#Kew

[vhstown]

love our a.m.

— hobie brown x gn!reader

summary: Hobie hates mornings, but the ones with you aren't so bad.

warnings: hobie pov, fluff, alarm clock murder 😱 /j semi-edited

word count: 0.8k

a/n: wrote at midnight in like 2 seconds 🙏 p shabby but it's ok a little ooc hurt nobody thank you qiuwey for title idea ly

BRRIIIIII— Smash!

It didn't even get past the first ring. That was the third alarm clock Hobie had broken so far. If was almost a skill by now; he didn't even have to open his eyes. In fact, it was too bright to open his eyes. Everything was too much in the morning. Too bright, too loud, too cold. Why was it so bloody cold?

You. Or the lack of you, for that matter. The lack of you — and the back of you facing him. He stopped himself from moving you when he noticing the gentle rise and fall of your breath — that faint exhale he could listen to forever. Well, maybe not forever, given the way his arm was now cautiously hovering over your sleeping form.

Hobie inched just a little forward, peering over, his face tensed. You were asleep, alright. He couldn't tell if the expression on your face was a smile or a frown. For a moment, Hobie debated getting up and rotating his entire bed to stop you facing the wall, but his strength was only used for destroying appliances this early in the morning, it seemed.

With a sigh that had much more frustration than he'd like, the punk fell back against his pillow. He wasn't being needy, or anything, was he? Sure, he hadn't seen you in a while, and he hadn't held you in a while, but he could wait until you woke up at the very least — right? Hobie tried checking the clock, but it had already suffered fate of his fist. Truthfully, he hadn't slept a wink. Hobie thought about you often enough, sure, but you were all that had filled his mind last night — and arms. He surpressed another grumble. Not needy, of course — maybe a little cold.

You looked so warm — and comfortable. It'd be a crime to wake you up (not that he was much more lawful around you, but he didn't want to anyway.) The fact that his short-lived scrap with the alarm clock didn't alert you was a mystery. The wretched thing was from you, Hobie recalled: brand new from that little junk shop near the docks, now as good as a drumkit without sticks. There was probably a spring he'd dislocated somewhere on the floor for him to step on later. Another reason to hate mornings.

His pillow was starting to feel uncomfy. And the mattress. And all of his clothes. It was freezing now, as well. The blanket was too far, and was also probably too itchy, of course.

He relented, but not entirely. It was far more uncomfortable for him to try and keep his weight off of you, arm moving over your side and bent an awkward angle. If he wasn't so needy, this would be enough. No, this was enough, obviously... Hobie wished he had a second alarm clock to punch right now.

A sudden twitch of movement from you — and Hobie nearly punched himself. He held his breath, the muscles in his arm straining as you moved under him. He debated letting go (though he wasn't holding on much in the first place), before you were still. Hobie let out a quiet exhale.

It was a second later that your fingers curled around his. Then you squeezed his hand. Hobie's eyes flew open; his breath was trapped in his chest again.

"Hey..." He wasn't sure if he was just whispering to himself. "...You awake?"

Another squeeze to his fingers. Hobie sucked in his stomach. The expression on your face looked more like a grin. He had been, what one may call...

"You little—" Fooled.

Hobie couldn't finish his sentence before you turned to bury yourself in his chest, arms slotting between his to wrap him in a hug.

"Little what?" Your voice vibrated against his chest, still somewhat sleepy but awake enough to prove your guilt; you'd been awake all this time. All he could do was pull you more against him, closing his eyes in defeat. "Thought so."

Hobie sighed, soaking in your warmth as his body curled around you. He was like a bug to a radiator; the strange accuracy of that thought made him frown. He wasn't as small as a bug, but he could be as small as he wanted around you. Maybe one morning you'd hold him, but was more than enough, for now. He opened his eyes again when you shifted, yours narrowed by a faint smile.

"Morning," you whispered. The word didn't sound so bad coming out of your mouth.

Hobie leaned down to kiss your lips, if only for a moment, before pulling you back into his chest.

"G'mornin'..." he mumbled, yawning and closing his eyes again.

It was warm, comfortable. The sunlight had mellowed and the only sound was of your breathing, soft and even. Hobie hated mornings, but this one wasn't all that bad — not with you in it.

He decided he'd apologise about the alarm clock later.

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oho thank you for reading ^^ im trying to write more often but i have exams like... every week now so 💔 tis life but i hope u enjoyed

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[wgm-beautiful-world]

Wakehurst Gardens, Sussex, ENGLAND

[likecharlieintherain]

Kew's first women gardeners, 1896 Source

[frenchcurious]

Mansard House à Kew, Victoria en Australie. Construite en 1970 (architecte inconnu), rénovée par Studio Bright avec un aménagement paysager réalisé par Sam Egan Gardens.  Photo Rory Gardiner. - source MCM Daily.

[pupboyxander]

mmmhh so high n dogbrained….need to mount my owner soso bad while he whimpers n moans under me~

hearin his pretty gasps n whines whn i touch him n grab him n scratch n bite him makin me go faster, fillin him up w my cock so deep~

collapsin under me when he comes, praising n complimentin him thru moans, as i fuck him slower n deeper chasin friction against my cock, whinin n barkin over him~

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[snappingthewalls]

[jeff-rees-jones]

Tulips in Kew gardens today...

[guessimdumb]

Billy Nicholls - Kew (1974)

If this one has a bit of the ramshackle charm of the Faces, that's because both Ronnie Wood and Ian MacLagan are on playing on it.

Have I really been drinking from 9 til 5?

[wmelia]

I looove this page this is our first Valentine’s Day 2023, we went to Kew Gardens and saw so many pretty flowers then ate pizza, I made us a daisy chain too!

[bek-a-la]

[decaydanceredacted]

i fear its just me but who else fw alex deleon x jordan witzigreuter x keegan weckler (trs’ old touring guitarist),,,

i feel like they would have a threesome every so often (jordan usually being the bottom), alex would fuck him so hard but he doesnt really mind, he’d say,‘alex… slow down, im not going anywhere.’ in a semi muffled voice cause keegans member would be in his mouth. alex understood, laugh it off, and would somewhat slow down. alex would also pull his hair often, jordan developed a kink for getting his hair pulled after 2 sessions.

keegan on the other hand would fuck his mouth/him slowly for the rare times he got too. he would be careful with jordan, he knew how fragile he was. he’d ask him, ‘you’re doing okay up there, right?’ and jordan would nod. when he was fucking his mouth, he would go extra slow because he knew jordan would kill him if he ended making him lose his voice. sometimes when he was bored, he’d make out with alex, and alex would do the same thing when he was bored too, just more often.

once, keegan and alex thought it would be fun to tie jordan up, alex got to fuck his mouth and keegan got to fuck his little, ‘tight as fuck’ (alex said that often about jordan in private) ass. they told jordan about it, he said it was a ‘dumb idea and the worst i’ve ever heard!’, alex and keegan begged and had turns kissing him passionately until jordan reluctantly agreed after 2 minutes of that happening. i’ll just say that jordan also developed a bdsm kink after that.

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BENT Annexe II, #Australia by BENT Architecture @bentarchitecture. Read more: Link in bio! Photography: Tatjana Plitt @tatjanaplitt. BENT Architecture: Imagine if your home could feel like living in a garden pavilion. At BENT Annexe II, it does! By retaining the character-rich front section of the home and creating a new, light-filled addition to the rear, this family of four plus Pippa the groodle are surrounded by lush greenery and can effortlessly utilise their backyard… #casa #kew #архитектура www.amazingarchitecture.com ✔ A collection of the best contemporary architecture to inspire you. #design #architecture #amazingarchitecture #architect #arquitectura #luxury #realestate #life #cute #architettura #interiordesign #photooftheday #love #travel #construction #furniture #instagood #fashion #beautiful #archilovers #home #house ‎#amazing #picoftheday #architecturephotography ‎#معماری (at Kew, Victoria) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmcIxw9L25_/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[fallauween]

Painting With Leaves by Al King

[daily-public-domain]

Day 159: Pagoda

if for some reason you want 70 various alternate pictures and angles of this pagoda visit this collection

link (of this specific image)

–This image is part of the public domain, meaning you can do anything you want with it! (you could even sell it as a shirt, poster or whatever)–

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