#They still sleep around with other people. plus they're engaged

[taintedsoul-if]

Cad it’s not that I don’t want to romance them I just don’t know if I will like them yet but I’m going to try all romances I’m more indifferent to cad atm rather then super interested or disinterested is what I meant

🤗 alright. If it's not too much work after trying all romances, give me your feedback okay?

It's understandable! Just enjoy yourself. I look forward to hearing your thoughts on the ROs route! ☺

Alright. You enjoy the rest of your day! Stay safe and happy holiday/merry Christmas!

[castlebyersafterdark]

people always sleeping on the dreamiest position of all... sides! like theyre spooning but theyre having sex. so much skin contact, plus you can angle and twist just right so that will's torso is twisted and is facing mike so they can kiss easily too (sort of like the famous titanic kiss), plus the comfort of them both laying down, so great for lazier days or just when they need a rest from being up or riding. your body is the most tense when riding so it can be harder and more painful if youre not super relaxed too, so def for more experienced will or for when he wants to do that specific position for ... reasons lol

but honestly if they do a visual spicy scene inthe show too hope its a sides position rather than missionary. faces super close, lots of neck action, still intimate, and body contorted enough that you can hide things easily with angles and lighting and limbs

dreamy

Yes! This one is so good. Dreamy is a good word in this vision, thank you. You're spot on about everything here.

This is a good one for them. It's incredibly intimate. All that contact between their bodies, able to slowly kiss while their hips rock into each other - a good position for equal engagement, fast or slow but more often the pace is very languid. Mike slowly thrusting inside Will, but Will can lazily grind back, too. That perfect way as he's learned to really use his hips. It's not as deep of an angle as some other positions but that's not always necessary. Not tense at all, even with both of them guiding their motions together. Hips guided by instinct rather than some rush.

They're in it for an indulgent, long session here. A second round later in the night when they're exhausted but they still need each other, in the closest way. Or maybe some sleepy morning sex, where Will's just barely waking up and Mike's been pressing lingering kisses on his neck and shoulders, hard against Will until Will moans soft and low, cants his hips back in invitation, still kinda loose from the night before and Mike slips inside again. Continues to kiss his neck as he grabs Will's hips and guides them both together. Will reaches a hand back to keep Mike's face pressed close as he just lets himself take it, occasionally arching his back into it when Mike manages to hit that wonderful spot inside on every few not-quite in sync thrusts, but it's still so good.

Could end it multiple ways, too. Mike, with a hand around Will, slowly jerking him off as he fucks him until Will eventually comes, and then his own orgasm takes him by surprise as Will clenches around him as he shakes through his pleasure. Or maybe Mike doesn't come yet, and he gently turns Will over to lie on his stomach and continue from that position, with Will relaxed and completely boneless, ragdolled and riding it out as Mike chases his own climax with rougher thrusts and a faster pace now until he collapses against Will's back. All good, all so close and clingy and perfection. They remain wrapped around each other whether it's morning or night, nowhere better than together in bed completely touching from head to toe, skin buzzing from the full body feeling of it all.

Dreamy indeed...

[goldkirk]

OKAY WAIT i saw your analysis on the loop earplugs!!! i've been needing something like this! i think i'm going to get a pair of Engage plus, and would need them for when i'm out and about. what was the experience like wearing them: -in a public place? (grocery store community park) -listening to music (was it out loud?? were you wearing headphones (that one kinda stumped me lol) ) -in a quiet conversation? -in a loud conversation? when i get these, they're mostly to help me sleep/go out in places where i usually get overstimulated for long periods of time. once again, thanks so much for this! <3

MY FRIEND YOU ARE IN LUCK, just last week I got the Experience ones and some Loop Mutes to use with them (and my Engage ones), so I actually can give some useful info.

If we use a scale where 0 is no sound reduction at all, and 10 is the maximum you can get, I'd say the Engage is a 4/10, the Experience are a 5-6/10, and the Quiet are a 7-9/10 (depending on your environment).

The Engage are definitely better for hearing people in conversation, and definitely reduce the occlusion effect where you hear your voice/chewing/walking loudly somewhat (it's still there plenty, though!). They turn down the sounds around you but still make you feel like you're hearing all the things you need to hear for safety and for conversation.

The Experience are very like the Engage, but it's not as easy to hear conversation. Music sounds significantly better through the Experience compared to the Engage, but I can't put my finger on why. They seem to lower maybe a little more sound than the Engage. I haven't worn them next to something like a busy road yet, so I can't say for sure.

The Quiets are soooooooo nice for sleeping and significant focus, but the occlusion is definitely worse. These don't have any kind of accoustic filter, they're just solid silicone. They're very soft and comfortable. I would not feel safe navigating in public with these most of the time, whereas I would with the Engage or Experience.

The Loop Mute (which the Experience Pro and the Engage Pro both come with) definitely increases the sound lowering when you pop it into the Loops. It takes the sound much closer to the Loop Quiet level than the Engage and Experience normally are, although they're still going to let in sound a bit more than the Quiet. It's really handy to be able to pop in a bit of extra sound reduction--I like using it when I need to focus or when I'm mentally starting the 1-2 hour wind down for the night, but I'm not ready to put the Quiet earplugs in yet and go to bed.

In loud conversation, I found it doable with the Experience, and pretty easy with the Engage. In quiet conversation, the Engage made me a lot more likely to hear the other person clearly, but there were a few moments where I still struggled--not badly though. The Experience make it harder to hear quiet conversation.

Music-wise, things definitely sound cleaner/crisper/clearer through the Experience, but still sound acceptable through the Engage. The Quiets are obviously like listening with earplugs in, so the sounds are muffled and not as clear. I listened to music out loud via a speaker and it was fine, and live today in the city and it was fine, and I put on my over-the-ear headphones and listened, and it comes through fine too, although you have to put the volume up pretty high.

Using them in public--definitely they help a lot. It's not like they muffle the sound around you (the Quiets do, but I mean the Engage and Experience), it's that they just turn it down and somewhat filter it so it's much more in order of importance. When I popped in the Engage earplugs in the grocery store, the overhead music and background clatter went down to very low awareness levels, and the shrillness of a kid's voice several aisles over was still clear but somehow less grating? And I could hear everything I needed to hear but only what was more relevant. When I'm on the sidewalk, I hear the cars and people and other noises, but the overall background NOISE is way reduced. It's much easier to think my thoughts and be in my head with my attention not being pulled around by all the sounds all the time. (It's also helped my PTSD hypervigilance and reactivity too because of that.)

If you're a front or side sleeper, you won't be comfortable in the Engage or Experience ones at night. The Quiet ones that are soft silicone are more comfortable.

Hope this is helpful! If you have more specific questions let me know, I'm happy to answer. :)

EDIT:

Got frustrated trying to find a discount code for more than 3% so I signed up for their Loop Community thing and got a referral link for 15% off if any of you want it. Since it’s a link and not a coupon code it shouldn’t expire.

For transparency purposes:

[gabessquishytum]

thinking about the porn studio au again and craving fluff... so! hob's had a busy (and throughly enjoyable) week of filming, they've wrapped for the week, and he and dream have a nice relaxing friday evening together before dream has to fly out on saturday morning for a business thing. a little annoying, hob always likes weekends when he gets some time alone with dream, but it's not a big deal. hob's fully intending to spend the weekend doing absolutely nothing, it'll be nice.

dream has to leave before dawn, so he wakes hob up for a kiss goodbye and then hob goes back to sleep... so when he wakes up properly it's to an empty bed. which is never his favourite way to wake up, it doesn't put him in a great mood, but it's fine. he'll get up and make coffee and go about his day of relaxing. it'll be fine.

it's... not quite fine. it sets in gradually enough that it takes hob a bit to figure it out, but when he burns his toast and starts crying about it... yeah, that's enough to clue him in that he's having a delayed drop. and part of him really just wants to go back to bed and hide and not say a word to dream -- his plane should be landing about now, there's nothing he can do, the last thing he wants is to make dream worry about him while he has more important things going on, it's not important, he's not important -- but dream has been very clear about what he wants hob to do in a subdrop.

so when dream calls after he gets out of the airport, hob tells him how he's feeling. and dream is... very tempted to turn around and get on the next plane home, honestly, but he knows that's not a rational thing to do. so instead he gives hob a few easy self-care tasks and immediately calls the other endless (and the corinthian).

over the next twenty minutes, all hob's other doms filter into the house. despair shows up first, hauling her ridiculously heavy weighted blanket to put hob under while the others arrive. a few of them bring treats, delirium brings her new favourite fidget toys, death brings a comfortable harness hob loves in case he wants to feel a little restrained. half an hour after he called, when dream's booked into his hotel room and checking flights home and telling himself that the others can take care of hob and he does not need to overreact, he gets a text from death.

they've all piled into hob and dream's bedroom, most of them on their bed, which is plenty big but it still takes work to get that many people on it. it helps that hob is laying fully on top of destruction -- hob's not exactly small, but literally everyone looks small next to destruction. destiny's dragged one of their armchairs into the room and is settled in next to the bed with a book that he's reading out loud. death's taking the picture, but there's a space left for her in the tangle of limbs on the bed.

it's a good reminder to dream -- hob may be his partner, but the others aren't only hob's doms while they're working. they adore hob, all of them, and they're all more than happy to drop everything and come take care of hob when he needs them.

-🐈‍⬛

I love this SO much. The aftercare and emotional availability of bdsm dynamics is such a wonderful thing, it's almost difficult to express how it feels but that comfort and feeling of safety and closeness? Unmatched. I need Hob to have that.

Idk also the idea of Delirium bringing fidget toys for Hob really touched me as well! I can absolutely imagine Hob being a person who needs something to do with his hands. When the headspace gets shitty he needs something physical to engage a part of his brain because otherwise he will ruminate and get super anxious. Fidget toys plus weighted blanket is the perfect combo, and Delirium and Despair are both so good at reading Hob’s physical needs during a drop. They just get it, no words needed.

I'm imagining Hob just being gently bombarded by pleasant, caring vibes. Lots of comfort food, all his favourite music and podcasts (Death remembers all his favourite things and it makes him cry a bit), napping on Destruction's chest and getting a killer massage from the corinthian that leaves him boneless.

He confides the thoughts that come with the drop while he's showering (Desire is washing his hair and Destiny is just sitting in the bathroom), and they talk about it a bit and go through some very gentle thought-questioning exercises. By the end of the day he's quiet but smiley and ready to have a better day tomorrow. He's got kisses and soft thank-yous for all his doms, and in his evening call to Dream he sounds sleepy but very very settled.

By the time Dream gets home, Hob is out of his drop but the flat is still crammed to the gills with the Endless + Cori. Dream gets pulled into the cuddle puddle and he doesn't even complain! He's so so grateful to the group for taking care of Hob, it means the absolute world to know that his love will always be safe and cared for. They get on his nerves but he wouldn't give up on working with his family for the whole world.

[rambleonwaywardson]

Find the word

Thanks @alienoresimagines for tagging me! I'm trying to be more active/engaged on this site so this is fun!

Rules: Share snippets of your work containing each of the words the previous poster selected for you (optional addition: if you can't find the word in your WIPs, or you simply don't have any WIPs, you can just write a sentence around the word).

My words: Blue, gentle, tight, music and rustle

Your words: Read, breath, cling, wonder, sweet

Blue

"Within 24 hours, anyone could be doing just about anything on our peculiar little green and blue planet. When I sleep, someone else is taking their morning jog, and if that jog takes 20 minutes, then that person still has 1,420 minutes to fill. And if I sleep the entire time that person jogs, plus another 5 hours, that leaves me with 67,200 seconds in my day. Each of those seconds, at this moment, is dedicated to keeping you alive." -- From a future astronaut AU chapter

Gentle

"As friends, they share a lot of physical touch. Attached at the hip, everyone says. But the day Bucky reaches out and holds Gale's hand is different. Gentle, calloused fingers closing over Gale's own. Gale freezes. Bucky freezes. They're both looking straight ahead, anywhere but at each other. Bucky starts to pull his hand away but Gale grasps on tight and won't let him go. And then both of their hands soften in each other's, linked together like they were always meant to be that way." -- A vague idea I have for something in my WIPs but it doesn't have a home yet

Tight

"Gale wants to cry for everything he’s lost. All the good men who never made it home. He wants to cry for the innocent boy he once was, for the little pieces of dignity and sanity that were stripped painfully away, healed over with scar tissue that’s still tight and raw. He wants to cry for all of it. But he won’t. He draws in shaky breaths, wills his body to let go of the tension wracking his bones." -- From I'll Keep You Warm

Music

"When Gale reenters their dorm room, classic rock is playing loudly over a speaker that must be Bucky's, and the gangly mess of a boy slated to be his roommate is precariously balancing on his desk to hang up a poster. Gale calls his name over the music, but when Bucky turns to look at him, all blue eyes and dark hair and an excited grin, suddenly he forgets how to breathe." -- from a prologue of the astronaut AU

Rustle

“There’s a quiet sort of clamor around Mission Control, papers rustling and coffee makers gurgling and men and women hustling about as flight controllers prepare themselves for every possible outcome of today.” -- also from the astronaut AU

I still don't know too many people on here and not sure who's already been tagged. @middlingmay @joeyalohadream @r-catsby @avonne-writes @mercy67 if you want to and anyone else who wants to share!

[betweenthings2]

Would love to read 11 for the cuddle prompts with George and Matty! x

Thank you for the ask!! The prompt list is here if anyone else wants to see it. I'm so sorry it took me so long to write this--I have no good excuse. This didn't turn out exactly like I wanted it to, so feel free to tell me it sucks and rewrite it.

11. Shared excitement at the prospect of a cuddle session at the end of a long day.

Matty is pretty sure there's nothing in this world that takes longer than getting from an airplane at Heathrow to his own bed, warm and cozy with George. Planes and airports are always so cold and even though The 1975's bottom line combined with Matty's back issues from the time he fell off George's drum set years ago mean they've reached the point in their career where they get to fly first class, it's still uncomfortable. Plus, Matty always feels wrung out by the time he steps off the jetway, anxiety and a busy schedule beating him into submission. He's off the plane now, though, George just a few steps behind him, and everyone else a few more steps behind. Matty pauses a few steps past the gate desk, free hand held out to take George's. A younger version of himself would hesitate to do so, but he's pretty sure the fans know at this point and his therapist keeps telling him he needs to do things for himself, not just other people. He's not sure holding his fiancé's hand to walk through an airport really counts, but maybe it's a start.

George takes his hand and all of Matty's worries and second guessing fades away as they carry on through the airport. They don't really talk, just head for passport control and the baggage claim, content to simply be touching. When they stop at the end of the passport control line, Matty leans against George, suddenly feeling a wave of exhaustion that could almost wipe him off his feet.

"'m exhausted," he mumbles. Then he adds, "Sorry. I know you are, too."

"'s ok," George promises, wrapping his arm around Matty's waist. "We'll be home soon."

"We're gonna be home in a fuckin' year if this line doesn't move," Matty grumbles.

George just chuckles and holds Matty close, urging him forward when the line does move.

Finally, they separate when they get to the front of the line and they're sent to separate machines to scan their passports. On the other side of the gates, Matty holds his hand out of George again, a well practiced routine at this point in their lives. It makes Matty feel grounded. His engagement ring makes him feel the same way, but he'd left that at home when they left on tour, petrified of losing it, despite George promising he wouldn't be upset if that happened.

"Alright?" George asks, when he takes Matty's hand, feeling him hold tight as they walk.

Matty nods. "Just ready to be home," he promises. "'s weird, but I missed you."

"You missed me?" George echoes, confused.

Matty nods again. "I've missed being," a pause, "close to you. Like, I missed having our bed, missed sitting on the couch with you and watching telly, missed just being with you, missed falling asleep next to you."

"Next to me?" George asks, incredulous. "Don't you mean on top of me?"

Matty ducks his head and mumbles, "Fuck off," but George is right. Matty has a habit of draping himself across George when they go to bed. In his defense, "You're always warm. And it's comfy."

They've reached the baggage claim so they step out of the walkway and George wraps his arm around Matty's shoulders and holds him close, saying, "You can sleep however you like when we get home."

"And you'll cuddle me?" Matty asks, half joking.

George nods, serious, and says, "Yeah. And I won't complain when you put every blanket we own on the bed and I end up putting them away."

Matty huffs a laugh and protests, "You don't always."

George doesn't argue. They both know he's right, but they also both know Matty will win any argument they have. Instead he says, "I get it, when you say you missed me. I missed you, too."

Matty's instinct is to say something insincere, but he just wrote a whole album about being sincere and he's been talking about sincerity at length with his therapist, so he leans into George's side and admits, "I missed feeling like we're a proper couple."

George rubs Matty's shoulder and starts, "We'll-"

"And I'm not complaining, ya'know?" Matty interrupts. "This is all I've ever really wanted, but there's just," he pauses, "a lot. Everything else is more important than the fact that all I really want to do is cuddle with you even though all the dressing room furniture really is a little gross."

"I know you're not complaining," George promises. "And we'll make up for it, yeah? We don't even have to leave the house for a few days."

Matty nods and quietly says, "Thanks, I," he pauses, sniffs, and continues, "I really love you."

George presses a sneaky kiss into Matty's curls and answers, "I really love you, too."

They collect their luggage, pile everything into a cab, and bid goodbye to everyone, before climbing into the cab themselves. Matty lets his head rest against the window for the whole drive, fingers still intertwined with George's, the promise of everything he'd missed while on tour drawing near.

George insists on doing some laundry and cursory unpacking when they finally do get home, so Matty makes a show of dumping his suitcases into the laundry basket before he goes for a shower. George doesn't bother arguing with Matty's approach, really, he didn't expect anything else. He just starts his own unpacking and a load of laundry before heading upstairs. Matty is out of the shower by the time George gets there, hair dripping onto his shoulders and a towel wrapped around his waist. He stops in the bedroom doorway, letting himself just look at Matty.

It's not like George hasn't looked at Matty lately--he's been staring at Matty's back almost every night for the past few months--but he hasn't really looked. Matty looks a little tired, his shoulders slumping like he's carrying a weight, but he's there, a solid presence in the room. George remembers the time when Matty seemed like he could have just faded away. He's glad those days are over.

"Are you just gonna stare at me forever?" Matty asks finally, not turning away from where he's digging through the near empty drawers of his dresser.

George chuckles. "I'm appreciating the view."

"Seems a little like you're objectifying me, G."

"I'm admiring you," George counters.

Matty turns from the dresser and asks, "Can you admire me tomorrow? I really wanna go to bed."

"Just gimme a few minutes to shower, ok?"

Matty agrees, so George goes for a shower and when he comes back, he finds Matty under a huge pile of blankets in bed, clearly waiting for George to be done showering. He had been planning to change over the laundry and start another load, but he finds himself unwilling to leave Matty again, even if just to go downstairs, so he climbs into bed. Matty is quick to wrap himself around George, staking a claim.

"Good?" George asks once Matty stops moving.

"Good," Matty confirms. "Really good."

[saedii-gilwraeth-simp]

some cutesie kalora pls?

Sempiternity AU anyone?

~~

When all the dust settles, Kal finds his way back to his and Saedii's apartment and can't do anything but lie down on the couch.

"Kal, are you alright?" he moves his hand from where it covers his eyes to look up at Auri and nods.

"Yeah, I'm alright, mostly just exhausted. What are you doing here?" he asks and Auri shrugs.

"I was worried about you. Plus Saedii and Tyler are still stuck at the Aurora Legion base and Scarlett is staying at Fin's so it's awkward to be at Jericho and Corae's alone," she says, rubbing her hand up and down her arm.

Kal reaches over and stops her hand, pulling her until she gets the hint and settles on his chest, her weight a comforting presence. Kal rests his nose in her hair, and let's his hands trace her spine.

"What do you think will happen now?" Auri's whispers into the silence and Kal takes a moment to consider.

"I honestly don't know but I'm personally hoping everything calms down completely and we can all just be a bit happier. Whatever happens though, I want you to continue being in my life, Auri," he says and kisses her forehead.

"I want that too. I'm really glad that it was you guys who got me out of the Hadfield and not anyone else," she says before letting out a large yawn.

"Sleep Auri. The only other person with a key to this place is in a whole other solar system, you're safe," Auri yawns again and pats his chest softly.

"Thanks Legolas, love you" slips her Auri unconsciously and pretty soon her breathing evens out.

When the words finally register, Kal beams.

~

"Okay so I know this date night is all about us and it will be but I just have to tell you that I just came from lunch with the girls and Scarlett is engaged!" Auri says as she rushes in the door. Kal looks up from the bag of popcorn he had just pulled from the microwave.

"To Fin? They're so young," he says and Auri waves the comment off.

"But they're so good together, and much like yourself right now, they're very cute," Auri says and winks at him. Kal turns back to emptying the popcorn bag into a bowl so that she can't see him blush. "Okay, you'll be impressed by the searching I had to do to find it, but find it I did," she says, pulling her uniglass out. Kal put the popcorn bowl on the coffee table, joined her on the couch and swung an arm around her shoulders.

"What did you find?" he says and she grins.

"I found the Fellowship of the Ring, the first film in the series that Legolas is from," she says and Kal nods in recognition.

"Oh well I have to see the person you're as attracted to as you me," Kal says and Auri shoves him.

"Oh shush, you're hotter than most people and you know it," she says and Kal grins and tilts her chin so that he can kiss her. Auri leans further into him, using her tongue to deepen the kiss, shifting so that she sits sideways on the couch and can kiss him easier.

Neither seem interested in the movie anymore as Auri laid down on the couch, pulling Kal as she went. He gladly followed. As Auri's hands fiddled with the buttons of his shirt, she separated them slightly.

"Saedii?" she asks breathlessly and Kal's lips traced down her neck.

"At Tyler's tonight," Kal confirmed and Auri grinned, immediately begin to unhook Kal's buttons.

~~

peace!

[seitmai]

The reunion we've all desperately been waiting for of course I have a lot to say lol

Jayden jumped out of his chair as Oliver pumped his fists in the air. "Can we work on another list of questions for him?" Nia asked as Violet clapped in excitement.

They will never not have questions for their favorite aviator😅

Plus you already stocked the refrigerator with so much food, he could eat whatever he wanted for the next week.

I know Bradley will be thrilled as long as it involves good and a good amount of fos and Gorgeous

So many people were looking at your boyfriend with his booming voice and khaki uniform, but he was staring right at you with a bright smile on his face. You were off and running for his arms, and he scooped you up against him, feet lifting from the floor.

What a rom-com moment 🥰

His brown eyes were soft as he smiled at you. "I couldn't go another minute without you, Gorgeous. I was miserable." "Me, too," you whispered, kissing him once more as your feet touched the ground again. But you still felt lighter than air as his adoring gaze stayed fixed on your face when you said, "That box of notes you sent me was so romantic, Bradley, but nothing compares to the real thing." 

They are truly meant for each other 🥹🥰

"I wrote you so many notes, Baby. They're in my duffle, just waiting for you to read them, but you'll notice a theme. I missed you like crazy. And all I want to do for the foreseeable future is eat food that doesn't suck, sleep in my own bed, and fuck my girlfriend."

He is so in love and happy to be home, THEIR home 🥰

It was Valentine's Day, and he showed up empty handed which just felt wrong. He would try to make it up to you all week and all month. He'd make it up to you in the form of an engagement ring. How could he not?

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"God, Gorgeous," he moaned, squeezing your thigh as he drove into the sunset toward Coronado. He had an actual partner who was invested in him, and he wasn't about to give this up. "It killed me to go so long without hearing your voice. Keep talking. Please."

Driving home, in his Bronco, with the hand on Gorgeous thigh, he is living his best life😌

"Are you telling me there's a chance I get to fuck you and then eat ravioli?"

Bradley actual dream

"Bradley," you giggled once he had you on your back, pinned beneath him. "Say it again. I need to hear you say it again."

He won't be able to deny the voice kink allegations any time soon 🤭

Your words sounded sharp, but they felt so soft when he let his mind absorb them. "Because the only thing that's going to make me feel better is your body all over mine and your voice saying my name."

God he is such a lover boy🥹

Truthfully, he did look a little thinner to you, which was awful considering how much he was used to eating. You just wanted to take care of him right now, and he clearly needed a solid meal and some sleep.

Let's get his man some (good) food!

You kissed him as he shifted into park. "You might have a career as a smut writer. I read that one note you left for me, and it was hot."

So true haha

It was Valentine's Day, sure, but this restaurant already held memories for you, and this was just adding to it. It was the same wine as last time, but you'd fallen even more in love with this man since then. Your feet were tangled with his under the table while you shared several pasta dishes, and you were so happy he was no longer self conscious about how much he ate around you. He touched you freely, reaching for your hand or letting his palm rest on your leg, and he kissed you sporadically as the meal progressed, knowing you wanted him to.

They are just so cute 🥹🥰

He nodded and set down his fork, signaling for the waiter. Bradley asked for the check and some containers to take the rest of the food home. Then he looked at you and asked, "How do you turn me on and make my heart melt at the same time, Gorgeous?"

"Did you eat enough?" you asked as he led you toward the door and back to the Bronco with one hand resting on your hip and your body tucked against his.

To Bradley asking this is probably the ultimate declaration of love

He slid his hand down to your clit and licked your ear. "I'll pack your lunch and drive you to work and get you coffee every day this week. I'm using vacation time to take care of some things." He wasn't about to tell you what those things were. But you were coming undone at his touch, so there was a chance he could tell you anything at the moment, and you wouldn't even remember. "You gonna cum for me?" he crooned, a smile curling along his lips as you arched your back and whined. "Good girl."

I am absolutely obsessed with this part!!

First the cute acts of service and planning how to spend time together, then the "doing things" (which to me sounds suspiciously like a task that evolves sparkling round things that might fit perfectly around a certain finger and is usually paired with an important question) and then the end? A real climax of the chapter 🤭

Yours Truly, Bradley Bradshaw Part 23 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley was bruised, hungry and worn out, but as soon as he was with you again, nothing else mattered. You welcomed him home with so much love, like nobody else ever had before or ever would again.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, adult language, smut, very hands-on Bradley, 18+

Length: 3600 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female teacher!Reader

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You were already at work, trying your best to teach your math class with your phone gripped in your hand, when Bradley texted to let you know he was boarding a flight that would land in San Diego just before six o'clock. Tears stung your eyes as you scribbled some problems on the board for your kids to work on while you walked briskly to the back of the room to write back.

I'll be there to pick you up! I can't wait!

Truthfully, you didn't know if you could have gone another day without hearing from him. Your heart felt full now after the brief conversation you had. He was safely back on dry land! He was coming back to San Diego! He missed you as much as you missed him! 

It was Valentine's Day, and more importantly, Career Day was later this week on Friday. You couldn't contain your excitement, especially when he wrote back with his flight number along with a short message

I'll see you in a few hours, Gorgeous. Tell your kiddos I'll see them in a few days.

You watched as your students wrote down some final answers, then you checked them together while butterflies soared around in your belly. You couldn't hold it back any longer after that. You felt flustered as you placed your hand on your forehead and said, "Lieutenant Bradshaw wanted me to tell you that he'll be here on Friday for Career Day."

Jayden jumped out of his chair as Oliver pumped his fists in the air. "Can we work on another list of questions for him?" Nia asked as Violet clapped in excitement.

Since that very first package you sent, he had been making this school year even better than you ever expected. "Yes. We can work on more questions for him. Some of our other friends from the Navy will be joining us as well."

"Who?" asked Jackie, eyes wide behind her glasses.

"I guess you'll find out on Friday. Now who wants to write our list of questions?"

When you left your school that afternoon, traffic back to Coronado was heavy, but you didn't mind one bit. You couldn't stop smiling as you made a phone call, ready to beg if needed to so you could get what you wanted. Then you changed into the dress Natasha helped you pick out. It was tight and black with long sleeves and a short hem. And suddenly it was time to pick Bradley up.

You were giddy as you stood on the driveway, unsure if you should take your car or his Bronco. Ultimately you decided to take his so he'd have a chance to drive it if he wanted to. Unless he was exhausted. If he was too tired, you would have no problem driving it back so he could rest. Then you started to feel like maybe you shouldn't have made the dinner reservation. He probably wasn't going to want to go out to eat two hours after getting home from deployment. 

How many times had he told you that he liked the way you didn't mind when he wanted to just relax on the couch and unwind? You groaned as you got in the Bronco and started the engine. When you got to the airport, you'd call and cancel it. Taking him home to a long, hot shower was a better option. Plus you already stocked the refrigerator with so much food, he could eat whatever he wanted for the next week.

There was a ton of traffic getting into the airport short-term parking lot, and you were just pulling into a spot when Bradley texted you to let you know his flight landed early. "Oh, shit," you muttered, heart hammering into overdrive as you pulled the key from the ignition and straightened your dress as you climbed out of the Bronco. 

You rushed through the throngs of people as quickly as you could, looking for the correct baggage claim number. When you located it, you spun around looking for him, but you heard his voice before you saw him.

"Gorgeous!"

So many people were looking at your boyfriend with his booming voice and khaki uniform, but he was staring right at you with a bright smile on his face. You were off and running for his arms, and he scooped you up against him, feet lifting from the floor.

"Bradley," you moaned, and his lips crashed against yours. His heart was thudding against your chest as you tasted his mouth and grabbed at his hair. Everything about him was so familiar, and it seemed like it had been forever since you got to touch him. 

His mustache was rough against your lips and then your cheek and ear. His voice was deep and sweet as his lips skimmed your earlobe when he whispered, "I love you."

Then his lips found yours again as you clung to him. This is what you'd missed so much. Just simply knowing he adored you by the way he kissed you. Any doubts you had while he was gone started to ease away. Big hands held you in place as you broke the kiss to say, "I missed you," voice coming out like a sob.

His brown eyes were soft as he smiled at you. "I couldn't go another minute without you, Gorgeous. I was miserable."

"Me, too," you whispered, kissing him once more as your feet touched the ground again. But you still felt lighter than air as his adoring gaze stayed fixed on your face when you said, "That box of notes you sent me was so romantic, Bradley, but nothing compares to the real thing." 

You dragged your thumb along his scars, body still pressed against his. He grunted as his hand slid down your back to your butt. "Let's go home. So I can give you the real thing." Your cheeks were blazing with heat as you buried your face against his chest. "I wrote you so many notes, Baby. They're in my duffle, just waiting for you to read them, but you'll notice a theme. I missed you like crazy. And all I want to do for the foreseeable future is eat food that doesn't suck, sleep in my own bed, and fuck my girlfriend."

"Bradley," you laughed, letting him walk you backwards so he could pick up his duffle bag. You had one hand around his neck and one on his firm abs as you whispered, "Let's go home."

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It was indescribable how much better Bradley felt as soon as he saw you inside the airport. And now he couldn't stop touching you. Your voice eased the tension out of his body like nothing else could, and your skin was silky soft beneath his fingers. He had one hand on the wheel of his Bronco and one tucked up inside your dress, resting on your thigh while he drove. 

It was Valentine's Day, and he showed up empty handed which just felt wrong. He would try to make it up to you all week and all month. He'd make it up to you in the form of an engagement ring. How could he not? The deployment without communication was the most miserable he'd been since his mom died. Probably because he hadn't felt so loved since then.

"I reached for my phone so many times to call you before I remembered I couldn't," you said softly, running your fingers up his forearm and back down. "It broke my heart a little bit each time."

"God, Gorgeous," he moaned, squeezing your thigh as he drove into the sunset toward Coronado. He had an actual partner who was invested in him, and he wasn't about to give this up. "It killed me to go so long without hearing your voice. Keep talking. Please."

Your laughter filled the space as he sped up a little bit. "I have all of the letters from the box stacked up in the kitchen. I read them over and over again. And I moved all of my things into your house."

"Our house."

"Our house," you repeated, and he fell in love with the words even more. "I was too afraid to unpack all of it in case you told me Norfolk was going to be your permanent station, but maybe you can help me with that this week while I feed you everything in the refrigerator. Oh, and I made a reservation for Salvatore's for later tonight, but we can cancel it since you're probably exhausted."

Bradley parked in the driveway, yanking the keys from the ignition while you unbuckled your seatbelt. He took your chin in his hand, and you came willingly across the seat so he was kissing you again, rougher this time than in the airport. 

"Are you telling me there's a chance I get to fuck you and then eat ravioli?"

You whimpered as you crawled onto his lap, that little dress leaving nothing to the imagination as it bunched up to your hips. "If that's what you want," you whispered, looking like everything he would ever need. 

His cock throbbed as your body rubbed against his. "That's what I want," he grunted as you sucked on his neck. "I want you to be my Valentine. I want to show you how much I missed you. Then I want us to go out to dinner."

He opened the door and carried you toward the house, not stopping until he had you in the bedroom, fading rays of sunlight filling the space. Bradley watched you pull your dress over your head, revealing that little black bra and panty set you wore for him at Christmas. You kicked off your shoes, and he got to watch you crawl across the bed before yanking off his own boots and following you.

"Bradley," you giggled once he had you on your back, pinned beneath him.

"Say it again. I need to hear you say it again."

You guided your legs apart, letting him rest against your core as his lips skimmed along your jaw. Your voice was soft and perfect as you said his name. "Bradley. Show me how much you missed me."

He could feel your hands on his belt, the buckle clinking softly as you slid it open. You got his zipper open as he continued to run his lips along your soft skin, pausing to lick and taste you, making you moan for him. Your hand was too small to wrap around his cock, but you tugged him free from his underwear and gave him a squeeze that left him seeing stars.

"Baby," he whined, bucking against your palm as you slid your lace thong to the side and treated him to your welcoming pussy.

"It feels like you missed me a lot," you gasped, eyes going wide as he pushed himself into your perfect body.

He could only groan in response until he was fully seated, forehead resting on your shoulder. "It felt like hell being away from you. Can't live without my Gorgeous pen pal."

Bradley eased his hips back, listening to you whimper before he pushed himself deep again. His neck and shoulders were sore, and his bruises were tender beneath your eager fingers, but he didn't stop you from touching him everywhere. He needed you to. He'd been craving all of this for almost two months. You welcomed him back home with your kisses, fingers in his hair as he fell even more in love with the way you loved him. You whispered his name as he fucked you until you were shaking, and you let him fill you with his cum. 

"Gorgeous," was all he could mutter as he was sprawled halfway on top of you, still buried deep as your pussy pulsed gently around him. 

Your fingers trailed through his hair and down his neck as you whispered, "Let's take a shower together." He would have followed you anywhere you wanted to go, but a hot shower with your hands all over him sounded so good, he pulled himself free from your body and started to finally undress.

As his uniform shirt fell to the floor, you sat up in bed. When his undershirt was discarded as well, you gasped.

"What's the matter?" he asked as you got to your feet and ran your hand along his shoulder.

"You're bruised!"

"I'm fine," he muttered quickly, but you were already inspecting every inch of him.

"What happened?" you asked, voice sharp. "And why didn't you tell me about this right away? Before I started grabbing you."

He took your hands in his and kissed your fingertips. "I really am fine, Gorgeous. A doctor checked me out this morning. I just had a rough landing a few days ago."

"Why didn't you say something?"

Your words sounded sharp, but they felt so soft when he let his mind absorb them. "Because the only thing that's going to make me feel better is your body all over mine and your voice saying my name."

You bit your lip and very gingerly draped your arms around his neck. "Oh, Bradley. I'm going to spoil you for the rest of the week."

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Bradley yawned when he kept you tucked against his bruised chest in the shower, but he was resolute in saying he wanted to go out for dinner.

"We don't have to," you reassured him, placing kiss after soft kiss to his collar bones as you washed his hair for him. "You've been through so much."

"I want to eat real food with my beautiful girlfriend on Valentine's Day," he insisted. "And I promise you, this is the best I've felt since Christmas. Because I'm with you. Besides, you should have seen the shit they served for meals on that aircraft carrier. It was criminal, Baby." His musings were punctuated by his loudly growling stomach as he ran his hand up and down your back.

Truthfully, he did look a little thinner to you, which was awful considering how much he was used to eating. You just wanted to take care of him right now, and he clearly needed a solid meal and some sleep. So you helped him dry off and led him back to the bedroom with his hand wrapped around yours.

"Since you promised to spoil me... will you put that black dress back on again?" he whispered next to your ear, making you shiver.

"I could do that for you." Bradley picked it up off the floor with a smile, and you took it from him as you said, "But you made a mess of my underwear, so I'll have to skip it."

He made a deep sound at the back of his throat that had you excited to go to Salvatore's all over again. You helped him dress in a button down shirt and some black pants, careful about how you touched his bruises, and then the two of you were off. On the drive to the restaurant, his hand seemed to be glued to your thigh once again, but you didn't mind. It felt like you'd gone a year without him, and this was just your reward, getting to listen to him tell you all about how Admiral Simpson showed up in Norfolk and about how lonely he was on the carrier.

"I'm not doing that again," he murmured, parallel parking with one hand. He smiled at you as he checked his blind spot. "I'll just retire from the Navy before I spend that amount of time without my pen pals ever again."

You kissed him as he shifted into park. "You might have a career as a smut writer. I read that one note you left for me, and it was hot."

"Oh yeah?" he crooned, dark eyes sparking with mischief as his hand tightened on your leg. "You liked that one?"

Instead of a verbal response, you just guided his hand up a few inches further until his fingers grazed your bare pussy, and then you climbed out onto the sidewalk like it was nothing. Bradley was right behind you in an instant as you strolled inside Salvatore's as if you hadn't a care in the world, meanwhile your heart was pounding at the way his hand wrapped around you as the host greeted you both.

"Please enjoy the lounge for a few minutes, and I'll find you when your table is ready," he said smoothly while Bradley kissed the side of your neck with his body pressed against yours like the two of you were all alone.

"Let's go," you whispered, voice shaking a bit as you wiggled out of his grasp and headed for the bar. But the room was crowded, and he ended up right where he had been a second ago, leaving you a little dizzy as his hand settled low on your belly.

"You're gonna tease me for the rest of the night then?" he asked, broad chest rumbling against your shoulders and the top of your back.

"Maybe," you replied, trying to play coy even though you wanted nothing more than to feel him touching you just how he was right now.

He kissed the spot behind your ear, and your whole body clenched with need as he asked, "Let's get that expensive as hell wine again." Before you could stop him, he was signaling for the bartender and asking for the bottle by name. "It's my girlfriend's favorite," he said with a chuckle as he magically procured his credit card and handed it over.

You and he drank half the bottle right there in the lounge before the table was ready, and then you finished it in the dining room. It was Valentine's Day, sure, but this restaurant already held memories for you, and this was just adding to it. It was the same wine as last time, but you'd fallen even more in love with this man since then. Your feet were tangled with his under the table while you shared several pasta dishes, and you were so happy he was no longer self conscious about how much he ate around you. He touched you freely, reaching for your hand or letting his palm rest on your leg, and he kissed you sporadically as the meal progressed, knowing you wanted him to.

"I love you so much," you blurted out in the middle of telling him a story about how your class got locked out of the school after a fire drill. "And I'm happy you're home. And I don't want to ever do that again."

Bradley finished chewing his pasta before saying, "Well now you're just teasing me in a different way."

"I am?"

He nodded and set down his fork, signaling for the waiter. Bradley asked for the check and some containers to take the rest of the food home. Then he looked at you and asked, "How do you turn me on and make my heart melt at the same time, Gorgeous?"

The butterflies were back again. "You do it to me, too." You watched him pay the check like it was nothing, and he handed you the takeout containers. "Did you eat enough?" you asked as he led you toward the door and back to the Bronco with one hand resting on your hip and your body tucked against his.

"I can eat more later if I need to. Thank you for making the dinner reservation. It was perfect. But right now, I just want to be alone with you."

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"Oh, god," Bradley groaned, getting to feel your body gripping him for the second time tonight. It was so late now, but he was full of wine and red sauce and still riding high on the excitement of being back home with you. He felt so loved up and emotional as he held you in front of him in bed and thrust slowly in and out of your pussy as you moaned. He missed being your big spoon.

"I can't wait until you read all the notes I wrote for you, Baby," he whispered, lips brushing the side of your neck as his fingers dug into your flesh. 

"I'll take some of them to work tomorrow," you gasped. Bradley didn't even feel bad for keeping you up past your bedtime as he nipped along your skin and fucked you slowly, just like he promised he would in that dirty note he put in the box. He was savoring you now; he planned on having you a dozen times just like this, all week long.

He slid his hand down to your clit and licked your ear. "I'll pack your lunch and drive you to work and get you coffee every day this week. I'm using vacation time to take care of some things." He wasn't about to tell you what those things were. But you were coming undone at his touch, so there was a chance he could tell you anything at the moment, and you wouldn't even remember. "You gonna cum for me?" he crooned, a smile curling along his lips as you arched your back and whined. "Good girl."

It didn't take long before he was following your lead, and after that it wasn't long before he was falling asleep with his body wrapped around yours, right where he belonged. "I love you."

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[celestiagarden]

EVEN THO MY HEAD HURTS AND I CAN BARELY WATCH I NEED TO WRITE THIS BC ILL FORGET IT LATER.

VENTI WOULD BE JELAOUS TYPE OF BROTHER.

Imagine modern Au where he is in 4nemo and your fav is like Xiao. And we have posters and stuff of Xiao in our room . And he would be like "I should be your fav!!😒🤬"

HE WOUD FEEL ANGRY WHEN WOU WOULD NONSTOP GO AROUND XIAO AND STUFF. "😒🙄 I'm better anyway..."

-☕

first of all how dare you exert yourself, this is unforgivable. OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!

second of all this has sm potential, because we all know venti is a drama queen. and modern!au venti is probably a bit of an attention hogger, just because why not? plus, I think he's very close to his sibling, especially if they're close in age. Venti being your older brother (older brother venti supremacy), you probably grew up with him as your first friend, and as your hero. and he likes it that way. he likes to be able to help you through life, help you avoid the mistakes he's gone through. he's a doting brother!! wants the best for you!! and its all fun and games that you support him and his little band, but when you actually start getting into their content and take a liking to xiao... i see two possibilities.

One: you just like the guy. and considering you're venti's sibling, you may have actually gotten the opportunity to meet him, eventually. was venti kind of on edge when xiao, aether and kazuha met you, because he's 100% concerned that the other boys will steal all your affection and all of a sudden he's not your hero anymore. it's you two's thing!! the mutual respect and admiration you hold for each other is sacred to venti. he wants to be your number one as long as he can. he wants to be the person you text about your littlest victories, or about your defeats. or the person you send memes to in the middle of the night when you should be sleeping!! so god forbid you not only like xiao, but he finds you tolerable too. venti won't have it, no sir!!

Two: god FORBID that xiao LIKES likes you. or that you like him that way too. yes, it irks venti that you have a stupid crush on his band member, but oh god does it make his blood boil when he sees xiao actually engaging in conversation with you. and then you two exchange contacts?! venti rarely gets mad, much less fuming, but this was NOT it. i swear to god he could storm up to xiao like "what the fuck do you think you're doing with my sibling?", takes the little piece of paper you handed xiao with your number on it, and tears it in two. once again; venti wants to be your number one for as long as he can. and he's all for you going out and going on dates!! but with the right people. Xiao is busy with a band, and a very popular one at that. Venti knows first hand how fame can affect people and the last thing he needs is a member of 4nemo being the source of your heartbreak.

in both scenarios he will spend Too Much Time reminding you that hey!! he's your number one, right? you're still siblings, right? there's no bond deeper than that! besides, he's the better musician, xiao isn't even mediocre compared to him, you're making a fuss over no one...

[lediableblanc-amoureuxdechats]

Headcanons to consider

Tagged an eternity and a day ago by @mynameisanakin

1. Can they use chopsticks?

Yes, Remy can absolutely use chopsticks. His fine motor skills are naturally better than the average human, compounded by regular practiced refining. He's also well traveled. He's going to use the utensils expected of him, and well at that.

2. What do they do if they cannot sleep?

This is often due to a busy mind, or chronic pain. Nightmares do play a part but they are not a nightly thing. Regardless, he will usually go smoke some weed (especially if he's quit cigarettes), then maybe do some lock pick training while watching a movie on Netflix, often a cat or two nearby. Cooking is another go to, as are Danger Room visits. Sex is far more dependent on relationship status/point in his timeline. Younger, single Remy? Sure. If he's after someone, no. In a relationship, depends on if they're there, asleep, have something to do the next day, etc.

3. What would they impulse buy at the grocery store?

Remy is usually very particular when in the grocery store. Part of this is knowing what he plans to cook, the other part is the still ingrained "do I need this" even though he is no longer short on money or resources. Plus the man holds himself to a standard. Usually his impulse buys are good seafood or a prime cut of meat. He does get more "junk food" but that's a small allotment in his regular shopping. He does after all have to have a healthy diet and work out to maintain his body, it's not a part of his mutation.

4. What order do they wash things in the shower?

Same as everyone trying to be most clean about it- hair (sometimes condition treated before entering the shower), face, neck, torso and arms, nethers, legs, feet. Sometimes a second go around is done if especially gross from a mission or something beforehand, or if extracurricular shower activities commenced.

5. What is their go-to coffee order?

Usually a triple shot espresso con panna if getting coffee while out. He prefers making his Café Du Monde Coffee and Chicory at home (or hotel, etc.) with a French press. He will add some sugar but not in excess.

6. What sort of apps do they have on their smartphone?

Multiple nav maps but especially Wayze (can't speed if you don't know the speed traps although he does keep a radar detector as well), multiple things for work- call recorder, phone alternative, surveillance camera viewer, etc. These are always burner phones. His personal phone has basic things like Amazon, Solitaire, and it's pretty barebones. His photo album on his personal is chock full of cat and partner (if applicable) pics tho.

7. How do they act around children?

He loves kids and he doesn't like to make them feel excluded or a burden. He will engage with them as though they gave intelligence and autonomy, and really only gets firm when required, otherwise he's pretty playful and easygoing. Wants kids of his own but often pushes that thought aside.

8. What do they watch on TV if they're bored and nothing they really like is on?

Nature shows...while busying his hands with cards or knives or lockpicks. He would need to be really fucked up, whether injured or intoxicated to simply sit and deal with TV he doesn't like. He can't stand being bored. He'd rather people watch, plan a heist, talk to someone, pretty much anything except feel his brain melting in real time watching something dumb.

Tagging: whoever the heck wants to do it

[transsexualhamlet]

sherlock holmes reactions part 4 (?) ive lost count already but unsurprisingly ive grown even more attached to him

using this as the cover image because i made him a playlist. cause im awful

no legit this is gonna need a read more because it's SO LONG SHIHEWIESHEFSHIEWHF

Had three mental breakdowns this week and realized i do in fact kin sherlock motherfucking holmes. this does not bode well for anything in my life mentally I've diagnosed him with so many things

Oh boy lol you want the list I think hes autistic (undisputed honestly) plus also adhd but on top of that there's the manic depression and uhhh the bpd lmao I dont even think that's it those are just. the obvious ones

But yeah man's a fucking mess and a shit person but in the same way as me so 👍

Some highlights I thought were very funny:

watson: we are in fact going to be waltzing into a place where people are Shooting People you do not have your gun. this is a problem

sherlock: don't worry watson I have my trusty stick!

watson: visible pain

This clearly happens like every day or so with them

but yeah there were some really honestly sweet scenes with them at the apartment and why am i getting soft over the crusty man being gay

have you considered tho. have you considered them

have you considered sherlock, who usually only plays absolute garbage on his violin serenading watson to sleep when he was tired and in pain and watson being so fucking in love with the man and waxing poetic about falling asleep to his music and waking up to see him fallen asleep on the couch next to him and oh my god them

They're just really sweet together for such a completely dysfunctional couple so much of the time lol I just. Sherlock being like.

Sherlock half of the time: watson you're fucking stupid. no i won't take care of my personal needs stfu. watson get a goddamn life. watson shut up. watson no one cares about your goddamn opinion. no i need to disturb you in the middle of the night it's for science. hey watson mind if i manipulate mansplain malewife

Sherlock the other half of the time: HELLO SIR YOU ARE MY FAVORITE MAN TO EVER MAN HELLO MAY I SPEND THE REST OF MY DAYS WITH YOU HELLO I WILL DO ANYTHING FOR YOU WE ARE PERFECT MATCHES I LOVE YOU AND I NEED YOU YOURE SO MUCH BETTER THAN ME PLEASE MARRY ME

They're... they certainly are.

ALSO OH MY GOD.

THIS ONE TIME WHEN SHERLOCK WAS JUST PACING AROUND THE ROOM AT 3 AM GOING "IT DOESNT MAKE SENSE >:(((" AND HUDSON LIKE BARGED IN TO COMPLAIN AND THEN WATSON WAS LIKE DUDE YOU GOTTA STOP DOING THIS AND PROCEEDS TO SAY THE LINE "YOU ARE KNOCKING YOURSELF UP, OLD MAN"

BAHGHSFHGRHEWHEWHIFEW

BRB SOBBING

CALLING HIM AN OLD MAN???? KNOCKING HIMSELF UP?? I DONT KNOW WHATS FUNNIER

The main highlight of this part was I have now gotten to see him have a great time watching his homo homie get married

Its so fucking funny.......

I was prepared for a funny reaction by yuumori sherlock's face when he said it lol but. Damn i was really not prepared tbh

watson: I'm engaged!

sherlock: *pained groaning*

watson: do you... not like her?

sherlock: no she's fine she's great you'll be wonderful together bUT I HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE ARE HETEROSEXUAL WATSON DO I HAVE TO MARRY MYSELF THEN WATSON? ARE YOU GOING TO MAKE ME MARRY MYSELF.

watson: yeah... yeah... fair, I feel really bad because you did this whole case and I got a girlfriend out of it and all you got was me leaving you alone fuck man im sorry what are you gonna do without me

sherlock, highly sarcastic: dont worry watson I've always got my handy cocaine! *pulls it out and gets high in front of watson just as he's about to leave*

watson: *in fucking agony*

sherlock: good for you!

I DONT EVEN- THIS SCENE KILLED ME MULTIPLE TIMES OVER WHAT

ITS SO GODDAMN NONCHELANT ABOUT IT SHERLOCK IS JUST LIKE YEAH I WILL IN FACT NOT BE MENTALLY HEALTHY IF YOU ARE NOT WITH ME 24/7 BUT WHATEVER YOU DO YOU /S

I'd like to apologize to watson on sherlock's behalf lmao. man is being a bit too codependent on main

The last thing about sign of four I do need to address is yeah, there's the Horrific Amounts Of Racism in that one and the whiplash hearing it is just ridiculous because they seem to be so knowledgeable in all other areas and fairly... politically correct, taking sherlock's original misogyny as a purposeful character flaw, but then they just mention someone indigenous once and suddenly its all parrotting racist propaganda and just... really awful shit. There's no way I'm gonna speak for the group that just got absolutely hate crimed here but anyone can tell the author just has no clue what he's fucking talking about and it's physically painful.

And I don't know, it's just so bad it seems out of character? Doyle's making these motherfuckers say shit that honestly, Sherlock would know better about. And especially Watson. Come on, you cannot tell me watson is mentally capable of being prejudiced against someone. Please do not make him that way.

I'm not sure how to handle it specifically, or what's the proper way I should handle something like that in a media I otherwise like. Is it ok to say Doyle was clearly a piece of shit on the matter and separate those characters from his bias or is that insensitive?

I don't know, I was Not a fan of it and I'm glad to see they've at least finally shut up about the guy

But anyway yeah, uhhhh onto the short stories because I'm trying to read those before I get to the final problem

Scandal in Bohemia was a fucking ride, first of all, before we even get to Sherlock's girlboss arc we have to discuss how gay the whole situation was and how Doyle's attempt at making them less gay failed spectacularly

Like he's all "ah yes I need to marry off watson and uhhh make sherlock ummmm interact with a woman so they dont look gay" but he does it SO BADLY that it makes them look EVEN GAYER

cause i mean, even the conversation they had about watson getting married back in sign of four was gay af, but how Doyle handled things afterward was in no way straighter.

Cause you know, the man kind of wrote himself into a corner with the fact of Watson narrating these stories. So Watson has to be around to witness them, and to witness Sherlock's own thought process rather privately, so he has to be around sherlock at night, a lot. But trying to come up with a reason for that happening just... it didn't occur to Doyle. He just went. Ah yes this makes sense. And it's Watson just like Sleeping Over At Sherlock's like every other goddamn day and every time his wife leaves town and having them basically still live that cute domestic home life but they have absolutely no excuses for doing it anymore. It's quite funny

Like it was gay already the way they interacted when they officially lived together but it was like, a necessity for them. Now it's not, Watson just comes over because he goddamn wants to, and it's hilarious to me.

LIKE IDK I THINK THEY KIND OF BROKE UP FOR A YEAR OR SO BC OF WATSON GETTING MARRIED AND THEY LIKE DONT HAVE CONTACT WITH ONE ANOTHER BUT ONE DAY WATSON JUST INEXPLICABLY HAS THE URGE TO COME VISIT SHERLOCK ON NO NOTICE AND THEN SUDDENLY THEY ARE TOGETHER NEAR 24/7 AGAIN LIKE BARELY ANYTHING CHANGED AHIEHOEWH

SIT DOWN AND TRY TO TELL ME THOSE ARE NOT HOMOSEXUALS

Watson walks in on no fucking notice after a full year and Sherlock is just. In the middle of some experiment obviously but hes like

Sherlock, carrying around unidenfiable chemical mixtures: W A T S O N you look good you look good! i see you've gained seven pounds!!

watson: uh. thanks??? Hey lol *awkwardly waves* Uh um Wanted to Uhm sEe you

Sherlock: ABOUT gODDAMN TIME AND YES WONDERFUL LOOK LOOK SIT DOWN I HAVE THINGS TO INFODUMP ABOUT

watson: :) ok :) *turns to camera* and we were back to the old days

sherlock: makes a deduction

watson: wowwwwwwwwwwww !! so true bestie !!

sherlock: !!!!!!!!! :))) !!!!! :))) uh fuck im supposed to be smooth Its Elementary Lol

watson: *turns to camera* when i stroke his ego like this and compliment him he blushes like a girl like i just complimented his dress so i do it more because he likes it. this is a homie trait

watson: well i should probably get going! my wife will notice that i am gone my dear buddy bro homie!

sherlock: NO DONT LEAVE IM LOST WITHOUT YOU (pretty much a direct quote lol) your. wife doesn't. get back home until monday. I know this because I am smart and definitely have not been stalking you.

watson: alright :)))))

AND THEN HE FUCKING SLEEPS OVER LMAO FUCKING HOMOS

So yeah they're right back where they were before pretty much and there's a case bc of course there is

And honestly I think this short story specifically was so insane mostly just because of how absolutely fast it all went. Yuumori kind of made me believe the original Irene Adler was more of an important character than she really is? And I think that's. Honestly so funny. Motherfucker shows up for ten pages, girlbosses her way around town, and changes sherlock's entire opinion of the female gender while still keeping him gay?

LIKE NO LOL SHES NOT IN ANY WAY A LOVE INTEREST AND WATSON GOES OUT OF HIS WAY TO SPECIFY THE FACT THAT IN NO WORLD WOULD THEY HAVE BEEN ROMANTICALLY INVOLVED BECAUSE. SHERLOCK. DIDN'T DATE WOMEN.

HE WAS JUST??? SO IMPRESSED AND SHELL SHOCKED BY HER EXISTENCE HE DECIDED IT WAS TIME FOR GIRLBOSS APPRECIATION DAY TODAY AND ALL DAYS HENCEFORTH???

AND THEY HAVE LIKE O N E INTERACTION?? God, the power this woman(?) has. Watson looks at her once like. damb shawty 😳 and she's like "no<3" and he's like FUCK

Like yeah it's pretty much just the king walking up like "help girl the whore is blackmailing me" and sherlock being like "ok lol this will be easy" and then it proceeded to not in fact be easy or even possible

sherlock like... posed as a dead body and tried to get her to give up the location of the photo but she out-acted him and skipped the town the next day after doing the 'good night mr. sherlock holmes' thing with sherlock completely tricked

and she just. sends a letter like "dear sherlock holmes. you're a fucking idiot and i think it's funny that you lost. nice job tho mad respect" and sherlock just SHORT CIRCUITS

the king comes back a bit later like "hey Dude where's my Photo" and sherlock's like oh yeah uhhhhhhhhhhh about that and the king is like HOW COULD IT POSSIBLY HAVE BEEN THAT GODDAMN HARD i would have dated someone more noble if she wasn't so pretty i swear im on a whole different level from her

and then. GIRLBOSSIFIED SHERLOCK HOLMES RESPONDS "from what I have seen of the lady, she seems indeed to be on a very different level from your majesty" ABSEHHESHEFHHFES ROASTED

and the dude just LEAVES

After that I read a few more of the short stories and well the highlights I got from that pretty much were these conversations

Watson: sherlock. honey. have you. eaten anything today

Sherlock: IT DIDNT OCCUR TO ME DEAR WATSON

Watson: ITS FIVE PM

and:

Sherlock: *having one of his Moment Moments at three in the goddamn mornig* GRRRR CRIME ISNT WHAT IT USED TO BE

Watson: MY DEAR SHERCOCK WHAT IS CRIME S U P P O S E D TO BE LIKE ACCORDING TO YOU

Sherlock: no one's original anymore fucking copycats

Watson: so you want the criminals to make things harder for you specifically.

Sherlock, exasperated: yes!

I love them your honor.

[ladywinterwitch]

Run Away (Eight- What You Gotta Do)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Avenger! Reader

Summary: You and Steve complete each other. Your love is that strong and devoted kind of love that pushes people to things like marriage, making a family. You couldn't imagine that a baby would be something you really wished, until the possibility wasn't your choice anymore.

Warnings:  A bit of angst, pregnancy talk, mentions of injuries, mentions of abandonement (mild), fluff, reader is still an emotional rollercoaster, cursing and swearing, smut, unprotected sex (too late for these two lmao), oral sex (f recieving), brief mentions of body insicurities, Bucky’s a puppy dog.

Words Count: 5289

A/n: Part eight! I can’t believe that I’ve actually come this far lmao. Plus, me posting stuff with less than 44827 years of distance with each other? A miracle. I always said that I would wrap it up at 10 chapters,but while writing this chapter I realized that I will need one or two extra chapters + the epilogue. We’ll see. For now I’m happy to be able to write lol. Series masterlist here, main masterlist here. Enjoy <3

ps: Chris’s look in that gif,,,chile 

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In the following week you saw Steve once a day, just to assure that he was doing fine. He wasn' sleeping in your shared room for the moment, but in a spare bedroom. You knew that you were probably being harsh with him, but you were so mad. It wasn't the first time that he did something stupid to try and save others. Hell, just think about that damned plane crash that put him in the ice in the first place.

You understood the reasons why, and basically everyone tried to talk with you and kinda 'sugar coat it' but the issue wasn't that you didn't understand: the issue was that he couldn't afford to think only about himself. Was it selfish on your behalf to think that way? Maybe. But you couldn't help it. You told yourself that it would've been different if you were just married, or just lovers. His decisions would've still been his. But now it's different. In less than six months he would've become a father. And that comes with responsibility. Wasn't he the first to tell you how important it was for you to put aside your job, for months or maybe even forever, just for the wellbeing of the creature inside you? That kid is yours just as much as he's his.

You and Bucky went out for a shopping trip that afternon. You would've asked Wanda, but she and Vision went to Clint's farm for a few days to see him and his family. Steve still had to be inside the tower, since he wasn't fully healed yet. You knew that he was watching a football game with Sam now, while Tony and Bruce were working on a new project, and Thor went to Asgard for a while to go check that Loki and Odin weren't at each other's throats.

You didn't mind Bucky's company at all. And in any case it wasn't like you felt like going out with Steve, not just yet. The brunette drove you both to the mall where he parked and then you went inside.

-So, what absolutely exciting and girly shops I have to visit today?- he asked while you curled your hand around his bicep. You laughed, looking up at him while you walked.

-Well, this mama is getting bigger every day, so I really can't wear my old clothes. I wouldn't even fit in them, and I can't go on with you guys' hoodies and t-shirts. I mean, I'm still a woman. Who said I can't look good while pregnant?- you responded, dragging him to a maternity clothes shop. As soon as you entered like half of the women in the shop turned to look at Bucky. You glanced at him and saw that he blushed and was looking everywhere except them. You bit you lip to not smile while you started to look around at the clothes. You made sure to engage in conversations with him to try and take the attention away.

-Damn homie, I think you just made those women regret their partners.- you said lowly so only he could hear you, and being a super enhanced supersolier, he did hear you very clearly. He snapped his head towards you with a look of disbelief on his face. His expression was so funny that you couldn't help but laugh. He looked around quickly then got closer to you.

-Stop it! It's already embarassing without you pointing it out.- he whined with a low voice. You stopped laughing but you couldn't help but smile, pressing your lips together.

-It's just so funny to me, because I understand these women. Turns out that pregnancy doesn't only make you sick, but also terribly horny.- you rose an eyebrow and he face palmed himself. You laughed again.

-Too much information, doll.- he groaned. You chuckled, putting in his hands a bunch of clothes. He caught them with both arms and followed you like a puppy to the changing rooms.

-Thank you kind sir, now I'm gonna see if they fit then I promise we're out of here.- you joked, hanging the clothes into the changing room. You closed the tent and he let himself fall delicately on one of the couches. He looked around while he waited but it turned out to be a bad idea when he saw the women from the various isles and even the shop's staff looking at him. He awkwardly smiled and then looked back at the closed changing room, sinking in his seat and covering the side of his face with a hand nonchalantly. He heard a few muffled giggles but no ne bothered him.

-Y/n are you done?- he asked, more embarassed than anything. Suddenly she pulled back the tent and started to gather a few of the garments in her hand. Bucky's gaze got caught on her figure. It was essentially the first time that she wore something fitting and not exaggerately large, so her belly was fully on display, even more so since she was turned to the side. The man felt a mix of emotions all at once and didn't quite catch the first time she called him.

-Buck, did you hear me?- he snapped out of it and stood to his feet, blinking a few times.

-It looks great.- he commented. You had on a nice flowery minidress, the sleeves were short and puffy, the square neckline showed just enough cleavage to remain classy, the breast area was tight but just below the skirt was soft and fell perfectly on your figure, showing the belly. You looked at him with a smile, chuckling slightly.

-Yeah, it fits well doesn't it? I'm getting these,- he gave a three dresses, two shirts, two t-shirts, two pairs of jeans and a pencil skirt to him, while she had other stuff in her own hands. -And I'm leaving these.- she sighed.

-Would you do me a favor? I'm dropping these off, meanwhile could you go to the pay desk? I'll be there in a sec.- he nodded and you thanked him while you walked away to the isles. Bucky walked towards the counter and dropped the garments on the desk, giving a quick smile to the girl behind it. He pulled out from the back pocket of his jeans the wallet and then the credit card, which was obviously Tony's, and put it on the glass above the counter. He waited a few seconds until the clerk, which was a nice girl with black hair and amber like eyes, spoke to him.

-So, how far are you guys?- she asked. Bucky almost choked on air at that phrase.

-Oh we- - he was about to say, but you arrived at his side and saved the situation. You smiled kindly at the girl and gave a pat on Bucky's arm.

-I'll be exactly of five months in a week, and he's more like the uncle than the father.- she tileted her head towards the brunette. The clerk smirked.

-Is he now?- she said rethorically. Then added, -That would be 277$. You're paying with cash or card?- Bucky gave her the Visa and she thanked him, finishing the payment. Y/n glanced at him with a knowing look and a slight smirk. He rolled his eyes and shook his head a little, she furrowed her brows as if to ask 'Why?' and he just mouthed 'No', so she didn't push. For now.

-Thank you for your purchase, congratulations and we hope to see you soon.- the girl said with courtesy, her gaze lingering a bit on the man, whom didn't return the look. You could see the slight disppointment of the girl.

-Thank you, have a nice day.- you saluted her and then headed out with Bucky. An hour had already passed and you still had in mind to buy a few things, but first you needed a break.

-I desperately want a piece of cake. What do you think?- you elbowed him delicately to catch his attention. He turned his head and nodded, still carrying the two bags. You arrived at the mall's cafe and ordered. He picked an iced coffe and you a slice of cheesecake and some tea, knowing that coffe wasn't that good for pregnancy. You took a seat at one of the tables outside, even tho you were still technically inside the mall.

-So, wanna tell me why you didn't accept the clear as the sun advances that the pretty shop assistant did?- you brought the fork to your mouth. He huffed and shrugged.

-Because I am not interested. I don't think I'm in the right mindspace to date right now.- he responded. You exhaled, tilting your head slightly to the side.

-Buck, I know that it didn't end up that smoothly with Nat, but she's gone.- she realized how that sounded like and quickly corrected herself, -I mean, not gone. But...gone, you know?- you cringed at your own words and he snorted.

-Very smooth y/n.- he joked, earning a glare from you.

-Shut up, I'm trying to help here. What I meant that while I understand that things with Nat didn't end up in the best of ways, she went away to give both of you the space you need to get back on your feet.- you paused, drinking a sip of tea, then offring the last bite of cake to him. He shook his head, giving you a lopsided smile.

-Don't worry, it's all yours.- you pointed your finger at him, while chewing the cheesecake. He chuckled.

-Right answer. Anyways, what I'm trying to say here, Buck, is that you have to allow yourself to try again. Because you deserve it. What do you tell me about that person you said you were interested in? I've never seen you with anyone in the last three months.- he looked to the side for a moment casually.

-They're taken so, yeah.- he simply answered, shrugging while taking a sip of coffe. You got sad all of a sudden. You eyebrows knotted in a sad expression and he noticed, giving you a small smile.

-Hey, don't do that. It's okay. I'm not like heartbroken or shit. I'm happy for her.- he assured you, -She.. well she has a family. She deserves it, so I'm happy for her.- he nodded, smiling softly. You smiled at him too, still with a hint of sadness. He took a nother sip of coffe an then raised an eyebrow, looking at you.

-Why are you crying?- he asked confused. You furruwed your brows in confusion and wiped your fingers under your eyes, realizing that a few tears had escaped. At that point without a reason, you started to feel worse and embarassed and a mess, so you sterted to actually sob a little. Bucky got up and moved his chair next to yours, hugging you.

-Hey what's wrong? I promise I'm alright.- he laughed to try and lighten the situation. You hiccupped into his chest.

-I- I know..it's just.. I don't know, these stupid hormones are making me act hysterical.- you had sittle sobs coming out every now and then. He kissed your head while he stroked your back.

-It's okay, you're not hysterical.- he chuckled softly making you smile. You pulled away from him looking in his eyes.

-I'm a mess aren't I?- Bucky wiped a little smudge of mascara under her eye, and then smiled at her lovingly.

-You look just fine, darling.- she hugged him, whispering a 'thank you, I love you' in his ear.

-I love you too- he answered.

After that, they finished their drink and Y/n told Bucky that she wanted to order a few things for the baby so they did just that. They went in a baby-stuff shop and she choose and placed some orders for a crib, a baby seat for both the car and the kitchen and the changing table. You didn't wanted to buy them right away, so you told the shop to bring them at the tower when they wanted.

When you exited the shop, it was already six thirty pm, so you decided to head back at the tower.

In the car, you told Bucky about your idea to get a midwife to help you during your pregnancy and especially when it'll be time to deliver the baby.

-I don't know y/n... I mean I think that you don't need a midwife or some other stranger to take care of you and the baby. You have Steve. You have me, and Sam, Wanda and the rest of the team. Bruce has basically become a doctor of everything, I'm sure that helping to deliver a child isn't that hard.- he shrugged while keeping his eyes on the road.

-I can't and wouldn't expect you all to babaysit me for another four months, Bucky. You have missions, classes, a you know, your own lives.- he glared at you, probably wanting to intervene and contraddict you, but he remained quiet in the end.

-And, you really can't expect Bruce to handle this. He's a fucking physician for God's sake. He's absolutely amazing, but a delivery? No, that would be too much even for him. And I would be kinda embarassed, for crying out loud.- you added with a high pitched voice. You absentmindely started to cradle your belly. He thought about it for a few seconds.

-I don't know y/n, you know how I am with strangers. But in any case it's your and Steve's decision. Please, talk to him. He's been miserable this week without you. He wouldn't shut up about how he was sorry, and stupid and in love with you and that he misses your smile, your belly and I don't know, I stopped listening after a while.- he said exasperatedly. You suppressed a smile.

-Really? - you asked sheepishly. He turned his head to look at you for a second before smiling knowingly.

-You know it's true. Your fucking married, for God's sake.- he said, tired of you two being idiots. He could just imagine how it'll be when you'll become parents. You will be great at it, but also a mess at the same time.

-Hey, Whiny Soldier, how was shopping? - Sam shouted when he saw the two of you coming in the room with your hands full of bags. You didn't see him, but you just knew that he pursed his lips and shook his head.

-

You came back at the tower just in time for dinner. Vision and Wanda had aprons tied on their chests, while the others were just chilling in the common room. Steve was there too, beside Bruce.

-Shopping was productive, thank you very much.- you answered pointing for Bucky to put down the bags.

-Let me help you take these to your room.- he offered, but you gave him a look and he understood immediately, putting them down. You smiled and kissed his cheek.

-Thank you for being my human cart today.- his jaw dropped, pretending to be offended.

-Oooh- Sam howled and the others laughed. Steve smiled slightly, still mortified by your little 'cold shoulder week'  thing.

-You're lucky I can't tickle you to death right now.- he pointed his finger at you before walking to the fridge to pour himself a glass of water.

-Yeah, yeah, like you say big guy.- you teased him. You paused, shifting your gaze to Steve. He was wearing a blue hoodie and gray sweatpants, his dirty blonde hair were starting to get a bit long at the sides and a few strands fell on his forehead, while his jaw was covered with a slight scruff. His puppy dog eyes met yours and you couln't help but melt a little.

-Steve, are you well enough to help me with these?- you asked and even before you could finish he was on his feet. He almost tripped from how fast he tried to reach you.

-Yes I'm perfectly well I mean I'd love to help you. I mean obv- - you raised an eyebrow and he stopped, looking down. The whole team was watching in silence like it was a damn movie.

-I'm rambling, I'm sorry.- he said lowly. You sighed and places three of the four bags in his hands.

-C'mon. And you all, get a life.- you called them out while you two walked to the elevator. A few minutes later, after the short, silent, trip, you arrived to your room. He placed the bags on the bed and you did the same after closing the door behind you.

-Help me take off the price tags.- you invited him. He grabbed the bag, taking out the first garment. It was a white baby onesie, with Captain America's shield logo on it in white, blue, and red. His breath got caught in his throat and he suddenly let out a sob.

You snapped your head up in confusion, your features softening when you saw him. He sat on the bed, head down, onesie still in his hand. You put down the dress you had in your hands and went to sit next to him, since it would've been really uncomfortable for you to bend on your legs now. You hand went istinctively to rub his back.

-Can we talk?- he asks with broken voice. You tilt your head to the side to look at him with the shadow of a smile on your face.

-Only if you stop crying. Or else none of us will be able to talk at all.- he chuckles slightly making you smile lovingly. He wraps his big arms around you, nuzzling his face in your neck, your collarbones exposed due to the large shirt you were wearing. The wave of relief that washed over you in that moment was hard to describe.

-I missed you so much, baby. I couldn't stand the thought of you being mad at me. I'm sorry for being so impulsive.- he sniffed while he talked. You nodded, cupping his face gently. Steve melted into your touch.

-I know you are. And I'm sorry too. I know that I've been harsh with you these past days, it's just...- he waited patiently, -You're not responsable for only yourself anymore. I understand, please trust me, I understand what you wanted to do and also that you feel like it's your duty to do that. And it kinda is, but my point is- you shook your head realizing that you weren't really explaining yourself.

-What I mean is that you cannot put your life behind other's. Not for me, not even for the team. We're grown ass adults okay? Fow how much you can love us and we can love you, we are our own person. But this- you placed his hand on your belly, -This had been a choice. Your, mine. We both are responsable for this life. The same way I gave up my job, and the lessons. Now, I'm not asking you to stop going on missions, but I'd like you to be with me as much as possible. And that when you go, you'll be careful. Please, Steve.- you say softly, almost in the verge of tears. Again. You've cried more in five months than in your whole life probably.

-You're right. It was pretty hypocritical of me to get mad at you for the same reason in the first place.- he shook his head in disappointment. You rolled your eyes, adding -Work. I think we'll have to rearrange ourselves in this department.- you smiled and he laughed, agreeing.

-So, are we gonna get these off the bed and use the space in a better way or what?- your lips curled in a seductive smirk that quite shocked him. He recovered quickly, jumping on his feet and placing the bags on the ground in a split second. You threw you head back laughing at his eagerness, but you honestly couldn't blame him. Your hormones were a mess and your horniness at level 100, but you often were either sick, tired, hungry or he was. And not to mention the missions that separated you. So let's say that since you got pregnant the sex decreased noticeably, which was something that you wanted to fix. You phisically missed and needed him.

He returned to you and crashed his lips to yours, and soon enough you were a mess of tongues and lip bites and sucks that got interrupeted just briefly to get your clothes off. He didn't have anything under his hoodie, and you happily noticed that he was completely healed and that his weeks in the tower were due to the lack of new missions. You sincerely hoped it would last. After his hoodie, his pants and boxers were next. With you the situation was a bit more complex: first the light material shirt you had on had to be unbuttoned, then your tank top, the jeans' belt and the pants themselves. When you were left in just your underwear, a plain set of cotton white bra and panties, Steve stopped to look at your body.

He was in awe of you. He rose his hand and started a caress that began on your cheek, his thumb on your bottom lip, then descended to your now fuller breasts, to the curve of your waist to to your baby bump. At that point he bent down on his knees and kissed it softly.

-Hey little one, if you want to take a nap, now it would be a good time.- he whispered directly to the stretched skin. You let out a sound that was halfway between of a whine and a laugh.

-Steve, Jesus Christ.- you covered your face with your hands. You heard him laugh and stand on his feet again. He removed your hands gently, kissing you again with slow, agonizing passion that even let escape a ridiculous whine from your lips at the loss.

-Where were we?- he reached behind your back and unclasped the bra, sliding it off your shoulders and freeing your breasts.

-Mrs and Mr. Rogers I'm sorry to disturb, miss Maximoff would like me to inform you that dinner's ready.- you stopped hearing F.R.I.D.A.Y.'s voice. You groaned, annoyed at the interruption, but Steve suddenly started to push you on the bed and to lick and suck your boobs.

-Tell miss Maximoff that we have dinner here.- he responded biting softly your nipple, making you whimper.

-It will be done, mr Rogers.-

-Geez Steve, couldn't you be more specific?- you sassed with a deep breath, distracted by your husband's mouth. He snorted moving further down to remove your panties.

-You're already pregnant, couldn't be more obvious than that.- you started to laugh, but it soon became a loud moan when you felt his tongue licking a long stripe on your pussy. You closed your eyes and istinctively wanted to bring your hand in his hair, but you found an obstacle. A medium big, round and naked obstacle. You huffed and Steve stopped, tilting his head to the side, since now you couldn't even see him from between your legs.

-Are you okay?- he asked, worry in his voice. You sat on the bed, helping yourself with your hands. He returned beside you, waiting.

-It's just..ugh I'm so awkward and big and not confident if I have to be honest.- you say for the first time out loud. You wanted to cover yourself by curling your knees to you chest, but again, you swollen stomach didn't allow it. At that point you got even more frustrated.

-Damn it.- Steve places his fingers under your chin and made you look at him. His eyes were serious but not mad.

-Hey, none of that. Do you even realize the miracle your beautiful body is doing? You're creating a whole life in there, baby.- he smiled brightly looking in your eyes, -And by the way, you're still hot as fuck.- that made you laugh. He kept smiling while he made you lay down again on the sheets.

-This beautiful face..these cheeks are even sweeter now.- he peppered them with kisses making you giggle uncontrollably.

-Don't get me started on these ones...- his hands cupped your breasts while his mouth attacked your nipples and the soft skin. You moaned softly, your hand immediately in his short hair, your nails delicately scratching his scalp.

-But you know my most favorite thing?- he kept going, -This.- he was now between your legs, kneeled in front of your stomach. He caressed it and kissed it a few times. Then his gaze  locked in yours again. You almost felt hypnotized, both by his velvety voice and his touch.

-I love it because it's round and soft and most importantly because it's giving me a family. A baby. And you know who's giving me all of this? You are. So don't ever be insecure about this wonderful body, please.- you smiled at him softly. Soon enough the mood changed again when he spoke his next words.

-Now, are you gonna let me thank this stunning body like it deserves or not?- you felt the smirk in his voice, his blue eyes hungry. You mirrored his expression propping yourself up on your elbows.

-Would like to see it.- you answer. He huffs out a laugh and reprises what he started doing a few minutes prior. He took good care of you until you came on his tongue, and at that point you grabbed him to crash your lips together. You kept moving and bringing him with you, until he found himself laying down on his back and you straddling his hips. Steve's hands immediately went to your sides, trying to not move and let you do the work, even though all he wanted was to fuck you until you both could't anymore.

You kept you eyes on his while you stroked him a few times before slowly sinking on him. He squeezed both his eyes shut and your hips, huffing a long breath. That could've almost made you laugh if you weren't just as wrecked. Your hips started moving, back and forth, to the sides in painfully slow circular motions. At one point he grabbed your ass, sitting up and making you gasp.

-Doll I'm kinda struggling here- he breathed out kissing your neck while you kept moving. -I want to be delicate but damn.- he nipped at your sweet spot between your neck and shoulder. Your hips started going faster with the help of his hands guiding you and soon enough you were panting and kissing each other passionately and messily.

-Oh, Steve I'm almost there- you moan hugging his head to your chest. He moaned too, reaching in front of you with his hand to circle your clit.

-I'm right behind you baby.- he reassured you while in reality he was trying hard not to come in that exact moment. He craved you more than usual, not only beacause your body was actually so fucking hot to him but also because he hasn't touched you for almost two whole weeks.

Just a few seconds later you gripped his shoulders, hiding your face in his neck. His breath got caught in his troath at the way you clenched around him when you came. And as a cue, he followed you short after, coming inside you. You stayed like that, hugging and cuddling for some minutes, then he kissed you and moved you gently on his side, hissing slightly when you lost contact.

-Be right back.- he said going to the bathroom and returning with a wet wash cloth. He cleaned you up from both of your releases and then went back to throw the dirty fabric in the laundry basket. You looked at him with a lopsided smile, still hazy and quite tired from the recent activity. He mirrored your expression with messy hair, crawling in the bed to you and pulling you on his side after.

-I needed that.- you say. He sighed, -I definetly did too. How come we always end up having sex after we argue or talk?- he asked casually. You shrugged.

-I don't know, the important thing is that the talk comes first and then, the sex.- he agreed with a nod. You chewed on you lip a bit before speaking again.

-Honey- you called, he hummed.

-While you were away last week I started to think about how I will probably need more help in the future, you know. And the fact that you and the others are often away on missions. And I mean it's totally alright, that's work but... I felt so bad when Sam and Wanda were left behind last time. And just to 'babysit' me.- he looked down at you with a frown.

-They offered to stay behind because they wanted to. We're taking turns on missions all the time.- he responded. You barely noticed that he had started to caress your belly.

-That's not the point, you know it. The last mission was quite big. I know my work well enough to know that Fury would've sent all the team, if I weren't left behind. Also by now we both understood that this baby isn't a normal baby and that is why I'm so sick so often. Bruce can't be here all the time, and for how good and skilled he his, he's not an expert in the baby field.- he was listening to you intently, but he wasn't quite sure with where you wanted to go with this.

-What's the point?- he asked, moving a strand of your hair from your face with his fingers.

-The point is,  that I've read a lot in these months, and I think that we should hire a midwife. It would be someone that stays with me most of the day and helps me. An actual expert.-

-And how would you explain that our child has the blood of two super soldiers?- his hand motioned himself and you. You got up, towards the bathroom.

-Steve, we share the house with a god, a giant green monster, enhanced people, a witch, a kid that has the powers of a spider and an intelligent robot. I think it wouldn't be a great surprise.- you closed the door, peed and then refreshed yourself before going back to take some clean clothes. You saw that he was waiting for you to get out, probably wanting to shower.

-Okay then, I guess we can arrange that, if that will make you feel better.- he finally spoke. You kissed his cheek, already in your underwear.

-Thank you. You're showering?- he nods, the raises an eyebrow.

-Wanna join?- you laugh and shake your head.

-No, baby not now. I get tired quite easily and if the bed's already a bit difficult to work with, the shower must be a nightmare.- he pouted.

-You're right.-

-But- he stops the door before it closes, waiting for you to continue. -I want to fix your hair and your beard if you let me.- a lopsided smile opens on his face.

-Be my guest.-

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After you sat him down on the edge of the bathtub, you shortened the longer strands on top with tiny scissors. After that you picked up the electric razor and groomed the sides, shortneing them but not removing them completely. You did the same with the beard, leaving a short, barely visible scruff. About twenty minutes later you were done. You put down the razor and took a step back to look at your work.

-Perfect.- you commented, brushing the hair that fell on his chest and shoulders. He stood up and looked at himself in the mirror, smiling.

-Is there anything you can't do?- he asked. You smirked, kissing him before starting to clean up.

-No, I'm a woman.-

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[hanabiira]

meta: the dating scene in SS and also the gossip surrounding it

(  send me a topic to write a meta about my muse on )

Personally, I view the Soul Society as a whole, a pretty conservative society and loosely reflects that of Edo (???) era Japan, yet likely pulls social and moral convention from many different eras, considering that the people there have lived for many years or have come from very different times of living, which probably makes it a weird amalgamation of ways of thinking and social convention.

Like, no one seems to particularly mind that Rangiku flaunts her assets and drinks and parties yet is still a high ranking and well respected member of the Gotei 13. That being said, Rangiku is fairly "young" and comes from the Rukongai. I think if Rukia tried to behave that way the Kuchiki would likely NOT tolerate it. Shunsui is old as balls but of nobility. He's always had a laissez faire sort of attitude, hittin' on the ladies and drinking his days away but his family frowned upon this and found him to be aimless, so they forced him to join the Shino Academy. Miki personally is older than both Rukia and Rangiku, (she falls around the same age as Kensei, Shinji, Yoruichi, etc.) and was raised within the Sereitei in a family of lower ranking aristocracy, so likely was raised that women should hold themselves with some amount of pride and grace and not be overtly sexual or "enticing" to men. Miki is modest, but didn't really hold onto many old fashioned sentiments about her femininity or her place in dating. What I'm saying is their is likely varying expectations on dating and such depending on one's original social status, but likely none of it are hard rules (e.g.: marriage of different classes).

I think overall its probably pretty cut and dry "man marries woman, don't have sex until married, get married, have kids." sort of attitude in the soul society. I mean, it's canon (well, book canon I guess w/e) that Renji and Rukia became pregnant with Ichika immediately after their wedding. I think it's really hard to place what sort of attitudes people might have regarding same sex or same gender relationships, considering pre-Meji Japan seemed to be fairly open about these practices but post Meji japan saw an increasingly less tolerant view of these relationships. Optimistic me would like to say that most people don't care/take a neutral view on it (ie; do whatever you want!) but realistic me would probably say some are shitty about it.

All of this probably makes for a sort of weird dating scene I think.

For Miki, I think dating probably became increasingly harder the higher in rank she became. For a while, she didn't concern herself with it, but I think dating and relationships among unseated officers is maybe more common and more casual than those who hold a high rank. I think also the older she becomes, there's more of an expectation of her to find a husband, not just date. Miki has a pretty strong sexual appetite, but likely harbors some guilt in the idea of just seeking out random men to satisfy that, thus, doesn't engage in super casual relationships very often. Plus, news that a captain is often sleeping with people would probably get around and that is news she does not want to reflect on her at all.

I think there's probably tons of gossip, especially among the higher seated officers. There's less of them and between the captains and lieutenants they all sort of know each other and they're a small group. Plus, there are some individuals who love some juicy gossip ( *cough* Rangiku *cough* *cough*) that I think people often get up in each other's business. It's not impossible to stay private, I just think news travels within the upper ranks quite quickly.

[aresrl]

Helloooo, I want to try this too, it's sounds very interesting.

I hope you don't mind me being anon.

Could you write me a matchup for a vision, a male partner and a best friend and, only if you're in the mood, a enemy?

WARNUNG: It's a long text. I'm sorry ;.;

Most people are telling me "I'm too good for this world." because I'm always friendly, I try to help the best I can, doing my duties without complaining and never really fight with someone.

But actually, I'm just someone who likes to analyze people and react accordingly to they behavior. I want to understand people and I think the easiest way is to watch them. I'm very calm with a lot of patience and like to give advices. That's why people often come to me if they have something on they minds. I'm getting kinda uneasy if there is something I can't figure out. So, I like when people give me detailed explanation or description about something they want or need.

And even if people think I'm so friendly and kind, what I am, don't get me wrong, I love my peace and alone time. I'm way more productive if I'm on my own, because I can focus more and it's quiet. Also, I'm not the type of person who likes to be surrounded by many people. Mostly because I'm not so good at keeping a conversation alive, but I try. I like being around people I'm close to.

The friends and family I have are everything to me. I hold them dear and I always be there for them and try to keep them away from any harm. If they would betray me (what some really did) I would be completely heartbroken. I'm always scared that my loved ones will leave me. It's my biggest fear.

For a relationship, I think the person need a lot of patience with me because, like I said, I like to be alone. I'm also not a very affectionate lover, because I don't have many experiences. I'm fine with all those holding hands, cuddles, kisses and all but I would rarely be the one who make the first moves. If my lover is upset about it, I would trying to be more affectionate for the love of my partner to make him happier. I just want him to be happy.

But there is one thing I absolutely adore. Lying down, holding each other and just enjoying the atmosphere. No words (maybe a few) just cuddling and listen to each others heartbeat.

Some more informations if they're necessarily:

Things I like: dogs, drawing and painting, reading, warm weather with a soft breeze (I love this), respectful and understanding people, nighttime (including stargazing), meaningful conversations

Things I don't like: heat, arrogance, loud noises, to be bossing around, uncertainty, crowds

I'm sorry, it truly is pretty long. I hope you don't mind.

I hope everything I wrote makes sense to you. Thanks for doing this, I'm looking forward to read it :D

Have a nice day and stay healthy!

(chin up if your day was not so pleasant❤️)

Hey! I don't mind people being Anon at all! I don't know if you will find it funny or scary but I always think people “too good for this world” will die early. Eh anyways here are your results!

You received... A Hydro vision! Generosity, devotion to people, always helping others, and mastery are the main characteristics of the Hydro vision. • Last time I forgot the mastery thing and reading the analyzing part made me remember that it was also a characteristic of the Hydro vision. It seems that you are a great analyzer, you have your own way of analyzing people and you seem to do it accurately. • I feel that if you want to have clear indications on what you need to do for someone it's not only to greatly fulfill the task (which would mostly look like a Geo trait) but it's to satisfy the person the most. • You have a strong bond with people. I don't know if that's the case but I wouldn't be surprised if every time you have to make a decision or you think about something important, you will first think about people you love, like if it would hurt them if it would be more convenient for them or what would they think about it. Your partner would be... Diluc! A silent but soothing relationship. Two icons of Mondstadt. • The first time he heard your voice was at Angel's Share where you were talking with Eula. The bar wasn't crowded so you were feeling comfortable enough to talk properly with her. You were debating about Kaeya. You didn't really know him but you still shared the feelings you had about him with her. Because of Eula's presence, the few present people at the bar became a bit more silent, letting Diluc hear better of what you were saying. “Kaeya? Hmm... I don't really know him but I feel something off... The few times I've seen him he seemed quite dramatic. But the kind of drama attitude you use to hide weakness.” • In addition to your calm voice, he also liked your perception. He wanted to know more about you. As you were about to pay with Eula at the counter, Diluc spoke: “I heard you talking about Kaeya earlier. You seem to have good intuition.” He paused and crossed his arms, looking elsewhere. “You can only trust half of what he says... At best.” • Sometimes you went back to Angel's Share (not purposefully but most of the time it was during his shift) to buy a bottle of a drink to your liking, and little by little you began to appreciate each other pretty well. • At the beginning of your relationship, both of you would be clumsy because of your lack of experience but slowly, you would learn together. After being more confident, you'd both engage things equally. Diluc would be very romantic with you. • You share a common thing with Diluc: serving Mondstadt. You during the day, helping people, friends or friends of friends with their tasks or problems and Diluc at night, preventing the evil to reach the city. • Even though his facade can show a grumpy man, you can see what's really inside and that's what you love. • You would share a lot of relaxing moments privately. Both of you like a calm atmosphere, perfect to share a great moment together. • You two are popular in Mondstadt. Diluc already has his reputation but you, you are loved because of your pure kindness towards everyone. You won't spend a lot of time together publicly but when you do, people feel like seeing celebrities in front of their eyes. Your friend would be... Eula! “How dare they befriend me while being so popular? They will just bring more attention to me and my plans of vengeance! For this, they must pay!” • You get along very well with everyone in Mondstadt (except one person that we'll mention later) but your best friend remains Eula. • You are very close and actually, there are no specific reasons why you get along well but you do! • Both of you talk freely and most of your discussions are interesting. • When you hang out, you always go somewhere to eventually improvise things. • She likes the fact that anything you'll engage you into, you'll do it with finesse and without a complaint. Your enemy would be... Kaeya! And it's not even Diluc's fault • You find him suspicious and you know for sure that you will never truly know why. • He considers you like a sort of threat so he will be especially careful

around you. He knows how to lie but he would get better at it to cover himself even more. Which is a clumsy move from him because it will make him even more suspicious to you. • You try to avoid his case with Diluc for fear of getting him annoyed. • Deep down, there is no hate between you two. Kaeya knows you're perceptive and it just makes him insecure while you just wonder what he is hiding, by innocent curiosity. Worth to mention (but you mentioned you didn't like uncertainty plus, this is a long list, so you can ignore it if you want) : • You would be a great ally for Beidou but I think you would refuse to be a part of her crew because of the inconvenient lifestyle. • You, Xingqiu, and Chongyun would form a great trio! It would be mainly led by Chongyun who's heading out for an exorcising, Xingqiu willing to join him and by the way, inviting you. You would accept because all the moments spent with them are wholesome and also because you would be curious about ghosts, even if at first you thought you'd be more of a bother than anything else. You'd be a great ally for Chongyun too: he needs calm and you are, both of you don't like heat and you could help him with anything, it would always be easy and not tiring tasks. • Xingqiu finds you honorable. • You are a great support for Ganyu. • Jean respects you a lot, she could even admire you. • You share similar values with Keqing so you get along well too. You can count on each other and you would even be invited to a shopping session with common friends. • There could be interesting things between you and Xiao because he would truly appreciate you. A common situation would be you going to Wangshu Inn because you'd need a place to sleep for a night or two and during your stay, you would meet Xiao randomly. You would both say hi, pleased to see each other, Xiao's face would relax by seeing you. But there's nothing more. If this happened in a universe where there is a reincarnation process, I'd say that you were together in a past life, only death has managed to separate you, and now, you meet again but live your lives respectively. I hope it suits you and I also hope you don't mind Diluc's part being very long (and the worth mentioning too) and actually my answer being longer than your description eventually haha I almost did nothing yesterday so I'm gonna catch up today. But before, I have to do my dailies

[samiii-p]

I am absolutely interested in a sneak peak!

ask and you shall receive anon

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title: project pact

dariaxmandy au

"Men are trash," Caught off guard by her friend's complaint, Daria snorts on her end of the line, otherwise staying quiet, "are women this difficult? Because jesus, if they are, there's no hope for either of us."

And, well, Daria wouldn’t exactly describe her past dating life as easy per-se, but it was definitely no walk in the park either. Apparently not as dramatic as Mandy’s on again off again situationship with her (now ex)beau, Adam.

"You know what! Why don’t you and I get married? I mean, I’m going to end up single and alone anyway. At least this way I’ll avoid overhearing my relatives call me ‘desperate’ at family functions … granted, I’ll still be fabulous and my niece will continue to think I'm the coolest person alive, but why not steer clear from that reality when I can just marry you."

For starters they're only 18, and as much as she loves her best friend and would do anything for her, Daria isn't exactly ready to settle down. Hell, she's only been on her own, away at college for a month, and is just now starting to get a handle on everything. And two: "you're not gay."

"So, what's the big deal!? I know for a fact I can pass as bi."

Daria rolls her eyes, leaning back in her chair and says, "ignoring how problematic you sound right now," sorry, you know what I meant, Mandy grumbles, "but if I ever decide to get married I'd want it to be with someone who loves me-"

"I do love you-"

"Romantically, Mandy. I mean romantically," the brunette chuckles, setting her phone on her desk and places it on speaker. She rifles through her mini fridge for a water while Mandy continues to blab on about the benefits of their nonexistent engagement.

"And what about sex?"

"Vibrators exist for a reason!"

Daria's tempted to roll her eyes again but withholds any such knee-jerk reactions.

"Think about the stress free life we'll have. I'll be a doctor, you, a hot shot engineer, our 401k, retirement and pensions are going to be mwah chef's kiss!" Half way across the country, Daria can practically see her friend pucker up and kiss the tips of her fingers.

"You’re ridiculous."

"No kids." She counters.

"What if I want kids?"

“We’ll negotiate.”

“You’re insane.”

"A big house."

"No."

"A nice yard. Oh! We'll get a dog. A nice big one. I'll let you name him Appa…"

This time she chuckles, of course Mandy presses on her weak spot. She's always wanted a dog but due to her father and sisters shared intolerance of anything covered in fur her dreams get shot down pretty quickly.

"Come on, think of the traveling we'll get to do on our salary. Plus-"

"No."

"PLUS we've been best friends since we were in diapers. We know how to have a good time around each other or simply exist. I’m one of the few people you can tolerate on a consistent basis and who knows me better than you?"

"No one.” Daria says automatically, and since she knows her so well she can say pretty confidently, “you talk crazy when you’re sleep deprived, and considering your studying schedule I’m willing to bet the four granola bars and pack of ramen I have left you haven’t got a good night’s sleep in a while, so I'm going to hang up now and let you do just that. Night, Mandy.”

"Oh, c'mon D!"

"Byyyyyye-"

"Daria. Daria, don't you dare!"

"Hanging up … now-"

"No, wait! I'll cook for you."

Daria laughs into the receiver, "you don't know how to cook!"

"I'll learn or hire a -," click.

pzzt.pzzt.

She wakes up the next morning to a text message, vision blurry, she reads through it quickly and sighs into her pillow before rolling over and going back to sleep.

it’s ya bff 💅🏼: broooo come on, you know I’d make a cool ass wife. think about it 💋👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🌈💛🖤

[headcanonsandmore]

I feel like Ron/Harry is such a rare and weird pairing in this fandom and I dont see why! Obviously it's not canon but they have literally the strongest fictional friendship I've ever seen, Harry adores Ron and ACHES when they're fighting (which idk why people act like their fights mean Ron is so shitty, people fight sometimes and still love each other). I like other pairings too but Ron/Harry would be so healthy & loving. Any recommendations for fics or blogs to follow for Ronarry content??

Ronarry isn’t popular because the films left such a lasting impression on the fandom that many couldn’t understand why Harry would fall for Ron. There’s also the fact that Romione is such a popular canon pairing, and most people can’t bare seeing them broken up. There’s also the fact that Dr*rry became very popular during the time the later films were being made. Hence why the Potter fanbase is basically the only fandom where the most popular MLM pairing isn’t the protagonist with his closest male friend. 

As for fanfic recs, I’d recommend the following; 

‘Wildflowers and soft laughter’ by Cookies and Ink. Ron decides to finally confront the stranger who’d been stealing wildflowers from their front garden every weekend. He also manages to repeatedly embarrass himself in the process. Rated T.

‘Wedding Favours’ by Cookies and Ink. Harry had agreed to be Ginny’s fake boyfriend for a wedding, to keep her Mum off her back. He hadn’t expected to find someone he’d fall head over heels for there. Rated T.

Basically, check out everything by Cookies and Ink. They write so much Rarry/Harron fanfiction (often AU stuff, as well as halfway-canon stuff).

‘Engaged’ by I’mdeadsothere. All around Harry everyone is getting engaged, leaving Harry to wonder if he’ll ever have the same honor. Especially when the one person he truly loves, well, it’s complicated. Rated T. Contains strong language.

‘Beds’ by I’mdeadsothere. Now that the war is over Harry treats himself by buying a nice big fluffy bed. Only it’s too nice, too fluffy, and WAY too big. Ron has the perfect solution, but it’ll change a lot more than just how Harry feels about his bed. Rated T. Contains strong language. (This one also has Hermione ‘biggest Rarry shipper on the planet’ Granger involved, so that’s a plus).

(WARNING- FLAGRANT SELF-PROMOTION) There’s also my own ‘Having trouble sleeping?’, which is about Ron being the crush of both Hermione and Harry. It doesn’t have Ron choosing one person over the other, but focuses more on why Ron is so loveable. Rated T.

‘Harry Potter And The World That Went Bloody Insane’ “I know something you don’t know” is, apparently, the essence of Harry Potter’s love life. Harry’s certain that the world has been reading one too many romance novels, but then, Harry’s always been a bit oblivious.

‘You and Me’ by @fivenamereveals. Harry’s fourth year gets incredibly complicated when he realises he’s crushing on his redheaded best friend. A incredibly cute story that has Pavender in the background (plus loads of cute Ronarry moments). 

I also have a ‘fanfic recs’ tag on my blog, so check that out as well for anything I might have missed.

As for blogs, I’d recommend the ever-awesome @booigi-boi, @peetamaellark @lytefoot @manny-bgm @overmelted @turner-0901 @king-r-weasley @amysthefardareismai@vivithefolle. Apologies if I’ve missed anyone. 

Hope that helps! Thanks for the ask!