#my phone laptop and tv are all consumed by them

[thegaybyler]

Me looking at my 3 screens that each have my favorite silly gay ship fanart and fanfics

[johannestevans]

i'm a man cheerfully surrounded by anachronisms and i'm comfortable w that.

i'm sitting in my turn of the 21st century flat, converted from school rooms in a 19th century building, listening to a 1960s playlist and typing this on my laptop on a bureau that was made in 1960. earlier i was listening to an audiobook recorded in 1992 and published on cassettes of a book published in 1949, set in the 1920s.

in my flat are a wide variety of pieces of furniture and books and pieces of art, spanning from their oldest the early 1800s, most of my favourites at least a century old. my tv even is about 15 years old, because i saw the sign on it in the shop warning the consumer "NOT SMART" and i bought it in desperation, and immediately felt relief upon bringing it home, even if i had to open up the back to do a few repairs and render it usable.

my clothing style is a cheerful mix of 1970s or 1920s silhouettes depending on the day's mood - not to mention the temperature - and most of said clothing is at the very least 2 decades old bc if i buy anything newer, the quality is so poor it will come apart in weeks

bc for all we've come on in modern technology, the state of the world's politics is that the companies manufacturing a lot of our clothes still rely on the cheapest and most easily exploited workers they can get, and whilst exploiting these workers, they give them worse and worse materials to work with, again for the sake of cheap cost. let's be honest, that's the same reason most of my furniture is a century or two old.

my sensibilities and my politics often strike friends of mine as old-fashioned, but funnily enough, what i try to replicate most in my preference for antiquity is the pace. it's not just the aesthetics or whatever, it's how slow everything is, and how slow i try to keep my life so that i can keep pace with it.

in the 21st century, because of the competing desire of so many companies and corporations to sell us the most they absolutely can, to mine as much data from us to sell on as they can, to make the most of the attention of our eyeballs on their advertisements, not to mention the desire to exploit our labour, there is an expectation of the highest possible pace.

infinite scrolling - scroll for as long as you can, never feel satisfied, keep looking at the next post, and the next, and the next. the rolling 24 hour news cycle. wage theft, digital clock-ins, spyware on your work technology, policed lunch breaks. why didn't you answer your phone? why didn't you answer my text as soon as you got it? why aren't you constantly available to everybody, at once? next-day delivery. buy it now. get the newest thing or everyone will look at you and wonder why you're stuck in the past. you'll be the odd one out. everyone is progressing but you. hurry up. infinite, constant progress - infinite, constant expansion.

everything is urgent. even and especially the things that aren't urgent at all.

the urgency is like... a scam, is the thing. getting everything now, everything being so fast, feels like it's satisfying in the moment, but it's lower quality, it's less satisfying, and it cheats you of rest and relaxation and contemplation.

marx talks about it, about the intent being to keep the worker so exhausted by work that he cannot devote his time to protest or to political study. when we are not working, we are buying - and even in the age of social media, that's a kind of buying too, we're buying with our time and our eyes and our attentions, in the sense that we're paying for it.

and like. i say this as someone who makes my entire living online, whose existence is made possible by social media, and by creating art and fiction made available to people through socials - not to mention the fact that i would be dead about 8 times over if not for the various medical interventions i'm lucky to avail of, many of which weren't widely available long before i was born

i'm not saying this as like. "look how i'm doing better" or "oh silly ppl are letting myself be played" bc like

these are problems of a multitude of exploitative systems in place. when ppl see the various anachronisms i surround myself with, i think ppl often take it as aesthetic or about personal comfort, and it's absolutely about those things, but it's always worth thinking like

what the underlying things i'm replicating are, or the underlying meanings and bits of peace that might be present.

it's the same reason there's a rise of cottage core obsession and a fixation on self-sustainability, an eagerness to cultivate land or plants, etc - it's a desire to be close to growth and to see the actual results of one's labour rather than having it abstracted a hundred times in service to a billionaire

yes, there is an undercurrent of white supremacist settler spirit, especially bc some of this content is explicitly produced by fascists, and it is a recurrence of the same politics we saw in the german blood & soil ideology

but it's not just white supremacy, or stealing and "settling" land. it's not a desire for individualism and self-sustainability that comes from just, pure libertarianism and a desire to be separate from others - it's first and foremost a resistance to the constant appetite of our commercialised state of being

the fascist call of "reject modernity, embrace tradition" is about a return to patriarchal white supremacist structures - part of what makes people susceptible to these calls is because of the exhaustion of modernity and the current grind, and they seek escape from it

they then are turned to blaming it on jews or brown people or Black people or the gays or the transgenders or DEI or women or whatever other scapegoat may come to mind. it's exploiting a vulnerability and an exhaustion in the average person and obfuscating what's truly causing their suffering, and who/what is truly being exploited

[lvrsparadise]

'strangers.' - M.S

synopsis - "and then one random night when everything changes, you won't reply, and we'll go back to strangers."

warnings! - angst, kissing, profanity, depressing (i hurt my own heart writing this), italics are flashbacks, the bold italic in matt's pov is his thoughts (he's battling with himself). based on strangers by kenya grace

a/n - i wrote this in math class..... anyways. i absolutely love this, but hate myself for making it so sad. also, just to clarify, when the text part comes up, he's not cheating !! my friend thought he was and i had to clarify. (ths is me stalling as i try to finish the tracklist post and finish nikes (i started it!!!))

i smile as i get in the car,

we’ll get in your car.

matt leans over and gives me a kiss.

and you’ll lean to kiss me.

i look to the backseat to see the seats down and blankets and colorful lights decorating the back of the van.

“what’s that?” i turn my head to him with my brows furrowed, but a smile on my face nonetheless.

“movie night under the stars.” he smiles as he puts the car in drive and starts driving.

“you’re kidding right?”

“no, i’m not.” he reaches over and grabs my hand, lacing our fingers together and resting our interlocked hands on the center console.

--

we’ve parked in a field with the sunroof open.

i get out of the front seat and open the backdoor, crawling into the back of the van, lying on all the fuzzy blankets.

“how long did it take to set this all up?” i laugh as he gets in and lies down beside me, opening his backpack and getting out his laptop before pulling me into his arms.

“don’t even ask.” he shakes his head softly with a chuckle before he kisses my head and opens his computer, turning on our favorite movie before grabbing one of the many blankets and draping it over us.

we’ll talk for hours and lie on the backseat.

----

i sigh as i turn my phone back on.

maybe i’m being too paranoid. 

maybe he’s just busy, being famous is time consuming.

and then one random night

i try to refocus on the show that’s on my tv, for the 4th time. nothing’s working. why can’t i distract my mind long enough?

i only just sent the text.

maybe his phone’s dead.

when everything changes

no. i shake my head softly to clear my thoughts and i grab my phone and walk into my kitchen, placing it on the counter before walking back to the living room and switching the tv to a movie i’ve only seen but a thousand times just to rip my mind away from him.

you won’t reply,

and we'll go back to strangers.

----

my eyes light up when i look at the bouquet of red dahlias in matt’s hands.

“where’d you get these?”

“i kind of drove around for like 3 hours searching for a shop that sells them.” he chuckles nervously and scratches the back of his head.

“well, they’re gorgeous!” i look back up to his face to see the kindest smile on it, making his otherwise sharp features soft and kind.

“i’m surprised you still remember, i told you these were my favorite back in middle school.”

“of course i remembered. i always remember everything you tell me. i'll write them in my notes app or i'll go home and write them in my journal for me to go back to.” how does this man get any better? 

“i-” i’m speechless at the small confession, his words meaning more than i thought they would, making my heart flutter.

i take the bouquet into my hands and smell the flowers, smelling as good as the last time he got me them.

“do you want to take those with us, or do you want to set them in a vase first?”

“i don’t know, actually.” i chuckle and look back up at his face.

“here.” he grabs them from my hand and gestures for me to walk back into my house, him following in after me. 

we walk into the kitchen and i immediately spot the vase my mother got me for my birthday. i grab that and fill it with some water as matt sets the bouquet on the counter, unwrapping them and cutting the stems.

i set the vase in the middle of the island and matt carries over the flowers, placing them in the vase before grabbing one out and handing it to me.

“thank you matt.” i place one hand on the side of his face, pulling his face closer and kissing him.

“anything for my pretty lady.”

----

it’s been a few hours, maybe he’s replied?

i’m hungry anyways.

i get up from the couch and walk into the kitchen, grabbing out food and making me something to eat before picking up my phone.

i take a deep breath and turn on the screen.

nothing. great.

stop overthinking it. it’s probably nothing.

i open my phone and click on instagram, looking through everyone’s stories, matts popping up first.

it’s just a promotion of their new video.

that’s right, maybe he was filming and didn’t get to be on his phone.

---

!Matt’s POV!

i stare at the text on my screen for a little longer than i should.

pretty girl ♡: hey, i was wondering if you wanted to go out to eat tonight?

i just lock my phone and toss it next to me on my bed.

and then one random night

it’s not her fault, it’s mine. i just can’t be around her anymore.

we’ve already fought about it many times. im just helping.

when everything changes.

right?

she’s mad i don’t want to show her off, which is wrong. i want to. so bad.

but i don’t want her to get hurt.

but isn’t that what you’re doing to her now?

shut up.

all you’re doing is making her hurt more.

stop it.

it’s your fault if she shows up at your door crying and screaming.

that won’t happen.

yes it will. and it’ll be all your fault.

i said stop it.

you can’t get rid of me. not like you’re getting rid of her.

i’m not getting rid of her. i'm helping her.

like ghosting her is helping her.

you won’t reply

i scrub my hand over my face and sigh.

“fuck, fuck, fuck.” maybe this isn’t such a good idea.

there’s no going back now.

and we’ll go back to strangers.

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[punch-love]

No gun lol I was just curious what you thought because from my pov you produce so so much. Like your writing, your art, you mention you do a lot of artistic hobbies, even responding to comments or tumblr asks seems like a ton of work (tbh I don’t know how you do it I barely respond to my texts and my emails are not responded to in a timely fashion to the detriment of my work life). And I consume 10000x more than I produce to the world (mostly tv/film/insta/tiktok) and I would say the majority of the world are much bigger consumers than givers to the world (I’m pretty impressed by people who don’t consume media or social media because like most people spend 6+ hours a day on it) and like the only person I know who gives to the world more than takes is a doctor I know who works like 70+ hours a week and says she wants to work more every time I mention they work an insane amount of hours. So I guess I wanted to see if you feel like you do consume a lot of media/social media because like idk how u spend ur time, or if you feel like u spend more hours producing content or things for the world but like no gun being held lol

the context absolutely helps - in my mind, I don't produce a lot of content because 75% of what I produce, never ends up on the internet (making it content) and I was like, idk man. I clearly consume a lot of content because I'm on here evey day and you get a chapter from me on average every six months. I was like "I think the numbers speak for themselves. why are you even asking me that?"

however - since you're counting content as like, everything I create regardless of whether it ends up online as content. that changes the game. I am currently sitting in a circle of torn up magazines that I'm cutting for my collage bags + the six ones I'm making for various friends. I spent three hours today at my local studio working on a mixed-media t-shirt. I'm about to start adding occult clippings and writings to my grimiore. my sketchbook is currently open to a page that I plan on working on tonight when I'm finished with all that. I had a work party to go to last night, and spent most of it drawing all over all the little note cards they gave us and had one of my bosses ask me why I was in our industry, and not art.

creating is what I do, it's my existence. if I'm not sleeping, I'm thinking of art, or I'm putting together art, or I'm planning art, or I'm consuming things with the intention of repurposing them into art.

all that being said, I'm sure I consume more than I create. I'm addicted to short form videos, I've watched 114 movies this year. I'm always playing through some sort of RPG game on my over-worked laptop (right now it's dragon age 2 and the witcher 3) I've read 70 books this year, I have instagram, tiktok, and pinterest. I use tumblr chronically. it's kind of.....hard to create more than you consume. I think ideally, I would like to try, but I have yet to figure out the sweet spot. we live in a consumerism society. even artists are fighting the numbers. my job is not necessarily artistic though, nor is it consumerism but I still have to be on my phone often for it for tracking data and writing insurance notes which is still time spent in front of a screen (though the bulk of it is spent providing care and therapy to children, which like, isn't)

in a perfect world. I create more than I consume. but in reality, even though I spend pretty much all of my free time that isn't spent working out or rotting on creating, that rotting still has me consuming more than I create. I think my ambitions though which are like, being a full-time creator who has their hands in at least 6+ mediums dreams of near exclusive production.

but also, what type of artist would I be if I didn't consume too?

[teddybeartoji]

i'm gonna cry. phone died while writing this but it's way too important i pulled out the laptop.

OKAY SO. madK is a manga, the artstyle is AMAZING, very gorgeous and unique and i loved it A LOT. i'm not gonna give any spoiler bc i want everyone who sees this to go give it a try. please. i beg of you. i think not only you but also your fans are freaky enough to like this

once upon a time... a mortal summoning a VERY POWERFUL demon from hell. gives him his soul in exchange for a wish, that's the rule

oh! what may that wish be? yup, you guessed it. ❧ 𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖇𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖒 ❧

okay so you totally haven't asked yourself why the font change or decorations. it's actually not only for dramatic effect but also to abord the following detail!! the decors and the characters in hell are very traditional!! mix of traditional european (i'd say maybe french) architecture and fashion, along with some traditional japanese (?) garments. all in all AMAZING and shame on me for not being knowledgable enough to know every single detail and name of clothing by heart you can all bully me for that tbh

OKAY BACK TO THE PLOT. after some freaky sex involving a human and a demon whose body may or may not be eaten until there's barely anything left (... yeahhh this manga is the peak match my freak content i've seen so far BUT PLEASE. GIVE IT A TRY. FOR A DESPERATE SOUL LIKE ME. THERE'S NOT ENOUGH APPRECIATION. (where's my drink.(the hundreds of edits i voraciously CONSUME after finishing any type of media/content ever))

SORRY GOT OFF TRACK. so after those acts (for the freaks out there dw it's definitely NOT the last and not the most... unique things you'll see along the way) the human soul goes to hell

and bc atp i'd tell you too much and i wanna give you some suspense for you to go read it (i hope that functioned. that my way of writing right now was dynamic enough to peak your interest.) i'll just tell you

the manga is basically about the protag and K (get it cuz madK... mad K) matching each other's freaks (btw i hope you've seen the TV series hannibal my dears... it's also very amazing and if you ask i can also try to sell it even tho i'm probably bad at it but if you read this far maybe there's hope)

plot twist (or not bc very forshadowed) at the very end!! ngl for the end... i understand but it's so FRUSTRATING.

okay my job is done here but really it's beautifully written, there's cannibalism there's love and some really fucked up stuff (please be careful) and twisted relationships and good lord. the author is rlly good at anatomy. there's all kinds of monsters out there.

but all in love it's just a story about love. (awwwwww)

take care mickey, and thank you for being curious (?) about stuff i like - ik my asks are very very long and it must be draining for you, i don't really know how to shorten them most of the time because i rarely get the chance to express myself as much and as honestly :')

still, sorry and thank you for your time!

⥽☀️⥼

SUNNNYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OMFGGG STOPPP THIS SOUNDS SO FUCKING COOL HELLO????? LITERALLY ALREADY WENT TO SEE WHERE I COULD BUY IT TOO HEHEHEHEHE i am a slow reader though and also.. so very unemployed so yk it might take time for me to get to that but i am very fucking into it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! you're doing a very good job at selling it lmao this seems like it'd be fucking perfect for me:333333333333

AND IT'S ABOUT LOVEEEE<3333333333333333333

OMGG AND UR ASKS ARE NOT DRAINING PLSS I REALLY AM JUST SLOW!!!!!!!!!!!!! i love reading all what you send me hehehehe we are bonding rn:33333333 there's absolutely no need to shorten your asks love i promise i'll get to all of them it just takes me some time!!!!

[solacescastleglow]

How To Stop Technology Takeover

Wish you spent less time on the internet? Me too. Here are some things you can implement to maybe have a bit less shame when your weekly screen time notification pops up.

Have no-screen times

This can be as small as not using your devices for half an hour after waking up, or as big as screen free weeks. You get to decide how long it's for, but having that boundary there is important.

Schedule in your electronics time

For example, I'm writing this during the two hours I have set aside for content creation related things (consuming content for research also goes here).

Have a computer room

I know this sounds ridiculous, but have a room, or at least an area, with a computer in it (laptop or desktop, doesn't matter) and only use the computer in there. You can even restrict your iPad to that area. Bonus points if the chair is uncomfortable after sitting in it for a while.

Have a reason for all your apps

I only have TikTok because I post on it. If I'm not posting, I'm looking for ideas. I don't have Instagram on my phone, I don't have games, I just have what I need to get through the day. I do have Duolingo, but that's it for 'fun' things.

Physical media

Have music you love? Get it on vinyl or CD. Buy a physical copy of your favourite movies and TV shows. This is not only good for getting off the internet (which is full of distractions), but means you actually own it, instead of paying to borrow it from a streaming service.

Printing things out

Whether it's your vision board, a useful chart you found online, or an aesthetic you really like, print it out. See it in the physical world, touch it, cut things out and glue them into a book you carry with you everywhere. It's like a Pinterest board, but you already know you'll resonate with it.

Charge your devices in another room

When you're half asleep and functioning on habit alone, you're so much more likely to get sucked into social media. The easiest way to not let that happen is to move your charging station away from your bed. Buy an alarm clock if you need to, by the way.

But what about my habit tracker/time blocking app?

Two things: sticker charts and whiteboards. Sticker charts might seem juvenile, but they're much more rewarding than crossing things off on a habit tracker. You can even get yourself a little reward after doing something X amount of times. I have a mini whiteboard that I use to time block my day, but you can use a bigger one for your week.

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

112 of 2024

Created by brelee

Have you ever written a song?

Yeah, when I was a child. It was so lame omg.

What was the last drink you had?

Some Fanta.

Do you ever feel numb?

Yeah, but like, comfortably numb.

Which do you think would be scarier to experience, an avalanche or tsunami?

Both, I can't choose.

Do you currently have a honey jar in your pantry?

We have like four different types of honey, and we teat them as natural medication.

Do you always find a silver lining in bad situations?

I tend to. I'm rather hopeful by nature.

Do you prefer being inside or outside?

Outside. I love the sea in particular.

When did you last use a lighter or matches?

Today. I went to the church and lit a candle for my workplace.

Do you think the ocean needs more exploring?

I don't have any opinion on this.

Do you ever experience panic attacks?

No. If I do, it's typically a seizure (some resemble panic attacks very much).

Have you ever had to call 911 or your country's emergency number?

Yeah, quite a few times.

What was the last conversation you had about?

My stepson's college, he just started this year.

Are you doing okay?

In general, yes. Just concerned about the future of our workplace.

Do you know an Olivia?

Yes, a daughter of someone I used to work with.

Is there a past relationship/friendship you miss?

If ever, then only with Nielsje. I'm feeling weird about that situation with my workmate, too.

Do you like mangoes?

Nope, I hate them. As much as other melon-type fruits. The smell and the taste make me sick on my stomach.

Last song you listened to?

Mouth by Paradise Lost. Frequently on repeat, to be honest. One of my favourite songs.

What do you believe in the most?

That everything needs to be proven.

What was the last movie you watched and enjoyed?

I don't watch movies at all, let alone enjopy them.

Do you use captions when watching TV?

Sometimes, especially when I don't want the TV to be too loud.

What was the last app you used?

GIMP on my laptop, Moises on my phone.

What's your most used app?

Besides Opera, I think GIMP and Audacity.

What percentage is your phone battery on?

59%. Time to charge.

Are there any recipes you'd like to try?

Yeah, I'd love to make my own waterzooi.

Did you use Vine when it existed?

I didn't know about its existence back then.

What decorations do you have in your bedroom?

Fake plants and framed photos of our late older cat.

Who is a celebrity you'd like to hang out with?

I can't think of anyone, but maybe Amy Lee from Evanescence? She seems cool.

How many amusement parks have you visited?

A few, but I don't like them very much.

Do you prefer chewy or crunchy textures more?

Ew I hate crunchy food. Sensory overload.

What last broke your heart?

Thee most of all, death of my beloved cat.

What is happiness in your own words?

Being able yo enjoy life no matter what.

Do you still live in the town you grew up in?

No, it's been long time.

Are there any events coming up you're looking forward to?

Yeah, probably October fair in Oostende and Christmas at my parents, if possible.

What's the most random collection you've had or known someone to have?

Probably my collection of pens is the most random ever.

Are you currently wearing anything green?

No, not at all.

Do you google your symptoms everytime there is something wrong?

No. I prefer to ask the doctor.

Have you or would you ever go see a psychic?

I don't believe in such things.

Who is the strongest person you know?

There are a few, I would count myself, too. I overcame most of my disability.

What's your go to Chinese food order?

Chicken soup and nasi goreng.

When was the last time you visited family?

This summer, I finally met my sister.

Do you currently feel restless?

Not in particular.

What is something you're naturally good at?

Making people laugh.

Have you had coffee or tea today?

No, I can't consume caffeine.

What flower did you last see?

Probably a wild rose.

What's your favorite fictional book?

Anything about Pelle Svanslös, that Swedish kitty without tail.

[bisluthq]

I thought you hadn’t seen the asks and I was going to just send you the interview without my commentary on it. It’s actually kind of flattering to know that you were actually planning on replying but couldn’t from your phone and you’re waiting till you’re able to do it from your laptop.

The other day I was actually thinking of what’s my favorite content to consume from people I’m a fan of (apart from their music/movies/tv shows obviously) and I think it’s interviews like that one. I love watching those puppy interviews on buzzfeed, or people trying snacks, and even the short interviews they do during promo where you can kind of see the dynamics between the cast of a movie. But my favorite is when they do a longer interview, like the one Taylor did with Time or this interview Saoirse did. They usually talk a bit about something they’re promoting (and I do love seeing people talking about a project they’ve been a part of) but I love how you get a bit more insight into them and their thoughts. I loved hearing everything she had to say

I agree! It’s not clickbait content - it’s really quite profound and very interesting, which is why it took me time to listen to it and reread your thoughts on it and then like I say I’ve started drafting a reply but I need to get on my laptop to screenshot your asks neatly lol because dude you write so much (complimentary, so do I - I have had many “I’m not reading all that” comments as replies to Facebook and Reddit comments I’ve made lol) and like yeah I want to answer both asks in one because my thoughts are muddled with thoughts you had in both so that’ll be more sensible than writing to each one individually.

This is the interview we’re discussing for the other anons:

[6990portfolio]

portfolio entry #7. blank check challenge

a very wealthy person gave you a blank check and told you to spend the amount you wished for to make yourself happy. what are you going to do with it? make a list of what you want to have. write as many as you want.

h     a fully paid for house for each of my direct family members and myself, in our desired country of choice.

h     complete furnishing for the houses stated above, including decor, to our tastes.

f     latest model of electronic devices for the lot of us (laptop, phone, tv, xbox, ps5, etc.)

f     items in relation to our personal hobbies and interest (paints, books, writing materials, musical instruments, etc.)

c     stylish clothing and shoes that suit our personal style and tastes.

f     fully paid tuition for any course to any institution for the ones looking to further their education, myself included.

answer the following questions: 

how would you feel as you do the blank check challenge?

neutral.

which among the items on your list do you like the most? why?

perhaps the electronic devices, since majority of my interests and quality of life depends upon them.

if ever you were given a chance in real life to have one among the list. which would you choose? why?

the houses for all of us, because being able to come home to a house that’s completely yours just hits different.

does your choice different from what you answered in question number 2? why or why not?

yes, because number two comes from a materialistic mindset whereas number three is more of a realistic one.

go back to your blank check challenge list. 

put a mark on the left side of each item with the following categories: 

b – if the item is related to your body 

c – if the item is related to clothes 

f – if the item is related or intended for your family 

h – if the item is related to home 

answer the following questions: 

a. which among the categories do you have the most in your list?

f – if the item is related or intended for your family.

b. what do you think these things tell you about yourself?

that i cater to my family the most.

make a reflection paper about the material self. 

the concept of the material self delves into the tangible aspects that contribute to our identity, emphasizing the significance of possessions and physical attributes in shaping who we are. as i reflect on this material, i am prompted to consider the intricate relationship between what we own and how it influences our sense of self. our possessions, be they clothing, gadgets, or other belongings, often serve as external expressions of our identity, reflecting personal tastes, interests, and even socioeconomic status.

exploring the material self also raises awareness of societal norms and consumer culture, which play a substantial role in shaping our perceptions of what is valuable or desirable. the constant exposure to advertisements and societal expectations can impact our preferences and, consequently, our material choices. additionally, the environmental impact of our consumer-driven society becomes apparent when considering the life cycle of products and their contribution to issues such as waste and resource depletion.

moreover, the material self extends beyond physical possessions to encompass our bodies and appearance. societal standards of beauty and the pressure to conform to certain ideals can significantly influence our self-perception. this material aspect intertwines with psychological concepts like self-esteem and body image, underscoring the multidimensional nature of the self.

in conclusion, reflecting on the material self invites contemplation on the interplay between our possessions, societal influences, and personal identity. it prompts critical examination of the values we associate with material goods and encourages a deeper understanding of how our material choices shape not only our self-perception but also the world around us.

[ere-the-sun-rises]

To illustrate OP's point even further:

Most hospital tools are metal, therefore sterilizable. As of yet, there is no reasonable replacement for plastic components that can be either viably recycled or sterilized to be reused. Everything from the casings on an ultrasound wand to the tubing of a IV have no replacement materials.

Hospitals do create a lot of waste, and by design. Disposable masks, gloves, gowns and casings are creating major waste, but it's not waste without purpose. Very specifically, these items must be disposable to control infection possibility and protect both doctor/nurse and patient from the illness, disease and fuid they have to deal with.

Wasteful manufacturing is more of an issue than anything. For example, despite how infamous six-pack rings are, they are less wasteful than Coke's full-package wraps on their six packs. Why use the extra plastic?

Another example? Why are glass containers (a la tupperware) not as easy to find? They use less plastic (only the lid), are microwave (and sometimes oven) safe, are not porous (that discolouration on your plastic containers? Food residue sunk into the plastic), do not disfigure/warp and can be plastic-wrapped in the event something happens to the lid.

And no, the glass versions are not innately more expensive. In my local dollar store, glass containers were right alongside plastic ones for the same price or only slightly more. Oven-safe ones are more expensive, yes, but plastic is never oven-safe, so there you go.

Straws have become a big issue, but it's not their existence that's the problem - it's their overuse. Why could McDonalds not have made a cup with a coffee-esque lid on it? Why did restaurants ever give you straws automatically when you're very much capable of drinking from a glass cup?

There's a lot we rely on in the modern world that needs plastic. Cable shealths, electronics casings, glues, medical equipment, tape - it all needs to exist. The existence of non-recyclable plastics are an issue, but not one we can fix by abandoning them, only finding alternatives or better materials from which to produce degradable or recyclable plastics.

Electricity consumption is a matter of perspective. Do electronics like phones, tvs, consoles, laptops and tablets draw lots of energy? Yes. Do you know what draws considerably more? ChatGPT. And it uses an insane amount of water for coolant. What use does that fucking thing have? Why are there LED billboards? Why are stores allowed to leave signage on overnight? Or have parking lot lights that don't have solar panels?

The thing is, right, that consumer electronics have to factor in how costly running them will be on the consumer end. Why do you think Hummer failed? Because it cost too much in gas to run the damn thing. Consumer electronics need to be reasonably efficient to be viable, but manufacturers and corporations just write those expenses off on their taxes. They can disappear losses with subsides that even upper middle class people cannot afford.

Another point of perspective: in the early 2000s ahead of an energy crisis, the Canadian government went on an energy consumption reduction campaign. In schools, in ads, over the radio - the government pushed more responsible, economic energy use. Simple shit, like turning off lights, lowering temperatures in your home by a degree or two, using power bars for electronics/chargers and the EnerGuide rating system applied to large appliance purchases. EnerGuide in particular did a lot, since it forced manufacturers to reveal how efficient their machines were and how much running the machine would cost - this cost was based on an average use expected by the government and balanced against the machine's size.

This was staggeringly successful.

In the wake of the Ukraine invasion, the EU was under direct energy threat from Russia as Russian pipelines supplied up to a quarter of the EU's energy. In a crazy united collective action by the member states, the EU rapidly organized new energy imports from the Near East, Africa, Norway and America, set up targets for new sustainable power generation and underwent a concerted energy reduction campaign. While the renewables campaign has not yet met its targets, the other two campaigns were incredibly successful across the entire EU. The reduction campaign in particular was not only for citizens, but industry too.

And that's not even to mention the emissions drop through COVID - when medical equipment's use skyrocketted and consumption barely flagged, but world-wide emissions decreased by double-digits. Wanna guess why? Industry had to slow or stop. People were driving less cars to commute, sure, but everyday driving was still happening and shipping rates increased with the uptick in online ordering.

Consumption is part of the issue, no doubt. But consumption can only be mitigated by what's available to purchase. Concerted reduction efforts have to be imposed from the top down - government regulation of industry and it's production methods. Private industry is only interested in short term profits by any means and will sacrifice lives, sustainable economies and the environment to do it.

also "ough life-saving essential medical equipment uses so much plastic" in this country you can purchase an artificial ballsack for your pickup truck

[bigmpregnm]

Hey everyone. I'm really happy to share this story my dear friend @trtyutr commissioned. More parts are coming and I really hope you all enjoy it.

Attraction - Part 1

[Story Collection] | [●] [Part 2]

Roger sits in his living room and turns the TV on. Lately there’s nothing else but news all day and it’s all about the same thing, the weird white cloud that covered the world three months ago. Roger yawns and gets comfortable in his living room while the reporter talks about the white cloud and the consequences of it. The reporter stands at a mid-high place in Times Square and the usually crowded place is kinda empty right now but those who are seen behind the reporter are clearly having some fun while rubbing each other’s bodies. Roger can spot two women kissing while their big breasts press tightly against each other. A few feet away from them are two men hugging and even though their bodies are really different, they’re definitely enjoying how they feel towards each other. One man is tall and looks strong, while the other one looks shorter and kinda chubby, but Roger can tell the short guy has a big bulge and the tall man has his hand on it. Roger sighs and part of him longs for someone to touch him like that. There are more couples behind the reporter but those are the closest ones so Roger pays attention to them for a while and then goes back to the reporter who looks like his clothes are one or two sizes too small for his strong torso. Roger smiles and rubs his own meaty pecs while the reporter talks:

“Good evening viewers, this is Dale Roberts reporting to you live from New York. It’s been three months since the white cloud covered the world and we’re still learning about the outcomes of that event. To recap for some of you viewers, the cloud appeared in New York, Los Angeles, and Houston 3 months ago and spread faster than any weather anomaly. It was quickly spreading to nearby towns and there was nothing people could do about it. These clouds wiped out communication devices from cell phones to laptops. All kinds of communications were cut while fear was spreading as quick as the cloud was moving through the whole country. People thought it was just regular mist but meteorologists didn’t know what was causing this cloud to spread across the country so quickly. In less than an hour, the entire country was consumed in this cloud. The event lasted for a few hours and once the cloud started going away, communications were fixed and news from all over the world came, describing the same incident happening everywhere. The cloud covered the whole planet and every single country on Earth was trying to find out where the cloud came from.

But the incident didn’t stop there because only a week after the cloud came, some people noticed changes in their bodies and even changes in their minds. Women started presenting constant nausea and lots of them were losing their periods. Some women expressed a decrease in their sexual attraction for men, which the scientists considered a result of recent stressful events. Doctors all over the world affirmed that there was no real reason to worry about but the changes were advancing way too fast for them to understand the magnitude of what was happening because while women lost their periods and had some changes in their bodies, men started noticing some growth in their genitals and some others were gaining muscle or fat without even trying. This left the scientific world completely clueless and wondering what was causing the sudden changes in male and female bodies and minds. People started showing off homosexual thoughts even though they were in heterosexual relationships and those who weren’t showing off such thoughts, were secretly changing their sexual preferences all of a sudden. This happened only in a matter of days and produced the next big change in human interactions.

Two weeks after the first reports of women losing their periods and attraction for men, the changes in males and females bodies were pretty obvious and scientists couldn’t explain what was happening. Women had bigger breasts now, wider hips and bigger asses while some men were getting more muscular and gaining size in their genitals. The changes in men were really different from one man to the other while women were all setting an average look. In just a few days, former average men rivaled bodybuilders even though they had never gone to the gym and some bodybuilders were facing extreme muscle growths that were affecting their mobility. On the other hand, some men were getting fatter even though their feeding habits hadn’t changed. Some gained a few pounds and some others went through big growth sports either on muscle or fat. There was also a small group of men who lost muscle mass and body fat in a matter of days. Whatever the case was, men started feeling good about their bodies and their inhibitions soon went away because a month after the cloud came, the social rules changed and men entered this kind of heat or sexual frenzy state that got so intense that some men started having sex everywhere, even in public. This incident affected most adult men all over the world and in a few days the results of this change started showing on the men’s bodies.

While people tried to continue their regular activities, men and women all over the world started complaining about bloatedness in their lower abdomens along with other symptoms affecting their health. Men and women started getting sick and this alerted the scientists about the possibility that the cloud had been radioactive and had affected the human body atomically. After many tests and scientific analysis, doctors discovered the cloud had changed women’s bodies and gave them the ability to self fertilize whenever they orgasm in the middle of sexual interactions with other women. But the biggest changes occurred on the male bodies because the cloud had given them wombs and the frenzy sexual incidents I mentioned before resulted in most men getting pregnant. A few days later after more tests were run, doctors discovered that men and women were experiencing superfetation, which is the ability to get pregnant even when they’re already pregnant. Pregnant women self-fertilized when they had sexual contact with other women and men got pregnant again when they had homosexual sex. This became the new normal for men and women.

Many programs started trying to avoid overpopulation if men and women got very pregnant considering their new found ability of superfetation and the results have been positive. In my case, dear viewers, I’ve experienced all of this just like all of you and I’m currently having just 5 kids. This is a new world and we’re still getting used to it”.

While the reporter keeps talking about some people having a lot of kids and the different changes that the cloud produced, Roger looks down at his own body and sighs. The day the white cloud came, Roger was up really early so he saw the cloud slowly covering the streets and even getting in his apartment like in a horror movie. Even though his apartment is on the 20th floor, in just a few seconds the cloud that was covering the streets was also filling up his apartment. He still remembers how much he tried to contact his family, his girlfriend and his boss to tell him that he was gonna be late for work but nothing worked. When everything passed, he tried to go back to his regular life but things started changing really quickly. His girlfriend dumped him pretty suddenly but he was relieved because he wasn’t in the mood to deal with her. His body started showing some changes too and he started feeling attracted to one of his coworkers who had gained almost a hundred pounds of muscle in just a few days. Roger’s own fit body started gaining size and soon he was looking at a stud in the mirror but with some soft spots that made him look like an off-season bodybuilder. Wide strong shoulders, thick meaty pecs, big round biceps, wide hips, a huge ass and tree trunk legs. Everyone started turning around to look at him whenever he walked down the street and he loved it. He didn’t mind getting thicker and he definitely didn’t mind his dick and balls getting bigger but then things started getting wilder.

Roger sighs and smiles when he remembers the day when all men got into the sexual frenzy state and he got pregnant for the first time. Now he knows what was happening but back then he just felt a sudden heat taking over his body while he was in his office, only with his hunky coworker there. Roger remembers he was panting while he was getting so hot that he had to take his shirt off, just like his coworker. In just a few minutes both of them were completely naked while still panting and his coworker came closer to kiss him long and passionately. The feeling of the coworker’s huge body coming in contact with Roger’s own big body was so intoxicating that Roger completely forgot about his ex-girlfriend, about the fact that they were in the office and the fact that both of them had bigger than average dicks that would make it really hard for them to have fun together. Even then, Roger threw away all the things he had on his desk and opened his legs wide for the big guy’s thick dick. Roger was ready to get hurt with such a big dick stretching his virgin hole beyond its limits but as soon as the coworker entered him, he could only moan in pleasure and long for more.

Roger was moaning and at the same time he could hear more moans coming from the nearby offices. He could even make out his boss’ voice asking another man to fuck him harder. His coworker started going deeper into him and Roger could only think and focus on the big guy that was on top of him. Roger wrapped his legs around the guy’s strong waist and when the man started moving in and out of Roger’s hole, the whole world around them disappeared. Roger still remembers how that huge dick rearranged his guts with each powerful thrust and how the big guy groaned in an animalistic way that turned Roger on so much. Soon, Roger’s own big dick started leaking pre and the man just kept pounding into him like a jackhammer, making the whole desk shake and creak, thanks to their weight and all the movement. Roger could hear the sound of the man’s balls hitting his ass really hard whenever he trusted in and he was longing for those balls to release a massive load deep inside him. Roger didn’t know where those thoughts were coming from but he could only think about that man filling him up with his hot seed. A few minutes later, his desire was fulfilled when the man groaned deep and a massive wave of hot cum flooded Roger’s guts to the brim but the fun didn’t stop there.

Roger could still hear moans coming from the nearby offices when he switched places with the coworker. The hunky coworker leaned over the desk and Roger buried his dick up the big guy’s ass, filling him up with pre already. Roger felt a big load building up in his balls while he thrusted uncontrollably into the man’s huge ass. Both of them were moaning and the whole office was hot. Then when Roger finally started cumming inside the man, Roger almost passed out with the overwhelming feeling of so much cum going through his dick into the man’s tight hole. They couldn’t stop and had a few more rounds before they finally fell to the ground in exhaustion while they were both feeling pretty bloated thanks to all the cum they had pumped into each other. By the time Roger was able to think clearly again, the moans and sex noises had stopped and it seemed like everyone was trying to clean around and act like nothing had happened. Even then, he still felt his coworker’s cum sloshing inside him and he saw the coworker’s lower abs really bloated so they couldn’t just forget about it.

The next day, Roger went to his job as usual but he noticed people around him started acting weird. A man on the street came closer and grabbed Roger’s big ass when he passed by. Then in the elevator a man rubbed his ass against Roger’s bulge while the rest of the guys around seemed to be pretty touchy that morning. By the time Roger got to his office, several men had squeezed, rubbed or caressed at least a part of his body and Roger was a little bit confused even though he had liked it. He tried to focus on his pending work but he couldn’t stop thinking about his coworker fucking him over the desk the day before. A while later, the hunky coworker came to bring him some papers to sign and Roger started feeling hot again, almost like the day before. While Roger read the papers, the coworker started walking around and he seemed to be fixing his shirt and his pants over and over again. Roger tried to ignore the man walking around but suddenly the coworker came closer and started taking his shirt and pants off while kissing Roger. He couldn’t understand what was happening but they continued making out and soon Roger was taking his pants off too. A few minutes later, Roger was moaning over the desk again while the big man fucked his brains out once again.

Roger knew men were experiencing increased libido but he noticed something else was happening. Over the next couple of days his coworker fucked him several more times but it was always so intense, even animalistic, Roger would say. Like, whenever the man came into Roger’s office, he lost control over his actions and only thought about fucking Roger senseless. He wasn’t complaining at all because he enjoyed the man’s thick dick but they could barely talk without the man losing control. This started happening with some other guys at work and Roger couldn’t stop them when they started undressing and trying to get his pants down to fuck him. In just over a week, Roger was fucked by half of his coworkers and even had some interesting encounters in other places. One night at a bar, as soon as he entered the place he felt all the men looking at him and in just a few minutes he had a line of men trying to touch him and one of them was already pulling his pants down to have access to Roger’s ass. Roger couldn’t understand what was happening but he was starting to get used to all the men trying to fuck him over and over again.

Just a few weeks after the first time he had sex with his coworker, Roger’s body had changed even more but in a very different way than before. He was feeling heavier every day and there was an obvious belly where his abs used to be. Every time a man fucked him, he felt his body getting just thicker and his belly getting slightly rounder but he couldn’t stop, he loved to be filled with dick way too much. Even though Roger was aware that males were getting fatter everywhere, he was noticing that his belly wasn’t just growing but feeling really firm and it looked rounder than any other man he knew. Even his boss, who had gotten fatter after the cloud, didn’t have a belly as obvious as Roger’s. Wherever he looked, he couldn't find anyone sporting a round and firm belly like his. Even then, he didn’t stop going places and spent a few weeks intoxicated in pleasure, just like the men who fucked him.

It wasn’t until 2 months had passed since the first time he had been with his coworker that Roger finally decided to go see a doctor. The news had confirmed that men all over the world had gotten pregnant and Roger knew he was pregnant too, his belly was the proof. Even then, he still tried to find another man or a woman with a belly as big as his but he just couldn’t. He was trying to be more discreet because if the news were right and superfetation was possible, it meant he was very likely carrying a big batch of kids already. He had started avoiding men and had asked his boss to allow him to work from home and after his boss had fucked him twice, he had finally accepted. Even then, Roger still had to go out to get food and buy some things and this always ended up with a man on top of him fucking him brainless. Roger still enjoyed it but he was getting worried because his belly was growing at an alarming rate and he needed to know what was happening.

When Roger went to see the doctor, he already looked overdue with a child while most men were barely showing. He waddled into the clinic’s waiting room and thankfully there were a bunch of women in there and not a single man. Roger liked to have sex but he knew he needed to stop if he ever wanted to give birth to all the kids before exploding. So, a few minutes later a male technician comes and calls for Roger’s name. Roger sighs but he can’t help but smile when he notices the long soft dick showing through the technician’s pants. The guy was pretty thin but his dick was amazing and Roger knew what was about to happen. So, the technician ran some tests on Roger and even though Roger was worried about his condition, he smiled when he noticed the technician was losing control and the already long dick started getting even longer and thicker. Roger knew the guy couldn’t control himself so he just took his pants down and in just a few minutes, the technician’s long dick was making Roger moan uncontrollably. Roger knew this was just giving him another baby to carry but the long dick was way too good to reject it so he preferred to enjoy the ride instead.

By the time Roger was waddling into the doctor’s office, he knew he had added at least 2 or 3 babies to his already crowded belly. Roger smiled when he noticed the doctor’s reaction as soon as he walked in the office. The doctor was standing next to his desk and he tried really hard to be professional and contain the sudden urge to fuck his patient but when Roger got closer, he felt something taking over him and his dick started getting really hard. Meanwhile, Roger looked at the doctor up and down and he couldn’t help but get horny when he noticed what a stud the doctor was. Roger loved how hot the doctor looked and when he saw the extremely thick dick showing in the doctor’s pants, his own dick started getting hard too. The doctor fought his sexual urge and asked Roger to get on the examination table and lift up his shirt to check on his large abdomen. Roger obeyed and also took his pants down right before the doctor came and started rubbing Roger’s round belly. Roger smiled and he felt his body getting hotter and the doctor lost control in a few seconds. Roger wasn’t usually that eager to get even more pregnant but the doctor was so hot that Roger couldn’t stop thinking about having that man’s kids.

Since Roger was already on the examination table, the doctor got on top of him and finally revealed the thickest dick Roger had ever seen and his mouth was literally watering with such a big dick aiming at his horny hole. Roger rubbed his belly while the doctor pushed inch after inch of his thick dick deep inside Roger’s hole and immediately started thrusting. Roger started moaning loud and the doctor groaned in an animalistic way, just like most of Roger’s sexual partners. Roger was lost in the pleasure of such a good fuck and he didn’t notice the doctor was already filling him up with pre and a massive load was building up in the doctor’s fat balls. A few minutes later when the doctor started cumming buckets inside him, Roger felt his belly tightening and the weight of it increasing more than ever before. Roger knew the doctor was adding a good number of kids to the already large batch he was carrying but he could only long for more. Obviously, the doctor wasn’t even close to being done so after a few more rounds, Roger’s belly felt so tight and so full that it was uncomfortable for him to take deep breaths and bending was getting extremely hard for him.

Once the doctor had calmed down and Roger was struggling to get dressed again, the technician came with the results of the tests and the doctor noticed some interesting things. While Roger tried to make his shirt cover his full belly again, unsuccessfully, he noticed the doctor was reading the results over and over again while typing something on his computer. By the time Roger was sitting down again, with half of his belly still exposed, the doctor already had a diagnosis. The doctor explained that after the cloud changed the male bodies, many tests had revealed that men were able to release pheromones under certain circumstances but the pheromones weren’t strong enough to alter other’s thoughts or cause any alterations in the environment. This was the new normal for men but in Roger’s specific case the pheromones were way too strong and it caused the men around him to go into frenzy mode again and this only passed once the men had fucked Roger. The doctor thought, based on a quick google search on pheromones, that Roger released the pheromones into the air unconsciously but his body stopped them as soon as Roger had been bred, like mating animals. With this explanation Roger finally understood why all the men who came closer wanted to breed him and they couldn’t stop until they had done it.

The doctor explained that this was a unique case and Roger had to be careful because if he kept having sex with all the men who got affected by his pheromones, he could end up with an extremely high number of babies. Roger gulped down when the doctor mentioned it and then he explained that he was worried about the size of his belly. Then, the doctor asked Roger to get on the examination table again and he did a quick check up on the round dome where he was sure there was a big batch of babies. The doctor then ran an ultrasound on Roger, who looked in horror at how the doctor unsuccessfully tried to count how many babies were already in his big belly. Roger was starting to sweat by the time the doctor gave up and just explained to Roger that he was bound to add even more babies to his already overpacked womb whenever he was close enough to a man because the pheromones would make him want to breed Roger over and over again. This wasn’t good news for Roger, whose belly was already way too full with babies and he still had to go interact with men like a normal person.

Now, even though he’s just a little over two months pregnant, Roger’s belly looks like he’s overdue with twins already and considering how many men have fucked Roger so far and considering the doctor couldn’t count how many kids Roger was carrying, he knows he’s just getting bigger every day. Since his visit to the doctor, Roger has been trying to avoid going out to not get even more pregnant but he still needs food so one day while he’s waddling through the grocery store, Roger is trying to be fast and don’t get close enough to any man to avoid affecting any of them with the pheromones, but when he tries to reach something on a high shelf, his belly bumps against some cans and they fall to the ground. Immediately a young handsome man and a thick older one come closer to help Roger and in just a few seconds Roger notices their reaction to his pheromones. Roger knows what’s about to happen but as he sees both men’s dicks getting hard, he decides to play along and let them have their way with him. A few more babies won’t make that much of a difference anyway.

...

[7-wonders]

With Michael from the Mad Love universe, from the Sentence Starters list under angst, “Why are you awake right now?” + from the 150 random prompts list, “you need some sleep” & “sleep is for the weak” (1/4)

Michael finds his wife working on midterm papers super late. Michael finds himself not pleased with that at all.

3. “Why are you awake right now?”

41. you need some sleep

45. sleep is for the weak

Ever since you officially became a couple, Michael's found himself spoiled with just how well he sleeps now that he has you in the same bed. While he used to be plagued by nightmares and visions of death, that's now a rare occurrence with you. So when he wakes up at—he rolls over to check the time on his phone—1 a.m. and you're not in bed with him, he feels a little lost. Where could you be?

The answer isn't that difficult to find. Michael follows the lights that are still on in the house and finds you downstairs in the living room, where he had left you four hours ago when he finally declared that he was going to bed and you told him that you would be up in just a few minutes. Obviously, that was a lie. He knows that you're stressed right now with trying to finish the midterm papers you've been assigned, but he didn't think "a few minutes" would be a few hours.

You look up at him from where you're laying on the couch and smile sleepily. It's almost the same position that he left you in, except now you're fully laying down with your computer basically pulled up to your chin. Something, probably one of the YouTube channels you love so much, plays quietly on the TV since you hate working in silence. Papers and books are scattered around you and left open on the pages that you had needed citations.

"Hi," you say, typing while talking to him. That will never fail to weird him out. "I thought you went to bed?"

"I did." He stands in the entrance to the living room, feeling sleepy and confused, and runs a hand through his tangled curls. "Why are you awake right now?"

"I decided I would just go ahead and finish the paper for Dr. Miller's class, since I was already on a roll and didn't want to lose my train of thought."

"It's one in the morning now."

"I know! I'll be up soon, I promise." You grab the opened energy drink that sits on the table, and Michael lunges for you.

"No no no, there's no way I'm letting you drink an energy drink so late! Y/n, I know that these papers are important for your grades and that you want to finish them now, but you need some sleep."

You wave off his concerns. "Pssh, sleep is for the weak."

Michael rolls his eyes towards the ceiling even though he knows that that guy certainly isn't going to answer his silent pleas, trying to think of what to do. Finally, it comes to him. "If you're not going to sleep, you need to at least take an electronic break. You're going to give yourself a headache if you keep staring at that screen."

He can see in your eyes that you're mulling it over, hating the thought of having a killer headache form when you could have prevented it. "Fine, I'll take a fifteen minute break."

"Can you lay in bed with me? It's hard for me to sleep when you're not there." He lays on the pout extra thick, knowing that there's no way you can say no to him when he admits his feelings.

"Yeah, I can definitely do that."

You reach out your hands and let him pull you up from the couch, closing your laptop to save the battery and placing it on the table next to the cans of energy drinks you've already consumed (he's really going to have to have a talk with you about that).

When he gets you into bed, you're already yawning. You sit on top of the covers as if to remind yourself that you actually need to get up again and finish your paper, but you allow Michael to pull you to lay down next to him. "Ugh, my eyes burn," you complain.

"Close them, then," Michael says softly. "I'll tell you when it's been fifteen minutes."

You do as he says, smiling at him before you do. "Thanks, Michael, you're the best. I love you."

He begins to run his hand up and down your arm, knowing that the simple action relaxes you. "I love you, too. Rest, okay?"

Michael is pretty proud of the fact that he doesn't even have to use his magic to get you to fall asleep, naturally making your sleep in ten minutes flat. And when you do wake up the next morning not feeling like the walking dead, you don't have it in you to be mad at him for tricking you into sleeping.

[kimmimaru]

Banned my child from youtube a few months ago, she has been very good in not going on it. Today she messed that up by going behind my back and watching youtube (my account is linked to phone, laptop and playstation so she was watching it on my PS4. Because it’s all MY account I can just look at the watch history and see she’s been watching it. Just had to cut off her TV allowance for the evening because she was being sneaky. There’s just some weird shit on youtube and she somehow ends up watching it, also when she had my phone once she started uploading videos which is a HUGE no-no. She’s 9. Way too young to do stuff like that. Anyway, I am now the worst person in the world ever lol. I’m not a hugely strict parent I don’t think. She’s allowed to watch some 12 rated films and series’ (if I’ve watched them first and deemed them ok). But there’s some really dark shit on youtube and it even gets onto youtube for kids, I’ve caught her watching stuff that makes even ME uncomfortable and I’m a bloody fully grown adult. The older she gets the more freedoms she’ll be allowed, for now though she’s nine and I have to monitor what she’s consuming and doing on the internet for her own safety. Although they are taught internet safety at school, it’s also my responsibility as a parent to...well...parent.  I do feel bad though, she just wants to watch videos about minecraft but it’s just so easy to be duped by a thumbnail for a video. So she now has to prove to me I can trust her before she gets her TV privileges back. She has a TV in her room but it’s not connected to the internet, it’s essentially just for her DVD’s so she can watch that, or she’s got toys, music etc. So she’s not bored. Very hard to know if you’re doing the right thing really. 

[malereader-inserts]

Just Another Ordinary Day

Fandom: Avengers Pairing: Avengers & Male!Reader Summary: You see, birthdays are suppose to be happy and special, but to you, it’s just another ordinary day. Word Count:  1,250 A/n: My birthday is coming up this Sunday (17th May), so y’all gonna get some birthday stories

“Get a grip of yourself! Look at (Y/n), he’s eighteen and I don’t hear him complaining!”

You tilted your head to the side, “I’m nineteen?”

They looked at you, your eyebrows knitted tightly together as you were confused. Like a lost puppy, you didn’t seem like it was a big thing. You don’t do birthdays so you weren’t offended really however everyone in the Avengers look like you just murdered their pet.

“What are you even arguing about?”

You had walked into Tony and Steve arguing with Peter, whilst Clint was snickering as his eyes continue to look at the television playing on the game console with Thor, whilst Natasha flickers through her magazine and Bruce trying to take a nap. Sam was trying to throw popcorn into Bucky’s mouth whilst Wanda was on her phone.

“Peter wants to go to a party,” Tony says as if it was explaining everything making you even more confused.

“Shouldn’t you be asking May about that, Pete?” You asked, noticing that Thor lost against Clint, smoothly taking the controller to have a go with Clint.

Clint obviously excited for a new challenger. 

“Well, he wants to go in his Spiderman uniform to prove that he knows Spiderman,” Steve continues as you let out an ‘Ah’

“Well, that’s not my problem, buddy,” You responded as you were focused on a different thing.

Peter huffed as he sat down on the armchair whilst Steve and Tony was relieved that Peter let go of the topic at hand, for now, the two joining the team to hang about in the living room. Though despite no one really talking and just the audio from the very big flat screen tv. The rest of the Avengers could not help but dwell the fact that they had missed your birthday.

“What did you get for your birthday then?” Clint asked after a while, whilst watching Thor and Loki go head to head on the game.

You looked up from your laptop then back down, shrugging your shoulders, “Money and a cake.”

“Nothing special from your parents?” He tilted his head and once again met with you shrugging your shoulders.

“Not really, we don’t tend to celebrate birthdays. They do plan to do a big 21st birthday, but that’s two years away so I’m not that bothered. It’s just a regular day to me.”

Clint looked at Natasha who raised an eyebrow, “Well, we’re different,” The woman said as you scoffed.

“Don’t bother,” You replied, scrolling through your laptop, “It’s been a week since my birthday, there’s no point.” 

Clint and Natasha did not like that answer as well as Loki and Thor who was listening to the conversation. You hummed as you continue your day, unphased and unbothered by the topic at hand.

Peter had even dropped his pleads to go to a party in his superhero uniform because he didn’t like how you talked about your birthday. So, you don’t want a party? Or big announcements or such like that. Fine, the team had agreed silently by sharing looks to each other’s way whilst you obliviously turn away. They’ll treat your birthday as just another ordinary day, just with a sprinkle of special.

The next day you woke up with Clint, Sam and Bucky hitting you with pillows. You groaned as you smacked all of them with a pillow in the balls. Rubbing your eyes, you see three full men groaning on the floor. You rolled your eyes as you kick them out, getting ready for the day. 

As you walked into the kitchen, you see Steve cooking up breakfast with Natasha. Serving you pancakes and milkshake, you raised an eyebrow because Steve always go on about how they should be healthy and consume less sugary stuff.

“Everyone is entitled to a cheat day,” Steve plays it off as if it was no big deal.

You say nothing afterwards as you dig into your food, not complaining and eating it before Peter comes and complains about it, he still does as he sees Natasha slapping down another pancake on your plate as you were about to say you were done. You kept your mouth shut when you saw the glare on her face. 

You went on your day as normal, sitting at the dining room table as Tony slides in, proclaiming he over bought some laptop stickers and seeing that you had some on your laptop, he let you pick them. They were splayed over the dining room table, you excitedly took your pick of the litter whilst Peter came rocking in the room with a bag full of recently ordered clothes.

“Why do you have so much?”

“I forgot to take some of them out of my basket and Mr Stark let me use his card to pay so you can take some of my order - I’m not really keen on most of them anyway, so take them before I ship them back.”

You don’t say anything but you, Peter, Tony and eventually Bruce helped pick out clothes from Peter’s bulk buy, turning a blind eye when the other three share a look. You looked marvellous at the new stuff before packing them away in your room.

Lunch came about and Clint was cooking, as he had been travelling the world before SHIELD, he had picked up some great recipes when he was over as Asia. You have a splendid lunch, as Clint kept topping up your plate.

“You’re gonna make me burst in a minute, Clint,” You joked.

“What if that’s what I’m trying to do? Might stop you from beating me in all my games.”

You rolled your eyes but continued to eat, as you offer to wash up. Wanda shoos you away to the living room where you see Sam and Bucky arguing about what video game to play. You sat in between Loki and Thor, the two bickering as always.

“Cool ring you have there, Thor!” You exclaimed as you looked at his ring that was on a chain. 

Loki smiled slyly behind you, glad that you took notice of their plan to give it to you without exclaiming it was a birthday gift. The two bothers took turns, and argued, about the tales the ring had been through before Thor unchaining it and allowing it to slip it to your desired finger. As you were about to slip it off, Loki stops you saying that you should keep it.

You looked starstruck before Sam and Bucky calling you over to their sofa. You give them a smile before hopping to the idiots’ sofa, comfortably sitting between the two, before they start throwing hands at each other.

“Four player Mario Kart?” Bucky says, leaves you with no option for debate as he throws you the wheel.

Clint jumps the back of the sofa and seating next Sam, whilst Bucky promptly lobs the fourth wheel towards him. As the race started, everyone had started to file into the living room, Tony proclaiming he’s ordered takeaway from multiple different places. 

Soon, the game between the four of you had started to be a competition between the Avengers. It was a long shouting afternoon that faded into the evening. As everyone started to get exhausted, you get up, exclaiming you were off to bed. As you were about to leave the room, you stopped at the doorway.

“Thanks for a nice birthday.”

You disappeared as the team smiled to themselves, they really can’t fool you.

[whump-a-la-mode]

Nemesis - Choose Your Own Whump 2

With A receiving the most votes on my last post, for this adventure we are going with a drugged Villain whumpee. Sorry about the generic name for this one, I really couldn’t think of anything else ^^

I hope you enjoy, and thanks to everyone for replying to the last post! As always, votes can be sent in through any method you want. Comments, asks, and PMs are all just fine. I’ll see it!

CW//Falling off a building, hostage situations, shapeshifting, medical abuse, extensive talk of sedatives, brief mention of a needle

Please note that the third scene of this piece is from the point of view of a drugged character, and thus the scene has some aspects that could be described as unreality. Please skip this scene if this would make you uncomfortable.

The video was grainy.

It was always grainy. That was the strange thing about it-- everyone carried around miniature computers in their pockets, equipped with tiny cameras that would have rivaled the most powerful devices of years prior. Any civilian could take a 4k quality video on some social media, but the moment anything actually important was happening, technology seemed to regress twenty years.

Hero supposed it didn’t matter. Their memory of the incident was certainly clear as day, better than any camera could ever capture.

And yet...

They clicked a button on the remote, and the clip restarted.

The sides of the screen were blocked out in fuzzy grey-- the video having been taken through the bars of a metal fence. Between them, the camera focused at first on the foot of a brown brick building, before panning upwards, only stopping upon reaching the roof. It took a moment for the visual to adjust, focusing against the glare of the sun overhead.

Two figures, on the building’s roof. Two figures seen so often together, in so many similar videos.

The standoff had taken from dawn till sunset. How Villain had gotten into the building unnoticed had yet to be fully understood, but, regardless of method, they wasted little time in taking hostage a group of professors, eating lunch together. A single one had been released, bringing with them a message:

“Everyone leaves. No one comes in. Everyone stays outside the fence.”

It had seemed like a trap, at first. Of course it had. It wouldn’t be the first time that Villain had played such a trick. After much debating, however, evacuation was deemed to be the best option, and the campus was soon barren.

The hours afterwards had been as long and hot as they had been nerve-wracking. The very thought of following orders from Villain made Hero’s stomach twist, but their orders were incredibly clear: Don’t do anything stupid.

It was an incredibly difficult order to follow.

Establishing a line of communication had been the hardest part. Villain had quickly disconnected any security cameras in the vicinity, alongside confiscating any technology their hostages might have held.

In the end, it was decided that a reporter would be the one to go in. One of the most recognizable faces in the city, and one that was neutral. Not fighting for either side, but representing the citizenry.

The whole plan bet on one fact: That the shapeshifting Hero could pull of the imitation.

It worked. At least, it worked for as long as it needed to. Villain accepted the olive branch, and allowed the supposed reporter to enter unharmed.

Of course, the illusion broke as soon as Hero opened their mouth. No matter how good they were at changing their shape, it did not change their voice. In the brief moment of confusion, the hostages had managed to make their escape.

Leaving only the two nemeses, and the building as their battlefield.

It was hard to remember the fight. They had waged so many battles against one another, they all seemed to blend together, at one point or another. There was broken glass, pushed over tables, exploding equipment, and then-

And then they were on the roof.

Villain was stupid, but they weren’t, well, they weren’t stupid. They may have had the moral compass of a kleptomaniac feline, and the brain cells to match, but they had common sense. A sense of self-preservation.

Forcing them to the edge of the roof... it was supposed to be like pushing them to a corner. Trapping them.

In the video, the two figures danced. Forward, and back, until one took the lead. Until they were up against the edge, with nowhere left to go.

They were supposed to stop. They weren’t supposed to fall.

They stopped their own fall, or at least they tried. They were telekinetic. Of course they did. But they were surprised, or confused, or, or something. They slowed themself down. But they did not stop. The force with which they struck the concrete parking lot below was more than enough to knock them out.

The video ended.

And... that was it. The end. Years and years of battles, some won, some lost, all ended. They should have been happy, and they were! They hated Villain, sincerely and truly hated them.

But no other villain fought like them. No other villain had their tongue, their wit. Their skill. Their fight.

Villain’s defeat should have been epic! The ultimate confrontation of good and evil, of chaos, and order.

Yet, their downfall was a simple trip.

In the corner of Hero’s TV screen, small white text helpfully reported to them just when that video had been recorded.

One year ago.

One year, since that day. Since Villain’s downfall. And now...

Hero’s phone buzzed. A text message. The confirmation of a meeting.

One whole year, and still, Hero’s mind was consumed by their lost nemesis.

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The diner was terribly busy, and yet, when Hacker walked through the door, Hero had no doubts as to their identity.

Despite their rather stereotypical appearance, there was nothing about the person’s manner that would have indicated the sheer amount of time they spent behind a computer screen. They greeted the receptionist, pointed to Hero, and exchanged a few words beyond that. With a smile, then, they parted, and made their way to Hero’s table.

Their manner only seemed strange when they sat down, and Hero noted that the way they smiled seemed to pain them.

“Is this seriously what you people act like?” They hissed through bared teeth. “Can I stop smiling now? Or will they look at me weird?”

“They’re already looking at you weird.”

“They are?”

“You- You don’t need to do that.”

“Oh thank god.” Immediately, their expression fell into one far more analytic. Far less friendly. “I, uh, don’t get out much.”

“Really?” Hero raised a brow incredulously. 

“I’ve got more important things to do than, uh, than going out. Anyways.” They stuck a hand outwards. It was partially covered by a fingerless glove. “I’m Hacker.”

“I figured.” Hero shook the offered hand. “I’m Hero, though I suppose you already know that.”

“You’d think people here would be, uh, a bit more in awe? It’s not everyday you get to eat in the same building as a superhero.”

“Keep your voice down, please.”

“Oh, sorry. Is it, like, a secret? You don’t have a secret identity, do you?”

“No. But when I’m out of costume, I’m not exactly that recognizable. So let’s keep it that way. Kapish?”

“Kapash. But, still, oh my god. This is so cool! A real life hero...”

“Yeah... Yeah. A real hero alright.”

A hero who could hardly focus during battle. A hero who infuriated their team leader more than they aided them.

“Anyways.” Hacker raised their head, a far more natural smile coming onto their face. “I have the... thing.”

“You mentioned that. It’s about Villain, right?”

“Mhm.”

The person across the booth leaned down, prying a laptop from a carrying case and placing it atop the table. It was a bulky thing, and as soon as it was turned on, the shrill sound of fans struggling not to overheat filled Hero’s head. Hacker clicked around a bit. They gripped the edges of the device, as if about to spin it around, before they stopped, frowning.

“It’s been a year now, hasn’t it?” They commented.

“Since Villain was captured. Yes. 374 days.”

“You remember?”

“Yes.”

“You miss them, don’t you?”

It was so direct. Hero couldn’t help but stutter:

“I don’t- Of course I don’t miss them. I hate them.”

Hacker looked up over the laptop screen to give them an incredulous look. It wasn’t a convincing lie.

“I don’t miss them.” Hero stood their ground. “But I want to make sure they’re contained.”

“I just... I don’t know if this is something you want to see. You’re trying to move on, and-”

“Show me it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. If it’s something to do with their containment, I need to know about it. I can’t let them hurt anyone else.”

“Well, that’s not the problem here. If you’re sure.”

With a sigh, Hacker spun the computer around, so that it’s screen faced Hero.

They weren’t sure what they expected. Some kind of... deep web threat? A message from Villain? A copycat? An escape attempt?

But they didn’t get any of that. Instead, the screen displayed a simple PDF. Medical records. At the top, in bold letters and a rather ostentatious logo, the header read:

Specialized Criminal Rehabilitation Unit of Organization

For the most part, the page was Greek to Hero. A slew of ID numbers and attending physicians with far too many acronyms following their names. What did make sense to them was the spreadsheet that made up most of the page, labelled:

Approved Daily Medication Dosage for Patient: Villain

The spreadsheet took up two pages with solid text. Hero did not recognize the medication names, of course, but they did not need to be a doctor to understand the entries written under the column labelled “Medication Purpose.”

Every single data cell, even as they scrolled to the bottom of the document, contained only one word. The same word.

Sedation

“This is...” Hero muttered, furrowing their brow. Scrolling up and down. This had to be wrong, somehow.

“I don’t understand most of it.” Hacker commented sheepishly. “But, uh, I have a few friends with some more medical knowledge than me. They’ve never seen anything like it. It’s more than enough medication to sedate a fucking elephant- sorry, excuse my language.”

“It’s fine.” The confusion in their voice was rapidly melting to fury.

“Even for major surgical procedures... nothing near this level would ever be used.”

“This has to be a mistake.” Hero shook their head. “A mix-up. Maybe it’s like... all the medications the facility ordered. And they just labelled it wrong.”

“Well, if it’s a mistake, they’ve been making the exact same one for an entire year. I’ve got 374 of these files. Newest one just got uploaded a few hours ago.”

“And they’re always the same?”

“With some minor dosage adjustments, but yes. That’s not, um, that’s not all of it.”

Hacker reached over, dragging the computer back so that it faced them again. There was more clicking this time, along with typing at a speed that made Hero’s fingers hurt, just to watch it.

When the laptop was spun back around, this time, it was a video.

A camera feed.

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Villain felt about to choke on their tongue.

It wasn’t a new feeling. More or less, it was the only thing they felt, anymore. That heavy block of muscle in their mouth, threatening at any moment to block throat choke air no air no-

They were losing their words again. Words... wordsssssss... Voices. Voices spoke words. Sometimes, they did. Sometimes they grumbled and muttered and sputtered and murmured like a car murmured. Cars... or was it cats? No, cats didn’t murmur. They purred. What else did they do? Not bark... no, barking too loud for cats. Cat go mew mew, real quiet like.

Cat’s meow, that is a cat’s voice. There were other voices, too. Quiet like cats. Two of them, two voices. They knew those voices, those were the doctors’ voices. The doctors liked to talk a lot. They talked, but they did not see. Or... no. They were not seen. Villain did not see them. They wanted to, but their eyes were broken. The engines in their eyelids would not run anymore, would not open the garage door, Sally!

One of the doctors’ voices got closer. A million miles away, a hand was laid upon Villain’s wrist, flipping over their hand so that their palm faced downward.

“Let’s move it.”

It was a silly thing to say. Nothing moved in this place. Nothing that Villain could see, as their eyes were broken.

“Is the other vein healed enough?”

“It’s going to have to be.”

Silly words... Villain wanted to laugh, but their muscles were firmly locked away behind a padlock.

“Okay.” The doctor sounded so sad. Why were they so sad? Villain’s mouth was full of soil. The doctor was tired. “I’ll get the rest of the medicines.”

“We’re going 30 milligrams up from yesterday on the Propofol.”

“Oh? Why?”

“They opened their eyes, yesterday.”

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Hero felt sick. In the top right corner of the security footage, the same logo from the medical records was displayed. The Specialized Criminal Rehabilitation Unit of Organization. Below it, a subtitle.

“Keeping the city safe.”

Was this safety? It shouldn’t have been. They had known, of course, what had happened to Villain after their capture and very brief hospital stay. It was what happened to all villains. They were sent to the rehab unit.

A therapy program. Helping villains to control their powers and reform their lives. To return them to the straight and narrow. But, now that Hero thought about it...

Villain was the only one who had never been released.

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Thanks so much for reading! Just like last time, there are two options along with every part of this story. Alongside each options is a question, so that you guys can give more specific suggestions if you so wish. The option that receives the most votes will be the choice that our Hero makes!

A.) Tell someone about what is happening - Who should Hero tell? (They are on a small team, as well as part of a larger Organization, for reference.)

B.) Attempt a more direct approach. Visit Villain in the rehab program - Should Hero try to rescue Villain immediately?

[atlafan]

The Real Him - One Shot

a/n: I’m not sure where this came from...a lot of this is sort of how I feel about writing, and reading, and how my brain works???? Hope you enjoy cause it’s fun! Book Writer!Harry x Y/N (not proofread) 

Words: 9.6K

Warnings: Fluff, wee bit of angst, and smut

Books weren’t things Y/N found interesting. She hated reading the assigned books in high school for whatever English classes she had to take. She often would just read what she needed on Sparknotes, and that was enough. Then, in college, even if she wanted to read for leisure, she didn’t have the time. She had to read articles and academic journals constantly. By the time she was done for the day, the last thing she wanted to do was read.

Now, as a young adult living in the city, she noticed her anxiety was always worse at night. She lived alone in a little studio apartment, it had a wonderful view. She would watch TV or scroll on her phone until she fell asleep, but the screens were too much for her eyes. She knew it wasn’t good for her. Much to her friends’ shock, she texted them asking them for book recommendations. Y/N didn’t want to think too hard, she didn’t like scary stories, but she also liked a little bit of world building and romance. Fuck, if there was anything she loved, it was a good romance. Her friends told her about this young author they discovered whose stories were enthralling.

She took their word for it, and ordered one of his books off his website. He was self-published, which she found to be interesting. How good could he be if a major publication didn’t want him? She trusted her friends’ opinions though, so she went with it. He had this series called, The Unicorn in the Farmer’s Pool, that they raved about. She told herself she’d start with the first one and see how it goes. Sometimes Y/N had a hard time concentrating to even read a book, so she didn’t want to buy too many.

The title of the book itself was odd, but when she read the description she understood. Apparently, it was about this young woman, new to town, who was going for a walk with her younger sister, and one day they come across this beautiful old home and large farm. There was a pool in the back with one of those big unicorn floats, which they both found odd. They see the farmer outside, and the woman inquires about it. He explains that it’s his daughter’s. He and his wife were divorced, and she moved out to the city. Unfortunately, she passed away, so his little girl came home to live with him.

It was a certified slow burn, so when it came in the mail, Y/N couldn’t wait to get her hands on it. There was only one picture of the author, Harry Styles, on his website. The book, however, had a lovely picture of him on it. He even named his publication company after himself, trademarking HES Books. He was handsome, there was no denying that.

“Alright, let’s see how well this guy knows how to write thing from the perspective of a woman.” She says as she settles into her bed with the book.

For the first time in a long time, Y/N found a book that she just couldn’t put down. Sure, she passed out with it on her chest, but she’d get right back to it the next night. She was ripping through it. Her heart would race anytime the farmer and the woman had a scene together. She cried when he spoke about his divorce, and how he never slept knowing his daughter was so far away. He’d never wish his ex-wife ill, but he felt like it was fate to have his daughter home. He’d give her anything she wanted, even a giant unicorn float for the pool. Something she couldn’t have in the city. His daughter would paint his nails glittery colors, and he didn’t give a shit what anyone else thought of it. Y/N could feel her heart pounding as the woman slowly fell for him. They became fast friends but it was clear they wanted more, but they were both so scared.

“Oh, you son of a bitch.” She says to herself when she gets to the end of the book, it was a cliffhanger. They hadn’t even gotten together yet. They were caught in a rain storm, about to kiss, but they were interrupted. “Goddammit.” She groans and grabs her laptop to buy the rest of the series. “Welp, Mr. Styles, you now own my ass, I hope you’re happy.” She sticks her tongue out at his picture on his website.

By the time she finished the third book, she was inconsolable. It thrilling, but she knew it couldn’t be the end for the two who were now so in love with each other. She also couldn’t believe how well written their love scenes were, a little shocked there was a small dash of smut. She looked on his website and saw he was set to release the fourth and final book of the series soon, and there would be a big release for it. He would do a reading and signing. Y/N texted her friends and they all agreed they needed to go. They still couldn’t believe how much Y/N liked the series. It consumed her soul, she couldn’t get enough. She even bought his other standalone novels to read until the release.

Eliza: hey! HES just released the first book on audio, and he narrates it! Should hold us over until the release ;)  

Y/N: holy fucking shit! Literally about to go download it, thanks!!!

Now this was a way to fall asleep, she thought. She plugged her earbuds into her phone, turned her light off, and hit play. She gasps the second she hears his voice.

“He’s British?!” She says to herself. “Dear god.”

His voice was deep and sultry, and sounded incredibly crisp through the audio. Each night for the rest of that week, she fell asleep to the sound of Harry’s voice; it was euphoric. She felt sort of weird for becoming as big of a fan of him that she was. It was like she was in high school again having a crush on some unattainable celebrity. She couldn’t even talk about him to anyone at work. It was like this big secret between her and her friends. Instead of listening to music in her office, she started listening to interviews or podcasts he was involved in. Anything to just get a better understanding for who he was or how his mind worked. She found that he was incredibly private, only tweeting or posting on Instagram from promotional purposes. A PR person most likely running the sites for him.

“Okay, I think I’m obsessed with him, like, it’s bad.” She tells her friends at brunch one Saturday morning. They would all try their best to get together a couple times a month.

“Welcome to the dark side.” Eliza says.

“I knew if we didn’t push you that you’d come around at some point to ask us for a book rec.” Melinda says.

“You could have just showed me his picture, he’s so handsome! I can’t wait to go to the signing. I wonder what type of suit he’ll wear. Maybe all black?”

“I heard he’s into florals lately.” Eliza says. “I’m glad we got our tickets when we did, it’s going to be packed.”

“Yeah, like, at least we’ll have seats for the reading.” Melinda says.

“I can’t believe we’re going to hear his voice in person. That audio book? Oh my god.” She pretends to fan herself. “I’ve been enjoying his other novels too. He has such a way with words, I can’t remember the last time I actually enjoyed a book this much. Maybe The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants?” She chuckles.

“Didn’t you read that in high school?!” Eliza laughs.

“Yeah!” Y/N laughs, and Melinda joins in. “I fucking hate reading. I wonder if he’ll ever sell the rights and have it turned into a movie or TV series.”

“People have been begging him. He said maybe once the fourth book has been out for a bit. He didn’t want to feel pressured, like, you know how with Game of Thrones the books didn’t come out fast enough for the series?” Melinda says.

“Oh yeah, that makes sense. I think a TV show would be good. Then they could take their time with it. The only thing is I can’t picture someone playing the farmer other than him.” Y/N sighs.

“Agreed.” Eliza says. “I can really only see him.”

“So, how are we dressing for the signing? I don’t wanna look desperate by dressing up too much.” Melinda says.

“Melinda…” Y/N starts chuckling. “You have a girlfriend.”

“I’m aware.” She swats a hand at Y/N. “But damn, Harry is too fine.”

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Y/N curls the ends of her hair on the day of the signing. It was finally here, and she couldn’t be more excited. She found a cute yellow top to wear with some high waist jeans. She does some simple makeup, but makes sure to have her eyes pop. The rules were that people could only bring one book with them, so she grabs the first in the Unicorn series. She fully intended to buy the new book as well, and they said he would sign all new purchases too.

She meets Melinda and Eliza outside the bookstore where it would all be happening. They get in line to buy their new books, and head to their seats. They were able to snag tickets for the second row. He would be reading the first few chapters of the first book, and then would spend the rest of the time signing books.

“I’m so excited.” Y/N whispers to both of her friends.

A man comes out shortly to check the crowd of people waiting, and soon it’s announced that Harry would be coming out. Everyone stands up and claps for him. He was wearing a sleek black suit, and his hair was pushed back off his face. He looked bashful as he smiled out to everyone, and stood at the podium provided. Everyone sits back down as he clears his throat.

“Thank you all so much for being here. Whether you’re a new fan or if you’ve been with me for years, I appreciate your support. It feels surreal for this series to be over. I’ve loved these characters so much, and when I finished the final edits, it felt weird saying goodbye. I also want to say thanks for all the support with the first audio book. I fully intend to do one for the rest, it just takes a lot of time and editing, so hold tight for me, alright?” The crowd giggles, and his dimple grows deeper. He takes a sip of the water provided, and opens the book. “Let’s get started shall we?” He looks up at the audience who was waiting patiently. He makes eye contact with Y/N. It’s brief, but he looked at her…or at least she told herself he did.

His voice was just as smooth in person as it was on the audio. Y/N was swooning, barely paying attention to the words, but more so watching the way his lips moved. The way he’d lick his lips after getting a sip of water, and watching his Adam’s apple bob up and down. It all felt like a dream. He ended up reading five chapters instead of three, as a treat, until his manager came out to remind him to wrap it up.

“Right, well, I’ve been told I’m done speaking.” He chuckles. “I just need about ten minutes and I’ll be able to sign all your books. Thanks so much!”

He leaves as everyone claps for him again. Everyone gets in line and waits for him to return. There was a table waiting for him to sit at and a ton of markers.

“I wonder how long we’ll get with him. Like, a minute, right?” Eliza asks.

“Make every second count.” Y/N says.

“I’m gonna try to take a selfie.” Melinda says. “Then I’ll really remember it forever.”

As the girls got closer to the front of the line, Y/N felt herself getting nervous, and her palms were starting to sweat. She tries to wipe them on her jeans before she gets to him.

“Hello, love.” He smiles at her. “Whatcha bring f’me?”

“Huh?” She was so taken aback.

“Well, I know you didn’t come here to have me sign a body part…unless you did.” He shrugs. “Although, I don’t think my manager would appreciate that.” He winks at her and it makes her giggle.

“I have the first back, and the newest one.” She hands them both to him. “I have to say, I’m not really a big reader, but this really drew me in. I think I’ve fallen in love with reading for the first time in my life.”

“That’s like…I mean…wow, what a compliment, thanks.” He signs both of the books. “What’s your name?”

“Y/N.”

“Y/N.” He repeats as he continues to leave a nice note in both of her books. “You know pictures aren’t allowed, but if you turn around and happen to take a selfie they can’t stop you.” He points to the few guards.

Y/N turns around and takes a selfie with Harry. She turns back around and chuckles as she takes her books back.

“Thank you so much. I can’t wait for the next audio books.”

“You liked the first one?”

“Loved it.”

“So, it wasn’t weird listening to me for that long?”

“Not at all…” She starts blushing. “Your voice is sort of, um, soothing…I have a lot of anxiety at night, and, well, reading, and evening listening has helped me sleep a lot better. So, thanks again.” She smiles at him and he smiles back.

He wished he could hug her. He looks back at his manager, who just sighs at him and nods. Harry stands up from the table and walks around. Before she knew it, his arms were being wrapped around her. She got a whiff of his cologne, and she swore it was her new favorite smell in the world. She barely got a chance to put her hands on him before his manager said it was enough and Harry needed to get back to it.

“Sorry, that was just so endearing.” He lets go of her and sits back down. “Thanks for your support.”

Y/N steps aside and looks at her friends who were waiting for her to finish up. She looks back at Harry who was already talking to the next person. She sighs, knowing she was long forgotten already.

“Oh my god, I took a picture of him hugging you.” Eliza says. “What was it like? All he did was shake my hand.”

“He smelled so good.” Y/N whines. “Girls, let’s go out for drinks tonight. I need to get some energy out.”

“Great idea! We can drink and then dance the night away.” Melinda says. “What did he write in your books?”

“I don’t wanna look yet, I wanna save it.” Y/N smiles and holds her books close to her.

//

After grabbing dinner and dropping their books off at Y/N’s place, they all head to their favorite dance bar. They all get their drinks and stand near the bar to drink them. Y/N was happily sucking on her straw, swaying along to the fast beat of the music.

“Look, they actually roped off the VIP section.” Eliza points out. Y/N and Melinda turn to look.

“I wonder who’s here. Once in a while someone cool shows up.” Melinda says.

The group in the VIP section erupts into laughter, and the girls’ eyes grow wide. Harry was standing up from the booth, looking much more casual. He still had his dress pants and button up on, but his sleeves were pushed up, revealing his tattoos. He strides up to the bar as he shakes his head back at his friends. He brushes right by the girls, bumping into Y/N, causing her to spill her drink.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry, love.” He says to her, and then he looks her up and down. “Do I know you?” He slurs slightly.

“Um…we…we met earlier today. You signed my books.”

“I signed your what?!” The music was really loud, he must have thought she said something else.

“Books, books!” She really enunciates the k sound.

“Oh!” He bursts out laughing, and puts a hand on her shoulder. “I was gonna say, that sorta thing isn’t really my style. What are you drinking, I’ll get you a new one.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that. There’s still plenty in here.”

“Don’t be silly, I feel terrible. In fact,” He looks at Melinda and Eliza, and then to the bar tender. “Their next round’s on me. I also need another bottle of Patron for my table.”

“Coming right up!”

“Lost a bet with ‘em.” He rolls his eyes. “So the next bottle’s on me.” He shrugs.

“We’ll bring it over to you.” The bar tender says as she puts up three new drinks for you and your friends.

“You really didn’t have to do that.”

“S’the least I can do. Your support is the only reason why I can afford what I have. I should buy your drinks all night.” He smirks.

“Y/N.” Melinds grabs her shoulders and whispers in her ear. “Go for it, bitch, go for it. He’s hitting on you. We’ll be over there.”

She lets Y/N go and drags Eliza with her over to another part of the bar. Y/N grabs her drink and smiles at Harry.

“Your name’s Y/N, right?”

“You must have seen hundreds of people today, how’d you remember?”

“I’m really good with names.” He grins. “Do you want to join me and my friends?”

“What?!”

“Come on, seems like your friends are busy anyways.” He nods over to Melinda and Eliza where Melinda was working as a wing-man for Eliza. “They’re bringing over the Patron, you’ll love it.” He grabs her wrist and brings her over. One of the body guards raises his eyebrows. “I’m baacckk, let us in Mike.” Mike lifts the rope up and lets Harry and Y/N in. “Everyone this is Y/N, she’s got to be one of my biggest fans, so she’s joining us.” He pulls her down into the booth with him and puts his arm around her shoulders.

He was drunk, this was very clear. No one seemed bothered by her presence. Everyone was just happy to have refills for their drinks. Harry takes a shot of the Patron along with everyone else as Y/N sips on her drink. She felt bad, Eliza had to be a bigger fan of Harry, or at least she had been a fan longer…

“So, how’d you know he’d be here?” Harry’s manager, Jeff, asks.

“I didn’t.” She blushes. “My friends and I come here all the time.”

“Right, like we haven’t heard that one before.” Jeff smirks. “Some of you fangirls-“

“Oi! Don’t make fun, she’s cool.” Harry defends her.

“I can prove I’ve been here plenty of times.” Y/N takes her phone out and shows them her Facebook page. “There, you can see how many times I’ve checked in here. I only live a block away, so this tends to be the spot.”

“See, Jess, this is the spot.” Harry smirks, and knocks back another shot. “We’re being rude, here.” He slides a shot over to her. “Have as much as you like.”

“That’s okay, I have this.” She points to her glass.

“Oh, I knew I liked you, you’re so nice.” He pulls her a little closer to him. “But really, if you want any, you can have as much as you want, okay?”

“Thanks.”

Y/N sort of just sits there and tries to listen as each person talks, but the music was so loud, and she was itching to dance, especially now that she had a couple of drinks in her. She was drumming her fingers mindlessly on the table.

“Do you want to dance?” He whispers in her ear. A shiver goes up her spine. She looks up at him and nods. “Alright, let’s hit it then.”

She gets out of the booth and he quickly follows her out to the dance floor. At first it’s just light and playful, he keeps one hand in hers, but keeps a respectable distance. If Y/N was dancing with her friends right now she’d probably be popping her ass no problem. She sort of wished they were still around. She couldn’t remember the last time she danced with a guy. She looks at him and feels a little bold, so she hooks an arm around his neck and dances close to him. His hands move to her hips as she essentially grinds on his thigh. When the next song starts, she turns around to grind her ass against his pelvis. He presses forward against her and she can tell he’s very happy to be dancing with her.

“You said your place was only a block away?” He says into her ear, and she nods. “Wanna head there?”

She stops dancing and turns around to face him.

“Are you serious?” She raises an eyebrow at him.

“Sorry, too forward?”

“No…I just…um…yeah, let’s go back to mine.”

He smiles and throws his arm around her shoulders. He looks over at Jeff who was still sitting with their friends. He waves off to him, and heads out side with Y/N. Harry whistles for a cab, and one pulls up almost right away. They both get into the backseat, and Y/N gives the driver her address. Harry rubs circles into her shoulder. She rests her hand on his knee, as her leg shakes with nerves.

“You alright, love?”

“Mhm, yeah.” She doesn’t look at him.

“No need to be nervous, babe, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

She looks up at him now and smiles. She wanted to do everything with him. It was like every fantasy she had was coming to life. She had dreams about this, but never thought it would come true. The cab pulls up in front of Y/N’s building and they both get out of the cab. She keys into the front door and she leads him to the elevator.

“I’m surprised you’re not exhausted, must be draining to meet so many people.”

“Caught a second wind.” He winks at her. She giggles as they get off at her floor.

She leads him inside as she flips the lights on.

“It’s just a studio.”

“It’s nice, just enough space. You’ve got a great view.” He says as he walks over to the window.

“Yeah, I got really lucky.”

“Mind if I pull the curtains?”

“Not at all.”

She watches the muscles in his back flex as he reaches to pull the curtains closed. He turns to face her and walks over to where she is. He cups one of her cheeks and she leans into his touch.

“I have to be honest, I don’t usually do this.” He says.

“Do what? Hook up with a girl from a bar?” She smirks.

“No, hook up with a fan…” He sighs. “But what you said to me earlier about your anxiety and how my books have helped you, it stuck with me all day. I’m really glad I ran back into you. I got kinda nervous when you didn’t message me.”

“What? Why would I have?”

“I wrote my number in your book.” He lets go of her and steps back. “You didn’t read my notes?”

“No, I…I was saving them for when I was feeling down.” She admits, a little embarrassed. “Why did you put your number in it?”

“In case you ever needed someone to talk to…if you ever got sick of listening to the same story over and over. It was a little impulsive, but no one’s ever said anything like that to me before.”

“I’m surprised by that.”

“Usually people just tell me that they enjoyed it, or they try to flirt or something. It’s usually pretty hollow.” He shrugs. “But you…” He takes her hands in his. “Well…if you noticed, I didn’t really hug anyone else.”

“I did notice. You made me feel really special, Harry.”

“I’d like to keep making you feel that way…”

He releases her hands, and she wraps her arms around his neck. Her hands slide up through his curls, and she gets up on her tip toes while his arms wrap around her waist, pulling her close. His lips brush over hers, and she pulls his face closer to hers to deepen the kiss. She smiles against his lips which makes him smile and pull back.

“What is it?”

“I just…I can’t believe this is happening…” She presses her hips closer to his.

“You’ve thought about this before, with me?”

She nods her head yes and he smirks.

“Is that weird?” She asks, cheeks heating up from embarrassment.

“Who am I to judge what helps someone fall asleep at night?” His voice was low now, eyes darker than they were moments before.

Maybe this wasn’t something either of them should be doing while inebriated. But from lack of better judgement they start kissing again. His hands slide down to cup her ass, and his large hands give her a squeeze. She groans into his mouth, giving him the perfect excuse to lick into her. Her tongue molds to his, and she starts pushing him to walk back towards her bed. He happily lets her lead the way.

The back of his calves hit the bed, and he almost loses his balance. He sits down and brings her with him so she’s straddling his lap. Lips only breaking for a moment to get some air until they’re on each other again. Her hands lace through his hair and he groans when she tugs on him. His lips move to her jaw and then to just under her ear. She gasps when she feels him suck on the tender skin. Her hips roll down over his, and he smirks against her. He licks over the spot he was sucking on, and goes back for more. She grinds herself against him, feeling his bulge press up against where she needs it most. His lips move back to hers so he can nip at her bottom lip before looking at her.

“You want this?” He asks.

“Wouldn’t have said yes to coming back here if I didn’t.”

“You could have changed your mind between the bar and now.” He tucks some loose strands of hair behind her hair. “I meant what I said earlier, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

“I want to, do you?”

“I certainly didn’t change my mind.”

She smiles and leans in to kiss him again before getting off him. She reaches behind him quickly to snag one of her throw pillows to put on the floor. She sits up on her knees before him and reaches for his for the button on his dress pants. She looks up at him as he widens his legs for her. He wasn’t expecting a blow job, but he wasn’t one to turn it down. She pops the button and undoes his zipper. She reaches into his pants and palms him through his boxers first. His palms were flat on the bed, his arms keeping him up, but he can’t help but let his head fall back from her touch.

“Harry, look at me.”

He immediately does as she says so he can make eye contact with her.

“Is this okay? Can I take it out?”

“Yeah, please.”

She smiles and tugs his pants and boxers down slightly, he lifts his hips up to help her. He unbuttons his shirt while his dick slaps up against his lower stomach. She gazes up at him. Once his shirt is off, she can’t help but look over all his tattoos.

“You’re so…pretty.” She chuckles.

“Not as pretty as you.” He runs his hands through her hair, giving her a little encouragement to get started.

She blushes as her eyes fall to his hard cock, tip swollen and ready to go. She licks her right hand and gives him a few pumps first. He grunts as he watches her. She licks a stripe up from his base to his tip before she wraps her lips around him. His eyes flutter closed for a second, but he didn’t want to miss anything so he does his best to keep his eyes open to watch her work on him. She already had small droplets of spit rolling down her chin. Sloppy, he thinks to himself and he smirks. She sinks a little further down on him, testing herself to see how much she can take. He thrusts up slightly to meet her halfway and she gags on him, needing to pop off for a moment.

“Sorry, been a while.” She mumbles, and gets back on him.

“No worries, doing great, love.”

He helps keep her hair back as she starts to bob up and down on him. Her warm mouth felt so fucking good around him. She swallows around him before really hollowing her cheeks to suck on him. Her mouth moves up to his tip so she can lick away at his slit. She wraps a hand around him to pump him as she does this.

“Baby, baby, hold on.” He pants, and moves her face away from him. She looks up at him with big, innocent eyes that were slightly watery now. “I’ll come if you keep doing that.” He sounded almost out of the breath. She nods and stands up. His hands grips her hips and then slide to the button on her own jeans. “You’re sure?”

“Yes.” She says, taking off her shirt. He looks up at her and kisses on her chest as he undoes her pants.

He yanks them down her legs. He smiles at her mismatched set of underwear. She had worn a white bra with her yellow shirt, and a simple pair of blue panties with her jeans.

“I didn’t think, um, I would be…it was a girl’s night, and-“

“Do you really think I care about your underwear not matching?” He raises an eyebrow at her as he smirks.

She smiles and rests her hands on his shoulders as he kisses on her lower tummy. He stands up to kick his pants away, and lets her get on the bed. She lays on her back, propping herself up with her elbows. He crawls onto the bed and settles between her legs. His lips find hers as he grinds himself against her covered center. She bites her bottom lip, just wanting her underwear gone. He reaches behind her to unhook her bra. After a few seconds of fumbling he gets it, and watches the bra loosen around her. She pushes it off her shoulders, and tosses it to the ground. His hands cup her full breasts immediately. He kneads them and tweaks her nipples. She grinds her hips up towards his as they continue to move against each other. He dips his head down to kiss on her chest, and he rolls a nipple between his teeth. He works his way down her body and slides her underwear down her legs, tossing them aside where he feels like. She parts her legs for him.

He dips his down and licks from her center to her clit. He does this slowly but with precision. Her hips buck up towards him, encouraging him to keep going, so he does. He licks all around her until his lips are around her throbbing clit. He nibbles and sucks and flicks his tongue while his fingers explore her folds. Her hands were in his hair. She kept thinking she was going to wake up. Any minute now she would snap out of her dream. She would pinch her eyes closed and expect to see the morning sun creeping through her windows, but not this time. When she opened her eyes there he was, head between her legs, lapping away at her. The clouds covering the moon and night sky. He had her whimpering and tugging at his hair. He wanted her to come, but not yet, just get her to the brink. She pouts at him when he lifts his head. He licks his lips and smiles at her.

“Got any rubbers?”

“Mhm, in the bathroom, I can-“

“I got it, just tell me where.”

“The box in the cabinet below the sink.”

He pecks her lips before going into her little bathroom. He smirked to himself wondering how he might shower the next morning. He was taller than the showerhead. He bends down to open up the cabinet and spots the box of condoms. It was opened, but not many were missing. Not the he was one to judge. Harry hooked up a lot. He grabs a couple, just in case they feel like getting frisky again later on, and heads back out. He rips the foil packet open and slides it on over his length. She bites her bottom lip in anticipation.

“Tell me something,” He starts as he gets back on the bed, between her legs, hovering over her body. “When you had me in your thoughts was it ever like this?”

He rubs his tip against her clit, getting her to moan out. He pushes into her entrance but doesn’t go much further until he gets his answer. His eyebrows were raised, looking at her.

“This is usually the part when I’d wake up.” She whispers. “Before anything good could really happen.” She cups his cheek and runs her thumb over his cheekbone. “Please.”

He kisses her as he pushes the rest of the way inside her. They both groan. She was so wet, even with the condom on, it still felt amazing. He was nice and snug inside her. He moves slowly at first to not hurt her. He hooks an arm under one of her legs to bring it up a little higher. He wanted to get in as deep as possible. She clutches at his shoulders as he drives it in.

“Oh my god.” She gasps as his tip brushes her g-spot. “Jesus Christ.” She grits her teeth.

“Ever had anyone like this before?” He says into her ear.

“Never this deep, shit.”

He sits up and puts both of her legs over his shoulders. His fingers press bruises into her thighs as he holds onto her. She looks up at him as her mouth falls open. He was ramming into her and it felt so good to fuck like this. She didn’t want to be treated delicately. What he was doing was amazing, but her clit was missing the friction, so her hand slides down to rub at it.

“Fuck.” He breathes as he watches her touch herself. He lets go of one of her thighs and moves her hand aside so he can rub it for her. Her head rolls back the second she feels his thumb on her.

“Just like that.” She pants. “Don’t stop.”

He grunts his response as he continues to fuck her. He could feel her tightening around his cock and he knew she was close. He rubs her a little faster, and watches as her body contorts under his.

“Let go, come on, show me how you do it, Y/N.”

That pushes her over the edge. She cries out as she comes around him. He rubs her still, but slows his pace to help her through it. She tightens around him again as she comes down from her bliss. He drops her legs and pulls out. He sits up against her headboard and pulls her into his lap. He doesn’t have her face him, though, he has her sit on him facing away. Her head rolls back against his shoulder once she sinks down on him. She uses her knees to push herself up and down on his cock. He bites down on her shoulder, licks up to just under her ear to suck on the tender skin again. His hands find her bouncing breasts, and he kneads them.

“Harry.” She groans.

“Feels good, love?”

“So good.” She turns her head and sticks her tongue out slightly so he’ll kiss her. His tongue meets hers and they practically slobber all over each other as her pace quickens on him.

His hands slide down to her hips to help her. He thrusts up into her to get into a rhythm. He could feel his orgasm bubbling at the base of his spine.

“Fuck, oh my god.” He moans, which makes her moan. She tightens around him. He wanted her to come again, to come with him, so he rubs her clit while she continues to bounce him.

“Shit, fuck, Harry!”

They come at the same time, both of them crying out form the intensity. He gives her a second to catch her breath before he lifts her off of him. She gets up and quickly walks to the bathroom to clean herself up. He goes in after her to rid himself of the condom. She was about to throw on a t-shirt when he comes back out.

“Don’t bother.” He smirks.

“What do you mean?”

“It’ll just come off again.”

“Oh.” She blushes and puts it back into her dresser.

He gets on the bed with her and pulls her close to his chest. His fingers run up and down her back lightly, causing goosebumps to raise on her skin. She rests one of her legs on top of his, and wraps her arm around his torso. She wasn’t sure if she’d have the energy to fuck him again so soon, especially when the rhythm of his heart beat was lulling her to sleep. Her eyes flutter closed. He looks down at her and smiles when he sees her lips parted. He kisses the top of her head, and slowly falls asleep himself.

//

The next morning, Y/N wakes up cozy, head stuffed into her pillow, blankets wrapped around her. It was darker than usual. Her eyes flutter open and see the rain falling down. She hears it tapping delicately against her windows. It was a normal Sunday morning, or it would have been if she hadn’t completely forgotten there was a warm body wrapped around her. She rolls over slowly not to disturb the stranger. She gasps to herself when she sees it really is Harry Styles, not just some guy that looked like him. She really took him home with her and she really fucked him. He pulls her closer to her and she sighs.

“Your bed’s comfy.” He mutters.

“Thanks, I’ve got one of those foam pads under the sheets. Makes a world of difference.”

She feels his chest rumble as he chuckles. She feels him press a soft kiss to her forehead before pulling away slightly.

“Mind if I grab a shower?”

“Not at all.” She smiles up at him. “If you don’t mind smelling like my fruity shampoo, that is.”

“You’re funny.” He chuckles again and stretches as he sits up. He rubs his eyes, and gets out of the bed. Y/N couldn’t help but ogle his naked body as he walks away. He pops his head out of the door frame to look at her. “Are you coming?”

“Oh…you wanted me to-“

“Obviously.” He scoffs. “Wouldn’t mind fucking you again, either.”

Normally she’d wrap herself in a blanket, but if he was going to be bold, then so was she. So she gets out of bed and struts over towards him. She brushes her teeth quickly as he uses some mouth wash. She gets the water in the shower going.

“Does that head detach? I don’t know if I can crouch for that long.” He laughs.

“Yeah, it comes right off, don’t worry.” She pulls back the curtain and they both get in.

She helps him wash up, scrubs her nails over his head as she washes out the shampoo, and once they’re both clean, he hoists her up against the wall, and kisses her. She was plenty wet for him, and he smiles against her as he slips a finger inside her.

“You were ready f’me, hm?”

“Guess so.” She nips at his bottom lip, which delights him.

“Mind if I just slip it in like this and pull out after?”

“That’s fine.” She smiles. “Wouldn’t mind actually being able to feel you.”

“Christ.” He groans, and then pushes his hard cock inside her. Her head rolls back against the tile as his lips attack to her throat.

It was a nice, passionate morning fuck. When they’re done she gets him a towel, and wraps one around herself. He watches as she runs around to make her bed back up. It was a small apartment, so any clutter just made it look even smaller. He grabs his phone out of his pants pocket, and sighs.

“Alright?” She asks, sitting on the edge of her bed. He comes to sit down next to her.

“Yeah, just a ton of missed calls and texts. Thought I made it pretty clear to Jeff I wouldn’t be coming back to the hotel last night.”

“Do you have a plane to catch or anything?”

“Not today, tomorrow though.”

She watches as he types away to respond to the dozen or so texts he had form various people.

“Would you like any coffee or anything? Juice?”

“Just a black coffee would be perfect if it’s not too much trouble, love.”

“Coming right up.”

His eyes flicker up to watch her bum and hips sway as she walks into the kitchen area. She fills up her Keurig to get his coffee going.

“No cream or sugar, just black?”

“Please.” He smiles. “Thanks.”

She nods and gets a mug down from her cabinet to place under the machine. She thinks he’s talking to her for a moment, but when she looks over she can see he’s on the phone.

“I’m not sure when I’ll be back. I’m well aware, thanks.” He sighs and shakes his head. “I’m allowed to go out and have some fun.” He crosses a leg over the other so he can rest his elbow on his thigh, propping his chin up with his palm. “She’s making me a cup of coffee, is that alright? No, I don’t just carry those in my back pocket…” He rolls his eyes. “I’ll take care of it. Alright, bye.”

She comes over to him with a mug for him, and one for herself. She added a bit of cream to hers. She just couldn’t do black coffee.

“Thank you so much, feel like I’m about to get a headache.” He says, taking the mug from her, smacking his lips after he takes a sip.

“I have some aspirin if you need some.”

“Caffeine should work just fine, but thank you.”

“So, uh, not that I was listening in or anything, just, small space and all, but what don’t you carry around in your back pocket?”

“Oh.” He chuckles. “An NDA, that’s all. Jeff’s gonna email one over to me any second I’m sure.”

“What do you need an NDA for?”

“It’s not for me, it’s for you.”  She looks at him deeply confused. “I’m a very private person, and not that I think you’re the type to go around spouting your business, it’s just, well, you’re a fan and…”

“You need me to sign an NDA so I won’t tell anyone we fucked?”

“Basically, yeah. Sorry if that makes things a little awkward. It’s just to keep my personal life personal, that’s all.” He takes another sip of the coffee. “This is really good, what brand is this?”

“Green Mountain Coffee…it comes from Vermont.”

“It’s delicious, I’ll have to look into it.” He smiles, although she can tell she’s starting to feel uneasy. She’s painfully aware that this was just a drunk hookup, a one night stand. “Are you alright?” He puts a hand on her knee.

“M’fine, just a bit groggy.” She sips her own coffee.

“Well, I’m starved, you’ve gotta be too, right? What a good place to grab some breakfast around here?” He stands up and starts looking for his clothes.

“Um…there’s a place right down the street.”

“We’ll have to take a cab unless you have a really big umbrella.” He smirks as he pulls his boxers on.

“Do I have to sign an agreement saying I won’t talk about breakfast too, or?”

Harry sighs as he pulls his pants on. She looks at him as she sips her coffee.

“Guess I’ll find out when I read the fine print.” She stands up and walks back over to her kitchen area. He follows her there with his mug and sticks it in the sink.

“Why is it such a big deal?”

“It’s not, I just…I mean…what do you think I’m going to do? Go onto a blog and spill every detail about last night? As if I could remember every little thing.” She scoffs and rinses out her mug.

“You easily could. You have to understand, sometimes when stories slip or people feel like they know things about you, it’s harder to get deals or make business decisions. I want to be taken seriously, so I don’t post personal things on social media, and I have the people I hook up with sign NDA’s.”

“Well, maybe I should have you sign one for me then.” She says, crossing her arms. He raises an eyebrow at her. “How do I know our night together won’t be inspiration for your next love scenes? You’re quite descriptive in your works. You must take from real life when you’re writing those things.”

“I’ll tell you what, I’ll text Jeff and have him email me two, one for each of us. I won’t talk about you and you won’t talk about me. Now, can we please go get some breakfast?”

“Why do you even want to go anywhere with me if you’re so scared of people finding out?” She walks over to her dresser to pick out an outfit she wouldn’t mind getting wet in the rain.

“It’s one thing to be seen with someone at a diner, it’s another to have what you’re like in the bedroom aired out to millions of people.”

“It’ll be obvious we slept together. My neck is littered with kiss marks.” She taps over one of the spots. He watches as she wriggles a pair of panties up her legs, and then a pair of jeans. “You’re also wearing your clothes from last night.” She tosses him his button up.

“I don’t suppose you have a large t-shirt I could throw on?”

“I’m sure I could find one.” She find a bra and t-shirt of her own, and then rummages through her pajama drawer for one of her larger bed shirts. “Here.” She hands him the shirt. He puts it on and looks down at it.

“Cute.” He smiles. “You can keep mine, and I’ll keep this one, how’s that sound?”

“Guess I’m just glad that’s not my favorite one.” She grabs her raincoat and umbrella. She furrows her brows and then remembers where her rubber boots on. “Could you order an uber or something?”

“Sure.”

They get down to the street, and head into the car he ordered. The diner was busy when they got there, but since it was just the two of them, they didn’t have to wait long to be seated. Harry’s phone pings with the email from Jeff.

“So…I just need to digitally sign it?”

“Mhm.” He hands his phone over to her so she can read over everything. He rests his chin on his palm. “Don’t think I’ve ever seen someone read over it so diligently before.”

“I’m a lawyer.” She mumbles.

“No shit.” He sits up, suddenly even more intrigued with her. “Good for you.”

“Well, I’m in law school, and I work as a para at a law firm, but I’m getting there.” She says as she uses her finger to sign her life away. “I’d like to read the one he sent to you for me.”

“Just swipe to the next email.”

She nods and looks it over. It was the same as her. She hands him back his phone and watches him sign it.

“I’d like both copies emailed over to me.”

“Alright, what’s your email?”

“I’ll put it in.” She takes his phone back and puts her information in, sending herself the copies. “There.” She crosses her arms. “Happy?”

“Yes, actually.”

A waitress comes over to them, and they both order scrambled eggs with bacon, potatoes, and toast. It’s quiet between them for a few moments. She looks out the window to watch the rain fall, and then looks back at him. He was twiddling his thumbs in his lap.

“Harry?”

“Yeah?” He looks up at her.

“What am I doing here with you? You could have easily slipped out this morning, even last night…”

“I’m not that kind of guy.”

“So…what is this, a consolation before we never see each other again?”

“No.”

“Then what is this?! I feel like I’m not even looking at a real person. I’ve wanted to meet you for so long, and I would have killed for the opportunity to sit down and have breakfast with you. I have so many questions about your work, and-“

“So, ask me.”

“What?”

“Ask me all your questions. What can I answer that I haven’t already in an interview? You wanna know my thought process? Where and what I get inspired by? How long it takes me to write a book, a chapter even? I only have bullshit answers, to be honest. I keep notes on my phone for when I get inspired, and then when I’m able to be at my computer I’ll type for hours without stopping. It’s like I blackout or something. It feels like I didn’t even take a second to blink. I’ll work on multiple projects at the same time too. I have three other books I’m currently working, all with completely different topics and characters. I can’t shut my brain off, ever. I don’t know why I’m like this. Even when I go on a vacation to unplug, I have to keep a notebook with me to write things down. I started writing because I just needed to get everything out of my head. I feel a huge sense of relief when I’m done with a piece so I can just move on from it. I had to start my own publication because my content was going to be put in the same category as Fifty Shades, and I didn’t want that. Luckily, Jeff went to school for PR, and he helped me out, and now he’s my manager. He’s the best there is, but sometimes it would be nice to fuck a pretty girl and take her to breakfast without having to worry about every little thing.”

Before Y/N can respond their food is brought over. They both thank the waitress. She picks her for up and plays with her potatoes before looking at him.

“Not to mention, said pretty girl told me how much my work means to her, how it helps her sleep at night. Fuck, I mean, I thought I was going to melt into a fucking puddle right there. My anxiety gets bad at night too, I knew exactly where you were coming from, babe. I can’t tell you how many nights I try to go to sleep and can’t, so I just get up and go back to my computer until I pass out in my chair.” He blinks at her, as she still says nothing. “Are you…not going to say anything?”

“I’m not sure what to say, I’m trying to take in everything you said and match it to the person you were yesterday at that signing. It’s an act, right? Your cool demeanor?”

“I have a stage presence for sure.” He sighs, and takes a bite of his bacon. “What am I gonna do, get up there and tell everyone that the fourth book took so long because I had to have surgery for carpal tunnel?”

“For someone who likes to be so private, you’re sure telling me a lot of personal things.”

“You signed something saying you wouldn’t discuss any of this, so I feel a little freer to explain myself. Have I totally ruined your perception of me? Is this a never meet your hero sort of moment?”

“Not at all.” She smiles. “You seem comfortable with me, which is nice. I like that I’m seeing this side of you, you’re more than just the suave guy I’ve seen in interviews, or listening to on podcasts. You’re a person, just like me.”

“Exactly, so you understand why I might want some privacy.”

“I do.” She nods and finally takes a bite of her food. “I’m sorry if I got a little pissy about it.”

“Don’t be, it’s always an awkward conversation to have.”

“So, how many women do you hook up with exactly? You’re making yourself sound like a player.” She chuckles.

“I mean…I’m a guy who has needs. I’m not gonna lie, I probably do it a little too much, but I don’t usually spend this much time with the person, or if I do…well…it’s not usually like this.”

“Why?”

“I wanted to actually have a conversation with you.” He shrugs. “You peaked my interest.”

“Clearly.” She smirks.

“At least I’ve never rubbed one out to the thought of a famous person.” He smirks back.

“Oh, I’m sorry, do you consider yourself famous?” She grins at him. “And I haven’t rubbed one out, it’s usually just a dream. Don’t flatter yourself, Harry.” She shakes her head.

“My bad, so I’ll just assume you get that wet for every guy you hook up with?”

Where was this conversation going, and why was it happening in such a public place? Was he trying to rile her up?

“I don’t think this is appropriate to talk about right now.” She whispers harshly.

He smirks and continues eating. They look at each other occasionally as they eat. The waitress comes over with the bill, and Harry throws some cash down on the table.

“Let me pay the tip at least.” She says, reaching for her purse.

“Don’t be silly, I put plenty down for the tip. I’ve got it.” He puts his hand over hers. “Seems like the rain’s stopped, wanna walk back?”

“Do you not need to be anywhere?”

“Nope.” He smiles. “Today’s my free day, isn’t that nice? I’ve got a plane to catch tomorrow morning, and that’s all I have to worry about. So, I’m more than happy to walk you back home.”

She nods and follows him out of the diner.

“So, do I only get your email, or do I get your number too?”

“Why, so you can hit me up whenever you’re in the city?”

“Precisely.” He nudges her as she laughs. “Come on, I gave you mine.”

“I can’t believe I didn’t even look…I would have been so embarrassed, you would have forgotten all about me. I don’t even know if I would have even had the courage to message you.”

“I wouldn’t have forgotten you.”

“Did you manager know you just gave your number out like that?”

“God no, he’d murder me.” Harry chuckles. “Jeff’s great, but he’s way too serious.”

“So, maybe I’ll message you sometime.”

“I prefer chatting on the phone, to be honest.”

“Why’s that?”

“Anyone can send a text, but a phone is, like, I don’t know, it’s romantic.”

“Romantic?”

“Yeah, like, a phone is something you really need to make time for.”

She pouts at him and looks at him with big eyes. They stop once they’re in front of her building.

“I come back to the city in two weeks, I really would like to see you again.”

“What are you coming back for?”

“Another signing. This one sold out, and I felt bad. I think anyone who wants to see me should.” He shrugs. “I wouldn’t have anything that I do if it weren’t for the people who supported me.”

“That’s sweet.” She smiles. “Okay, I guess we could see each other again.”

“Great, just make sure you call me, okay? Then I can call you, and we’ll just be two people calling each other sometimes.” He blushes.

“Why are you so romantic?” She laughs and wraps her arms around his waist.

“I wish I knew. It’s a blessing and a curse, I think.” He sighs and cups her cheeks. He leans in and kisses her, she happily kisses him back and pulls him closer.

“Do you, um, need to go back to your hotel now?”

“Not necessarily, what’d you have in mind?” He raises an eyebrow at her. She leans up and whispers in his ear, making his cheeks grow hotter. He looks at her, a little stunned. “I definitely have time for that.”

“I figured you would.” She winks at him and yanks him into her building.

She wasn’t ready to let go of him just yet. Everything still felt like a dream, only better. Even when Harry had to go off to his next signing, she slept better than she ever had. She called him late one night, much to his surprise, and they spoke for hours. She didn’t have to listen to the same words over and over to fall asleep, she had him, the real him.