#gunna reblog this because yeah

[rottindecay]

Hobie Brown Headcannons!

just some silly stuff ! >__<

warnings: i believe none.

[this is my first time ever posting smth like this..hopefully it’s good enough.]

*Reblogs, notes n comments r much appreciated >O<!*

Starting off strong- this man definitely craves physical touch. Like have you SEEN him with the anarch-kids?

He cant live with out ur touch like seriously, it would drive this man insane.

You love your personal space? He loves yours too.

Especially out in public. This guy will have a finger around one of your belt loops/belt, holding onto your bag or hand, even has his arm snaked around your waist or shoulder. He needs your touch!!

he loves to cuddle. More of a big spoon kinda guy because he finds it funny how his body just completely takes over yours, ykwim? (If ur shorter than him ofc)

but won’t mind being little spoon fr. Loves to have his head laying on your chest as you guys sleep in each others arms.

Speaking of sleeping- he’s a really heavy sleeper.

when he sleeps he’s sprawled all over the bed so good luck trying to wake him up to give you room.

When you do try to move him, he dosent move or make room for you LMAO

he just groans before pulling you into his embrace and resting his chin on your head fast asleep with his arm around your waist.

He’s an ass lover.

Wearing shorts around the house? He’s telling you you look good in them. Bending over to pick something up? He’s playfully slapping ur ass and snickering as he does so.

Like- if your on youre phone or reading a book or whatever and your laying on your stomach, he’s gunna come over and lay his head on ur ass like a pillow and take a nap or do smth on his phone.

Same with thighs fr

When you guys are out walking around or doing something and you have back pockets, expect his hand in your pocket.

Because he could keep you close and get to feel your ass. Win win in his book!

He loves ur ass!!!!!!

He adores little trinkets.

He has them all over his house

Like the first time you walked into his house, you just saw a lot of bowls laying around in places like in his room, kitchen, living room ext with just small little knickknacks he found or bought (stole)

Loves to receive and gift them to people hes close with.

He’s like a crow honestly.

90% of the time when you guys are hugging, he would go limp out of nowhere and now here you are trying to hold up a 6’5 180 lbs guy as he’s chuckling his ass off.

Puts his arm on your shoulder or head like an armrest.

Never calls u by ur first name. always has some nickname for you like “darling” (since he’s a Brit n all) or a nickname that connects to an embarrassing moment of urs LMFAO

He’s stupidly smart but dosent put effort in it ykwim?

Same goes for cleaning like yeah he could clean it, but why would he? He knows where everything is so it’s fine.

Also loves to hug u from behind and burry his face into your neck.

Also neck kissed Are his favorite thing like cmon now.

Honestly dosent care What pronoun you use. You could call him ball/ballself and he would look over at you without batting an eye to that.

Knows how to sing, just dosent do it. But if u ask nicely he would as he strums his guitar professionally!

He snores and drools everytime he sleeps.

Also luvs to do and wash ur hair for u.

Hobie has ADHD idc argue with the wall.

If ur ever doing chores around the house he’s 100% always going to help you with whatever your doing even if it’s something as simple as sweeping the floors. He dosent want you to think your juggling to many responsibilities.

Typa guy to know a guy. He knows a lot of people.

All his fingers are decorated with rings. Once you guys start to actually get serious he would give you one of his favorite rings since he dosent believe in marriage.

It’s nothing too big though, it’s just a simple silver band that’s obviously been shown some love throughout the years.

Dosent really label your guys relationship. Why would he need to box you in like that? It’s stupid. He knows he can trust you and you can trust him so there’s no need to be calling each other “boyfriend” and “girlfriend”

Makes playlists for you and burns them into CD’s

We all know he’s alr stupidly smart, yeah? Well he was the kinda kid to always be sleeping in class, not do any work and fail it even though he was the smartest mf there.

Also hated to do homework so he didn’t do it. Who was gunna stop him? NOBODY.

Also sucks at spelling tbh

Like he dosent care abt it. “Apple” is now “aple.”

Loves to DIY stuff like clothes, pins, patches, jewelry n much more!

He’s punk so he obviously listens to punk music, but he also listens to more than that. He hates consistency !!

I think he would be a really good cook he just won’t put effort in exploring that part of him LMAO

he obviously has really good sense of style. I think a lot of people forget he was FORMALLY A RUNWAY MODEL. HELLOOOO???

So if he sees shitty quality clothes, hes gunna point it out to you and suggest something else.

When being taken out on dates he dosent really do anything fancy, not his style yk?

But he does take you out on the most amazing places only a few know.

Shows you the coolest pubs hidden in alleyways, site seeing, walking around London in his dimension and just little fun activities.

(maybe even steal from big corporations too.)

[resowrites]

Year Of The Rabbit - oneshot.

Summary: There’s teasing, reminiscing and a big surprise in the lead up to Henry and his girlfriend’s anniversary (following on from this oneshot but can be read as a standalone story).

Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x Girlfriend!OC

Warnings: NSFW 18+ only, fluff, light smut/sexy talk (f masturbation/slight m dom vibe if you squint), banter/British humour, dialogue heavy, time hopping/vignette style, language, pet names, nondescript OC body type/appearance, hastily written/lightly proofread.

WC: 2662

A/N: This was meant to go up a while ago but time got away from me again, also please forgive the mistakes - my head’s still a touch sore from last night! Happy New Year folks, hope it’s a good one for you all ~ R x

My work must not be copied, reposted, or translated elsewhere. Likes, follows, reblogs and comments are thoroughly welcome and appreciated! Gifs/pics not my own. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for visiting!

Year Of The Rabbit - oneshot.

December 30th

"Er... I'm not sure this is the right turn."

"Henry, for the third time, I know where I'm going." He reached across to the glovebox and popped it open. She took a deep breath and kept her eyes fixed ahead, even when the corners of an unfurled map began to crowd her vision. They'd decided to spend January at the cottage, which meant they had to go home to pick up some more stuff.

"Yep, just as I thought, we're heading the wrong way. Oh no, wait. The map's upside down." She bit her lower lip, refusing to take the bait. "You still should've taken that last exit though, woulda shaved at least thirty minutes off the drive... are you alright? You seem a bit quiet." 

"I'm good... just enjoying the scenery." Henry sniffed and reached over to the glove box once again.

"Yes! I knew I'd remembered to pack it," he unwrapped a large block of tin foil and took a bite, "want some?" 

"No thanks."

"You sure? It's got extra nuts," Henry started waving the Christmas cake near her face, "here, I'll break off a small piece for me wee wife." A big chunk of cake then fell directly onto her lap. She gritted her teeth. "Now, if you take the next right instead of a left, we'll be back to the last exit in no time." She decided to pull over. "Oh darling, you didn't need to stop to read the map, I'm happy to give directions." She cleared her throat and looked directly into his devilish eyes.

"Darling, try all you like, you are not irritating me today."

"Oh? What makes you think I'm trying to irritate you?" Henry took another bite of cake, sending more crumbs flying everywhere. 

"Because you can't help yourself. But that's just fine, cos I'm not rising to it anymore. In fact, it's my New Year's resolution: to remain zen-like in your presence at all times." She then smiled and turned the key in the ignition. He made no reply, choosing instead to take another look at the map. "... Will you please get that bloody thing out of my face?!"

"What?! I'm just trying to help me wee wife get back on the right road--"

"And that's another thing, stop calling me your 'wee wife,' or I won't be marrying you at all!"

"But you are wee as well as my wife-to-be! What else am I meant to call you? Woman? And you can't backsie a marriage proposal, it's not like a new years resolution!"

"… Kill me."

"Oh come on, it's not that hopeless, woman. We'll find home again, I promise."

"Henry, I mean it, you put that map away right now and shut up or I'll take off my seatbelt and crash straight into the next fucking tree." Henry blinked.

"That's alright, I can always catch a lift."

"Christ, why me Lord?"

"I was thinking the same. We could have been back by now, having a shag in front of a roaring fire."

"Pfft, you'll be lucky."

"I know. When are you gunna put out? It's been days..."

"Perhaps when I'm not made to drive miles just to pick up a fucking Sonic game! And it's not even been 48 hours!"

"Yeah, 48 woman hours, in man hours that's closer to two weeks. And excuse me, it's Sonic Frontiers. How many times do I have to apologise for forgetting it?! You were the one who insisted on driving back, I was happy to go by myself!"

"Oh please, with the way you speed down these country roads?"

"Well I thought you'd take any opportunity to get rid of me?"

"I would but not at the expense of the bloody car!"

"Ollie?"

"What?!"

"… Just take a breath," she ground her teeth and ignored his smirk, "WAIT, LOOK OUT!" She quickly swerved, sending Henry into fits of giggles.

"You stupid, stupid twat! What did you do that for?! I could have crashed the fucking car!"

"Don't be silly, even you're not that bad a driver… "

"Oh my God I could kill you..."

"Oh, grow up."

"I need to grow up?!"

"Yes, or you shan't be receiving your anniversary present."

"What d'ya mean? What anniversary?"

"What d'ya mean 'what d'ya mean,' our anniversary! We met New Year's Eve, remember?"

"Oh... I thought we were just going to Mark and Claire's party?"

"Nope, I've got something else planned."

"Oh Henry, no more. You've spoiled me enough, just a quiet evening will do." 

"Trust me, you're gunna love it. And relax, it'll just be the two of us."

"Well now I'm sure to enjoy it..." 

"Don't worry, there'll still be plenty of drink."

"That's a relief, I always find it a rather solemn occasion..." He ignored her. 

"Aww, how could you forget the night your life changed forever? I can remember it like it was yesterday-- what you looking for?"

"The sick bags." Henry smiled.

"You know, you were the only woman I approached who didn't laugh at my jokes?"

"I laughed at you."

"Mmm... what was it I said again?"

"Er... something along the lines of 'nice dress, lucky you're not any taller." He cackled.

"Well it was bloody short! You still got it?"

"Pretty sure I burned it..."

"And what was it you said to me?"

"Um... 'that's a nice shirt, now hand me that Champagne and fuck off." Henry sighed.

"Yep, I knew right then you were my woman," she rolled her eyes, "you know I've still got that shirt?"

"Why? It was too small even back then..." He carried on ignoring her.

"You know, if we'd married back then we'd have been celebrating our seven-year wedding anniversary tomorrow? What do you get for seven years?"

"... An itch? And what kind of woman would I be if I married you straight away?!"

"A most fortunate one, my love. Do you what some women would give to marry me?"

"That's only cos they don't actually know you!" Henry smirked.

"... When did you realise you loved me?"

"Who said anything about love?!" He tutted.

"... I knew you only wanted me for my body." Henry then shoved the last bit of cake straight into his mouth.

"Oh my God look at the mess you've made! And I can’t believe you bought along a whole Christmas cake-- wait yes I can, it's exactly what you'd bloody do!"

"Then why are you marrying me?!" She sighed.

"I don't know... I must have hit my head and can't remember." 

"Well that explains why you didn't even remember our anniversary!"

"Oh my God, are you gunna be like this after we're married? Wait, we won't have to celebrate both anniversaries will we?" He nodded. "But can't we just roll them into one? I'll celebrate today in fact, call it my "prick-iversary.'"

"Oh stop it. You love this prick. And the man attached to it."

"Sure."

"Yes you do! I bet You’ll be a bigger wreck than me on the day…"

"What d'ya mean? Oh you better not start crying, or I’ll turn around and run!" Henry laughed.

"Well how could I not cry? We don't have enough sex now! What's it gunna be like once we're married?!"

***

She was laying beneath the bed cover with both arms under her pillow. She rocked gently back and forth, brushing her nipples against it and her bottom half against the other pillow between her legs. She didn’t even hear Henry enter the bedroom. "Right I've set up the other controller so— whoa, now! What's going on here?!"

"What does it... look like?"

"I dunno, lemme see…" He leaned over and tried to pull the cover down, causing her to grip the edge and roll onto her side.

"No, I don't think so…" She then closed her eyes, resumed grinding, and began massaging one of her breasts.

"So what am I meant to do?! Just stand here and watch?!"

"No but you can go... listen in the next room... if you like." Henry crossed his arms, his eyes still fixated on her chest.

"... Why are you doing this to me?!" 

"What?! I'm just celebrating our… anniversary."

"By having sex with yourself?!"

"When... do I not?" He tutted.

"How long've you been at it?"

"I've been edging for... nearly an hour."

"Without even using your fingers?! Oh darling, you must be in agony. Here, let me--"

"Henry! Will you please fuck off?!"

"Why?! I only want a little feel! Christ, I bet you're soaked…" Again Henry tried to pull back the cover.

"No don't... I'll cum too fast…" Her breath was short and she struggled to get any more words out. Eventually, she gasped and had to stop. Even beneath the covers, he could see her legs trembling. Henry snapped back up and unzipped his fly.

"Alright, on your back for me, there's a good girl."

"Nope."

"Ollie, that's enough. Get on your back. Now."

***

"Now, why is it you'll only cuddle me after I've fucked your brains out?" 

"… I think you just answered your own question there." She tried to wriggle free of Henry's arms.

"Oh no you don't. Come on, put your head back where it was, you were almost asleep."

"Nope, I'm going for a shower."

"Not yet you're not," he yanked her back and clamped her hip with his thigh so she couldn't move. Right on cue, she yawned as her face nestled into his chest. "I knew you loved listening to my heartbeat…"

"I'm not doing that!"

"Mm-hm, sure." Henry kissed the top of her head. "You know, this reminds me of when we were in lockdown."

"... How I didn't put your head through a window those first couple of weeks, I'll never know." He chuckled.

"Oh behave yourself, you love having me around. Now get some sleep, I'll wake you when it's dinner…” Suddenly her eyes popped open and she pushed at Henry's chest, forcing him to release her. "What did I do wrong now?!" But she quickly shushed him.

"Is that a knock at the door?"

"What? At this time? Who would it be--" she shushed Henry again.

"Can't you hear it? There's definitely someone there…" She rushed to put on a dressing gown and some slippers.

"Where are you going? Stay here, I'll go see who it is." He quickly threw on a tracksuit and jogged downstairs. Five minutes or so later, she could hear Henry clattering about the kitchen.

"Is everything okay, darling?"

"Yes! Dinner just came early, that's all. Go have your shower then come down…" He hoped that would buy him enough time. 

***

She trudged down the stairs about twenty minutes later, hair still wet and yawning like it was already gone midnight. "Darling? What are you doing?" Henry immediately jumped up and her eyes fell to the blanketed lump on the floor behind him. "What's that?" He stepped aside with a huge grin.

"Why don't you see for yourself?" Warily she took a few steps forward, glancing toward the counter before she crouched to the floor. 

"Wait, where's the food--" she'd never been in more shock than when she lifted off the blanket. 

"… Well? What do you think?" A lump had already formed in her throat. There, fast asleep, was a fluffy and very chunky Akita puppy. She quickly covered her face with her hands. "Ollie?" Henry dashed forwards and flung his arms around her. "Shhh it's alright... no! Don't cry, darling!" He soon found himself wiping away a tear or two of his own. Through no fault of her own, Ollie wasn't very demonstrative. But that moment was easily the happiest Henry had ever seen her.

“You got me… a… puppy? Really?" She could hardly talk for crying. He nodded as he wiped her face.

"Do you like her?"

"It's a girl?!" She sobbed harder, causing Henry to chuckle and kiss the top of her head.

"Of course! I didn't want you to feel outnumbered anymore. Here, do you wanna hold her?"

"No! Let her sleep…" She sunk to the floor anyway and began carefully stroking her fur. He took a seat beside her and continued drying her face. "I can't believe it, she's perfect... thank you so much. Even though you've got me crying like an idiot." Henry snorted.

“Well, I had to find the perfect girl for my other perfect girl! And I'm sorry, she was meant to be dropped off tomorrow but her breeders wanted to avoid the New Year's Eve traffic," he could see her face fall "what's wrong darling? Look, I know I've sprung this on you, and Kal and I are hard work enough, so if you're not ready it's fine I can--"

"No, it's not that! It's just… well what about Kal?" Their beloved boy was still fast asleep on the rug in the living room. "He's an older gentleman now, he won't appreciate being terrorised by a puppy--"

"Relax! they've already been introduced. Multiple times, in fact. It's what I was doing these last couple of months whenever I got a spare Sunday. She's super chill so he's fine with her. We were lucky, she was also the only girl in the litter--"

"Wait a minute, you kept her from me for months?!" 

"Well we had to be sure she had the right temperament! Akita's usually prefer being the only dog so--" she clamped a hand over Henry's mouth.

"It was a joke! She's absolutely beautiful, how old is she? Is she going to stay this colour?" The excitement in her voice made his heart sing.

"Should do, and she's just over four months. A friend of mine's already offered to train her to be a therapy dog when she's a bit older, he says she's perfect for it. And that way she can give you all the cuddles I can't when I'm away. Don't worry though, I'll continue toilet and crate training her in the meantime--" 

"No-- I want you to show me, I've never had a puppy before!"

"Are you sure? It'll be quicker just to teach her," she swatted Henry's arm "so, what are you gunna call her?" She thought for a moment.

"Copper!"

"Copper?!"

"Yeah, I mean... she looks that colour and I think it's also the seventh wedding anniversary gift?"

"Then Copper it is! Happy early anniversary, darling..." He planted a kiss on her lips and she felt the annoying, all too familiar sense of dread. "Darling? What is it?"

"It's nothing, I just... why are you doing all of this for me? First the cottage, and now this... it's not like I've done anything to deserve it--"

"Ollie, stop right there. I..." Henry paused for a moment, struggling to find the right words. "I know your life's not been the easiest, and being with me hasn't made it much easier--"

"Henry--"

"No, let me finish. I hope with time and the help of your sessions, you'll find it easier to trust people. But either way, I'll never stop trying to prove myself to you. Ever. You deserve the world, darling." She wiped away more tears. 

"Stop it. I left the sick bags in the car..." He grinned. "I feel terrible though, I didn't get you anything for our anniversary!" 

"Darling, you've had a lot on your mind. Though there is one thing you could do..." 

"Jesus, we were only at it an hour ago... or is that more like three days ago?" Henry smirked.

"I didn't mean that! Although, as soon as you've recovered just let me know..." She rolled her eyes. "I was actually going to ask you to play Sonic Frontiers with me." Her loving smile disappeared so quickly from her face that he burst out laughing.

"Fine. Copper's worth it. But no bloody cheating! Oh and--" she whispered something in Henry's ear. 

"... Really?! That's what made you fall in love with me?!" They both roared with laughter and shared another kiss.

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[blamemma]

This may sound mean but I do sometimes read the lestappen theories of Charles to rbr which makes me feel way more stable about the delulu I have over Daniel to rbr because I think there’s concrete evidence to Daniel whereas with Charles it’s genuinely just full on vibes and hopes for blurry pictures

honestly, i don't follow enough lestappen fans to really see the lore of it all, like it's only really alexis and rand who i see regularly reblogging lestappen and even then, they're not like pulling shit out of thin air, its genuine moments of them together. i don't understand the appeal of lestappen, i've said that before, and it still hasn't won me over, but i ain't gunna massively shit on people for enjoying what they're enjoying. i'm sure some people think that about maxiel fans some days as well. like look, if daniel was podium-ing regularly or qualifying in the top 3 regularly, i would also be psycho-analysing the way max wraps his arm around daniel's waist. people are having fun with it, which is what fandom's about, it just doesn't butter my bread! and again, i've said it before, i've said it again, charles to red bull truly does not make any sense to me because that boy bleeds ferrari and i think like max, he'll be with them till the end, but idk its fun to make up lil au's or edits of him in red bull, there are v talented people out there and so yeah, i just don't engage with it, and most of the time just scroll past it cause i know i wont enjoy it??

[ileftherbackhome]

I don’t know about the “autistic people don’t get jokes” thing but as an autistic person i know it can be super hard to read tone over text, /j and /s exist for a reason right? (/gen)

Hi anon, thank you for this good question. Yeah, in general. You're absolutely correct.

In the specific situation however, I knew the intent behind the anon was to weaponize my autism as a way to shut down conversations about sexism.

It doesn't matter that you didn't get the joke. What matters is you assuming the worst out a group of women you don't like because you don't understand how someone can put the words "underground artist taylor swift" together and not be genuine. Even the question the person asked like "I did not just see a swiftie refer to taylor swift as underground. Bitches wouldn't know underground"

That implies swifties, as a fandom, think taylor swift is an underground artist. Like those are the words I am claiming are sexist, because it frankly IS sexist to assume a fandom dominated by women is too stupid to engage in intentional irony.

Like, if he genuinely was asking the question "do swifties believe taylor swift is underground," he could have asked the swiftie directly or even just sent the post out like that. But instead he intentionally used aggressive language and generalized that one swiftie to "bitches" come on now.

If you dont see the implication there, you probably ARE autistic and that's fine but it's there. I'm not a fucking crazy fan for seeing the implication there, and seeing how sexist bias led that person to believe the woman fan was being serious. It was a hate filled post, generalizing swifties. That was inspired by their hatred of swifties, which is a group filled of white women, and they didn't mind assuming swifties as a fandom think taylor swift is indie, genuinely. Them and 12 000 other people mind you who were joining in on the sexism (if op was autistic fine, but ur gunna claim all those 12k+ reblogs weren't sexist and just a genuine case of autistic social faux pasing? I'm autistic, not stupid /j).

That's why I shut that shit down, because weaponizing MY autism by saying that I'm just mad they didn't get the joke is dishonest bullshit. It's ableist and it relies on the stereotype that autistic people just don't get humor. Which isn't true, it's the CONTEXT. It's when body language doesn't match words, but I digress. Another topic.

Like, yes, you didn't get the joke? Did you have to make a post generalizing an entire female dominated fandom for being so stupid for believing something they DON'T believe, calling them bitches and saying they wouldn't know underground if it killed them or whatever?

[titsuya]

i am craving an iwaizumi soft sex hc/imagine pls provide i beg

iwaizumi hajime x f!reader

warning: heavy praise, creampie, soft haji <3, heavy use in pet names, v v shitty writing MINORS DNI 18+

wc: 0.6k + (it’s a lil drabble)

a/n: MY FIRST REQUEST I CAN ACTUALLY FULFILL !! omg how exciting :D sorry this is a piece of shit tho. hopefully it was as soft as you wanted it ! PLEASE TELL ME IF U HATE IT

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“how do you want it, pretty baby? i know you’ve been having a hard day. you wanna take it slow?” iwaizumi asks as you lay below him in nothing but panties and socks.

you hum, nodding your head, softly, “please, haji,”

he presses his calloused thumb to your sensitive clit, “i got you, baby. you just lay there and take my cock for me, okay?”

you moan, quietly, arching your back at the unexpected sensation and just nod your head again at his words.

he lines his length up with your drooling hole, slowly pushing in. the stretch throws you off a bit, you know his dick is big and you know it’s something your tight little cunt will probably never get used to.

you whine a bit at the burn and iwaizumi shushes you, “shhh, it’s okay, baby. i got you. doing so good for me.”

you’re heart skips a beat at the sweet praise that drips like honey from his lips— another thing you’ll never get used to.

you feel him push his cock all the way in till he’s bottomed out and you both let out a loud moan.

“you’re so fucking tight, baby,” he throws his head back, a groan following the words, “god damn, i love this pretty little pussy,”

he pulls out and pushes in again slowly, feeling the way your gummy walls are molding to his cock once again.

his thrusts are slow, yet you’re still crying mess, so he lowers himself down to give you a small kiss of reassurance.

“h-haji,” you whisper, forehead leaning against his. “faster, please.”

he nods, rocking into you faster because who was he to deny his sweet little angel?

he stares into your eyes and watches how they’re trying to keep contact with his, but every few seconds they roll back unintentionally.

“you’re so pretty, you know that?” he grunts feeling your pussy clamp down on him. “fuck, baby, you’re so fucking gorgeous, love you so much,”

you cry out, arching your back. iwaizumi takes this as an opportunity to wrap his arms around your body, hugging you while fucking into you.

at the strange new feeling, you also feel the head of his cock kissing your cervix and mewl out his name.

“hajime! f-fuck haji! g-gunna cum!” you cry out. “please let me cum!”

the squelching of your wet cunt and his cock pounding into you sounds so lewd, you get closer and closer to cumming by the second.

“cum, baby. go ahead and cum on this cock, it’s all for you.” he moans out and you can tell he’s getting closer himself.

you bite into his shoulder, gently, digging your fingernails into his back as cum. you clench tightly over him as your body shakes forcefully.

“f-fuckin vice,” he groans more to himself than anything. “where do you want me to cum?”

you gasp as you feel his cock throb inside of you and imagine how good it would feel to be full of your boyfriend’s cum.

“i-inside!”

“yeah? you want my cum?” he asks, moaning loudly. his cock twitching inside of you again before he stills and spills his load deep inside of you.

you sob at the feeling of his warm cum painting your velvet walls and the sound of his moans muffled into your neck.

you both lay there, sweaty bodies holding each other gently. you both take your time to recover, soft moans falling from both of your lips.

after a few minutes, you hear his voice, “you feel better, baby?” he asks, mumbling into your ear having yet to pull out.

you hum, delightedly, feeling ten times better, “mhm, thank you. i love you, hajime.”

“i love you, too, angel.”

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[imagine-that-100]

Glass in the Studio

Description: Alex Turner x Reader (Female) | Alex injures himself before your date which means that it’s a trip to A&E instead of a restaurant. 

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Mentions of blood & injuries?

A/N: This was requested by @supersonic-scientist​ I really hope you enjoy it! Let me know what you think. This is the first of a few drabbles coming over the next few days so enjoy. Likes and reblog are appreciated and as always, thank you to everyone who reads x

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“Miles you really are a fucking idiot.” Alex rolls his eyes as he crouches down on the floor to pick up the now smashed Coke bottle.

“I think you’re the idiot mate. You couldn’t catch a bottle from four foot away.” Miles shakes his head.

Alex looks up at his best mate as if he’s stupid, and also chuckles a little in disbelief, “Why would you throw a half empty bottle at me from four foot away when you could have just passed it me?”

Miles mumbles something under his breath that Alex didn’t quite hear as he starts picking up the glass. There were quite a few large shards that acted as bowls for the smaller shards to sit on as Alex continued to collect the glass from the studio’s wooden floor.

The fluorescent lights that were lighting up the room were making it pretty hard for Alex to actually see the smaller pieces of glass because they blended in with the glossy floor beneath him. However, Alex thought he did quite well with what glass he’d already collected so he asked his best mate to pass the bin over.

This is something Miles does for his friend, but he’s still in a weird mood that the both of them get into when they are in the studio together. So Miles extends the small bin in his hand towards his best mate, but when Alex goes to put the glass in, Miles pulls it away.

No glass goes on the floor again because Miles never actually let Alex get that far, but it was amusing to Miles to see his best friend getting annoyed at him. So he just decided to do it one more time.

This is when tragedy struck. Alex preempted his idiot of a mate to pull his trick again so Alex lunged himself forward ensuring that the glass went in the bin this time, but as he did he threw himself off balance.

His free hand landed right on a decent sized shard of glass, cutting the small muscle on his palm that protected his thumb. And he could feel it stuck in there pretty deep.

“Fuck.” Alex seethed, picking himself up off the floor as he started seeing the blood oozing around the glass that was stuck in his hand.

~*~*~*~

You’d just finished work and you were really excited for your night ahead. You were seeing Alex later and he was taking you out on your 7th date.

You’d been friends for well over 5 years so you knew each other like the back of your hands. But only 6 months ago did you both question if you could be more than the friends you've been for ages.

And as it turns out you could.

You’d loved each and every second of seeing Alex in a romantic sense. He was a real gentleman and you were loving that he treated you like ‘his queen’.

That was a little joke of his because since he’d grown his hair out over the past 2 years after the AM tour, you'd told him that he looked like prince charming but with brown hair. And he was honestly living up to that title because he never stopped looking after you.

Your job stressed you out a lot and with Alex being back and mostly being bored before his tour came back around he was always with you. He gave you a lovely distraction from what your life normally was and he lit you back up again.

You’d really fallen hard for him. And he for you.

That’s why your heart stopped in your chest when you got in the car and found out what had happened. Alex had FaceTimed you saying, “Hey love, sorry to bother you when you're not even home yet but I’m gunna probably be really late tonight.”

“Are you okay?” You ask him as he looks white as a sheet on the screen on your phone. His floppy hair was a mess too.

You didn’t even mind about the date, you’re just worried about him as he looked really unwell. Like more unwell than you’d ever seen him before.

And you’d seen him in some states over the years.

“Erm, yeah and no.” Alex says and panic sets in your stomach, but thankfully he carries on explaining, “I cut my hand on broken glass and Miles is dragging me to A&E.”

“Not dragging you Alex, you’re hand’s cut open.” You can hear Miles say in a scorning voice.

You could see from the screen that he was sitting in a car but he didn't let you ask about his health. He just shushed his mate and apologised, “That doesn’t matter. Y/N I’m really sorry I’m gunna more than likely miss the reservation but I swear I’m gunna make it u-”

You interrupt and ask your boyfriend, “Al, Are you okay?” as he looks very light headed now.

“I’m fine” Alex says before lifting his hand so you could see it in the camera.

You could see that he’d tied a pot towel around it but what scared you was that the bit around the back of his hand was white and the bit on his parm was completely soaked red.

Your heart drops knowing what it was but for some reason you ask, “Is that blood?”

“Yes, but that doesn’t matter right now, what does matter is-” Alex tries to carry on but you don’t let him.

You shake your head and widen your eyes to scorn him for trying to continue on about the date, “You are literally bleeding… There’s more important things Alex.”

“But I just wanted to take you out.” Alex pouts and he leans his head against the window of the car Miles is obviously taking him to hospital in.

He was so adorable but at the same time so stupid.

After you ask Miles which A&E he’s taking him to, you race there yourself. You knew Alex and you knew how he was around doctors, especially when the trip was an unwanted one.

One too many bad experiences left him nervous of waiting rooms and seeing men and women in white coats. He didn’t like it all that much so there was no way you weren’t going.

Whether that be for moral support or to help ease his nerves you didn’t know. You just knew you couldn’t sit at home wondering if the man you love was okay after seeing how much blood was on that thick pot towel.

“Are you okay?” You say as your arms wrap around his waist.

“I’m fine.” Alex says, hugging you while simultaneously keeping his hand raised. “Better now you’re here.”

He kissed the side of your head before he let you go and you sat yourself down beside him. Miles left after you’d all been waiting together for 20 minutes but you assured him that your (but also practically his) boyfriend would be alright with you.

You were waiting an hour in total before you were sat in a chair next to the bed that the nurse had made Alex lie down on the bed and was preparing his hand to be stitched up. The cut was fairly deep and the nurse really wasn’t surprised at how much blood he’d lost considering the size of the wound.

It was lucky the glass hadn’t gone any deeper into his muscle or he could have been in a lot worse situation.

“I’m sorry.” Alex says when he looks away from the nurse to you sitting just beside him.

You frown a little then and look into his soft brown eyes, “What for?”

“This isn’t the date I wanted to take you on...” Alex tells you, pouting his bottom lip a little. “A&E isn’t really what I had in mind for tonight.”

You softly smile at him then and gently rub his shoulder as you say, “We could be here or at a dingy pub or a fancy restaurant and I’d be just as happy because you’re with me.”

Alex just grins at you like an idiot then, even more so when you say, “I’m happy anywhere as long as you’re with me.”

Alex’s heart melts.

“Please give me a kiss.” His Sheffield accent comes through thick when he asks you that.

You grin like the idiot in love that you are before you get up off the chair you’re sat on and kiss your boyfriend. His lips are warm and inviting as they always were and you smile into the sweet kiss as he tries to keep you there a little longer to distract him.

When you pull away, Alex softly smiles, “I love you.”

“I love you more...” You grin and add, “My little damsel in distress.” You run your fingers through his floppy hair and smile when he leans into your touch a bit more.

Alex laughs at that as you sit back down beside his bed and he chuckles, “This make you my prince charming now?”

“Well I’m not the one about to get stitches so I think so.” You giggle, looking over to the nurse who looked just about ready to start.

She moved her wheely table that now held her equipment to start treating Alex and she looks to him and asks, “You ready?”

Alex then grabs your hand and intertwines your fingers and after giving it a kiss and a squeeze he smiles and nods, “I am now”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

[purple-obsidian]

"Now that’s gotten more confident, he’ll make it worth your while."

dude, understatement of a lifetime, the way you describe how he learns to fuck!! i had to take a break while reading this.

"Instead of plowing you with his rig and hoping for the best, he’s learned how to move you, and move with you... He learned the method from how well you responded when he ate you out, the motion of his tongue licking your hole taught him well"

a lesson i wish more people knew fr fr

"Like you want it"

yeah no shit. a man that listens and learns about what turns me on and worships me??

"One of the reasons you liked Mordecai enough to hook up was his length because you’re into the pain."

okay i'm feeling called out here but judging by the number of likes/reblogs this has, i'd say i'm not alone

"When you start drying up from the harsh pace and his condom, he pulls out for your sake."

then he makes us squirt. king behavior, honestly.

"He wants his bed to smell like you."

i'd give this bird man my kidney hes so fucking gross i love it.

"he feeds that long cock right back in to keep going"

i bet tf he does indy. and now i'm feeling like i'm gunna have to pace myself more with reading all your mordecai shit because i'm two posts in and my room is starting to feel a little stuffy and i'm breathing hard for some reason

jerk it out.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ NOTES: the header is from @/teefumz on tiktok and instagram. i couldn’t find anything about their rules on reposts used for personal reasons such as this which is why i really stress go check out the original artist on their platforms linked. WARNINGS: human!mordecai | situationship | fwbs | explicit sexual content | praise | doggy style | reverse cowgirl | squirting | vaginal fingering.

MORDECAI wasn’t always good at sex. When you first started out your little situationship with him, he had not impressed you with his skills in the sack. He made up for it in constant worship, and empty availability, essentially donated his flagpole of a cock for you to fuck yourself on whenever convenient. Even going as far as to make Rigby cover for him while he raced over to your place on work time. He’s still working off taking the golf cart for a personal call.

However, the longer this has gone on the better it got. Before when he’d beg you to do reverse cowgirl, you were hesitant because of your lack of view. You were used to doing most of the work by then, but he most enjoyed watching that pretty ass bounce on him. He’d wrap those long, ringed fingers around your ankles, stroking his thumb lovingly across your skin as he groans behind you.

Now that’s gotten more confident, he’ll make it worth your while. He’ll root his feet on the mattress so he can pick his pelvis up, juggling you on his hips as he fucks up into you. Your hair is corded around his palm—where he says it belongs—keeping your spine in a deep arch, just how he likes it.

Proving what a fan he is of hitting it from the back, doggy style is another favorite of his. He’s gotten exponentially more skilled on that one. Instead of plowing you with his rig and hoping for the best, he’s learned how to move you, and move with you. That hand places itself on your tailbone, bouncing you back, and letting your body spring you forth on its own. His lean and taut abdomen rolls as he fucks you, stroking your insides instead of ramming them. He learned the method from how well you responded when he ate you out, the motion of his tongue licking your hole taught him well, and you rewarded him with the hottest moan he’s ever heard and your claws dug deep in his faded dyed blue hair. Now he’s got it figured out, and by the way you’re yelling into his mattress, he’d say he’s doing a damn good job.

Like you want it, you’re backing up on him, meeting him halfway. The pace is set harder, slamming into you like you’re asking for while you writhe and clutch at his old and worn blanket. He goes for it, palming your head to shove your face further into the mattress, muffling you. The slightest change in angle transforms the sensation, and he starts fucking a limp body only interested in the way he’s hitting that pleasure spot over and over again. One of the reasons you liked Mordecai enough to hook up was his length because you’re into the pain. Now that’s gotten the hang of how to use it, you’re no better than a brainless doll, letting him fuck your hole like the expensive fleshlight he could never afford. Can’t beat the real thing anyway. Cunt gripping on him, tight and wet and sweet. He’s never had anything like it before, he fits in you like nothing else. “Taking it so good, can’t believe it. Can’t believe how fucking good you feel.” You can’t even respond, mindlessly babbling as he talks dirty to you.

When you start drying up from the harsh pace and his condom, he pulls out for your sake. You make a noise of disappointment but you’re satiated as soon as he hastily spits on your cunt. The gob slides down, and he spreads the moisture with three clumsy fingers, probing the entrance until he shoves them in. You jump with a cry, tensing under his touch but he doesn’t let up, banging his fingers inside you to coax that coveted release out of you. He knows exactly how to lure it out, he’s not trying to get you to cum. The familiar sting wells up in the pit of your stomach, screaming into his covers. Unconsciously you reach back to grab at him but he dodges you because he won’t let you get out of it. He wants his bed to smell like you.

Just like that you squirt, spraying him and dripping down his tense forearm. “Oh, fuck yeah, baby. There you go, fuck. Give it to me.” he encourages, plugging up your hole so it spills out from around him, over and over again, taking it from you while you bite hard into a bunch of blanket.

Tender, he extracts his fingers, having been held captive by your contracting pussy. Doesn’t matter that it’s sore and you’re coated in your own squirt and twitching, he feeds that long cock right back in to keep going.

[doberbutts]

I'm gunna put this one to bed immediately: both of them at this point have come out and said they are transgender and specifically one is trans masc and the other is trans fem (both afab). It is not anyone's place to speculate on the authenticity of their gender/s nor does it really matter in the long run. Being transgender does not inherently make you a good person.

Additionally Saint is being labeled violently anti-black due to a ridiculous game of callout telephone but essentially: he was deemed anti Aboriginal due to the omegaverse post and because many Aboriginal people consider themselves black (that blogger included), he was anti-black too. Then because of the Juneteenth post he was 'solidified' as anti-black and then when he was called out publicly for blocking two black bloggers that were harassing him about it, it became 'anti-black and not willing to listen to black people'. Which then became 'violently anti-black' as time went on.

Y'all. He was talking about omegaverse and venting that Biden's Juneteenth nod was not enough to count as reparations. Fucking seriously.

There is no other evidence that I can find. If there's more, supply it. Because this is otherwise a very stupid and petty personal dispute that got way out of hand when it should have ended within 24hrs of it beginning. Y'all are calling a vulnerable, mentally ill, latino trans masc a predator because he engaged in consensual sex practices that make you uncomfortable and because he used an acronym that unfortunately can be used as a racial slur when divorced from context. Tell me you don't see a problem with that.

I know all this shit and I don't even follow him. I've reblogged maybe like 5 of his posts. Sometimes he puts some things in tags I haunt and I go 'yeah I agree' and that's where it ends. As far as I'm aware I've never even talked to the guy directly. This is all shit I can just find when looking directly into these claims straight from the horse's mouth on his blog. This is why callout posts and guilt by association and guilt until proven innocent and using identity to decide innocence are all dangerous concepts. What the absolute fuck.

[kissme-hs]

Oooo what about a request where Chris and Reader are on their honeymoon? All the smut and the fluff 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

Omg yes!! Using the gif I just saw on my page :,)

Feedback and requests are appreciated. Feel free to reblog <3

Fem!Reader x Chris

*Smut warning ;)*

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The idea of loving someone never felt something you’d put your time into, and there’s no one to blame for it. You’ve always tried having a relationship but it never worked out. Giving up hope to find love and settle down with the one you carried on your life. The years were lonely until that one year which changed your life.The year universe stumbled you upon someone you never could’ve imagined giving you so much love that made your heart ache. Someone who always put your happiness before them. Someone who promised to hold your hand and never stepped back from their words.

For a lady, one of her biggest dream is to find a person who’d love her the most. Whom she can settle down with, get married to and start a family. Chris brought all the happiness in your life. He made sure you go to bed with a smile on your face and wake up with one.

Chris himself never had a good luck finding love. All his relationships where he saw himself growing old with the lady came crashing leaving him bruised and vulnerable. Sometimes the strongest of all need a shoulder to cry on. And when he gave up his hope—came you. Laughing and giggling. Filling up his life of frowns again with the wave of joy. And the moment he kissed you for the first time was the hour or realisation for Chris, how he never felt this strong feeling for someone before. He knew he had to marry you.

—

“Hey! Good morning honey”

Chris’s deep morning voice echoed the tiny world of yours stirring you up from your sleep. He tried being as soft as he could, as if he was forgetting that he meant to wake you up. One hand over your head laying straight while other on your belly, he stared at the lying woman in from on him. Hair all over the pillow, one shoulder of the t-shirt you stole from him and slipped on the night before now dangling down revealing your supple skin.

You were so imperfectly perfect he, it was hard for him to belive. How you just laid there resting peacefully with breath you took reminding him of how beautiful life is. His eyes glistening with pure affection as his heart swell with the feeling people call Love.

“Well good morning to you too husband, hard for you to be only one awake in the morning eh?”

You laughed rubbing the sleep away from your eyes. He laughed shaking his leaning closed to place a chaste kiss on your cheek shining diamond resting upon your ring finger caught his attention. The band was not just a piece of metal with a million dollar worth diamond but it was a bond of two souls. It was the promise he made to keep you safe. It was his promise of forever unconditional love to you.

Bringing your hand up to his lips he loves a soft kiss making your head turn. You knew how emotional and expressive Chris was. And you were also aware of the fact that your wedding unleashed a new sense of emotion for him. Tears brimmed up his eyes as you cupped his cheek turning on your side so you were directly facing him. Taking in the feeling of the soft skin of your palm on his bearded cheek, he turn his head pecking your hand.

“I’m so grateful for the life I’m living right now my love. So grateful. I can never be thankful enough for you.”

He whispered opening his eyes. The sun peeking through the windows of Italian villa you rented for your honeymoon, glorified his face. And those blue eyes you fell in love with shined with nothing but utter admiration he had for you.

The man looked soft, his 39 year self was lost amongt the teenager who looked for love and finally found it. His eyes were subtle and so was his breath. His lips waited for you to make a move and seal the morning with the kiss of life. And so you did. Raising yourself on elbow you held his face with your other hand, before attaching to your lips with his awaited ones.

There was not aggression, but passion and hunger. You straddled his lap keeping your mouth on his letting your tongue go on a stroll and explore his mouth. His wet tongue slipped in your mouth as he caught your lower lip between his teeth and pulled on them with the slightest tug. His once clam breath now took a turn and changed into soft groans and heavy breaths.

With one swift motion he wrapped his arm around your waist laying you down on your back and getting on top of you. With his now boner poking your lace panties you put on the night before thinking something sexy would happen only to go unnoticed because of how tired you both were now caught his eyes. Those blue soft eyes weren’t soft anymore, they were dilated filled with hunger.

“Gosh baby, look at that pretty thing you’ve got on” he groaned lowering himself on your belly kissing your skin through the fabric. He wasn’t gentle anymore. Chris knew when to be gentle and when to not. The lovemaking face of the honeymoon was finished few days ago when you asked him to fuck you rough—mercilessly.

“Smell so good doll. So fucking good.” He moaned sniffing your lace covered core as he threw his legs over his shoulder. His eyes never leaving your face as you plopped your on your elbows maintaining the eye contact knowing how much he enjoys seeing your body come crashing down with the pleasure only he is allowed to give you.

“Don’t tease husband.” You said biting your lip as a heavy breaths go out nose. The eagerness made Chris chuckle like a bastard as he pushed the panties aside exposing your slick—wet skin to the cold air. A shiver ran down your spine because of the sudden exposure to air but Chris quickly made up for it but licking a long stride over your heat. The feeling of his tongue making continuous small licks made your body shudder as your grabbed his fluffy bead hair.

The tight grip caused Chris to groan in a painful satisfying.

He sucked and slurped the juices of your core feasting like a hungry man who’s been thirsty for years. He rested his cheek on your left thigh—his mouth never leaving your sensitive area as he instered one finger in your opening, his other hand holding down on your belly massaging your tits here and there.

“Oh just right there baby, hmm add one more please” you mewled out of pleasure thrusting your hips further in his face. A deep laugh rumbled through his chest at your impatient self. And he didn’t need to be told twice. His closed eyes savoured your tastes as he added one more finger inside you stretching your walls deliciously. His now hard rock dick twitched with the feeling of your tight walls clean hung around his fingers leaving him to imagine how good they’re take his dick in.

“You gunna come for me yeah? Going to cum for your husband my doll? Gunna let me taste your sweetness?” He asked in his Boston accent bringing you to the edge as he pumped his fingers inside of you as he would do with his dick. He lifted his face to look at your scrunched features. Eyes closed, lips shaped “o”, hands over his kneading the breasts?—he swore he could’ve come just by looking at you but with the twisting coil in your belly you pushed his head down on your pussy again. He knew you were close, with you constantly closing your thigh and clenching your walls. Chris didn’t stop licking you. He wanted to savour as much as he could and not later than that you felt the wave hitting you as you let go of your self Cuming warmly on his spread out tongue.

Without waiting further Chris licked you clean making sure to take in every drop as if it was too precious to be wasted. After cleaning you up he pressed a last soft kiss on your clit and laid on top of you not caring if he was almost, almost crushing you. Raising one hand to rest on the back of his head you closed your eyes catching your breath as he did the same. Staying like that for a few minutes were too soothing. The room indeed smelled like sex and it only made him hard again.

“On your back now mister” you giggled flipping open and straddling his waist as you got rid of the t-shirt you had one.

“I love you goddamn”

“I love you too Chris” with a whisper went another round of pure filth.

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Hope you liked it!

[sagetsukimura]

I'm really feeling this.

(I went to add my two cents and ended up ranting and highjacking your post, sorry!if it's annoying lemme know and I'll delete!)

(Trump is not who I would ever want to vote for, but Biden and his staff have no clue how much they are pissing people off. 'appealing to the middle and right' >:( yeah right. He's losing his own base and a huge part of the middle because him and his staff are too chicken shit to call for a ceasefire. He has no clue how little it's gunna take for him to lose this election out of sheer spite. Lesser Evil indeed.)

My thoughts? I live in Utah, and Utah is.. weird. For all that it usually ends up very red in elections, Its policies regarding immigration are very Blue in the majority (not that some of them would say that our loud, but the finer points of Utah political identity is not something I'm up to dissecting at 11 at night) You turn up, don't commit felonies, and contribute to the community? Welcome. The number of times I've heard hard core conservatives ask about a situation, and then wave their hand and say 'as long as they pay taxes I don't care.' and move on? Maybe it's because of the Mormon Church and their history, or the number of missionaries sent to Mexico and South America; maybe it's the number of immigrants themselves who have ended up here, but a notable portion of the population of Utah understand what life in difficult circumstances is like. They GET why these people are aiming for America!

ICE actually wrote the governor (or someone else pretty high up state politics wise, I forget) cussing them out, and ultimately declared Utah a 'Sanctuary State', because they just don't report 'illegals'. They hardly hold them even when they end up at the station.

My 8th grade history teacher had one test that she required her students to pass; if you didn't pass by the end of the trimester, you had to take her class all over again. She made sure that every single kid in her class could pass the American Citizenship Test, because she believed that it was unfair to hold immigrants to a standard higher than the majority of its citizens could meet. Her own votes on the matter were lost in the shuffle, but making sure we valued the time and energy it took to pass that test was something she could make sure stuck with as many of us as possible.

From my experience, outside of the assholes who tend to pop up everywhere they aren't wanted, the general consensus in most of Utah is 'no felonies, no problem'.

I really wish more of the country embraced giving people the opportunity to come to America.

(So, American politics SUCK rn (always) but don't give up hope. I wonder if there's a Tumblr that tracks gofundmes for people looking to become citizens?

It might not feel like a small difference, the things we can do, but they could mean the world to someone else.

It'll be ok. It might take a longer time than it should, but they will.)

(reblog with any GoFundMe links, if you like.)

i know the only constant is the struggle, but i am so, so tired of struggling.

setting joe biden on fire with my mind for signing this new executive order, which will essentially make it illegal for people to claim asylum in the u.s. if they cross the border illegally.

[jiminthestreets-bonesinthesheets]

So Much for Movie Night

Title: So Much for Movie Night

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Destiel 

Rating: Teen 

Tags: fluff, and a little hint of almost smut

Summary:  The boys finally get a night off from hunting, and Sam's planned solo movie night unfortunately does not go at all how he had hoped it would.

A/N: And this ones for the lovely @thebridgekid <3

AO3

*** My works are not to be posted on any sites without my permission! But comments and reblogs are love! <3 Please and thanks!!

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     Finally! He thought to himself as he sat down on the couch, popcorn in hand, cold beer, and Netflix ready to go on the tv. It was the first night they'd been home for weeks. For the last month they had been neck deep in vamp nests, werewolf packs, djinns, and everything else in the book. They'd been jumping from state to state, motel to motel, case to case, and he was exhausted. But he would be damned if he was going to miss out on this perfect opportunity to finally watch that movie he had been dying to see. 

     He flipped through and found the movie he was looking for, and was just about to press play when his name being shouted through the halls of the Bunker had him sighing hard. 

     "Sammy?! Where are you?"

     Sam contemplated for a moment what would happen if he just ignored Dean, but he thought better of it and shouted back, "Here, Dean!"

     Two seconds later Dean was popping his head into the man cave. "Sam, what are you…" Dean eyed the popcorn and beer on the table, then looked over to the tv and saw Netflix ready to go, then turned back to Sam, "Are we having movie night?!"

     "I…" He was going to tell Dean no, we're not having movie night, I'm having movie night. All he had wanted was a quiet night to himself, but Dean just looked so excited so how could he say no, "Yeah, sure, come sit."

     "One sec, I'll go get Cas!"

     Sam didn't even try to protest as Dean hurried off through the halls. So much for watching the movie alone, but maybe a movie night with Dean and Cas wouldn't be so bad. 

     It wasn't too long before Dean and Cas came back and each had sat on either side of him on the couch. He may have let up and allowed them to join him for movie night, but he was not giving up his seat in the middle of the couch. 

     He played the movie, sitting back and settling in, Dean's hand instantly diving into the popcorn bowl on his lap. Popcorn flew everywhere, all over his pants and the couch, and it took all of his effort not to lose his patience. 

     "Dean, ease up." 

     "Sorry, man," he dove in for another handful of popcorn, "I'm so glad we're finally having a movie night!"

     "Yeah, me too," Sam tried to keep the annoyance out of his voice, and just hoped that this movie night didn't end up like all the others. Unfortunately, his hopes did not come true. 

     Not too long into the movie, the popcorn bowl was practically empty and Dean's hands had to find something else to keep them occupied, and that something else was Cas's hair. Dean had laid his arm across the back of the couch and was running his fingers through Cas's hair on the other side of Sam, all the while his arm kept bumping into the back of Sam's head very quickly annoying the crap out of him. But he kept his cool, shifted forwards a bit and kept his eyes on the screen. 

     Not too soon after that, Sam suddenly found himself fighting off both Dean and Cas's legs. The two of them had started trying to play footsie over top of his legs and now the three of them were a tangled mess no matter how he tried to move his legs to escape. Sam knew what he was doing, he knew exactly what Dean was up to and he was going to be damned if he let Dean win. This was his night, damnit, his one night to sit back and relax and that's exactly what he was going to do! 

     In one swift movement he trapped both Dean's and Cas's legs with his own and turned on the two of them, "Guys, stop. I wanna watch the movie, not the two of you flirting overtop of me." 

     He eyed them for a moment longer then slowly released their legs. They both pulled them back to their own sides of the couch, and Sam was finally able to sit back and watch the movie. 

     After Dean and Cas had finally settled down, they made it peacefully to the halfway point of the movie, and Sam was really starting to enjoy it. He was beginning to think that maybe they could make it the rest of the way without anymore incidents, but then of course, when do things ever go Sam's way. 

     Dean started to get restless again, not so much restless but more so the fact that he wanted to be next to Cas, not Sam. So he started doing what any brother would do, annoying the shit out of Sam so he would get up and move. It started with the occasional tug of Sam's hair that was spread out over the top of the couch, but Sam ignored it. He was not going to move. 

     When Dean realized that wasn't going to work, he started flicking the top of Sam's ear, his neck, his forehead. Sam tried his best to just watch the movie and not pay attention to Dean, but a well placed flick to Sam's cheek bone had him turning on the couch and grabbing Dean's outstretched arm. 

     "Dude!" Dean just grinned back at him, which made Sam even more mad. "If you two don't wanna watch the movie, then why don't you go to bed?"

     "Just switch spots with me."

     "No," Sam shook his head, standing his ground, "I'm not switching spots with you. I'm going to sit here and watch the end of this movie, and I want to do it in peace and quiet. Got it?"

     Sam let Dean's arm go and turned back to the movie, hoping that his little blow up would have put Dean in his place… of course not. 

     "So you're really not going to switch spots with me so I can sit beside my boyfriend?"

     "No, Dean," Sam rolled his eyes, "I'm not going to switch spots with you so you can sit beside your boyfriend and make out the whole time instead of watching the movie. If that's what you wanna do, then go to bed."

     Dean just huffed out his annoyance at his brother, then decided that if Sam wasn't gunna move then he'd just have to go around him. So that's exactly what he did. 

     He shuffled closer to Sam, got up on his knees on the couch, and leaned across the back of the couch behind Sam. He grabbed Cas and pulled him closer so he could get at his neck, and Sam was now sandwiched between the two of them. 

     "Guys, seriously," Sam barked out the warning, but it didn't do anything. In fact it did the exact opposite, Dean actually pushed closer to Cas, squishing Sam even tighter between them until finally he could not handle it anymore and jumped up off the couch. 

     "Fine! You win, have the couch!" And he walked over to angrily throw himself down in the armchair off to the side, watching as Dean giddily jumped across the couch and into Cas's open arm.     

     After Sam surrendered and gave the two of them the couch to themselves, exactly what he feared was going to happen, happened. He could see them out of the corner of his eye, not only that but he could hear them, which was making his blood boil to an all new level. Dean was snuggled up to Cas, kissing and sucking on his neck, and in Sam's opinion getting a little too into it for a common area. 

     But still, he tried his best to ignore them and not let them ruin his one and only night of freedom. He tried so hard to just focus on the movie, but it was becoming harder and harder.

     "Guys, come on," he groaned, leaning forward and running a hand down his face, "not only do I not wanna see you two making out on the couch, but I also really don't wanna hear it. Can I please, please just watch the rest of the movie?"

     Dean didn't say anything, didn't even lift his mouth off Cas's neck, just waved him off and kept going. Cas on the other hand looked towards Sam, and was about to say something when Dean shifted his weight more into Cas's lap and he groaned, turning his attention back to Dean.

     Sam rolled his eyes and leaned back in the chair. He knew what was coming, he knew he was not going to get to finish this movie, he was going to explode and Dean was going to get his way. And that's exactly what happened when Dean suddenly let out a very loud moan, and Sam turned just in time to see Cas grab Dean by the thighs, and flip their positions so that he was now on top, settled between Dean's legs and sucking on Dean's neck. Dean's hands then wandered down Cas's back to his ass, he pulled him closer then wrapped his legs tightly around Cas's waist to pull him flush against himself, and Cas let out a quietly groaned, "Oh, Dean." But it was loud enough for Sam to hear, and that was the last straw. 

     When Cas groaned and very obviously ground down into Dean, Sam stood up so fast he knocked what was left of the popcorn all over the floor and knocked over a beer on the table. He jumped forwards to grab it before it spilled everywhere, throwing napkins at it as he yelled, "Okay!" And Dean and Cas both stopped and looked up to him, "I've had enough! All I wanted to do was sit down, relax and watch a movie in peace. I didn't mind that you guys wanted to join, I was a little miffed at first but I decided to just deal with it, because when was the last time we had a full night to ourselves in the Bunker without having to worry about some monster at our heels. And now I've missed most of the movie because I've spent all of it trying to ignore the two of you and your raging equivalent of teenage hormones. This is the first night we have been home in I don't know how long, and who knows when we'll have to leave again. It could be tomorrow for all we know, but it doesn't matter anyways cuz my night is already ruined. And look, don't get me wrong, I'm super happy for you guys, but could you not have kept your hands off each other for two damn hours so I could watch a damn movie?! You know what, forget it, have the couch, have the room, I'm going to bed."

     They watched Sam storm off out of the room, Dean giving a little triumphant smile at winning his battle, then turned back to Cas to start kissing his neck again. 

     "You should go deal with that, Dean," he said, but still tilted his head to give Dean better access, "go talk to your brother, then we should both apologize for being rude."

     "Yeah, or…" And Dean lifted his hips up to grind mercilessly into Cas, the two of them moaning together, panting slightly now, "We can give him some time to cool off, finish this, and then go talk to him later "

     Just to drive his point home he lifted his hips to grind against Cas once more. He could feel Cas's arms shaking where they were placed beside his head, holding him up. And Cas let his head fall into the crook of Dean's neck, letting out another moan that shook Dean to his core as he did it again. 

     "Yeah," Cas panted into Dean's ear, "that sounds like a better plan. Let's finish this first."

     Quick hands made work of removing clothes as fast as they could, roaming already hot bodies and squeezing delicious moans out of Dean that has Cas swimming in ecstasy above him. Yeah, Sam would be fine for now.

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A/N: Hope y’all liked it XD

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Words On My Skin Chapter 30

Bucky Barnes X Reader (Soulmate AU)

A/N: I guess it takes a quarantine and deadly virus for me to start writing again, huh? LOL! TAGS WILL BE REBLOGGED ON THIS EVENTUALLY! I have like... a whole year of tag requests to sort through! So... Sorry LOL

Warnings: Be gentle... I’m rusty at writing lol

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Y/n: I'm on my way back! Happy is driving me! I'll tell you the details when I get home! I got you a surprise! <3

Bucky: I'm in the room, doing paperwork. Steal one of Steve's granola bars for me, please and thank you and I love you.

Y/n: I'm not taking the fall again if he catches me!

Bucky: He's out with that one blonde chick we don't like.

Y/n: Ew. Why???

Bucky: Why do you think?

Y/n: Ew. She looks like she has crotch crickets. Plus she was a bitch to me last time she was here. I tried to be nice. I think she's in it for his fame... and the D.

Bucky: ...that's disgusting.

Y/n: I'm making him an appointment for an STD check.

Bucky: He's going to kill you.

Y/n: He'll thank me when his dick doesn't fall off

Bucky: He's going to make you do more cardio.

Y/n: ...Okay, yeah, I'll just let his dick fall off. LOL fuck cardio

Bucky: You seemed to enjoy last night's cardio. ;)

Y/n: That was more like naked yoga... with a happy ending! Totally different!

Bucky: We can do naked yoga anytime you want.

Y/n: I'll take naked yoga over cardio all day every day

Bucky: All day every day? ;)

Y/n: Shut up, fool. <3

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Placing your phone back into your purse, you stared out the window, watching the busy streets blend into trees and snow. Stupid snow. You were lost in your own head, thinking about the meeting with your parents. Which had gone... surprisingly well.

Your mother was fairly civil to you - as well as the waitstaff - and your father actually had a serious conversation with you.

It was one of the weirdest days of your life... and you lived with a bunch of superheroes.

Seeing your parents like this, after so many years of loathing, arguing, controlling... You weren't sure where your relationship stood.

Though, it was nice to gain at least a little clarification and get everything out in the open.

They'd apologized for the way they treated you in your youth, as well as the way they treated Bucky. You'd apologized for all the shit you'd said to them before you'd moved away, as well as keeping them pushed away in your adult years. The excuses your mother had for acting like a controlling robot were just... sad. She talked about how your grandmother treated her the same - if not worse. She was the way she was because she wanted you to be better than her. No wonder you've never actually met your grandparents in person. Your mother hated her parents. Almost as much as you'd hated yours... until now.

Now... You just had sympathy. Not that it excused any of the behaviors over the years, but you understood now.

It seemed as if she'd convinced herself that the way that she raised you made you the positive person that you were, today. Which was true to some extent. It was recovering from the way you were raised that made you the person you were today. You may have been comfortable with money, but money wasn't everything behind closed doors. Money didn't solve the problems that you'd dealt with in your youth. In fact, it was living the stereotype of a rich family that had caused the majority of your problems. It was the cold, brash emotions modeled by your parents that made you want to be different. The controlled diets, the need to hide emotions and compartmentalize, the forced dating, the fights, the lying, the fake public image... it was dealing with those things after you'd escaped it that made you the person you are today.

Personal growth, and all that jazz.

After the emotional bit of the dinner, you'd actually enjoyed yourself. Your parents asked you about your job, the first day you met Bucky, college, your friends, and everything else they hadn't been a part of for the last decade or so.

They told you about their trip to Paris, where your mother had tripped over a crack in the pavement and they spent half the day in the emergency room so she could get stitches. They told you about how they got their entire office to donate a large sum of money to Bucky's charity that he had been running. They told you about the day that they realized that they needed a change of scenery from California.

It was almost... normal.

If you even knew what normal was.

"Y/n?" You heard Happy's muffled voice, followed by a light tapping on the cool window. He hadn't opened the car door, because your head was leaned against it. "You ready to rock and roll?"

"You're such a dad." You giggled, grabbing your purse and leftovers as he opened the door for you, "Speaking of dads, are you going to become Peter's step-"

"I DON'T-" He paused, taking a breath through his nose and blowing it out of his mouth, "I don't want to talk about that."

"Happy and Mae, sitting in a tree..." You sang, grinning as you skipped past him, "K-I-S-S-I-N-G."

"You're such a child." He rolled his eyes, slamming your door closed and walking to the driver's door.

"You love me, anyways." You pulled open the front door to the compound, leaving Happy to bring the car over to the garage.

You removed your coat the moment you stepped into the heated building, throwing it over your arm and hiding the bag of leftovers and Bucky's surprise. Glancing around, you saw the lobby was nearly empty, save for a few agents using the lobby to cut to the other wing.

Glancing over to the front desk, a grin spread over your face as you took in the sight in front of you.

Caleb was snoring loudly, mouth hanging open, head tipped back, and his feet up on the desk. The book you'd given him for his birthday was open, resting on his stomach like he had fallen asleep reading in his chair.

"FRIDAY, can you please do me a favor and record this please?" You whispered into your watch, sneaking over to the sleeping agent. "Send it to my tablet when it's done."

You were glad you wore flats instead of heels, so your shoes made no noise against the hard floors as you snuck behind the desk. You kept out of swinging distance, grabbing a clipboard off his desk and readying yourself for whatever happened.

"CALEB, WAKE UP!" You screamed loudly, slamming the clipboard repeatedly on the desk. "CALEB, THE SKY IS FALLING!"

He let out a loud shout, limbs flailing around, and chair tipping backwards. "I WASN'T SLEEPING." The obnoxious laugh you let out made his face scrunch up in confusion from the floor, "Y/n?" He glanced around, springing up gracefully and surveying the empty lobby before sending you a glare, "Rude."

You couldn't reply, leaning against the desk and tossing the clipboard in front of him, hysterical laughter echoing through the nearly-empty lobby. "I- You- Oh- Dying." You wheezed, trying to calm your laughter before you peed yourself, wiping the tears from under your eyes, "Oh my god."

"I'm glad my fear brings you such joy, you awful human being." Caleb grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back in his chair, "I hate you so much right now."

"I brought you dessert." You replied, finally able to pull your shit together, grabbing a box out of the big bag you were carrying. "It's chocolate and peanut butter cheesecake."

"I hate you less, now. You are forgiven." He lunged forward, a large smile on his face. "Gimme', gimme', gimme'."

You handed him the box, shaking your head and glancing at your watch, "I'm beat. I'm gunna' head up."

"Your soulmate is an asshole, by the way." Caleb informed you, mouth full of cheesecake, "He kept telling me he's going to get Claire an obscene amount of slime for Christmas." He glanced up at you with narrow eyes, "I'll hurt all of you if you get her slime, or anything else with loose glitter. My kitchen table is ruined."

"I cannot confirm nor deny that we got her slime for christmas." You shouted, jogging towards the elevator. "Love youuuuu."

"Fuck youuuuu." He sang back at you, as you disappeared from sight.

"My floor, please, FRIDAY." You requested as the doors to the elevator opened and you got in, "Is Bucky in his room?"

"Yes, Ma'am." FRIDAY replied.

Leaning against the wall, you inhaled deeply through your nose - trying to dispel any weird feelings in your gut. Ever since you'd left dinner with your parents, your shoulders felt lighter... but there was a sense of unease in your belly. You'd never expected in a million years that you'd actually have a relationship with your parents where they communicated with you in a semi-healthy way.

Was this real life?

Honestly, it felt like you were in a simulation or something.

Nothing felt normal anymore.

When the lift doors opened, a wave of delicious smells hit your nose - and you followed the scent to the kitchen, calling out, "Who's cooking delicious-smelling food?"

"That'd be me." Sam called, head in the fridge as he searched for something in the back, "Where the fuck did my strawberries go?"

"That'd be your not-so-little buddy Steve." You chuckled, watching as Sam glared at the fridge before moving back to the stove in a huff. It was actually Bucky, but you weren't about to snitch on your soulmate. "What are you making?"

"God dammit." He grumbled, stirring whatever was in the giant pot, "I'm getting a mini fridge in my room. This 'sharing' business is pissing me off."

"Sam. Food."

He turned to you with a grin, "Momma Wilson's famous lasagna soup."

"They make lasagna in soup form?" You frowned, walking over to the stove to inspect, confirming the fact that he had - indeed - made soup out of lasagna ingredients. It was confirmed by the broken-up lasagna noodles floating up to the surface, and the red sauce littered with spices. God, that smelled good... "Where'd your mom come up with this, and can I have the recipe?"

"Nope. Special made by only me." He shook his head, shooing you away with the spoon. "Go away. You already ate."

There goes getting the granola bar... Sam would totally snitch.

"Save me some for later?" You stuck out your lip in a pout, giving him your best innocent face.

He rolled his eyes, turning away from you and stirring his soup, "We'll see."

You giggled, turning away and walking towards the living quarters with a pep in your step, "I appreciate you."

"Yeah, yeah." You heard him grumble, "Since you do my paperwork..."

"And I do a fabulous job!" You called in sing-song, rounding the corner into the hallway and feeling giddy about bringing Bucky his surprise.

He'd been talking about how he'd been craving French Silk Pie, and you just so happened to spot a few slices left at the restaurant. The manager had recognized you from the photo of you and Bucky at the sushi restaurant and seeing you in that interview, and had offered to slip in a few extra slices of pie for next to nothing... so you'd taken a page from Bucky's book and tipped the staff an obscene amount.

Bucky was going to shit when he saw how many pieces of pie you were coming back with.

"FRIDAY can you unlock the door for me, please?" You called out quietly, listening to the door click as it unlocked. "Thank you." As you pushed open the door, you spotted your handsome soulmate sitting at his desk, sharpening a knife carefully. "You planning on murdering me with that, or what?"

"Ha-Ha. Very funny." He deadpanned, eyes trained on the knife as he examined it, "If I was going to murder you, stabbing you to death would be too messy."

"Comforting." You chuckled, shutting the door behind you and hanging your coat on the back of the door and laying the plastic bag full of food on his bed. You reached behind you to unzip your dress, heading over to his closet to grab a shirt to lounge around in. "I buy you a delicious treat, and you plot my murder."

"If it makes you feel better, I'm also looking at files for the new recruits." He replied, voice sounding really far away. "Jennings looks promising."

You frowned, pulling his shirt over your head. Trying to feel him out through the bond. He seemed... neutral. It was weird. Not upset, but also not happy. Peeking around the corner, trying to be sneaky, you watched him as he read through another recruit file flipping the knife around skillfully. He didn't look tense. He also didn't look like he was concentrating on the file, either.

"Why are you staring at me?" He asked suddenly, not turning around. His hair looked messy, like he'd been running his hand through it.

"Why are you being weird?" You asked, walking over to the bed and grabbing one of the small to-go boxes out of the bag. Setting it on his desk with a plastic fork, you leaned down and wrapped your arms around him from behind - resting your chin on his shoulder. "I got you french silk pie."

He turned his head, pressing a small kiss on your bare arm. "Thanks, sweetheart."

You didn't think you could frown any further, but you were wrong.

He was totally being weird.

"Okay, okay." You moved away from him, sitting on the edge of his bed and grabbing one of the pie slices. "What's wrong with you? What are you hiding from me? You're too... neutral."

"Nothing's wrong with me." He replied, not turning around. "I'm not hiding anything."

Bullshit!

"Lies." You sang out, digging into your piece of pie. "Can't bullshit a bullshitter. Especially when she's connected to you emotionally through a magical soulmate bond." You shoved a bite into your mouth, realizing that you'd grabbed one of the apple pie slices. A pang of annoyance nudged you in the chest, and you rolled your eyes, "You can be annoyed all you want, but that's not telling me what's up with you."

He sighed, leaning his head back for a moment, before spinning around in his chair and giving you a look of annoyance. "If I tell you, will you let up?"

"Maybe." You smirked, taking another bite of pie.

"I..." He looked down, picking at one of the plates in his hand - a nervous tick. "I talked to Tony, today."

Oh.

Oh shit.

You hoped it was a productive conversation. It had to have been, if Bucky wasn't upset. Then again, he was attempting to hide his feelings from you. Maybe it wasn't, and he didn't want to tell you?

You set your dessert down on the bed, leaning forward in interest, "And...?"

"He..." Bucky cleared his throat, not looking at you. "He wants to have us see Dr. Collins." He finally looked up at you, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Together."

You smiled, relief washing through you. This was good. If they saw Dr. Collins together, they might get to the root of their issues in a positive way that didn't include destroying the building... one can hope.

So why did Bucky look like someone pissed in his coffee?

"This is good, right?" You asked, confused. "Progress?"

"Yeah." He mumbled, looking back down at the dark, metal plates in his hand. "I guess."

"But...?"

"But-" His leg started bouncing up and down, and you could feel the nervous energy outside of the bond. "I'm a little... afraid about..." He sighed, shaking his head and closing his beautiful blue eyes, "I don't know. Doing all this-" He seemed to be struggling for the right words. "-opening up."

You nodded along as he paused, waiting for him to continue.

"What if... what if he still hates me in the end?" He rushed out, leg still bouncing. "I'm just... I'm so sick of people hating me for something I did when I was... him." He stood up, beginning to pace back and forth, and you had a feeling that he was about to explode. "I'm trying so hard. SO HARD. I..." He stopped, rubbing his hands over his face in frustration. "I just... I hate what he did. I hate this. I don't want to go through all of this just for Tony to still hate me in the end."

He sat back down in his chair, hand running through his growing hair and leaning his elbows on his knees, "I'm just... I don't like this nervous feeling. That's why I was trying to hide my feelings. Because... I don't want to feel them." He looks back up at you, blue eyes full of sadness that hurt your heart. "Sometimes I feel like it's easier being him. He doesn't feel anything, and I barely remember half the shit he did."

"Bucky..." You sighed, standing up and moving to sit on his lap, wrapping your arms around his middle and leaning the side of your head against his shoulder. "It's understandable that you don't want to feel the hard feelings. They suck ass." He snorted at your words, arms wrapping around you, but you kept going, "But you're human. Even if you're a supersoldier with some crazy serum running through your veins, you're human. Feelings make you human. Feelings make you Bucky, instead of him." You looked up at him, as his arms tightened around you. "I'm not going to pretend I'm Dr. Collins and say something irritatingly profound, but... I think you know exactly what Dr. Collins would say."

"Yeah, yeah, I know." He sighed, pressing his face into the top of your head - warm breath sending a shiver down your spine. "He's annoying."

"He may be annoying, but he knows what's up." You chuckled, turning your head so you were looking into his icy eyes, "You know I love you, right?"

"Yeah, I know." He smiled, crinkles forming at the corners of his eyes, "I love you, too."

Shifting around, you moved so your arms were wrapped around his shoulders and your face was level with his, "I brought you french silk pie."

"You spoil me." He grinned, arms around your middle, "How'd your dinner with your parents go?"

You grimaced, rolling your eyes, "It was weird. It kind of feels like those two hours were a dream. I don't believe that my parents actually had a real conversation with me." He raised an eyebrow at you and you huffed out a sigh, "Yeah. Yeah. I'm happy. I'm glad that we can finally talk, but... it's just weird. I don't really know how to process it."

"Finally going to be one big, happy family, huh?" He laughed, poking you in the side. "Like The Brady Bunch?"

"First of all, when the hell did you have time to watch The Brady Bunch without me?" You narrowed your eyes at him, raising a brow in question, "Second of all, there's only three of us."

"I didn't watch it," He rolled his eyes, shaking his head at you before standing and setting you on the bed, turning around and grabbing his container of pie, "I read about it."

"STOP DOING THAT!!" You whined in annoyance, throwing a chunk of your apple pie at him. Oh my god, if he kept fucking doing that... "You need to actually watch these things! Stop reading the plot on Wikipedia! It's not the same!"

"I read faster than I watch!" He took a huge bite of his pie, crumbs falling onto the floor. "I can read the plot in a fourth of the time it would take to watch the whole thing." After another obnoxiously large bite of his pie, he set the container back on the desk, moving towards the bed, "If I try and catch up on all the shows and movies I missed over the last century, I'll be biologically ninety before I'm caught up."

As he moved the bag of containers to the floor, you held the slice of apple pie closer to your chest, "I'm not sharing my pie." You took another bite of the sweet pie, the taste of cinnamon on your tongue. He kept moving closer, and you turned your body away from him holding the pie away from him, "NO! You can't have my pie! You have your own!"

"If you don't put it on the nightstand it's going to be in the bed." He warned, an evil look in his eye. "I'm giving you three seconds."

You yelped, attempting to scarf down the obscenely large and sweet piece of pie as fast as you could.

"Three."

You scrambled away from him, but his arm wrapped around your middle as you continued to shovel the food in your face.

"Two."

"NO!!! I'm TRYING!" You giggled, tossing the fork onto the floor, but unable to reach the nightstand with the container full of whipped cream and a large chunk of pie still sticking in the container. You shrieked out a laugh as he tackled you into the bed, the slice of pie completely smearing all over your face and hair. "BUCKY!!"

"One."

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Part 31 ...coming soon to a Tumblr near you.

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List five things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box of the last ten people who reblogged something from you. Spread the positivity ✨💛🌻

gunna take different ones this time, hang on

chocolate. because chocolate.

i went through old sketches today and some were really cute/nice and stuff, but also the shitty ones are a great comparison to how i improved, it's just overall fun

my violin. she's beautiful. she's the best out there. it was love at first sight and she continues to be absolutely amazing.

you ever had someone follow you that you looked up to? yeah. happened twice, i still slightly freak out when i think about lmao. i'm one dramatic biscuit

lord of the rings. because LORD OF THE RINGS. i'm talking about the books tho, because while i love the films i can write essays on what the got wrong or left out. the books tho. they're AMAZING. there is SO MUCH WORLDBUILDING in every other sentence and- maybe don't let me go there, i won't stop lol

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"Baby, we're going to have our own family!"

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Also this was supposed to be really short, like just about 700 words but I couldn’t help it!

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"H, are you sure you want to go to the doctors with me?", you asked your husband for the third time in the last 30 minutes.

"Baby stop doing that!", furrowing his eyebrows as he looks at you accusingly - talking about how you're asking him that question again and about your food as you toy it around your plate using your fork.

Earlier after he woke up, Harry made sure that your day starts off as great as possible. He's so giddy. He knows that this day is going to be wonderful. He can just feel it - and so he made sure to wake you up with his kisses and a huge variety of healthy breakfast.

By "huge variety of healthy breakfast", that meant different slices of fresh fruits and organic vegetables, whole-wheat bread, cereals, yogurt, scrambled eggs, bacon (your absolute favorite and he cannot forget to add that), freshly squeezed orange juice, fresh cow milk, and mixed nuts.

He really went all the way with your meal and you're really thankful for that. 2 months ago, you would think that the two of you can't finish all of this food in just one sitting but how wrong could you be? Harry ate a lot but you're kind of having almost the same portion as him, not that he minds, he wants to keep you as healthy as possible for the baby on the way even though you told him that you're not certain about it just yet.

He made sure to talk to the hotel's head chef just to prepare your breakfast and strictly said "just the best and freshest once for my wife and make sure not to add any preservatives, just all-natural", and that's how you got here.

He even insisted on not ordering a coffee for you. You LOVE your morning coffee but H said that it's not good for your heart - which is true. You think he's being kind of dramatic and overprotective but you like it a lot.

It seems like everything he does is way too great; hormones. But it's not like you're gonna admit it to him anyway, it'll boost his ego more, your husband is narcissistic.

"Babe, babeeee, baby??!", you came back into reality. You didn't even notice that Harry has been snapping his fingers in front of your eyes.

"Sorry, just got ca-"

"Too caught up in my handsome looks, huh?", your husband winks at you, he always teases you!

You just rolled your eyes at his antics, "course not!", you said defensively. "Was just thinking! Plus, I wasn't even staring at you!"

"Yeah sure lovie. What's on that pretty little head of yours, hmm?", he leaned his elbows on the table and put his head on his hand.

"Just thinking 'bout how you took my morning coffee away and thinking 'bout what my lunch's gonna be."

"Stop bein' grumpy", he just chuckled at your answer, knowing your sarcasm really well, "just finish your breakfast so we can leave. Already called the clinic for our appointment. It's at 10 a.m., I don't wanna be late.", he just continued eating his part but you're the exact opposite - you froze.

"You what?"

"What? Said finish your food... and that I booked our appointment...?", he asked uncertainty. He's really confused right now and you are too! You're not even sure why you're confused, you just are. Maybe over the fact that H is so excited about this and you might not even be pregnant.

Of course, you're happy with how he's acting. You're just worried that this might just be a false alarm and it will crush him so much.

"Why did you?", you looked down at your plate then quickly stuffing your mouth with the rest of your food while Harry answered.

"Just wanna be the best dad and husband you could ever ask for", he sounds sad, he really thought that you would be happy, you already talked about going to the doctors last night anyways!

"Okay.", you shortly replied and stood up to your seat rounding the table. Harry felt his chest tightening - too much - he thought, until he felt your arms around his neck from behind and tucking your face on his neck. He quickly interlaced your fingers with his.

"I love you", you quietly whispered to his right ear. "You don't know how much this means to me, you're already the best, gunna be the best dad.", you pressed a kiss on his neck. "I just don't want you to get hurt if I'm not pregnant.", your voice seemed to get quieter with each word.

Harry just stood up from his seat and faced you, "whatever happens, we're going to be okay, alright? If we're not pregnant then it's fine, I'm not going to lie and say that I won't be affected by it because I know I will be, but let's always keep in mind that God already has better plans for us, okay?", he leaned in to kiss your forehead.

You just squeezed your face in his shirt, "I'm scared of another heartbreak. I really want this with you.", you said and Harry felt his shirt getting damp.

"Nothing's going to change. I'll still love you more than ever and will always be here to take care of you", he's now whispering while wiping your tears. Everything about this is so intimate. "I love you too, so much Y/N", with that, more tears fall as you kissed him like your life depends on it.

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"Patient 104, the doctor is ready to see you.", you heard the nurse called your number.

With shaking limbs, you managed to stand up and walk to the doctor's office while Harry assisted you.

"Mister and missus Styles! It's so nice to meet you in person! I'm Doctor Amelia Welsh, just Doc Amy", your doctor looks friendly and it eased you a bit.

"Harry", your husband shook the doctor's hand then slowly turned to you, "and this is my wife, Y/N.", you smiled as you shook her hand.

"Such a lovely couple! Anyway, you called last night, right Harry?", Doctor Amy asked as she sat on her spinning chair while you and Harry take a seat on the opposite side of her table.

"I did, yes. We wanted to have a check-up on my wife", your husband did all the talking, you know he can sense your nervousness.

You're eyes slowly observed the clinic. It almost looked identical to yours, with the office table on the middle and a medical bed on the far left side of the office and a rack full of different medical supplies, the only difference is that your clinic has so many baby pictures and toys for your patients to play around with.

"Okay, so what seems to be the problem? I already got a hold of your medical records, Mrs. Styles, or should I call you Doctor Styles too?", Doctor Amy joked and it made you chuckle a bit.

"I'm a patient right now so I'll just stick with Mrs. Styles", you felt Harry squeezed your hand that he's holding and you smiled to yourself. He always loves it when you claim your self as "Mrs. Styles". He said it makes him all warm and fuzzy and makes him just wanna love on you all day, every day.

"Why don't you tell me what's wrong."

"Ummm okay, so I've been eating a lot - more than usual, it can be because of stress since I'm a stress - eater...", you took a deep breath and look at Harry then back at her, "also I've been feeling nauseated and often having sickness, but in the afternoon not morning so I thought it might be my eyesight."

"Hmm okay please continue", the Doctor continues jotting down on her note pad at a fast pace, you understand it tho, you do the same stuff every day.

"I'm more often bloated than not but this one's different, my abdomen looks bigger than usual..."

"When was the last time you had your period? I know your period is irregular but I still need to know", the doctor pulled her glasses down on the bridge of her nose.

"I think it was November...", you're really not sure, you gave up on tracking your period when it downed to you that your period is never gonna be regular at all.

"Last time you had sexual intercourse?", your face feels hot but you know that these kind of questions are relevant, on your side you can see Harry's ears become reddish.

As if your husband can sense that you're not going to answer that question, he stepped up even though he's shy about it, "last night."

It's not that the two of you are embarrassed about your sex life, it's the opposite actually, you just want to keep it private.

Doctor Welsh just smiled at both of your embarrassment, "well how long had you been feeling this? Did you took a pregnancy test?", she looked back down and continued scribbling.

"Just this January, I never really paid much attention, and I did, a couple of weeks ago, 12 positives and 3 negatives."

"Okay well, why don't we take a look? You can change into this gown and lay in there", she said giving you the gown and pointing at the bed on her clinic, "I'll be back in a few."

You looked at Harry and as if he can hear the voices inside your head, he pulled you into him and kissed your cheek, "we'll be alright", he smiled at you but you can tell that he's really nervous too.

You both are, this is the break it or make it time of your lives. You're not sure if you're ready for it but you shook your thoughts out of your mind and changed into the gown and went to the bed, Harry hot on your heels, quickly took a seat beside the bed and held your right hand.

"I love you", he whispered, he thinks he's as nervous as the first time he auditioned on the X-Factor, when he asked you to become his girlfriend, or when he asked you to become his wife, all combined.

"I love you too", you kissed his knuckles as he smiled at you.

It didn't take long for the doctor to come back.

"Ready?", she asked and you nodded. She set the machine up and made sure you're comfortable before putting the gel on your tummy.

Nobody dared to make a sound and you never dare to look anywhere besides Harry's eyes as he presses his lips on your palm.

"Okay...", you hear the doctor mumbled that made you whip your head up to her.

You looked at the monitor and saw it, there's a heartbeat. You knew what exactly it was but your husband doesn't since he never accompanied someone to an ultrasound appointment before.

And then the silent room heard it, the heartbeat.

"Wa- was that...", Harry slowly looked at you with red eyes.

"Yes", you whispered while nodding your head.

This is it.

"Oh wait", the doctor said suddenly, you froze, this can't be happening! There's nothing wrong with anything! Everything is fine!

You never dared to look at the monitor and Harry too, much too scared of hearing the next words that will come out of the doctor's mouth.

You're finally pregnant and you're going to love your child with everything you have and you just hope there's nothing wrong with your baby.

"What was it?", Harry asked in a croaked voice, still not looking up.

"Well, I'm seeing... not one, but two heartbeats!"

Both of your heads snapped back at the monitor and there you see it! From a different angle are two little heartbeats, two blips, two fetuses, two babies in the future!

You almost felt your heart stop from so much happiness!

"Congrats you're having twins! You're about 8 weeks pregnant!", Doctor Amy rejoiced but you still cannot move, neither can Harry until...

"I- oh my God! Is this real?! Is this really happening?! Oh God Oh God Oh God!", Harry jumped from his seat covering his face with his hands.

"Baby, we're going to have our own family!", H crouched down next to your bed while slowly kissing your nose and that's when it finally sunk in! You're pregnant! And with twins! This is more than you could ever ask for!

You're nodding your head repeatedly with tears running to your cheeks rapidly while Harry tried to catch everything.

"Happy, I'm so so happy, H."

"Me too my love, me too... twins?! I- thank you so much baby, you're so wonderful to me and I-", you didn't let him finish talking as you kissed him, not caring if the doctor is still in the room.

After you pulled away, you only smiled at him and pecked his lips once again. Harry helped you clean up the gel on your tummy and go back to your seat earlier, the doctor is already there typing on her computer.

"Congratulations again! Twins are hefty but I'm sure you can both handle it!", you thanked her and proceeded to talk about the pregnancy.

"I'm assuming you already know what to expect, what to do, and not to do, and what to eat mostly, yes? Hopefully, you didn't consume any alcoholic drinks during the last at least 10 weeks and no birth control at all", Amy asked.

"We do know, yes. And no, I didn't drink, and no, none at all.", you're smiling so big, mirroring H.

"Well then, there's really not much to discuss other than your next ultrasound. You two would be great parents! Do you have any questions?"

"Not for now, I think...", and Harry agrees with you.

"If you do then don't think twice of calling me. I'll print the pictures and have my assistant help you with the next appointment if you need to be transferred to another country then let her know, I'll have her recommend you on my pals", the doctor smiled and almost left the room but...

"Can you make it 5 copies?", H asked suddenly.

The doctor looked back and laughed, "of course, you'll just gonna need to pay extra on your way out", she replied.

"That's won't be a problem, just make it 5 please!", Harry looks and sounds like a child asking for another cookie.

"It's settled!", with that, the doctor finally left the room.

The silence is really comfortable as you change back into your normal clothes.

"H, why 5 copies? We don't need that much!", you laughed as you slowly approached your husband to leave the room.

He only smiled and simply answered, "one for you, one for me, one for your parents, one for mines, then one for their album - I'm getting it enlarged and framed."

You just melted as his answer so you just hugged him tight, “I’m having your baby, and it is your business”, you joked and he laughed, exchanging "I love you's".

---

You're back at the car now, looking at the ultrasound pictures. You can see on your peripheral vision how big Harry is grinning.

He faced you and lifted up your shirt, the car still in the parking lot of the hospital. Thank God you managed to be discreet as possible, not seeing any paps insight.

"Hello bundles!", he greeted your tummy with a kiss.

"See, I know you're both there, daddy can sense it. Can't wait to hold you both and protect you from the world", he looked up at you. "Please don't give mummy a hard time, especially now that there's two of you and daddy's gonna be away a lot, but I promise to be there while you two bake in there as much as possible!", he kissed your tummy once more and pulled down your shirt.

You can't help but grin at him, "bundles? And bake?", you asked your husband while laughing, your shoulders shaking from how many laughs you're producing.

"Bundles, they're two, that's what you call it baby! Like the buy one take one thing on the store, bundles! And bake cause they're a bun in the oven, your tummy's the oven and they're the buns! Bundle buns!", he looks so excited while explaining his shenanigans to you.

You face palmed yourself but can't help but to fall in love with him more, if that's possible.

"Know what baby? Let's just get lunch, yeah?", he only nod but he didn't find your response offensive.

You secretly loved his terms "bundles" and "bake", it makes your heart warm.

"What're you all craving, tell daddy!", you slapped his arms at his double meaning!

You answered either way, "we want pasta, daddy!", then winked at him.

"If pasta is what my babies want then pasta is what we'll get!", his hands found your lap to hold your hand but yours isn't there.

He then looked at you holding your tummy with a fond smile on your face and he joined your hands with his, both of you caressing your babies.

"32 weeks baby, 32 weeks.", you said to H and he smiled at you, looking back on the road.

"I'm already thinking of getting us a customized Gucci family clothes for when they arrive!", H cheekily said to you but you know he's not kidding so you just agreed along with him.

You know you're gonna love this pregnancy already. Not only you got one, but two babies! You're more blessed than ever! Plus, you're sure that Harry's going to be giving you everything you crave for! Midnight ice cream sessions, here we come!

_____

[alliecatstrophe]

Rules: Answer the questions and tag some folks, if you’re up to it!

i got tagged by @agendratum! wow! it’s been so long since I got one of these

Name: Allie

Gender: Cisgirl (questioning?? lol)

Star sign: despite popular belief that i’m an aries, i am indeed a cancer

Height: 5′1″ at best. shut up.

Time: 12:22 PM. I just woke up

Birthday: Same day that gay marriage got legalized in America. You figure it out.

Favorite bands: Uhmm I actually don’t have favorites really. I’m constantly cycling but I guess Fall Out Boy and Dance with the Dead?

Favorite solo artists: Gunna be real I don’t listen to many of those, idk, Halsey

Last movie: Last NEW movie? Klaus. Last movie I watched period was Easy A

Last show: Last New show was Critical Role, last show I physically watched was Derry Girls

When did I create this blog: This blog was made in 2016 probably, but I’ve been on tumblr through various accounts since 2011

What I post: A whole lotta shit. Atm I think it’s mostly The Untamed and tiktoks?? With some sprinkling of Reddie and Critical Role

Last thing I googled: the ‘it makes no damn sense. compels me though.’ meme

Other blogs: uhhh i technically have an art blog i haven’t updated in years, but this is where I’m active. 

I’m on twitter a lot though, here, it’s where I do my livetweeting of the shows I’m watching (currently doing Critical Role, The Untamed and BNHA) 

Do I get asks: Only when I piss people off with my opinions, lol (or when it’s Harper). But I lurk more nowadays so. 

Why I chose my url: My name is Allie, and it’s a pun on both Alliecat and y’know, I am a Catastrophe.

Following: 74, lol one less than Yana, and my reasonings are the opposite, I am super picky about who I follow lmfaoooo I’ve been in a lot of fandoms with annoying as shit people so I curate my dash a lot more now.

Followers: 285, again, I mainly just lurk and reblog shit, so /shrug

Average hours of sleep: i try to get 7, do i usually? well

Instruments: Ah, no, lmao, I used to play the flute, tried learning guitar and piano and gave up on both

What I am wearing: A purple shirt with wolves on it and grey sweatpants

Dream job(s): Used to be an animator, then a graphic novelist, back to animator, comic illustrator, animator again, streamer, than animator again... who the fuck knows i’m just trying to vibe

Dream Trip: Italy, I think. I dunno, I don’t really have dream trips anymore

Favorite food: I love me a mean dish of chicken alfredo

Nationality: Unfortunately, American.

Favorite song: Hmmm, yeah, I really don’t have one right now

Last book I read: Atm I’m trying to tackle IT by Stephen King lol

Top 3 fictional universes I’d like to live in: Avatar the Last Airbender (not LOK that shit was fucked), surprised myself with this one but maybe BNHA?? Cool superpowers, maybe Skyrim?? Guys I’m trying really hard not to say H/P because fuck JKR but... I really like magic

as for who I’ll tag, uhm... lmao i don’t talk to anybody uh @necroscura @serkonans anddd @remusjohn?? but u don’t have to do if u don’t want to

[461lightfire]

Just some things I needed to talk about...

So… I really want to talk about this since I come across anon hate and hate or ungreatful people more often than I probably should.

A lot of my moots (I call y’all my moots because we more or less interact with each other :D) are getting hate for nothing. They just breathe and all they get is hate. Yeah sure, some of them also get positive comments from anons but that doesn’t mean that those hate anons aren’t there. 

I really don’t understand what’s wrong in someone’s head that this person have to be this mean and rude to different people. Like telling someone to kill themselves? Really? Y’all always preach about “mental health is so important” but none of you even dares to think about the mental health of others. When I joined Tumblr back in July 2019 and started my blog, there was nothing about hate. Everyone supported each other. 

By the time 2020 happened, I met a lot of super duper cute and super duper nice people. They all were happy in the beginning but slowly after I saw more and more anons hate them in their inbox, even told them to kill themselves. Like for real? You know that people with a lower mental stability tend to do such things? And that a lot of people struggle with these thoughts? What if that Tumblr user really does kill himself? Would you be happy? I bet not. You would have a bad conscience about it, maybe even guilt trip. That’s at least something I hope you do. Nonetheless, STOP doing this. It hurts people to read something like that and you never know what consequences it could have. 

Another point I want to talk about is people being impatient. Like don’t you have a life outside of Tumblr? I started doing rps with people back in October where I didn’t have a workplace. In January I had some job interviews and found a new job where I could start working at on Feb. 1st. So I updated y’all on this matter and TOLD my followers that I will hardly be on here since I started working again. I tried answering them when I had days off. But it is normal that someone DOES NOT WANT TO SPEND THEIR DAYS OFF ON TUMBLR ANSWERING RP ASKS. I can do what I want on Tumblr. If I’m NOT in the mood for answering asks, I am still allowed to scroll through my dash, liking and reblogging stuff, as well as answering asks that moots sent me. I can even post things if I have something I want to share. I always tried my best in answering your rps and I tried to do it as often as possible. When you had to wait a little longer doesn’t mean I forgot about the rp, It just meant that I wasn’t in the mood to answer. 

Then we had this one anon that had the audacity to call me out in a rude way and asked:

”r u gunna answer rp asks anytime soon or?”

This was just plain rude. But thanks for destroying the fun for everyone. I, myself, am a person with quite a weak mental stability. Reading those asks hurt me. They hurt because I more than often enough said that I am working and ain’t having much time for answering. I also always repeated that I try answering as soon as possible. I drifted off a little..  What I wanted to say.. Thanks to that anon I no longer have the will power and the motivation to write rps because I don’t see the necessity to always repeat myself and then getting hate for taking a little longer to answer than what they expect. So I will stop rping when I finished the ones I have still going. I’ll take a break and decide whether I start rping again or not because I don’t have the stability to ignore those comments. 

After all this negativity I want to say some cute things to my moots:

@mrbangchannie : You’re literally one of the first people I met on here and I really don’t want to miss you in my life anymore. I love you so much that words can’t even describe it. Like I always smile whenever you post or whenever you dm me. On the other hand, I am a bad friend since I barely write to you first and I always feel like I lack in socialising. But nonetheless, I will always talk to you in a way. I know that your time on here will be limited due to work but I hope that we still find ways to contact each other.

@channiesmixtape @particularemu @jisungsjheekies @backhugsforhyunjin @doubleknot42 @straykits : I found all of you basically at the same time because I was scrolling through the #stray kids imagines tag. I love all of you and y’all are really talented with writing. I really appreciate your works on my dash and I always look forward to your stories. I know I’m not always giving feedback on them but I try as much as possible. I Love you all. <3 

@bunnyminho : We barely know each other but I already can’t live without you. Is it weird to say that you basically mean the world to me? >.< (oh gosh I’m blushing again at these words). You know what I mean. ;)

All in all, I hope this whole stuff ends and everyone can have peace again. 

Also: Remember to wash hands, stay inside as much as possible and try to avoid socializing with friends. Call them via Discord, Skype, FaceTime whatever if you really need to see them and talk to them. But most importantly: STAY SAFE AND STAY HEALTHY!

XoXo,

Anna <3

PS.: Please don’t feel attacked if I didn’t tag you, I love y’all equally. <3