#i have a LOT of free time this week so. yeh

[o-i-w-u]

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[luckybitchsstuff]

Is it just a coincidence ? - Jude Bellingham x f reader

Insta au

Pairing - Jude Bellingham x Female Reader

Warnings - none too my knowledge lmk if I missed something!!!!

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Yourusername Best nights in Greece 🇬🇷🤍💙

Y/nfan4 isn’t Jude in Greece rn

Y/nfanpage yeh and he’s liking her posts

Y/nfan4 hmm a bit suspicious

Yourbsfusername hope your having fun but you need to come back soon I miss you and so do the cats 😘😘

Yourusername I miss the cats too and you I’ll be back soon ❤️

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JudeBellingham what a place 🇬🇷

Judefan45 He’s actually so fine 🤭🤭😮

Y/nfan3 Y/N LIKED IT THERE LIKING EACH OTHERS PHOTOS AND THERE BOTH IN GREECE I SMELL SOMETHING

Yourusername I think you need to clean your back camera that photo is not the best quality mate

JobeBellingham I couldn’t agree more

JudeBellingham I blame jobe he took them and said it looked fine

Judefan5 THERE TALKING TO EACH OTHER IN THE COMMENTS OMG

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Celebdailynews Jude Bellingham famous footballer seen with a mystery woman acting very touchy on 2 occasions in Greece the past 2 days, who is the footballer with and how will this make the fans feel???

Y/nfan3 I might be going crazy but that looks a lot like y/n and she’s in Greece

Celebdailynews and if you haven’t noticed she has liked our post

Judefan6 no matter who he is with the fans opinion shouldn’t matter he’s not ours he has a life and is free to live it so when we find out who it is let’s not be bad about it

Footballfan7 I strongly agree it’s so weird how In our days we can judge people just because there with celebs it’s just so dumb

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JudeBellingham Greece is better with you

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Yourusername I love you 💕

JudeBellingham I love you more ❤️

JobeBellingham can you too shut tf up its so annoying especially since I have to hear it in person

Y/nfan8 poor jobe but these 2 are so cute

Judefan10 WE ALL KNEW IT ANOTHER TIME THAT WERE ALL RIGHT

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Sorry for taking so long to post it’s been like a week but it’s been my first week back at uni and already so much work so I can’t promise a lot of posts but I will when I can thank you for 50 followers also and 1000 likes love you all keep sending requests ❤️❤️

[to-taiwan-from-fanny]

07/13/2024

July 13 - Long Shan Temple, YuYu Yang, etc.

Day 2 of Taiwan started extremely hectic: me and Faith were rushing to get ready to go out and barely made it down to the hotel lobby on time with only a few seconds left until 9:31.

If I had known how much walking we'd have to do, I would've woken up earlier to go get some pastries like we did yesterday but, alas, life goes on and we continued onto the excursion.

We briefly passed through Dongshanshui wet market which was remnicient of the markets I saw in Seattle with Faith just a week prior. This was followed up by to the Long Shan Temple. I felt a bit out of place as a tourist in a place of worship - the procedures the Taiwanese citizens did to honor the Gods reminded me of the offerings my family would give to our passed relatives during Qingming - but nonetheless, I admired the going-ons of the temple with as much respect as I could muster.

The lack of air conditioning in the area did leave me extremely winded and the immediate trip to the botanical gardens after didn't help in that aspect but the view definitely made up for it! It was my first time seeing a lotus flower in real life and it's even prettier than imagery could capture.

This was then followed up by a trip to the YuYu Yang art museum where there was both air conditioning and amazing sculptures and artwork. We stopped there briefly before being set free by Yeh Laoshi, Peter, and Chief.

Afterwards, me and Faith joined our classmates to eat hotpot (there were so many of us we had to get two tables!) and then I abandoned them to go roll around in my hotel bed. I spent the remainder of my precious time wishing I had a full bed.

below are more pictures of my day, before I knocked out.

pretty pretty temple!

a little lotus flower!!!!! so so so pretty i wanted to take it home so bad

cute off-guard faith and me taking pictures in front of the giant mirror ball at the yuyu yang museum

hotpot pictures from before I abandoned them to rot in my hotel bed

not pictured: me absolutely konking out.

Academic Reflection

Despite all the beautiful places we'd been to all day, the biggest stand out of the excursion was probably the first thing we went to: the wet market, operating from morning to noon unlike the newer night markets. Peter briefly mentioned his own experience and memories of the markets, with a tender killing a live chicken in front of him as a child, something we, thankfully, didn't get to see while passing through. There certainly were a lot of chickens though! It's interesting to see what customs survive the test of time and government regulation.

Growing up non-religious in a Buddhist household, I found the Long Shan Temple especially interesting. Though I identify with no religion, I still diligently participate in Chinese-Buddhist customs and superstitions and it was really cool to find out that the temple featured a mixture of Taoist and Buddhist inspiration. The moon blocks - used to give answers - was also extremely fun! Though I, myself, didn't ask the deitys any questions, it sure was amusing to see Faith ask them about her future dog.

If Peter hadn't told us that the bricks prominently featured in the buildings we saw today were of Dutch influence, I never would've guessed. I think it's really cute how bricks are called red haired blocks after the ginger-head Europeans that introduced them to it.

with love,

fanny <3

[thetravellingvagrant]

Day 13: In Which I Get Sunburned In December

Today was the only full day in Alicante that my schedule would afford me and, it being the last real location of the trip and a bit shit to boot, I decided to make it a nice, easy one. I was to have a bit of a bibble around a nice beach, then get a souvenir or two and a bit of food, then go home to enjoy my prison cell for the night

Pictured: El Porridge

I was excited to not be grinding myself into a thin paste by walking loads and loads and loads, to be honest, and so I set off into the city with a spring in my step. Metaphorically, not literally, I had neither the requisite energy, nor joy to skip.

As I left the hostel, it struck me that it was really fucking hot, today. Mid-20s hot. And bright. It's a good thing I managed to forget my shades but remember my incredibly heavy winter jacket. Absolutely nailed it.

Regardless, I pressed on with my day, blind and sweating and realized as I traversed Alicante by day that it wasn't *that* bad, here. Yes, it had a sort of…stupid vibe to it, as places often do when populated exclusively by English ex-pats named Sharon, but away from the more jubilant touristy areas, in the (frankly blinding) light of day and without even an inkling to visit a burger king, in which it looked like a dirty bomb has been detonated, the city was alright! Not brilliant or anything; there was still irritations like the absolute blight of leather faced old men, dresses like off duty sailors, walking around narrow, crowded streets at .3 miles an hour, clasping both hands in one another behind their backs

Hurry. UPPPPP.

But a far cry from the place I had experienced last night where I genuinely worried I was going to get robbed, headbutted or coerced into going to a nightclub in the ten minutes I was outside my accommodation.

I made my way through the…slightly unremarkable city and eventually managed to locate one of it's many beaches. It was busy. Perhaps not as busy as, say, a shit aquarium, but definitely enough to make me curl my lip and be slightly surprised, given that it was December. 

Scowling, however, I angrily removed my shoes and had an absolutely furious walk across the warm sand which I seathingly enjoyed very, very much.

I then found a nice tree which I say under for ages and ages, listening to a good podcast and nonchalantly burying both my feet in the sand 

...Two weeks 'til Christmas!

And then having a bit of a paddle 

You're welcome.

As I have no doubt you can tell, I was thoroughly revelling in my easy day, enjoying, more than most things I have experienced and likely will ever experience, the opportunity to have a stress free sit down and a splash. I was having an easy day and no one - not you, not god, not my mum, was going to stop me.

Anyway, then I saw this big cunt and had to climb it immediately

...Well, shit.

Excited to just enough of a degree for it to be a reasonable replacement for actual energy, I began my ascent up the big boi hill, the route up which varied wildly and seemingly at will between tarmacked road, cobbled path and incredibly dangerous crumbling cliff edge, having an excellent time trying - and failing - to attract the routes manky, scabby cats to have a good old rub around my legs or sit on my lap.

This was as close as they let me get.

Eventually, after - it must be said - a *lot* of trial and error, I found myself on the main road up to the top of the hill and the castle which lay upon it. It was then a car pulled up along side me. A man leaned out his window, which is usually always a preamble to a genuinely dreadful thing happening.

“Ello mate, can I take my car up there?”

I took my headphones out of my ears. 

“Oh, I have no idea.”

“Ohh, you speak English yeh?”

I told him I did

“Are you from the UK, yeh?” He asked, in a thick Mancunian roadman drawl

“Yeah.”

“You from Manchester, too?”

I told him I was from Glasgow

“Yeh? You don't speak Scottish tho, innit.”

I chuckled, out of awkwardness more than amusement

“...so can I take my car up there, yeh?”

I told him again that I had no idea. I did note that there was a car park right next to where he had stopped which seemed to point to him not being able to. He surveyed the hill.

“...fuck man, that's a lot of walking tho, innit.”

It wasn't. We were very near the top of the hill. Five minutes to the castle, tops. I told him the view would probably be worth it 

“Hmm…” he pondered. “Nah, I'll leave it” and with that turned his car around and sped back down the hill, his beats blaring into the distance, leaving me absolutely bewildered to my very core at the whole experience.

Anyway *I* made the effort to walk at a comparatively shallow incline for five minutes and was duly rewarded with some absolutely stonking views for my exertion.

...To be fair, it *was* a lot of walking

I wandered around the pleasingly sparse hilltop - most likely due to there needing to be the slightest bit of effort made to actually reach the place - taking pictures and fighting off the intrusive thoughts demanding to know if I'd survive if I jumped off the ramparts 

...Probably not.

But before long had exhausted my interest in being up really high like an eagle or a lost kite and descended down the opposing side of the mound.

The descent was almost as good as the ascent, despite the creeping presence of touristy shit edging in more and more, the further down I went, and offered comparably lovely vistas to enjoy

And soon deposited me back in the city, proper where I limped first to a souvenir shop and then to a big supermarket where I bought some kind of microwavable potato and onion omelette which I actually really enjoyed despite it looking like a fried sick patty and having the texture of a flu sneeze. 

Finally, I managed to get back to my apartment - my easy day having turned into a close-to six hour excursion which turned my pedometer red, again - where I ate my sicky dinner and enjoyed the customary nap and nibble before turning in, on preparation for the last day of the trip on which I wasn't just going to be eating nice pizza and tolerating okay friendship in a smelly room with all it's blinds pulled down.

[the-firebird69]

ad the voice recognition is out. nd it is teh idiots hacking. we usse it no them nd yeh to make them not hear each other right f these shits f them too long iwth this crap too manyof them and it is uncivilized they do not train at all or listen. we need them out. now.

all of thm now

and they leave but ok and they herar it them out now good.

we hve a situation here now. and it is with john r and he says it what was that for. nd the whole thing time the pickd on me and my wife. and we say it no shit. and they say this rots i get them there to do stuff and they do it to me each and every time and we see thm are annoying again. and motivats they say and we hit. tons of you and you see you aredying and your idiots die in your cities not enough though soon shall be. and your out then. wierdo losers such little idiot children spoiled and retarded. yuk.

and he has it now stage V as we said. and he was a III nd it is stage V with level 3. now trump is a Stage V level 4 and is unfit for duty. fully sick. terry c is right behind him Stage 4 level 3. and stager moves up to a level 4 tonight. stays at stage 5 too. and now this is hell they say and we say you earned it. need it. and need to shut up. and you lack respect for anyone and now you die. and we need you out you trash shits. dave is stsill a stage III but moved up to a level 4 today. soon level 5 and thn stage IV and will shoot by them no creep up. and is. and what a moron. ok stupid shits.

tons of people comment those ar old movies and yor here dying. and he admits it. am. too. now this rules he is about to face death head on. and lose. tons sy it your out you shithead. yell at him cursehim out and more nd progress ws made today and up at dusk too

for now we post this.

and the curve is slightly higher and means more deaths per hour...and goes upwards steadlily but at a differeent rate each time really every hour it increases. it is due to accumulted radiatin or novices who come in. and those who are sick looking for a free ride and to take from these. lots of infighting but sickness is in the leed. it has been one hour. the rate is higher and we anticipate bout 3.4 millin by tommorrow of the orignal mostly mac morlock to be dead and gone. their leadershp will drop by tommorrow am to 1.77% or so. near it. the eight on the keybord is broken. mostly. or blocke we do know which. psedo empire is going to be at 5.5 % ledership by tommorrow a.m. yes. and clones 16 % and falling after faster. the rings heated up and thusfar 8M entered and half out dead. and about ten M more today. and no not billion the whole time. this is rude stuff tese do but leaders fight ok. and are bigmen dut to it lol.

two cloudos head out shortly one formed earlier yes and ten minutes ago and will be in pg in ten minutes and one more an hour later not formed yet. and at four pm. both about 1.7 rad each and for twnty minutes and plummet no go down in thirtty minutes ina fourty five angle. true too. slightly invered curve.and it will flow in. we suggest he stay in. no. but needs it to ruin the meds and drag them out.

tons say he is limited but no. we have a plan for his afternoon. total for today is 1.5M and out. fully. out the door and in bags. to the incinerator. and smaller loads but big names. and famous morlock. and estimates are chnging and they think mb 3.75 % or more by tommorrow am. an that is huge are at 5.1 now. and yes that is a lot but tonight several huge clouds. and yes the big ones will be too big for most. up here three rad for an hour twie day for a week.

and the joke is you were instructe by the government and law to not follow our son areound john r and sarah now your dying. and wont be able to ebe in yoru original bodyand tha is a death sentance for your kind. soon too you die fully.

some say 4M by tommorrow nd tht leaves only 1.5M originals leadership to about 1.4 oddly. not ll are of rank now. no. and not all ranking will die now. soon though. all and yeh we like it. are idiots and mean no matter what and useless. to us. alive. f them llzy fatasses helping the macs is shit ok not well thought out lol

we print now and move out shortly

Thor Freya

Olympus

Zues

to the park or other

Hera

[chocodee]

Just posting because I'm proud of myself, but March marks the fourth year that I've been free from alcohol. Which so long ago I thought to myself "how am I ever going to be happy again". It's now 2024 and I've started taking bipolar meds and have never been more even...Okay maybe not NEVER. But I'm no longer "woe is meeeeeee" for the smallest of bullshit.

I've been working on my addiction to weed having gone a year sober after a long time of dependency (not the worst thing in the world, but I was self medicating really hard) I've been a week fully and truly sober which is the longest ive been sober in years. and I've been engaging in writing again, finally finishing an oct audition.

Life is getting better...just wish at points I wouldn't go thinking "when's it gonna end now..." But one step at a time.

I got a lot of work to do but I'm working on becoming happy, taking vacations for myself, and being just a bit more selfish to love myself as well.

Am doin good. Yeh.

[tutuandscoot]

Hello! Yes Olivia did say that. However, in her retelling of the story (not to say I don’t believe her at all but just that Adrian has not said anything publicly) she asked Adrian many times over the course of the Olympic season whether he would be retiring and he never gave her a straight up answer. He would say something to the effect of I’m not ready to decide or I don’t know. But then right after their free dance at 2022 Worlds, he told her he was retiring. His fiancée Madi H had fully announced it was her last season and if I remember correctly Scott and/or MF and Patch had already discussed options for joining Scott to coach in London at IAMO. So essentially Olivia was blindsided. She’s also quite young still, I think was 24 at the Olympics? And felt that she still had the desire to compete having thought that she would still have some time left in her career. I think some people are skeptical that she didn’t know or more adequately suspect that Adrian would retire. But that’s their business and partnership! She still attended the wedding a few weeks ago in Spain. She took a season off, did dancing on ice and won! And now is paired with Tim D, who previously competed for Germany. I’m happy for her that she’s back! I think she’s super talented so hoping that the partnership goes well. It seems like the desire to return was because of her love for the sport, not in spite of what happened. And like so many athletes, I think there was a strong comedown after the Olympics for Olivia, and that’s tough to deal with so I’m glad she’s back in Montreal and seems to be in a good place. Sorry for the long post, hope that helps :). Just one more thing - Olivia told her story recently on an ice skating podcast. I forget which one but you can take a listen if you’d like - I’m sure it’s pretty easy to find on google.

Thanks for the info!

Yeh so a few things: I really don’t know the ins and outs of ice dance post-VM’s retirement- that’s kind of where my deep interest for the sport ends and yeah I see what’s going on but I don’t follow it, don’t have any particular interest in any teams. I’ve only really watched S/D in the VM era (and at the 22 olys) and they were obviously very good but as I said I didn’t really take interest in general so nothing against them specifically. Through watching lots of stuff I learned he and madi were together and in seeing the age difference of him and olivia it would make sense he was getting towards retirement age/life direction with madi already confirming such.

In saying I dont really have an interest in them or ID specifically, I’m certainly not holding anything against her for getting a new partner/anything that was said publicly regarding retiring/splitting/who blindsided who- as you said it’s none of anyones business.

It was just that I happened to see that clip from TSL of her saying.. what I said in the initial post about not getting a new partner (and of course things can change and that should not be held against anyone because it’s their business).

Inevitably everything with me and this blog comes back to VM bc that’s where my heart and interest is.. so I just always find it interesting in looking at other teams/the ID landscape/seeing how things work- teams splitting up/retiring/new ones forming.. and I can’t help but go back to VM and their loyalty to each other.. their partnership just so clearly means everything to them and they legitimately view skating with anyone else as.. a kind of cheating on each other and it would just never happen (proven through literally everything they’ve ever said and done throughout their partnership and continue to). This is not too say S/D partnership wasn’t meaningful and special.. just not in the way VM’s is.

Obviously their situation was different to a team like S/D: coming from different counties, big age gap, other life things pulling them in different directions. I don’t judge Olivia at all. Was just purely a comment on what I had heard said.

Thanks so much for clarifying anon! (And for being nice and level headed about it as I’m sure there are plenty putting blame/hating on either of them).

Also while we’re discussing new partnerships.. did Haley and Nick (S/W) break up.. I thought I read she was looking for a new partner..? As I said I really don’t actively keep track.. just something I saw (and just to throw in my own two cents.. I really dont/didn’t see them getting above the level they’ve been at for a while- NOT a knock against Scott and his coaching- just their skill level and even with the best coach in the world, some just reach their limit..and in a tough country to compete internally like canada.. makes sense why S/F went to Ireland).

[surveysandthings]

3.

do you feel the need to be popular? I did when I was younger. And then I got it and it’s not as great as it seems.

why do you like taking surveys? They’re relaxing and I enjoy typing!

to what store would you like a $50 giftcard? Target or TJ Maxx.

what is a good present for you birthdays? I like experiences!

what month baby are you? January. Worst birthday month!

what do you think about squidward on spongebob? Wuh??

at what hour do you begin to feel tired? Depends on the day.

do you think a lot? Constantlyyy. It fuckin sucks.

are you religious? do you like religion? I was kinda forced to be as a kid but I’m not and am very staunchly anti-religion now.

what is the last thing you ate? Chipssss.

what are you looking forward to? Nothing at the moment.

are you an optimistic, pessimist or realist? Pessimist, for sure.

how do you like to wear your hair? I like the look of it being down with air wrapped curls most but it’s most comfortable when its up in a bun.

do you watch a lot of youtube on a regular basis? I never watch YouTube anymore!

what is a rule or boundary you have for yourself, that you have followed? I don’t google symptoms! I spiral really bad and it’s not worth it.

what is something you love to do on the weekend? Sleep in, build puzzles, watch movies, spend time cooking fun food we typically don’t have time or energy to make during the week.

do you 'hate mondays'? Yesss.

have you ever played battleship? Obviously.

do you wear skulls on your clothes? When I was like 13, sure.

do you like red lipstick? Yes! It’s my fave.

what do you need to do tomorrow? Nothing really! Our weekend is pretty free. 

what candy do you want right now? Can’t say I want any candy rn.

do you always have the tv on? Not always!

do you get paranoid while vacuuming the house alone? No? Should I?

do you ever feel bitter about the 'way things are'? For sure, especially when it comes to the way my family is.

do you like to record yourself? No, it’s awkward.

do you like the color hot pink? I do!

do you like watching wrestling? Absolutely fucking not.

where do you fit in? No where, really.

what kind of class would you like to take? I would love to take a cooking class! It sounds really fun.

are you prescribed any kind of meds? Nope.

are you tired or sleepy right now? Nope!

do you like cookie dough? how much cookie dough do you eat when you have a roll? I loved cookie dough when I was a kid but it’s not very good anymore. I also don’t think I've ever made cookies from a roll of dough. We make homemade dough.

are you an often starbucks goer? what do you order at starbucks when you do go? Oh hell yeah. White mocha frappuccino with brown sugar syrup or a strawberry açaí refresher with lemonade!

would you rather a giftcard to starbucks or olive garden? Starbucks. Olive Garden is genuinely gross, I don’t know why its so popular. I could make pasta quicker and for way cheaper at home + it would actually taste better.

what kind of cookie do you want right now? Chocolate chip would be pretty nice.

what kind of people do you respect? Ones who don’t ‘demand respect’, when they really mean obedience.

how is silence golden? I dunno??

is your hair dry? Yup!

what shampoo do you have in your tub? Redken and Pureology.

what color is your shower curtain? or is it glass/plastic? It’s glass!

do you like to draw with pen or pencil? Pen!

do you like to draw on lined paper or does it bother you? I hate drawing on lined paper.

spiral notebook or composition? Spiral!

have you ever had a macaroon? Yeah, they’re not my fave.

are you stuck in the past? I don’t think so. I live in the future most often.

do you find yourself saying 'that's stupid' in your mind? Yeh.

do you like to talk a lot? I do!

what would you like to do with really close friends? lol what close friends?

would you ever consider taking a yoga class? Wouldn’t be my idea of a good time, no.

do you play second life or have you ever? I’ve never played it!

what do you think about the sims games? I loooove Sims. Wish they had better developers tho.

do you have mercy on others? Depends.

are you evil? are you good? are you neutral? I’d say I'm pretty good.

do you prefer normal dreams or lucid ones? None of my dreams are ever normal.

tell me about the worst sun burn you've ever had? I’ve only ever had one sunburn and it wasn’t that bad.

do you think it's normal for girls to have hair around their butthole? It grows there so yeah, it’s normal.

do you feel embarrassed a lot? Not really.

do you like to get wasted? I hate drinking.

are you interested in drugs? No.

do you feel smarter or dumber than you were 1 yr ago? Smarter, actually.

are you always trying to improve yourself, or you don't pay attention? I’m always trying to improve myself and its exhausting.

what is life to you? I just want my little family to be happy and healthy.

what is the most important thing in life, quick answer? Happiness.

what magazines are you subscribed to? what do you do with them? None. This isn’t 1994.

what do you like about the sunday paper? Again, this isn’t the 90′s, bro.

do you read your horoscopes religiously? Not religiously but I read mine whenever I come across one.

do you feel your zodiac describes you well? For sureeeee. I'm such a Capricorn.

are you nails painted? if so what? Yup! It’s a red by OPI but I don’t remember the name of it.

is black lipstick your favorite? I don’t mind it but it’s definitely not my fave!

do you like combat boots? They're not my favorite but again, don’t mind em.

do you wear glasses? Yup!

would you ever get back with one of your x's? I don’t have any!

do you sometimes feel dissatisfied with your love life? Nah, my relationship with my husband is the one thing that I never question. 

do you like mac more than pc? Yesss. I would never go back to a PC.

are you friends with your neighbors? We’re friendly but I wouldn’t say we’re friends! 

are you super generous? Not really!

do you feed the strays in your neighborhood? We don’t really have strays, just outdoor kitties in the summer and I always make friends with them and bring them food/treats!

would you rather live in a apt, house, or mansion? A house preferably!

do you think old houses are creepy? Nooo, I love them!

have you won any trophies/ribbons? which are you most proud of if any? Maybe in school? But I don’t remember them so obviously they weren’t very important.

do you like living somewhere with four seasons? Yes!

what is your favorite season? least favorite season? why? I like late spring/early summer because everything feels fresh and new and it’s warm but not hot. I hate winter because the sun goes down at 4pm and it’s scary to drive in.

do you like to answer surveys explaining yourself, or being really quick? I like the more thought provoking ones that require longer answers.

are you afraid of being sucked into quick sand? I’ve never come across it so it’s not really on my list of top fears.

do you think it's ok to be selfish? I think we should be selfish about more things.

do you type home row or with two fingers? Home row.

are you bad at basic math? Absolutely. I don’t think I could do long division anymore if you paid me.

do you wear a watch? No, they make my wrists look weird.

do you like the smell of cig smoke? No.

do you like smoking weed? I tried it once and it was not a good experience.

do you read poetry? I genuinely hate poetry.

do you have a celeb crush? Not that I can think of off the top of my head!

do you feel connected to any certain celeb in some weird way? No.

do you listen to music a lot? A normal amount, I think!

what is a website you cannot live without? I could live without them all.

do you like to donate money to charity? I don’t donate to charities. I don’t trust that they’re putting their money towards what they say they are. I prefer to support real people with whatever extra money I have.

have you ever cheated on your bf/gf/wife/husband? No and I wouldn’t ever.

what kind of outdoor activities do you like? Picnics or hammocks in the park!

would you rather date at a school football game or theatre play? ...what?

what kind of role would you play as in a play? I wouldn’t.

in a movie would you be the villain, hero or main person? I’m the main character for sure.

if you could get anything in your trick or treat bag, what would it be? Money or Reese’s.

do you like thunderstorms? I love them!

do you like to drive a car? It makes me anxious.

what car do you want? what color? I genuinely don't care about what kind of car I drive.

are you a speed racer or more cautious? are you too cautious? I’m a grandma driver, always have been and always will be.

do you stop at the stop sign or skim it a little? Full stop.

favorite gel pen? Papermate Ink Joys are the bestttt.

is the world going to end in december? do you know anyone that really thinks this? Was this written in 2012??

do you like to fish? Never been but I don’t like fish and it seems quite barbaric.

would you ever be a butcher? Not if I had any choice.

do you mind chipped nail polish or does it look trashy? I don’t care what other people do with their nails but on me, when my polish starts chipping, I take it off. It feels messy to me.

what is your desktop background? A collage I made of us.

do you ever say something is your favorite then you lose favoritism 4 it? I don’t really ever announce favoritism on anything. 

did you play mash as a kid? do you even know what that is? In like the 6th grade.

is it ok for an adult to have a kiddy toothbrush? Why would I care about what another adult puts in their mouth??

do you like glitter? It’s pretty but a bitch to get rid of.

play doh or clay? Slime?

do you journal? This is a form of journalling, right?

what is something you do pretty much every day? Snuggle my bbs!

give me some good advice to live by. ...I need life advice, I shouldn't be giving it.

your name is? Oop.

what was your fav. time in your life? why? When I first met my husband. It was fun to be young and in love.

do you type in all caps, lowercase only or normal usually? I type the proper way.

do you feel you change everyday or are you stagnant? I like a good mix of routine with some spontaneity.

do you go to 'haunted' houses for october? what would you like to see in one of the houses? I’ve never been to one.

what are you being this yr for halloween? what about next year? I didn’t do anything this year and have no leads for next!

[themurderofcrowscollective]

As per my last reblog!

That shit really hurts so here the fuck I am. I like to think that after Batman and Red Hood finally see each other again, the following days are hellish to endure. You would have Bruce brood even around the Wayne manor, refuse to eat food and barely say a word to anyone. He'd even have to take a few weeks off both as Bruce Wayne and Batman. Even the villains would ask Nightwing if they saw Batman around, and he would say something along the lines of 'he's in space' or 'he's in another dimension' to let the villains stay away from looking for him. Jason on the other hand would do what he does best: Murder, fighting crime, exploding buildings and indulge in any sort of pleasure to keep himself from thinking about Batman. Even the Justice League would stop by the Manor and speak to Bruce as friends, not colleagues. Most of the time, he wouldn't say a word but with me being a Batman x Superman loser, Clark would get a few words out of Bruce cause he knows the man better. Alfred on the other hand would do his damn best to keep Bruce fed, well-rested and also tell him how important he is, not as Bruce Wayne the multi-billionaire playboy and not as Batman the dark knight of Gotham, but as a father and as himself. As for Jason, he'd mostly be sought out by Dick and have a LOT of brotherly conversations that either end in fighting or Red Hood just simply ignoring him. This would go on for weeks, nearly months. . . Until the two need each other's help. With what? The villains planning to take over Gotham and I mean ALL of them, mostly due to the lack of Batman cleaning the streets of it's crime. Would they both be reluctant to assist each other? Very much but just picture it; after the debriefing and also asking for help from the Justice League to take out specific villains while Tim stayed in the batcave for technical stuff, Batman and Red Hood take on villains like The Riddler, Joker and The Penguin. During the fights, the two remember their old fighting techniques and use them, kicking ass and looking badass while doing it. In the heat of the battle, Red Hood would say something that he used to say as a kid to Batman like a compliment along the lines of 'Nice!' or 'Great knockout!' Ooooh the feels and nostalgia. Skip to the end of the fight, Batman and Red Hood are scratched up but you should see what they did to the villains, and the two settle down with burgers and milkshakes while waiting for the other two teams to come back. Now for this, I'm gonna do a little conversation they had. Batman: So... you've grown. Red Hood: Yep. Surprisingly. *- A moment of silence because they're eating. -* Batman: . . . I'm sorry, Jason. Red Hood: Wh- Batman, holding his hand up: No, please, just listen. I truly am sorry for everything. You don't need to forgive me now, not yet, but I would just like to let you know that not one day had gone by without me thinking of you. Although I may have a new Robin, you were ever replaced as a son. Hate me if you must, but I know I should've looked harder. I don't know how to make it up to you but I just wanted you to know that. And then the two just stay quiet and keep eating. Yeh. You're all free to add more to this, I just had to get it out first.

[edosianorchids901]

Drained

@flashfictionfridayofficial prompt "No battery life"

Barely able to keep his eyes open, Crowley squeezed Aziraphale’s hand. “This is our stop. You with me?”

Aziraphale bit his lip, expression anxious again. As if he was unsure whether this was the right thing to do. But then he exhaled slowly and smiled. “Yes, my dear. Always.”

Crowley returned the smile, although it was hard to get his mouth to cooperate. His legs, too, objected to the movement, wobbling underneath him as he rose and followed Aziraphale off the bus.

It was a damn good thing they were holding hands. Because despite the dangers ahead, despite all the things they needed to discuss, Crowley was drained.

Aziraphale stayed close beside him as they headed up to the flat, not letting go of his hand even once they were inside. “Oh my. This has all been…”

“A lot,” Crowley finished for him. The world was almost foggy, but his heart was still beating way too fast. Gosh, he really didn’t feel well. More alcohol, that’s what he needed. Would at least take the edge off the tension, make him less keyed up. “Let’s have some more wine, yeah?”

He snapped his fingers to miracle a bottle. Absolutely nothing happened.

Shit.

Aziraphale swiveled to face him, eyes going wide. “Crowley? Are you okay?”

“Nnnh. Yeah. Just…” He sighed, the realization sinking in. So, it wasn’t just physical and emotional exhaustion. “My batteries are drained, angel.”

Head spinning, Crowley dropped to the sofa. Aziraphale sat too, still clutching his hand. “Batteries? What batteries? What have your fancy electronics got to do with this?”

Ah, Aziraphale. Crowley shook his head, amused despite the crushing fatigue. “Nyeh, not that. Me, my power. I’m drained, totally worn out. Too worn out for miracles right now.”

“Oh, oh dear. Well, I suppose it’s no wonder, what with…” Biting his lip, Aziraphale gestured with his free hand. Like he was indicating their whole week.

“Yeah. I already really wasn’t feeling well after the car thing.” Holding together a burning car with imagination was exhausting, had left him unsteady and vaguely ill. And then his car blew up. And then all the shit with trying to avert Armageddon happened. “Stopping time later probably took most of my remaining power.”

“Oh, and you miracling the bus to bring us back to London,” Aziraphale added, expression more concerned every second. “I-I imagine that was rather the final straw.”

“Mhm.” Crowley let his eyes close, just for a bit. He needed sleep, but they also needed to plan for the next set of danger. Plus he was still too keyed up to sleep.

A miracle tingled through the air, and Aziraphale squeezed his hand. “I’ve got wine, dear fellow. And, um…if I could make a suggestion?”

Crowley cracked an eye open. “Hn?”

Aziraphale swallowed hard, shifting anxiously. Almost wiggling. “I-I think that what you need is a hug.”

“Wot?” Crowley asked, half wondering if he’d dozed off and was dreaming this.

“Well, hugs are supposed to be very…restorative! So I think I should hug you.” Aziraphale pouted slightly, eyes wide and pleading. “May I?”

Affection flooded through Crowley, and he smiled. Gosh, Aziraphale was adorable. Thoroughly ridiculous, yeah, but Crowley adored him. “Yeah, all right.”

“Oh, good.” Aziraphale gave a happy little wiggle and lunged to him, enveloped him in an almost too tight hug. “Is this okay?”

It was mildly terrifying. Crowley had never been hugged before, by anyone. What was he supposed to do with this?

But it was instinctive, in a way. He reached out too, letting his arms wrap around Aziraphale’s softness, and settled his head on the solid shoulder. “Yeh.”

“Good, good.” Aziraphale gathered him even closer, plump hand cupping the back of his neck. “Here, we’ll just stay like this a while. Get you all powered up again.”

Crowley melted against the warm softness, heart rate slowing. This alone wouldn’t help him recover or recharge his power—only time would do that. But this was a perfect way to spend that time.

[ayz0]

5 and 69? (I swear that wasn't on purpose, I just saw the question and then noticed the number XD)

How many wips do you have?  What fandoms/pairings are they for?

Just the one! I’m basically writing a fic for the first time here with Funniest Person In The Room and I don’t want to overwhelm myself with any further fics considering I already have little time for just that single one :0

But yeh tfpitr is a Security Breach fic and the pairings will eventually get to Daycare Attendant x Reader

What are your favorite fics at the moment?

You know what!!! Every time I see people answer this question they seem to list the popular fics everyone already knows of?!? I basically check the Sun/Reader tag several times a week and read basically everything that pops up that seems interesting and has a fairly skilled writing style. So I will throw my current faves at you all :) they all are written very well and one even leans a fair bit into prose-style writing which I find enjoyable! Note these are all x reader’s cause that’s basically the only thing I read lmfao 🤣

What’s the Moral Here? - oh THIS ONE!!!! TOP fave at the moment. I love it a lot. The writing style is very descriptive and the way the author describes emotions in particular feels very raw, like it just HITS you aaahhhdhg Sun is fairly teasing and a little mean in this, but still pretty civil and there is a more friendly relationship growing here.

Celestial Syzygy - I found this one via @/echoingkarma’s drawings for it! I love when people doodle for their own fics fjsnfnsg. Sun’s his usual cheery self in this one, and the reader is such a sweetie omg. That doesn’t mean they just stand there and take shit though! There’s also a fair bit of interaction with the glamrocks, and I like how each of them is written! Some fun scenes such as reader getting hit in the head by a flying golf club. Lmfao

All Around the Mulberry Bush - Reader works in Parts & Service, gets to spend a good amount of time interacting with the Glamrocks as well as the Attendant :) A fair amount of Sun’s POV which I love to see hehe

Virus - Pizzaplex is being rebuilt after the events of the game. Reader is a roboticist/programmer who has been hired on to try to fix Moon’s virus. Sun is a cutie :) Reader does have mad anxiety though so this is definitely a slow-burn, they talk to Sun remotely until after Chapter 10 (I don’t remember the exact chapter number chsnfsg)

Lost and Found - post-fire if I’m remembering right? I need to re-read :v but either way, Pizzaplex has been abandoned for a VERY long time, you go in and find a veeeery broken Sun, who is still functional and briefly chases you around before you get hurt and he’s like oh shit sorry. Then you bring him home! Free cat lol. Anyway Sun is riddled with anxiety and trauma in this one and has some really unhealthy coping mechanisms. Moon is ‘gone’ for about the first half of the fic but Sun’s got a Moon plushie and it’s adorable and makes you sad af ;-; this one also has art at the bottom of chapters sometimes!

[justice4canyonmoon]

Suspenders (Version Two)

Summary: Tour is back in full swing, and you enjoy it in more ways than one.

Notes: Hi!!! It’s been a minute!!! But my mental health has improved a lot, and I had a little free time this weekend, so we're finally back!!! Ik that the Dallas show was weeks ago at this point, but humor me and still act like it’s current lol. Hope you like the dom! harry version of this concept :)

Warnings: smut!!!! 18+only!!! dom! harry, oral sex/face fucking (m receiving), unprotected sex, daddy kink, spanking (briefly), inappropriate use of suspenders

WC: 1.3k

You knew Harry was happy to be back on tour. He thrived under the bright lights of the stage, his narcissism blossomed over the audience members screaming his name, and best of all, he got to perform his music. You were happy he was back on tour, too, but for much different reasons.

He was sexy as hell when he performed.

The sweat dripping from his brow, the outfits (that you got to tear off of him later), and especially the cocky smirks he would give out when he knew he nailed a part, would have you squeezing your thighs together backstage. Tonight was clearly no exception. The silk of the Dallas outfit clung to his form perfectly, and it was doing things to you. Every time Harry would glance over to where you were standing in the pit, you had to clench you thighs together to keep from bursting. He noticed, of course, and that same cocky smirk would spread across his lips as he winked at you.

Post-performance, you headed straight to his dressing room to wait for him, not really feeling in the mood to socialize with the band. All you really wanted was him, and you knew it wouldn’t be too long until he joined you. Sure enough, Harry strode in not too long after you, closing and locking the door with celerity. He grinned cheekily at you, walking over to the plush couch you were lounging on and swinging his legs over your form, straddling your waist.

He leaned down, lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “Have a little problem during the show t’night, love?”

You shivered at the raspy tone of his words, already feeling your arousal, which you already thought was overwhelming, rise to new heights. Now that he was finally draped over you, you would get what you were so desperate for all night.

“A little, but nothing that can’t be solved with a bit of help,” you replied, keeping your voice as steady as possible.

“A bit of help, hmm?” Harry teased as he slowly ground his hips against yours, “need someone t’ take care of yeh, darlin’?”

You gulped and nodded, “Yes. Need you, Daddy.”

His eyes darkened as he tore your shirt off of your body and stood up, “Then get on your knees.”

Once the shirt was over your head, you quickly obeyed, dropping to the floor in front of the couch. Harry had stripped off his shirt and suspenders as well, leaving him in his silk pants. You reached forward and tugged the zipper down, and he helped you by shoving his trousers and briefs down to pool at his ankles.

He tapped your cheek with his hard cock and demanded, “Open. I need my little cocksleeve now.”

You whimpered softly, letting your mouth fall wide open. Harry wasted no time in filling that empty space, nearly making you gag when he suddenly touched the back of your throat.

“Always love fuckin y’ mouth. So warm and wet f’ me,” he grunted as his hips slammed into your throat.

Tears were already springing to your eyes from the speed and intensity that he took your mouth, but you laid your head against the couch and took what he gave you.

“Look s’ pretty when yeh cry,” he mocked, seeing the tears beginning to fill your eyes.

The ferns on his hips started to look blurry as those same tears started to trickle down your cheeks. The way he filled your mouth hurt in the best possible way, and soon, his hips were stuttering erratically into your mouth. But just as he was about to cum, he pulled out. You whined at the loss, wanting to feel him cum down your throat.

He chuckled softly at your eagerness, “S’ okay, pet. You’ll get what yeh need. Hands and knees f’ me.”

You stood up on shaky limbs and positioned yourself accordingly on the couch. You saw him walk behind you, and there was something in his hands.

Glancing back at him, confused, you asked, “What’s that, Daddy?”

He smirked and let the object hang down. It was his suspenders.

“What are those for?”

Harry’s smirk deepened, his dimples popping out further than before, as he leaned toward you and pulled your hands behind your back, making your rest your head against the couch for support. You felt him tie something, presumably the suspenders, around your wrists. You looked back and whined as you saw him clutching the other end of the suspenders in his large hands, grinning wickedly. He tugged you back so your ass was up against his pelvis, and with no resistance, he slipped inside your wet heat.

“Daddy,” you gasped as his length suddenly filled you to the brim.

He clearly was not in the mood to take it slow tonight. His rhythm was brutal right from the start, exactly the same way that he fucked your mouth.

“Love fuckin my pussy after a show,” he said with a low growl, “always so wet and ready f’ me.”

When you moaned at his words, he chuckled and added, “Yeah? Like it when I call it my pussy? Because it is. It’s fuckin mine. No one else can fuck yeh like this, can they?”

You shook your head, “O-only you, D-daddy.”

“Fuckin right it’s only me,” Harry rasped, punctuating the remark with a harsh slap on your ass, “Own this ass, too. Own everything of yours. But yeh own all of me too, pet. Got me wraped around y’ fuckin finger.”

You smiled softly at his words, but squeaked out another moan when he hand smacked down on your other cheek. His other free hand still gripped the suspenders tightly, holding you in place as he fucked you roughly.

“C-close, Daddy,” you warned.

His free hand snaked to your front as he rubbed your clit between his slender fingers while keeping up his quick pace.

“Cum f’ me, pet. Wanna feel y’ cunt squeezing me. Best fuckin feelin in the world,” he commanded.

The harsh slams of his hips into yours and the pinching of your nub brought you there, and your walls tightened around his cock as you moaned his name through your release. The tightness of your walls brought him to the edge as well, and his hips stuttered as his cum coated your walls.

“Fuck, baby, yeh’ve got the most perfect cunt,” he praised, “always take me s’ well.”

Your cheeks grew warm from the praise and you turned your head so you could see him, “Thank you, Daddy. Always fuck me so nice.”

Harry smiled back at you, “Course, m’ lovely. Always gonna take care of yeh.”

He removed the suspenders from around your wrist and gently kissed the irritated skin murmuring sweet praises to you. He got up then and found a towel in the attached bathroom, cleaning you both off before rejoining you on the couch. Harry pulled you into his chest, holding you tightly against him.

“Feel okay, lovie? Not too sore?” he asked.

You nodded, “Feel good, H. A little sore, but not too bad. I’m sleepy, though.”

Harry leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, “Sleep f’ a bit then, love. I’ll wake yeh when we have t’ get dressed and go home.”

“M-kay,” you said sleepily as you began to drift off.

But almost as soon as you had fallen asleep, the door cracked open and you heard Jeff call in, “If you two are finally done in there, we have to get going. We have to get on the road,” before the door shut again.

You whined in displeasure and Harry chuckled softly.

“Gotta get up, love. Time t’ get dressed.”

“Will you carry me out to the bus then, H?” you requested.

And of course, he relented, “Okay, baby. Whatever you want.”

Yeah, you couldn’t wait for this to happen for the rest of tour.

[svnflowervol666]

hey! can you write one where harry invites y/n and his band mates out for drinks and they try to hand her a drink but she reveals she previously by saying like “you can’t drink when your pregnant” ...

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: I combined this one with a request for where Harry constantly refers to Y/N as his “ex-girlfriend,” because they’re engaged now. ((Super cute. Super corny. Makes my heart mush. Anyway.)) Kinda short but still sweet. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless! Take care and TPWK.

“There she is!” 

His voice is drowned out by clanking glasses and the heavy bass of whatever rock song was playing through the shitty speakers in the corner of the room, but it was unmistakable nonetheless. Followed by his “greeting” were the shouts and howls of the rest of the bunch, most of them raising their glass in honor of her (late) arrival.

“My ex-girlfriend!”

Harry, despite his inebriated state, smiled widely and welcomed her as protectively as he always had in the past few weeks - relieving her person of any bags or extra weight, this time being her coat and purse which he hung on the brass hooks underneath the bar table, and inspecting her facial expression for any signs of discontent or worry. He couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment when he kicked his “dad-mode,” tendencies into overdrive, but it certainly began on that rainy, Thursday night in their shared bathroom as they sat against the wall of the bathtub with four positive pregnancy tests in both of their hands.

“Really wish you’d stop calling me that, Har,” she sneered as he helped her shake her arms loose from her coat.

“One of these days you’re gonna cause a scene.”

“'S true, though,” the drunken boy giggled.

“You’re not m’ girlfriend anymore. You’re my fiance.”

She shook her head and rolled her eyes at his antics, intending to pull him in for a quick hug and kiss when her attention was drawn away from her curly-headed brunette and towards the man of the hour.

“Y/N!” 

“Hello, birthday boy,” her voice was mellow against the drunken slur that had started to take over her friend, Mitch’s.

“‘S not very nice of you to be late to my party,” he slurred as he pulled her in rather harshly for a bone-crushing hug.

“Sorry, got caught up with some work stuff,” Y/N managed to get out through a chuckle in between Mitch’s squeezing.

She saw Harry stiffen out of the corner of her eye, like he was torn between yelling something akin to, “Take it easy on her, mate. She’s pregnant for christ’s sake,” or letting the interaction play out. He knew he wasn’t allowed to do the former, as they’d agreed to wait until they could have all of their friends and family over at the same time to tell them the good great news, so Harry opted to let Mitch hug her extra tight despite his unrealistic, dramatic worries that he’d crush her fragile frame or hurt the baby in some way. She made sure to send a reassuring smile Harry’s way when Mitch let her go from his grasp.

Short and sweet was her greeting to Sarah, both of them opting to kiss one another on the cheek.

“Let me see it one more time,” her voice was quiet amongst the chatter of the bar, almost sounding like a whisper.

Y/N felt the heat climbing to her cheeks as she let Sarah take her hand in hers to examine the ring on her fourth finger. The band was gold and slim, adorned with a dainty yet sizeable single diamond in the very center. 

“So pretty,” she gushed, admiring the way the gem flittered, even in the dim, tungsten-glow of the bar.

Y/N muttered a quiet “thank you,” before making her away back to the other side of the table where Harry was waiting for her with an outstretched arm, yearning to get back to what they had been doing before Y/N had to make her rounds.

As he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, Y/N caught wind of the tequila on his breath. She tasted it too, when she pecked his lips quickly and - oh god, did she taste stout as well? Maybe she’d end up taking care of him later tonight when his head was stuck in the toilet, but that seemed plenty fair considering how often Harry had been doing the same exact thing for her here lately.

“Yeh alright? Had me all worried when ya said you’d be late,” Harry’s question was asked lowly so that only she could hear.

Harry had been with Mitch and Sarah all day celebrating, hence this was the first time he’d seen Y/N since this morning when he kissed her and sent her off to work.

Y/N nodded and smiled, though her face led Harry to believe differently.

“Got sick when I got home from the office. Just took me a little bit longer to get out the door,” she shrugged, insinuating that it wasn’t a big deal, but that she wasn’t feeling one hundred percent ready-to-party either.

“Baby,” Harry half-scolded her, feeling a good portion of his buzz leave his body when Y/N mentioned that she hadn’t felt well.

“Why didn’t yeh just tell me you were sick? Coulda came home and sat with you.”

“I wasn’t going to ask you to ditch your best friend’s birthday dinner just because I was throwing up for the fifteenth time this week,” she was stern in her words and made it clear that she was fine.

“I’m alright. I promise.”

Harry’s jaw softened at her proclamation, the muscles in his torso easing up from their tense position.

“Oi! Will you two stop whispering and get drunk with me?!” Mitch shouted across the table, bursting the bubble that had temporarily surrounded the couple whilst they talked about their sweet little secret that they were dying to tell everyone about.

“You,” Mitch pointed his finger towards Y/N’s head.

“Shots. Now,” he gestured to the bartender making drinks on the opposite end of where their table was.

Both Y/N and Harry chuckled nervously, unsure of how to work around the fact that Y/N couldn’t drink without spilling the beans.

“Think I need to get some food in my stomach before I do that. Why don’t you take Harry,” Y/N urged Harry forward by his shoulder and prayed it would be enough to entertain the drunk boy.

“Fine,” Mitch glared.

“It’ll just make it hard for you to catch up later then!”

He grabbed Harry by the bicep and cleared through the crowd of people in order to get his liquor he was so keen about.

The conversation with Sarah was light, mostly about what all they’d done today and bets on if Mitch would end up needing to be babied for the rest of the night. Y/N successfully dodged Sarah’s questions about the wedding and how planning was going along, chalking it up to busy work schedules and failing to come to an agreement on a venue and date.

“Harry’s dead set on a summer wedding, but I’m fighting for a winter date,” she dismissed through a nervous chuckle when the reality was that they were unsure how to navigate planning a wedding around the arrival of their baby to make any more decisions.

It seemed like ages passed before the two men returned. Y/N was picking at the fries and sipping on the ginger ale Harry had ordered her before she’d gotten there but was interrupted when Harry and Mitch came barrelling back to the table.

He was drunk. Quite drunk. And Y/N knew that because his body felt even warmer and his eyes looked even hazier than before he’d left. She imagined they definitely had more than once shot at the bar, but she didn’t have much time to ponder that before she felt his hands snake around her waist and rest on her hips. She reciprocated his touch, looping her arms around his shoulders and laying her head against his chest.

“Love you,” Harry muttered into the soft spot between her jaw and ear, then his hands wormed their way under her shirt to rest on the underside of her tummy.

“Love you too,” he said again.

She could feel him smile against her skin as he cradled her almost non-existent baby bump from underneath her oversized sweater. Harry was the only one who saw her regularly enough to notice the minute changes her body had been going through. To everyone else, she still looked like plain, old Y/N.

“We love you more, but if you don’t stop canoodling me in the middle of this bar,” Y/N began, speaking light-heartedly and quietly in his ear, “Everyone’s going to find out and you won’t get to have that announcement party you’ve been planning for weeks now.”

Harry sighed, knowing she was right, and loosened his hold on her tummy and opting to sling an arm over her shoulder to at least keep her close instead.

“I know what you’re up to,” Mitch glared at the two of them from across the table.

This gained the attention of not only Y/N and Harry but Sarah as well. Everyone turned to look at Mitch, anticipating what he was going to say next.

“And what would that be, Mitchy?” Y/N toyed.

A pout formed on his face, arms quickly crossed his chest as he huffed.

“You’re trying to get out of here and leave me all alone on my birthday.”

“Guess I’m not even here then. I’m a hallucination,” Sarah baited with a roll of her eyes.

“We’re not trying t’ leave ya, mate. Promise,” Harry stuck his pinky out across the table as a gesture of sincerity.

“Are too.”

Mitch’s drunken rambles were beginning to sound quite childish now and became more amusing by the second.

“Are not, honey bun,” Y/N requited.

“Liars. Both of you.”

Mitch launched a bunched up straw wrapper in Harry’s direction that bounced off of his most prominent curl and landed somewhere near his feet.

“Where would we even go, hmm?” Harry taunted, resting his chin on the knuckles of his free hand that was leaned against the table.

“What could we possibly planned tha’ would be better than spending time with you lot on your birthday?”

They watched as Mitch’s remaining sobriety fought hard for an answer, but ultimately giving into his drunkness and murmuring, “Don’t know! Probably going off to screw each other or something!”

The table burst into laughter, and Y/N hid her face in Harry’s chest out of embarrassment. 

“Wouldn’t surprise me actually,” Sarah quipped before taking a huge sip of her cocktail.

“Look. Here’s the deal,” Mitch tried his best in his drunken stupor to be serious.

“Prove to me that you’re not gonna leave me and take another shot.”

“Fine,” Harry shrugged.

“Let’s go back t’ the bar then.”

He started to pull Mitch along but was stopped suddenly.

“No,” Mitch was quick to intervene.

“Y/N too. If you both drink, you can’t drive home and leave me,” he said proudly as if his idea was the smartest thing he’d ever come up with.

She knew it was only Mitch being sloppy drunk and acting like the idiot he always was, but Y/N couldn’t help but feel her palms begin to sweat. They couldn’t tell Mitch the real reason why she couldn’t drink with the group tonight, so she was quickly wracking her brain for another excuse now that she’d filled her belly with french fries since giving her last one.

But there was no need to think any further, as Harry stepped in for her.

“She can’t do tha’, mate. Now, c’mon. Let’s get some more tequila. Looks like Sarah needs another drink as well, hmm?”

Harry pinched his nose in annoyance. He was trying his hardest to keep this all under wraps, but Mitch was making it extremely difficult.

“Who are you? Her keeper? Telling her what she can and can’t do?” Mitch yelled.

“No, you nunce. She can’t drink because yeh can’t drink when you’re pregn-”

Fuck.

Harry clapped his hand over his mouth before he finished his sentence, but it was too late. He wasn’t sure what he was thinking when he said it. Wasn’t even sure if he was thinking at all, to be completely honest. He silently prayed that neither Mitch nor Sarah heard him, but he quickly realized that was untrue when they both stared between him and Y/N with wide eyes.

“Y/N L/N. Are you pregnant?” Sarah was the first to speak up.

Y/N felt like she was stuck in place, only able to look at Harry with a racing chest and her mouth agape. 

“I, um, I - yes?” It came out as more of a question due to her state of shock.

“I’m so fuckin’ sorry. Holy shit,” Harry exclaimed as he went back to Y/N’s side to console her.

He was spiraling in fear that Y/N was angry with him, but it was mostly the alcohol making him think so.

“You’re having a baby?” Mitch’s voice was unusually quiet for how loudly he had been yelling just moments ago.

“Yeah. We are,” she was laughing nervously as she spoke.

“Sorry that Harry ruined the surprise. We wanted to have a big party and tell everyone at the same time, but I guess the cat’s out of the bag for you guys.”

She rubbed Harry’s back with her palm, a silent reassurance for Harry that she wasn’t upset with him. Mitch and Sarah, however, they couldn’t read.

Mitch said nothing, only leaving his position beside Sarah to go stand in between Y/N and Harry. He looked at them both with an expression that resembled both anger and confusion, which only added to their discomfort.

In a split second, he had his arms around both of them, hugging them tightly.

“Holy shit! This is the best birthday present ever. Uncle Mitch and Aunt Sarah. What the fuck?!” he was rambling now, beaming from ear to ear as he ran over to pull Sarah, who was also losing her shit, just in her own seat and not on top of Harry and Y/N, into the group hug.

Their eyes caught each other in the midst of the friend-sandwich they were being forced to be a part of. A smile and knowing look were exchanged between them and they knew, despite it not coming out in the most fashionable way, their precious little bub would be surrounded by people that loved them dearly.

[the-firebird69]

We have several things to report and firstly experiencing a lot of weather and it is coming across the Gulf of Mexico and it is from Baileys no it's from just north of the existing canal and someone is flooding the caverns there and it is going to drop and cause a new canal to be formed and the Gulf of Mexico will empty faster and right now it does an empty much at all as the current comes into the Gulf and it will make it less brackish unfortunately the crabs will survive more and they will start to dominate the place again but people want to ship through there and go through there with big vessels and they will stop these stupid **** right now they can't go W and we want them to fairly soon that canal will open up and it will be about a mile deep and three miles wide and people have evacuated that area for about 80 miles to the north and 120 to the South and the canal is not in use because it's a radioactive area they give it about 5 more days and it's going to be completely collapsed if not sooner and shipping will begin as soon as they investigate it is going to be a hell of a time because foreigners including minorty morlock will come here to florida, in Mack Moorlock will evacuate and be displaced yes and in ocncert wiht other plans. It's going to change things and these jerks will be put in their place and it's going to happen in several ways they're going to come here so they can take the stashes and caches out of their areas and islands and it's going to be a fight a horrific fight okay it's going to be decent now we are waiting for this to happen because it's so horrible here and we are going to help it happen. And this is coming up just a few days or a week it won't be long and it is noted that the fighting has intensified at the power plant and that is the Turkey nuclear power plant just to the south of Miami. His intense fighting now and the clones are the cause and they're getting beat up by multiple parties and soon they will begin trying to destroy the place then they'll try the ship and they won't be able to move it and then they will try blowing nearby and it will start the process as it is a big dust cloud is coming from the West part of Africa and it is from yesterday it will be here in about 20 minutes and more shortly

Thor Freya

and good. if you get money an thosuands he gets an ebike. he heard it. said no way and he wont and yeh he will. yu said you would repay him mostly and he agreed. a running tally dinner lunches and good he said pay anyways and ok i see it. and they wll try no he will and sees they asses obstruct it alwasy and he starts in on htem now and good.

Hera a decent gy for his kind yes and he is worth stuff to them most here are not

we see he is nd work to help

macs and good a free ebike kinda good

Olympus

[stitch1830]

um so i have a really specific and sad scenario i hc that lin was severely, severely bullied as a child, and it got to the point where the assault was almost fatal. She was sent to the hospital where katara and the other healers healed some of her injuries, and so she could recover from the trauma. Toph is furious and heartbroken, not to mention stressed because she also needs to take care of a baby su. one day, when toph is by lin's bedside, lin has some internal bleeding and starts spitting and coughing up blood. toph starts panicking and she's shoved out of the room when the healers are trying to cure her. katara is asking lin to hold onto the metal railing of the bed, and lin obeys, gripping the railing as if her life depended on it. A few minutes later lin was not responding to katara's orders, and her hand falls from the metal railing. the healers are yelling that her heart stopped, and toph could feel it. [insert any gaang member here] has to hold her back as she threatens to break down the door. thankfully, katara was able to save lin at the price of lin being unconscious for a week or two. and then happy ending so yeh holy this ask got long, srry bout dat

Hi Anon, thank you for the ask, and your patience! I love hearing about people’s headcanons and chatting about them, so if you ever have more, feel free to send them my way :D Anyway, let’s chat!

Content warning: Severe bullying

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This seems like a very interesting hurt/comfort scenario between Toph and Lin and also the Gaang!

Toph is basically inconsolable while Lin is hurt and essentially fighting for her life, and the entire situation is super stressful. She just wants to be by Lin’s side and hold her hand and tell her that everything’s gonna be okay, but when Lin loses consciousness and she gets ushered out of the room, Toph is a mess. The Gaang is there to comfort her and support her, because they can’t imagine what they would be feeling if the roles were reversed. Toph can’t sit still while she waits for Katara and the other healers to give her an update, so she just quietly cries as she holds Suyin close. Because what else can she do? She doesn’t know, and the Gaang doesn’t know.

She’s monitoring Lin’s heart from the other room, and when it temporarily stops, Toph freaks out. Just… inconsolable. A mess.

When Katara stabilizes Lin and she says it’s okay for Toph to sit by her bedside, Toph doesn’t leave. She barely eats and sleeps until Lin wakes up, only taking care of herself when she has to take care of Su and everything. But Toph wants to be by Lin’s side when she wakes up, so that Lin knows that while she couldn’t help her, she was right by her side the whole time. When Lin finally does wake up, the first thing she says is “Mama?” and Toph cries out of relief. Lin’s awake, and she’s gonna be better, and that’s all that matters. They stay like that for a while, just talking and Toph asking how Lin is feeling now. Then the Gaang come to visit Lin as she recovers, and they bring baby Su to visit her big sister and Suyin is so happy.

The road to recovery is probably long and tough for Lin, especially emotionally, but she’s got her mom, her sister, and the rest of the Gaang for support, and that helps a ton. I can imagine Toph tries to hunt down Lin’s bullies to give them a good scolding/talk with the parents, but I think it depends on if Lin wants her mom to do that haha. But overall, this close call brings the Beifong family closer. The three of them are like peas in a pod, and they lean on each other a lot after that :’)

Ah! What an interesting scenario, and I think that covers the headcanon. Thank you again for the ask, Anon! Feel free to stop by again to send more headcanons, but until then, I hope you have a great day!

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Send me asks about ATLA, or anything, really! :D

[stylesunchained]

Playing House (PART 1)

Hello hello, darlings! Happy New Year! This is part one of this little adventure that I’ve decided to share with you as a little new year gift! Hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think! Lots of love, B xx

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You needed a change. You needed a change immediately or you’d go mad before the year was out.

Those were, more or less, the contents of the text you had sent Harry late one afternoon, after five excruciating months of quarantine with the constant presence of your roommate and her very loud work phone calls. Not that you weren’t working at home either but… it was too much. You couldn’t even remember what it felt like to be alone and able to take your time doing the things you needed instead of rushing to be out of her way.

“I need to move,” you cried out, huffing loudly and dragging your free hand over your face.

On your screen, Harry laughed and shook his head, sipping on his coffee as the bright sun shone from his kitchen windows. “Why don’t yeh?”

“Because!!” Because you never stopped to think about it or go after a new place to live. Or because you didn’t even know where to start or even because you were terrified of living completely alone for the first time… the list could go on.

“Been saying yeh wanted to live alone fo’ ages now…” He points out and you pout, looking off into the distance.

You had been - saying you wanted to live alone, that is. You had been saying it but saying it was much different than actually doing it and then the world turned on its axis and you had accepted your fate of dirty dishes that weren’t yours and messy common spaces and noises you couldn’t drown out no matter how hard you tried. You had accepted the constant company and the lack of self-awareness but now… well, now you were sick of it.

When work was still somewhere else and the only time you spent with her was the few moments between getting home and having dinner before retreating to your room, it was bearable. You could ignore it and sweep things under the rug to not cause any issues but things change and you certainly had changed and this was just… too much. Add that to the fact that you had nothing else to do other than work and look at the new apartments online, your hopes and dreams had been fueled by the desire of privacy - something you hadn’t had in a very long time.

And now… now things were slightly back to normal. And that meant you could try. That meant you could take a leap of faith and just do it. Right? Those were some of the many words Harry used to convince you, persuasive with his slow draw and sweet as honey voice. By the time he called you over later that week, you told him you were ready. You were going to do it, you were moving - he’d gone and convinced you and you had spent the last week looking for a flat, a new person to take your place and ironing details of this new chapter. What you didn’t tell him was that you were ecstatic but absolutely terrified.

“When d’yeh have to leave the old place?” His voice was a little muffled in the other room but you could still hear him from your place in his bed.

“Soon,” you sighed, laying back until your head hit one of his pillows. “The new girl is coming in three or four weeks, so…”

“Plenty of time to prepare, then,” he says, emerging from his bathroom with shampoo and conditioner bottles in his hand as well as what you assumed was an electric razor, his toothbrush and moisturizer.

A bag was wide open on top of the sturdy mattress and you could see the few things he’d managed to put inside - deodorant, a bottle of perfume, a few pairs of socks and some underwear, along with his old and scrappy notebook.

“Yeah, a little bit…” Shrugging, you rolled on your side, head resting on your hand as you looked up at him. Ever since you arrived, he’d been going about his room, gathering his belongings and throwing it in the bag while you sat there and watched quietly.

“So you’ll be free for the next few weeks,” his voice, as well as his expression, had a tinge of curiosity and his brows rose up as if to encourage you to say yes, you are free for the next few weeks.

“I guess so,” Squinting, suspicion washed over you but despite it, you took his bait. “Why do you ask?”

“‘M off to Italy for a bit,” he starts nonchalantly, focused on the way he’s folding the t-shirts he’d retrieved from his closet. “And I was wondering if yeh would do me a favour.”

It was an easy and simple bargain - while Harry was off, away in Italy, working, reading, eating pasta and frolicking under the Italian sun (his words, not yours), you’d house sit for him. When he came back, he’d help you move.

“Yeh can practice living on your own like a big girl,” Harry smirked, eyes glinting with mischief.

“Be nice or I’ll kidnap all of your records,” you threatened, rolling your eyes at him and he scoffed, the leathery belt in his hand slapping against your thigh with a vengeance, making you squawk, skin tingling with the sharp sensation. “Harry!”

Turns out two or three weeks was not plenty of time to prepare and by the time he’d texted you to let you know he was coming home soon, you were up to your neck with things to do. Living alone was not that simple, apparently - it meant you had many many other things to worry about than just finding the perfect cushion cover to go with your new couch or buying that new bed you were daydreaming about for the past year.

It had taken over your life completely, so much so you had forgotten to give him back his keys - and that was a week ago. Ever the gentleman (or was he just too busy?), he hadn’t said a word but you were well aware the only pair of keys to his office was safely tucked into one of the many inside pockets of your purse and you were sure sooner or later, he’d need it - even if he was too much of a nice person to ask.

The desperation to escape the chaos of your half-packed half-unpacked old flat along with the guilt of being an inconvenience is enough to convince you and, by the time Saturday rolls around, you make your way to his place with his keys in hand (and maybe a few records you had, indeed, kidnapped for a week or so).

The house looks empty from where you’re standing, just as you left it a week ago - curtains closed, lights off and not a sign of life anywhere to be seen. Frowning, you check the time - 9 AM. He should be up by now…

Confused, you type in the code at his gate before going in, digging through your purse for the house keys. Did you get it wrong? Was he still in Italy? Had you doomed any plants or food in his fridge by getting the dates wrong and leaving before you should’ve?

The thought alone sends anxiety coursing through your veins, urging you to head towards his door. It’s firmly locked, as you had left it and you don’t hear a peep - no TV, no music, not even the kettle or feet against the hardwood floors. Fuck, you really did fuck up…

Eyes scanning the foyer, you don’t notice anything different - there are no shoes, no coats or bags left anywhere and you frown, confused and more anxious. Was he or wasn’t he back? Slowly, you walk down the hallway, everything in the same place you had left it. That is until you turn around the corridor…

Leaning against the counter, he’s nose deep into his cup of coffee while scrolling through his phone and he is also, much to your surprise, naked as the day he was born. You can see everything - from head to toe, tanned skin stretched over strong muscles, some spots darker from the sun than others, as well as every drop of ink, some of which you had never been privy to before.

He looks warm - shiny from sweat that curls the ends of his hair, droplets of it over his neck and shoulder, he seems just back from a workout and you feel your stomach swoop when your eyes inevitably find his cock. There’s a moment of silence before you process the sight before your eyes but when you do, you gasp, hands covering your mouth while you stand there, frozen in place.

The noise startles him just as he tips his cup for another sip and he squawks when he sees you, hands fumbling, making burning hot coffee spilling from his cup to his chin down his neck and chest before he drops it with a loud thud on the counter.

He hisses before cursing and your hands tighten over your mouth even as you shriek an “Oh my god!”

“Fuck, it burns!”

Agony tints his voice and he doubles over, trying to stop the liquid from running down his body and it’s all you need to shift into action. With legs that feel nearly numb from the adrenaline, you rush over, grabbing the nearest dish towel, offering it to him with shaky hands and he takes it, beet red cheeks like neon signs on his face.

“I didn’t— when did yeh...?”

Mouth opening and closing, you try to make a sound but you can’t - there’s more to see now that you’re closer, details of his body you never ever thought you’d see and it leaves you speechless, eyes flicking up to his as your cheeks seem to heat up enough to match his.

“I— um—“ and it’s only then you look off to the side, deep breath to try and calm your racing heart and trembling hands.

“If I knew—“

“I was only— you gave me the keys—“

“Keys?”

“I didn’t think— I’m sorry, are you alright?”

“‘M f-fine, I—“ Following the path your eyes had been taking over his body and back up, Harry drops both hands to cover himself, eyes averting yours when he looks up again. “Stings a bit but I’m fine, y— what are yeh doing here?”

You swear you had never seen him this red or this shocked - it’s clear in his eyes and the stance as he tries to cover himself up, moving slowly as to not startle either one of you anymore. Guilt eats at you when you see the dark stain of the coffee against his skin, the edges of it already going red from the mild burn and it makes you whimper, remorse and shame burning a hole in your chest.

“What are yeh doing—“ Harry squawks when you kneel but you dismiss him with a wave of your still shaky hand, opening the drawer where he keeps all of his kitchen towels instead. You dig through, snatching the first one you see that seems soft enough and when you look up, you’re face to face with his crotch, his hands the only thing between your face and his cock.

“I— I was just bringing back the keys to the house,” you let out breathless, standing up so quickly it makes you dizzy but you squeeze your eyes shut for only a second before opening them again. Running the fabric under cold water before twisting the excess out, you reach for him with gentle hands, dragging the wet cloth over his shoulder and chest, down his sternum and belly where the coffee-stained his skin, taking away the stickiness but leaving the redness behind. “Fuck, Harry, I’m sorry, I’m so—“

“S’okay,” he says but he’s still frozen in place and he hisses slowly when you drag the fabric over a particularly red spot. “S’not your fault, I spilled—“

“I should’ve texted,” you say, remorseful. “Or...”

“M’mean, that might’ve helped some,” Harry admits with a dry laugh, wincing when the skin pulls. It’s red and bright compared to the rest of him but it isn’t a deep burn and for that you’re thankful - your guilt was worse than the wrath of millions who would want you dead if they knew you had hurt him.

“I’m—“

“S’okay, it’ll fix itself,” he says gently.

Here he was, butt naked and wounded because of your clumsiness and still he was trying to calm you down. It’s safe to say it doesn’t work - his kindness only makes you feel guiltier and more embarrassed and tears well up in your eyes from the sudden mix of feelings.

“I’m sorry!” It’s tortured and whiny and you lean in, resting your forehead to his shoulder, hand resting over the butterfly on his stomach. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you, I jus—“

“Darling,” calm but firm, Harry stops you and after carefully removing one of his hands from where he’s covering himself, he grabs your wrist, pulling you until you’re a few inches away from him. “It’s all good. Now if yeh jus’ let me get dressed—“

Slightly awkwardly positioned as he tries to get you off of him without your hand touching anything inappropriate or giving you more of an eyeful than you already had, both your breathing’s are harsh and loud enough to catch the other's attention. “I’m—“

“Stop saying you’re sorry,” he soothes you and you notice the way the corner of his lips ticks up when your eyes drop down again before you roll your head back, blinking up at his ceiling. “Told yeh m’fine, just need t’put a bloody pair of pants on....”

“Okay, yeah, go… go,” Nodding, you shoo him away, hands covering your eyes so he can turn around.

You hear his bare feet slapping against the floor and you let out a shaky breath before dropping your hands but it’s still too early and he’s just a few steps away. Head to toe, bare ass fully visible you watch his tense shoulders as he walks away and you can’t help but whimper, heat bubbling up your body from your toes to the very top of your head.

Your legs feel like jello and your heart is still racing even when you hear him clear his throat before a door shuts behind him and it’s then you finally allow yourself to inhale sharply. What in the world had just happened? How could you possibly erase the image of his fully naked body from your brain?

Desperate for a distraction and something to occupy your clammy hands, you search for cleaning products and a clean rag before leaning over the coffee stains and getting to work. First a damp cloth over the stains, then a bit of product, then a gentle scrub - one, two and three, you go through the routine you’d normally do on your floors. You’re thankful for the distraction and the strong smell of the cleaning products, which seem to put things back into perspective a bit - it wasn’t that pretty, was it? It wasn’t and yo—

“What are yeh doing?”

Harry’s voice startles you and just like that, every thought and feeling comes rushing back, hitting you like a ton of bricks. He’s covered now - gym shorts and a tank top - but it does nothing to erase the memory of his naked body and you gulp, frozen in place.

“There’s— there’s coffee,” you say, barely breathing. “It’ll stain, you don’t want a stain on the floors, I’m trying to—“

“Let me do that,” he says. “S’not something you need to get on your knees for.”

Both of you pause at that, heat climbing up your body and you groan, sitting back, dropping the rag so your hands can cover your face. “I’m never gonna live this down, am I?”

You hear him laugh and you look up, watching as Harry scratches the back of his neck sheepishly. “It’s not... something that usually happens with us,” he says.

Nodding robotically, you swallow the question that climbs up your throat and accept his hand when he extends it to help you get up. Somehow, touching him feels different now - skin on skin makes your palms sweaty and your knees weak and paired with the memory of his body, it’s like you now know what he feels like naked.

An awkward silence falls between you as he pulls you up and close, a hand on your waist to steady you when you sway while you exchange nervous looks that seem to stem from the same nervous energy that surrounds you.

“So” Harry starts suddenly, startling you when he breaks the nearly deafening silence in the room. “How was it for you?”

It’s a joke - at least it’s supposed to be one - and you know he’s trying to break the tension and bring you both back to the easy and effortless dynamic you usually have but it makes your jaw drop, completely at a loss. No laugh, no giggle and instead of pushing him away, you can’t help but look him up and down, deep in thought.

How was it for you? Electrifying is one way to put it - it’s been over twenty minutes since and you’re still thinking about it. He looked good but then again you’ve always known he did. Just because you were his friend didn’t mean you were immune to the effects he had on virtually every human he ever met - you still vividly remember the way your heart fluttered when he hugged you before placing a kiss to your cheek the first few times you met (and quite a few times after that). You still got a little woozy when he got drunk and extra touchy with you but you had always been friends and nothing more than that and now… now you’ve seen him naked. You’ve seen in vivid detail the dark ink of his ferns tattoos leading to a soft patch of hair and then to his cock and you’re pretty sure the image will be permanently etched onto your brain.

Pretty isn't a word anyone would use to describe someone’s penis but it seemed to be the one your brain had chosen for his, closely accompanied by the words “big”, “thick” and “pink” - the last one doing a number on you, your mouth watering at the thought, a pull behind your navel that makes your legs weak. You weren’t supposed to - this was nothing more than an accident - but the sight of him and every detail of his body seemed to be tattooed on your eyelids, springing up like a high-quality picture every time you squeezed your eyes shut.

Heat springs up at the very center of you and spreads along your body, making you feel dizzy and breathless and also, extremely stupid. Anyone else would’ve been just fine - he’s only a man (a very beautiful looking one at that) but still, just a man and most of all, your friend, and you weren’t allowed these kinds of feelings.

Your silence prompts him to laugh - a humourless one followed by a “That bad, huh?” while he steps back and away from you and you’re quick to react.

“No!” Quick, loud almost, which is too much of a reaction and almost worse than complete silence. “I mean—“ huffing, you slap him with the towel you had used to clean him up earlier. “Why are you asking?”

You watch as he opens his mouth then closes again, looking to the floor as if it’ll give him an answer - why was he asking? Why did he want to know? Was he—

“Would expect more of a reaction when someone saw me naked fo’ the first time...” Harry says finally. His voice tries to joke, fake offence tinting it along with a quick laugh but it’s forced and his eyes seem to search yours for answers you’re refusing to give him.

Humming lowly, lips closed tightly, you avert his gaze, arms crossing over your chest like a shield when you open your mouth again, lies spilling from your lips. “Didn’t really see…much,” you say. “Just kind of... walked in.”

“Think yeh saw plenty,” he says and when you look at him again, his cheeks are flushed. “Weren’t that far and yeh got closer.”

“It’s not like I—“ You start, fumbling for words to explain yourself.

“Not like what?”

“It’s not like I really saw you,” you say. “Intentionally.”

No, it was not intentional - you don’t think you could ever come up with a clever enough way to catch him in the nude intentionally. But even if not intentional, it had been enough to spark something inside of you.

“Would yeh like to?”

His question is almost shy, tentative - like he’s testing the waters before diving in - but it takes you completely off guard.

“What?”

Certain you’ve heard him wrong, you ask him breathlessly and you watch while he flounders, bare nail scratching against the hair on his jaw.

“S’ just a question....”

But it wasn’t. It wasn’t just a question. A simple question wouldn’t imply any intention but this… this sounds like a proposal.

Stepping forward, Harry leans against the counter and you can feel the heat rolling off of him in waves as you two stand close enough for touching.

“That’s a—“ gulping, you grip to the edge of his counter and you look everywhere but his face, your nerves getting the best of you. “It’s a we-weird question,” you laugh nervously.

“‘M a curious man…”

It feels like a fever dream - all of it - but especially this. One moment you two were staring at each other, your ragged breathing the only thing breaking the heavy silence that seemed to have descended onto the room and the next, his hands were on you and your lips were on his.

Head tilting and lips parting, you allowed Harry to kiss you - your good friend, your mate, the one you were positively sure nothing ever could happen with was kissing you hard enough to make you whimper. Deep and unrelenting, his tongue slid into your mouth and massaged yours slowly, while his hands gripped your waist, pulling you closer to him.

Blindly stumbling down the hall, the two of you seem to have forgotten that you need to breathe, your lips parting only to reunite again half a second later, the sounds of heavy breathing and filthy lips smacking ringing in your eyes while he presses you to his bedroom door.

“Wha—“ you try to speak but his lips are on your again and your eyes roll while you moan, your hands dragging over his chest and up his neck.

Who cares what you were going to say? Who cares that this is the most absurd thing that the two of you have ever done? Who cares? Who cares when he tastes like the mint of his toothpaste and his skin smells like soap and man and his hands feel like they’re burning paths over every inch of your body he touches? Who cares when he feels warm and sturdy while he presses you to the door and you feel, much to your surprise, his hand cupping your breast over your dress… certainly not you. You don’t care at all and you want him to keep going even if the sane part of you is telling you to stop it.

When his hand abandons your body and he pulls away for a second to open the door, that same sane part of your brain, even if a little muddled with desire, gains some clarity. You stop yourself halfway from leaning in to kiss his neck and your fingers twist in the hair at the nape of his neck so you can make him look at you.

“Are we being stupid?” You ask breathlessly, voice tortured and eyes locked on him.

“No,” shaking his head, Harry leans in and his mouth is on yours again while he pushes you into the room, kicking the door closed behind him and nearly toppling over you when he trips on his own feet. “No,” repeats again when he steadies himself, a hand on the back of your head while the other presses to your waist as he pushes you back towards his bed. “Not stupid, no.”

“This is coercion,” you mumble accusingly, walking back with him, and he laughs, only kissing you harder. Your hands slide under the hem of his shirt so you can press them to his back and you can’t help but drag your nails over his skin, delighting in the moan that comes out of him.

“Arrest me, then…”

The back of your knees hit the edge of the bed and you squeal as you two fall back, all six foot of him landing on you. You huff but he cackles and you cry out with a laugh, sliding your leg around his hip so the two of you can fit better, the weight of his pelvis pressing to yours making heat pool low in your belly.

Call it impulse or a whim, the catalyst had been the tension that seemed to gain a life of itself from the second you spotted him bare. It was all-consuming and raw, so overwhelming it seems like neither of you can fight it as it takes over your brains and body - like an invisible force that keeps pushing both of you as you go.  

This was insane and you’re sure he’d agree weren’t Harry so busy dragging his lips down your neck and his hands up your thighs, bringing with him the dress that inches up your body until it’s off somewhere on the floor. You’re sure he’d agree emphatically wasn’t he very firmly pressed against your center, so much so that you can feel his cock through the flimsy thin fabric of his running shorts and your knickers. You were sure if any of you were of sound mind and in control of your cognitive abilities, he’d not have his mouth on your nipple and fingers teasing your cunt and you’d most definitely not have given in to whatever primal instinct that had possessed you to slide your hand under his pants and slowly but surely drag your trembling fingers up and down the length of his cock, thumb dragging over the vein. You were sure … What were you sure of? Nothing at all, it seems, because doubts are erased from your brain when item after item of clothing is discarded until his bare chest is pressed to your bare chest, your hands working him up until he’s nice and full, the head pink and leaking pre-cum as you tease him.

With a hand over your breast and another on your ass, mouth on yours as he kisses you long and deep, you can’t help but let go of him, hands sliding over his chest while your thighs spread open wider and the two of you move slowly, naked bodies grinding against the other. It’s a lot - the sweat, the smell, the friction (the heaviness of his hard cock resting over your bare slit, teasing your clit every time he presses down harder) - and you’re both lost in it, intoxicated by the taste and the feeling enough that you don’t notice his bare cock is pressed to your entrance until he presses in until he’s buried to the hilt. Letting out a sharp gasp, your body tenses up, spine bowing and head thrown back.

“H-hooly fuck…”

Filled with awe and incredulity, Harry’s voice trembles as he moans, his once taut neck relaxing until he can drop his head to your chest, heavy breathing washing over your skin while the two of you stay silent and still. Heart hammering, ears ringing and nails digging into his shoulders, you try gulping down quick breaths to calm you down enough so you can relax but it proves difficult as the overwhelming sensation of his cock stretching your walls makes your eyes and entrance sting and something pull behind your navel.

“Shit,” Harry cries out, gulping down breaths, lips dragging over the side of your breast, the tip of his nose tickling your skin. His facial hair, fuller than he’s ever let it get before, scratches lightly against you, raising goosebumps that seem to spread from where his touching, all over your body and it adds to the bone-melting sensation. “Shit, fuck, you’re--”

Tight. Very tight. You know it because you feel it too - walls pulsing around him, he can’t seem to move, your knees locked on his sides. You can see the way his eyes roll and his hands tremble as he drags them down your side before dipping between the two of you, index and middle finger pressing to your clit, drawing slow circles that make you twitch and bear down on him.

“T-too much,” you gasp and twist under him but he presses forward again until every inch of him is buried inside of you.

“Shh,” mumbling against your skin, he drags his tongue over your pert nipple before suckling, tongue toying with the pebbled nub while his fingers keep circling your clit, making you cry out. “Shh, you’re okay, shh...”

“Too much, too mu-- H-Harry, please...” you’re not a beggar but you’re begging for his mercy then. There’s a lot of him - smooth skin over hard muscle over six feet of him that stretch on top of you, lengthy and thick cock pressed so deep you can feel him in your belly, heavy weight resting on you as he, too, trembles and tries to take in what just happened. He’s inside of you - deep, hard, unrelenting - and he feels good but he’s also too much. Never ever had you been this full - there’s not an inch left inside of you for him to fill - and it’s turning you to goo, your knees weak and hands shaking and cunt pulsing until you’re so wet you can feel it drip when he finally manages to pull back and thrust inside again.

“‘S it,” he marvels, pushing up onto his elbows until he’s hovering above you, stomachs rubbing as he slowly moves in and out and in and out again, eyes flickering down to where you’re joined together. “‘S it, good girl, go-- fuck, you’re dripping, darling…”

Hips bucking up, you cry out, revelling in his praise and you can’t help but let your eyes and clammy desperate hands drag up and down his torso. Your nails scratch against the stark contrast of his tattoos against sweaty skin - some of them you can feel against your fingertips while others have no distinguishing feeling, the texture mixed with the smell and sensation of him making fireworks go off in your brain and body. What is this, you want to ask. How the hell does sex with a friend feel like this? There’s nothing you could compare it to because you’ve never felt this before - the fullness, the connection, the need…

Every thrust of his cock reaches deep inside of you and seems to evoke the need for another and another and another. When your lips find his again, despite the difficulty to breathe, you melt into it, tongue sliding against his in a slow, teasing drag that makes your toes curl and your hands cling tighter to his back. He tastes good but he smells even better - like his perfume from the night before and soap and now sweat, that drips from his hair down to his neck and chest, the sheen of it glinting in the light coming through the window. You want to taste it - him - like you tasted his tongue and when you do, nose buried in his neck while your tongue dips out so you can drag it over his skin, you feel electrified.

“Again,” his voice rumbles in his chest and you tighten your arm around his neck, nose pressing tightly to the spot under his ear where his hair tickles your nose and you can smell him best. “D-do tha’ again, fuck, do that again…”

Tongue flat, you lick up his neck before you pull his lobe between your teeth then down again, suckling on his pulse point until Harry’s grunt melts into a moan and he falters mid thrust, dropping his hips as his trembling arms give in and he lands on you with a huff.

“M’ neck--” he gulps but he doesn’t have to say it - it’s his sweet spot and you smile against the skin of it while peppering desperate kisses to it.

“I know,” you nod, turning your head until your mouths press together. “I know, just don’t--” Squirming underneath him, you roll your hips as much as the weight of him allows you to and the two of you moan in unison against each other’s mouths. “Don’t s-stop, please…”

You’ve always known he was a good listener but this truly took the cake - after he picked up his pace again, he never stopped. He was everywhere and you couldn’t get enough of it - hand pressed to your belly, forehead pressing to yours and cock so deep you could see it pressing to your stomach every time he fucked in harder, he never stopped until you were unravelling. It happened out of nowhere and it took both of you by surprise when you squeezed around him, walls pulsing and body shaking from head to toe, head thrown back as his name fell from your lips like a mantra you couldn’t stop repeating. “Harry, Harry, Harry, H-Harry…!”

It was explosive. It started on the very center of you and sprawled over your body - each flick of his thumb paired with the deep thrusts of his cock sent you closer and closer to the edge until you were possessed by the burning heat of it. You were seeing blind - white spots splattered over darkness in your eyes while you wound arms and legs around his body, pressing him against you as tightly as you could.

“Fuck!” You shout against his shoulder, shaking and twisting under him. “F-fuck, fuck, holy fu--”

You’re breathless, sore and spent but you can’t stop. He looks wild on top of you - hair pointing every which way and sticking to his skin, he keeps going and you can’t let go. Hands hovering all over you, you move with him and you watch in awe while his eyes roll back and he curses under his breath, praising you - your cunt, your lips, your breasts, your smell, everything is good and you’re his good girl every time you kiss him.

Eager hands reach between you and you carefully but teasingly play with his balls, making him stutter and shiver from head to toe. “I’m gonna cum!” Harry warns, bewildered and shocked. “I’m go-- keep doing tha’, please darling, gonna make me cu-cum…”

“Please?” You beg, moaning against his lips, fingers teasing his balls. “Please, I want you to cum…”

Harry cums like he fucked you - hard, intense and hot, spurt after spurt of warm cum filling you up while his hips kept going, the loud noise of your wetness and his cum filling the space between you while he moved in and out, your hands on his ass to help him keep moving towards his finish. It’s a lot, so much so that you can both hear it and feel it drip and Harry’s teeth sink into your shoulder when he pulls out, his balls squeezing as he lets out the last bit of him against your stomach.

You can feel his cock against you, wet from both of you and spent just like you, but you don’t mind - bodies sweaty and tangled, you both cling to each other as your breathing slowly goes back to normal.

It’s a long time before either of you speaks again and the silence is only filled with the sounds of your nails dragging over his scalp before Harry bravely speaks up, his voice muffled by your neck.

“So…” he starts and you giggles, his lips tickling your neck. “How was it for you?”

Cackling, you shake your head, fingers pinching his side gingerly and he yelps, burrowing further against you.

“Silly boy,” you joke, fingers tangled in his hair.

“Gonna ask yeh t’ take care of the house more often,” Harry jokes, pulling up until he’s nose to nose with you, lips pressing to yours in a gentle kiss.

“What’s in it for me?” You ask, arms wrapping around his neck, a smile playing at your lips.

“Me,” he tells you and you squawk, laughing. “We could play house again…” His voice is as cheeky as his smile and the glint in his eyes, letting you know “playing house” is the last thing on his mind.

Rolling your eyes, you pull him down until your mouths are pressed together, the slow drag of his tongue igniting the desire deep inside of you. There’s a lot you want to say, a lot you want to ask but for now, “playing house” under his sheets seems like a good way to start.