camera.

[thewatercolours]

King Quest Ficlet: "Always on Hand"

Note: This is an unfinished scene. I ran out of steam, and summarized how it would finish at the end.

After taking the throne, Graham found fewer opportunities to visit the old Llewdor homestead. He had to grasp such chances firmly by the scruffs. If he did not, other needs would press on his time and make it vanish. Then one evening he would have a nightcap that tasted just too much like the golden bitter his mother and Madeline used to brew and sell to the local tavern, just to keep bread on the table. Or he would find himself strolling in the gazebo courtyard, and realize he could no longer picture the ivy back home – only that he had noticed the differences when he first arrived. And the longing to tread roads that knew his boots would set in, stronger and stronger, until he had to go.

The first time, Royal Guard Number One took an entire week just plotting the trip out. He marked maps in red ink. He arranged for enough provisions to equip a polar expedition. Amaya was commissioned to outfit half a dozen guards with new weaponry. (“Can we even afford this?” “Your safety is our priority, sire.” “But we can’t even pay to have the castle roof patched!” “It already needs patching. You don’t, and we’d like to keep it that way.”) The whole trip was pushed back by a month just for preparation time.

Graham bit his tongue.

The guards made quite the sight at the farmhouse, posting themselves on either side of the ladder that led up to the loft which had been Graham’s childhood bedroom, ramrod stiff. Guard Number Three went through a phase where she taste-tested every food Rosie served up, because it “wasn’t prepared in the royal kitchens. And according to the handbook, we are to assume it is, (sniff, sniff,) suspect.”

Madeline and Ginger tried to put a brave face on it and crack all the inside jokes despite the outsiders, but it wasn’t the same. Especially with the running commentary Guards Number One and Two kept up when they thought the family was not listening. “The noses on this family, though. I’d assumed the king’s nose was some kind of… exception.”

Rosie took to setting tea for the guards on the lawn, just so she could get some space alone with the family, and so that private conversations did not have to be whispered. “I’m racking my brain,” she told Graham in an undertone as they watched the guards through the diamond-paned window, “whether there’s some sightseeing I could suggest for them. You know, so they’d, um, give us an afternoon off. But darned if I can think of any sights round here.”

Ginger stroked her chin. “Maybe we could take them round to the ol’ griffin cave down by the river, and we could be really loud so it would wake up. And while they’re distracted by the griffin,  we could slip off and -”

“Ginger!”

“Just saying, they’ve got two swords apiece. They’d be fine.”

But Rosie put her foot down.

Three or four years into his reign, Graham had to put own foot down. “No guards,” he said firmly the day before he was due to set out for Llewdor. “None.”

Number One crossed his arms sternly. “Out of the question. You are-”

“ - perfectly fine traveling on my own,” Graham all but snapped, crossing own arms as though in mirror image. “You know I made my way to the tournament here completely alone, right? You know I recovered the three treasures alone, right? And you take up half the house when you’re there. You eat my mom and sisters out of house and home!”

“But sire –“

“For Pete’s sake, Number One! Putting a crown on my head didn’t turn me into china!”

“You were literally –“ The captain caught himself, then seemed to think better of it. “- literally kidnapped from Daventry Square not so long ago.”

He had something of a point. But, “That was a few years ago! I’ve leveled up since then. And I’ve worked hard to move on from all of that. It seems to me part of that is having some confidence that nothing of the kind’s going to happen again.” Graham stopped to catch his breath. “Look, I’ll compromise. I’ll take the main roads, and stay at inns where I can, and leave letters for the landlords to forward on to you. Zards, I’ll tie straps onto a cage of homing pigeons and wear it like a backpack, if that’s what it takes to get you off my back. Um, sorry,” he hastily corrected himself, feeling Number One’s glare even through his helmet. “I meant, if that’s what it takes to reassure you. Ten to one the magic mirror’s going to show what I’m up to the whole time anyway. Come on!” Graham summoned as charming a smile as he could in his frustrated state. “Meet me in the middle?”

Number One considered. “I might meet you at the 13.5% point. There’s a defensible-ish old guard house there, and it’s not that far from Daventry, and –“

“Not what I meant.”

To make short a long story, it took some haggling, but eventually Graham rode alone once again. Only Triumph heard his highway songs. There was no warm but careful politeness when his family opened the door. On the contrary, they tackled him. Fireside chats lasted into the wee hours, with no need to respect anyone’s carefully planned night patrol hours.

As the ancient grandfather clock chimed 2 o’clock, Madeline processed in from the kitchen with a steaming pan. “Anyone for seconds on hermit cookies? I’d just give them another couple of minutes - ” she said, even as her brother swiped one.

“Aaagh!” screamed Graham, dropping the cookie into the depths of the ancient sofa, and sucking his fingertips. “Zards-zards-zards!”

“Serve you right!” Ginger chuckled, bouncing Baby Jimmy on her hip. “You know that’s how Anisette lost one of her fingers in Puerto Pollo, right? Kind of.”

Graham fished for the cookie amongst the cushions. “Can you imagine if my guards were here?”

Ginger rolled her eyes. “Can I ever. Full blown emergency mode. That second guard would probably swan dive head first into the sofa, like you’d dropped your crown into the lake, or something. If you weren’t forbidden to eat it because it was more than one second.”

“You’re probably thinking of Number Three, not Number Two.” Graham gave up the search and reached for another cookie, using his shirt cuff as an oven mitt. “Matt would be more likely to

OK, this ficlet won’t resolve itself, and if I don’t do something soon, I’ll lose the drive to post it all together. So, in the spirit of that bullet points post, the general vision went like so:

Graham complains about the guards to his family but over the course of the scene actually describes some of the things he loves about them without knowing it.

Another quick scene takes places a few years later, when Valanice is preparing to move into the castle, and Graham’s mom and Madeline come to help with prep for the wedding and get to know her a bit. They end up having to work with the guards, who are surface level annoying but actually click really well with them, as we see through little hints.

Number One and Rosie get a one-on-one scene together. Though it’s never stated, it’s conveyed over the course of the scene that they begin to understand that in some respects, their relationships with Graham are similar, and that the other has a good deal more to them than meets the eye.

Montage, featuring the guards intersecting with Graham’s life. Adventures. Daily doings. Alexander’s kidnapping and disappearance. The guards are there, supporting, protecting, sometimes being doofuses but always reliably there.

Graham takes Valanice and Rosella to Llewdor for the first time. And the visit is awesome and everything but… at the end, Rosie says carefully, “Graham I haven’t seen your captain – or any of your guards – since you and Valanice got married. I was wondering, do you want to… bring them along next time?”

And Graham heartily agrees.

Cheesy! Corny! But soft one-shots is the name of the game.

[fireflyinks]

heart shaped sunglasses

harry styles x reader fluff

a/n : omg omg omg the vibes are so 🤌 this is so lana del rey i’m crying. anyways i hope you enjoy this, i had a lot of fun writing it ❣️

summary : harry loves y/n’s heart shaped sunglasses

Harry and I had been dating for a little over six months, privately. No fans knew, even though at times it was very difficult to hide it from them. It was for my safety, some fans could get pretty “possessive” over Harry, and they would go berserk if they knew their heart throb had a girlfriend.

Even though I never said it, I could tell Harry knew how much I wanted to announce our relationship. The way I scrolled through instagram daily, admiring all of the girls who got posted by their boyfriends. Meanwhile, we couldn’t even go in public together, let alone share our relationship online.

We sat on the back porch of my parents house. They owned a vineyard, and the view was beautiful. Mountains rolled in the distance abstractly, the scene looked like a painting.

I was wearing a brightly colored crimson sundress, and red heart shaped glasses. Harry had picked the outfit for me, telling me how beautiful I look as I shimmied it on that morning. Though the view was amazing, he couldn’t stop staring at me.

“Harry,” I looked over to him, smiling sweetly as I took a sip out of my glass of sweet tea. “Why do you keep staring at me?”

He paused for a moment, before grinning widely, “You’re just so beautiful, my love.”

We sat in silence for a moment, before he pulled his phone out of his denim jeans. Harry snapped a picture of our view, then turned the camera towards me, taking a few pictures as I moved my hand to cover my face. I hated being photographed, there was something so raw about it, like all of your emotion was being caught in that moment forever, there was no taking it back.

I watched as he typed something on his phone, then locked it. Just as he put the device down, my phone dinged.

harrystyles tagged you in a post , instagram notified me.

I clicked the banner, leading to a picture of the mountains on the first slide, and the picture of me almost covering my face on the second.

The caption was : “though the first view is gorgeous, im absolutely in love with the second”

My heart almost melted.

“Thank you.” I almost whispered, standing up from my seat to kiss him.

He smiled, “Of course. I love showing you off.”

Opening my phone again, I began to read some of the comments coming in, but Harry grabbed my phone to stop me.

“We’ll read those later, love. And no matter what anyone has to say, I love you, ok?”

I nodded, pecking him on the cheek lightly.

“I love you too.”

“And…” Harry pulled the red frames off of my face, and put them on his own “I love these heart shaped sunglasses as well.”