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megalony · 4 years ago

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Open your eyes

This is a dad! Harry Styles imagine that I hope everyone is going to enjoy, there is a tiny bit of angst but mostly fluff, feedback is always lovely.

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Summary: When their boys start fighting and one of them gets a rather bad injury, (Y/n) and Harry have to take him to the hospital where they get recognised.

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An unconscious smile formed on (Y/n)'s lips when she heard the all too familiar voice of her husband singing away, presumably to Lilah considering it was Only Angel he was singing and that was the song he always sang for their daughter.

His voice started to get closer and his melody sung through the kitchen as (Y/n) lifted her eyes from the plate she was washing to glance out the window in front of her to check on the boys. She couldn't help but roll her eyes when she caught sight of Alex and Carter squabbling. They never seemed to need a reason to have a fight or bicker like an old married couple and (Y/n) knew that most siblings didn't get along well at the best of times but she had hoped the twins would at least get along but they couldn't seem to be able to.

"They're at it again." (Y/n) sighed through her words as she turned her head to look at Harry over her shoulder. Her eyes followed him as he moved to sit down at the round kitchen table, settling Lilah properly on his lap so the seven-month-old was leaning her back up against his chest.

Harry's singing momentarily stopped and his head lifted up so he could try and peer out of the kitchen window but he didn't really need to see the boys since he could hear their voices getting louder and louder by the second. The couple knew well enough to know that they could leave the twins to argue or squabble for a while before having to intervene. It got to a certain point and they both knew when that point was which told them to separate the boys.

Harry silently shook his head at (Y/n) before he looked down at his girl and gently started to bounce her up and down on his lap to hear her giggle.

"I told you to leave those." Anne's stern yet defeated tone caused Harry to smile when he caught (Y/n)'s eye who simply smiled.

"You cooked dinner, the least I can do is help you clean up." (Y/n) and Harry had an unspoken rule when they were at home, if one of them cooked then the other would do the dishes and clean up because it only seemed fair that way. They were round at Harry's mother's house for dinner today and she had cooked without letting them intervene or help, mostly because Harry took over the kitchen when he was cooking. She shouldn't have to do the dishes as well.

Quite by chance, (Y/n) tilted her head up to look out of the window again when she heard Alex shouting something but when her eyes locked on her boys, it felt like her heart had dropped to her stomach like a stone falling to the bottom of the ocean. It felt like she couldn't breathe when she watched Alex ball his hand up into a fist and smash his hand into the side of Carter's head causing him to stumble.

The plate in (Y/n)'s hands dropped down into the sink but the clattering noise of the plate pivoting into the silver sink didn't reach (Y/n)'s ears over the deafening white noise she could hear.

(Y/n) could feel her lungs shrivelling up into nothing in her chest when she watched helplessly as one of her boys fell so harshly and quickly that his head smacked into the concrete verge that merged onto the grass the other twin was still standing on. It was as if the fall happened in slow motion, (Y/n) could see the fright in her boy's eyes and the way his head bounced off the floor before thumping back down and staying there. The moment his head fell down again, his body went motionless and flopped like a rag doll against the concrete.

(Y/n) felt like screaming but the only noise that seemed to leave her lips was a desperate choking sound like the oxygen in the air had evaporated and she was clawing for air.

"(Y/n)? (Y/n) what's happened?" Harry's head whipped round to look at (Y/n)'s horror-stricken face before she was suddenly bolting for the back door and stumbling down the small step to get out into his mother's garden.

Unsure what was happening, Harry stood up quickly before he leaned over so that his mother could take Lilah from him to let him go and find out what was happening. A worried look passed between him and Anne before he thundered through the kitchen and out into the garden after (Y/n) but the moment Harry looked at the scene in front of him, he couldn't breathe.

The look on Harry's face was indescribable when his eyes found Carter laying motionless on the floor with a small streak of blood beneath his head and his twin stood three feet away with tears streaming down his face and his body also motionless with shock.

(Y/n) wasted no time in falling to her knees, not caring how the gravel and stones grated against her skin as she shuffled closer to one of her boys. Her hands started to shake as she reached out cautiously for Carters's head, trying to be as gentle as she could when turning his head so she could look at the damage. The growing anxiety in (Y/n)'s chest started to ignite into pain when Carter didn't make a single sound or move at all, the impact seemed to have knocked him out straight away or caused him to faint but either way, (Y/n) didn't like it. She wanted him to cry, she wanted her boy to wail and scream and shout because she would feel better if he was conscious.

"Carter... Carter, baby look at me, come on... Harry he isn't responding!" Tears welled up in (Y/n)'s eyes as she turned to look over at Harry who was still stood in the same place like he was frozen in time.

Her words seemed to break Harry out of his trance and he moved down to kneel at her side, looking at Carter's head to assess the damage. There was a wound just over his left brow but the blood was making it too difficult to see how deep it was but Harry guessed it was rather bad.

(Y/n) let Harry's hands replace hers that were gently holding Carter's neck to keep his head turned at an angle and the wound away from the floor.

"Carter, baby you need to open your eyes for me. Come on wake up." Harry rubbed his fingers over the pressure point in Carter's neck, trying to stimulate his nerves to wake him up before he moved his hand to rub over his chest, making sure he was breathing properly at least. Harry took a stab in the dark to guess that Carter had fainted rather than knocked himself unconscious because his breathing was rather fast and as if it was trying to even out. He might have panicked in a split second and passed out.

"I- I didn't m..mean to..."

"Alex go inside and stay with nana." Harry looked over at his other son, trying to keep his voice calm and level as not to scare Alex when he was already petrified at what he'd done to his brother. They couldn't have Alex hovering around because he was only scaring himself and it wasn't fair.

When Alex disappeared inside (Y/n) looked back down at Carter who was still motionless but his eye was beginning to turn a rather dark shade and his brow and the side of his head was starting to swell up like a balloon. Harry's hands were resting either side of Carter's neck to try and keep his head in place with his thumbs brushing over the skin and his fingers pressing a little harder so he could keep trying to concentrate on his boys heartbeat and make sure he was okay.

The moment a small, slow moan left Carter's mouth both Harry and (Y/n) shuddered and breathed like it was the first time they'd tasted the fresh air. Carter tried to move his head but Harry's hands made that impossible for him and he clearly didn't have much to any energy at all, he couldn't even manage to open his eyes but that didn't stop the tears from starting to fall.

"Alright, Carter I'm going to pick you up now, try not to move baby." Harry's hands left Carter's neck before he moved round so he could slip his arms under his boy's frame and very carefully pick him up as (Y/n) kept his head up so he didn't hurt his neck.

The couple headed back inside the kitchen, finding Alex smothered in Anne's hug and Lilah presumably in her carrier in the lounge somewhere.

Harry sat down at the table once again and carefully adjusted Carter in his arms but his eyes locked with his mother's, silently begging her to come over and take a look because Harry was sure this didn't look good. A trip to the hospital might be needed. (Y/n) grabbed a wet flannel before bending down beside Harry and very gently dabbed it against Carter's head but her arm retracted quickly when he all but screamed, his body jolting and writhing in Harry's arms from the pain.

"Shh, it's okay baby, we just need to take a look." (Y/n) tried to clean the blood away as best she could until they could actually see the extent of the wound but it was the bruising and swelling that was beginning to worry everyone.

When Carter let out a half-hearted scream, Harry started to rub his hand up and down his side and press his lips to Carter's hair to try and soothe him and calm him down. His screams turned to whines and moans of pain that showed he was still on the verge of falling unconscious and the pain seemed to blind him for he couldn't face the effort or the pain of opening his eyes.

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Turning her head, (Y/n) looked at Harry sitting beside her when she could hear him quietly humming beside her and she realised his lips were resting against Carter's forehead and he was humming a song to try and keep him calm and settled. Harry was never a fan of waiting like this, it gave him too much time to overthink and panic about everything and he never knew what to do with himself. Sitting here in the waiting room in A&E without anything to do made Harry nervous.

He'd had his head tilted down for so long that his neck was beginning to seize up and his shoulders were hurting from being slightly hunched over to try and give Carter some love and reassurance.

The seven-year-old was laid over Harry's lap with his head resting up against Harry's shoulder and an ice pack wrapped up in a flannel pressed against the left side of his face. The ice pack was directly over his brow and eye to try and help with the swelling and the flannel covered half of his face which Harry was glad about. People in the waiting room had already been whispering and pointing and glancing over but this way they couldn't take any pictures of Carter or see what he looked like.

Harry had done his best of the years to make sure that the media didn't get any pictures or looks at his children, he didn't want them growing up in the media or with people constantly taking pictures of them because it would be scary and unfair. Harry wouldn't even disclose their ages or names when he was in interviews, he wanted his family life to be private and be his, not for the public.

It was times like these that Harry wished he wasn't famous or that the fans weren't as intervening as they were. He loved the fans, he really did because they made him who he was today, but when they tried to get involved or talk or be nosy in panicked situations like this it upset him because they had no sense of boundaries at times.

"Can I take a look, baby?" Harry pulled his head back so he could look down at Carter who simply made a weak noise, too tired and in pain to give a proper response.

Trying to be careful, Harry lifted the flannel and moved the ice pack so he could see the damage as (Y/n) leaned her chin on his shoulder so she could see too. The swelling had gone down a tiny bit but the bruising was only getting worse and his eye would be swollen shut soon at this rate. With a sigh, Harry moved the ice pack and flannel back to where they were before he rested his chin on top of Carter's head before slowly beginning to sway them both side to side.

When their name was called out neither of them could have been more thankful because the whispers were starting to get louder and fingers were being pointed in their direction.

(Y/n) gently took Carter's hand and held it to the ice pack so it wouldn't fall or move when Harry carefully stood up with Carter still in his arms. Holding him like this for this long reminded Harry of when he was a baby or a toddler because he always used to want to be carried everywhere and Harry always obliged.

They didn't get three paces before their heads turned to the left when someone exclaimed 'it's Harry' and he noticed three people getting up like they were going to approach him. Would they really want to talk to him right now when he had his child in his arms- in A&E? This wasn't the place to try and get a picture or an autograph or even a kind hello from Harry because he wasn't in the mood.

Normally he tried to be kind and considerate, if fans asked for a picture or just a hug he obliged because he knew it wasn't every day that people could meet an idol or someone they liked or admired. He understood what it was like to want an autograph or just a glimpse of someone he really admired but right now wasn't the time. His child was ill and he was at the hospital, this wasn't the time to be making conversations or friends.

It felt horrible but Harry hid his face next to Carter's who he held a little closer to his chest to make sure he was hidden before he turned his side to whoever was approaching them.

He could see (Y/n) looking at the floor out the corner of his eye as she looped her arm through his own, desperate to be invisible.

"Harry! Harry!"

He couldn't help it, he couldn't help the way his head turned in the sound of the voice because it was automatic for Harry to search out who was calling out to him, he never liked to ignore people. His eyes set on a girl who he guessed was around nineteen or so and she had her arm cradled to her chest making him sure she had broken or damaged her wrist.

When the girl tried to reach out for him Harry shook his head and pulled out of her reach before looking at Carter resting in his arms who was very quietly moaning and whimpering every so often. Surely she couldn't believe Harry was going to talk to her when he was here with his injured child who was now about to be seen by a doctor?

"Can I get a picture?"

"...I'm sorry..." Harry motioned to his son again before he regretfully turned away from her and walked with (Y/n) in the direction of the nurse they were going to follow to get Carter checked out. The bleeding had slowed down a little but the wound looked deep and they had to make sure there was no proper damage done to his head or even his eye.

The moment they got out of the waiting room and were advancing down a corridor the sound of a camera flash caught them both off guard. Harry felt (Y/n) pushing herself into his side and her head tilted even lower towards the floor. She always knew marrying Harry came with the fans and the media and constantly being watched and photos but she hated being photographed, especially at times like these and without permission.

(Y/n) could still remember when they went to the hospital to have the twins and someone had spotted them. Photos got leaked everywhere of the couple entering the hospital where (Y/n) was clearly in agony and didn't look her best or very happy at all.

"Please don't take pictures, we're in a hospital." Harry had to stop himself from saying 'have some respect' but it was how he felt. It wasn't that respectful to take pictures of him like this without asking when they were in a hospital and clearly not here to visit anyone.

His words didn't seem to stop the girl who took another photo despite what he just said before she leaned closer, clearly trying to look at Carter since barely anyone of the public knew about Harry's family and kids.

"Don't do that." His voice was low and his words were practically growled as he made sure the flannel was covering Carter enough so that his features couldn't be seen or made out. He didn't want any pictures of Carter surfacing on the internet, especially not when half of his face was swollen and bruised because that wouldn't be nice or fair to him at all.

Harry tangled his fingers into the back of Carter's hair to try and make sure he was okay and calm before they speeded up after the nurse who was looking to try and assess the situation. The moment she guided them down the corridor on the right and into a small empty room (Y/n) sighed in relief. She knew people would stare and whisper but she didn't think anyone would actually approach them.

Moving over to the bed in the middle of the small room, Harry settled Carter down before carefully removing the ice pack and flannel from his face as the nurse left the room and another woman took her place who they presumed must be the doctor. She bit her lip and smiled sadly at Carter who could barely open his sore eye.

"Alright young man, let's take a look at you. What happened?" She walked over to the left side of the bed since both Harry and (Y/n) were stood on the other side of the bed.

"He was fighting with his brother and hit his head on the concrete."

(Y/n) held Carter's hand and brushed her thumb over his fingers as Harry smoothed his hand through Carter's hair to try and keep him calm for the doctor. She was very careful and gentle when touching his temple and pulling his eyelid so she could see his eye properly and she winced when the action made him cry out but the light shining over his eye didn't seem to bother him very much.

As soon as she let go of his eye he squeezed both eyes shut very tightly and started to squirm on the bed when she tried to assess the cut to his head and feel the swelling and bruising.

"Alright, you can relax now you did very well." No sooner had she said that, Carter turned away from her and more in Harry's direction, not daring to open his eyes again. "There's no pressure on or around his eye or optic nerve which is good, his pupil is constricting normally. He will require stitches and I'd like an MRI just to make sure there isn't any pressure or swelling around his brain but it's only as a precaution. We'll get him sorted straight away and he should be fine to go home in a few hours."

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ivanacats · 5 years ago

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Writing :)

Hey there!

Just wanted to say that since I have so much free time now, I would like to start writing, but don’t really have much ideas, so please if you do put in a request.

I hope you’re all safe and good!

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softevan · 7 years ago

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You Don’t Know What Your In For (Harry Styles Smut One Shot)

Hiya guys! Had writers block with RMB so I decided to write this one that was stuck in my head all day. Any requests? Send me some ideas in my ask box! Hope you enjoy this one – K.xx

Y/N had got Harry some underwear for him to give his opinion on, so he showed her instead of telling her

**WARNING, EXPLICIT AND DETAILED CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK** +18

Word Count: 2,630

Harry’s POV “Goodnight Kayla, sweet dreams” I tucked our little sleeping beauty into her pink peppa pig bed linen and walked out of her room, slightly closing the door, but not too much to let a little light in. Kayla is mine and Y/N’s beautiful 3 year old daughter who in my eyes looks exactly like her mother. Big blue eyes, long brown curly hair, our polite little angel.

I walked down into the kitchen to see Y/N sitting on her phone reading something intently. “She’s all settled in babe” She quickly glanced up at me, nodded, and looked back down to her phone.

“What are you looking at babe?” I subtly questioned as I walked around to stand beside her, looking down at her phone, which she quickly hid from me. “Nothing important, just some emails” She quickly jumped up and placed her phone on the island and locking it. I know she is up to something. “C’mon, tell me what’s going on, I know there’s something” I pulled her into my chest and rubbed my hands around her waist. Her faced immediately turned red then away from my face, again trying to hid. I love it when she gets embarrassed.

“Harry no, forget it” She giggled trying to push me away with her small hands on my chest. “Oh your going all red, must me something good” Her faced looked up to mine and she just stared at me, with a serious expression. We stood like this for what seemed like 5 minutes, but was only a few seconds. She burst out into laughter when she licked my face and tried to run away from my grasp, which she succeeded.

She ran around the kitchen and grabbed her phone off of the island taking it into the living room, running around the sofa. “Y/N you really think I’m not going to go there and get it because I will” Her mouth made a crooked smile. “Really, you’ll go anywhere yeah?” “You bet your ass I will” Her hands grasped her phone and pushed it down underneath her jeans, into her knickers. Her eyes looked dark, that look in her eye knowing that I would go in there to get that phone. Damn I would go in there if there was a phone or not. That look in her eye in this exact moment would just make me want her, I know that look.

“Now your just teasing me, come here right now missy” I jumped onto the sofa and tried to grab at her waist as she ran around, just missing my hands making me fall to the edge of the sofa. She ran back into the kitchen again and stopped to look back, realising that I was no where to be seen or heard. I was quietly crawling around into the kitchen and went straight to the side of the island where she was standing trying to get a look into the living room to see where I was. “Harry?” She quietly shouted as she walked around to where the living room door is to have a look, realising that I was no where to be seen. I took that to my advantage and ran up behind her and lifted her off of the ground. She made a silent squeal when I lifted her over my shoulder with my hands on her bum and thighs, running around the kitchen. “H let me down, right now” She whispered with a silent hint of a giggle to her voice. “Okay fine” I let her down on to the ground and quickly grabbed the phone from the waist of her jeans. “Ha” I shouted with her phone in hand. “Shh, your going to wake up Kayla” “Oh shit sorry” She tried to run over to get her phone but I lifted my hand so she couldn’t reach it, with an intensive smirk growing across my face seeing her try her hardest to get the phone. “Awk Harry please, can I have my phone back? Ill tell you what I was looking at if you do” Her sexy little puppy face always wins. “Okay fine, here you go” “Thank you H” I brought down my hand to give her her phone back and she swipes it out of my grasp to make sure I wasn’t fluking, smart little one she is.

“So tell me what you were looking at, love” “I was looking at something for your Christmas present” “Love you know I said that I didn’t want one” “H I’m not guna let you buy me one and not let me buy you one” I grabbed her waist and pushed her so she was leaning her back on the side of the island. Her hands automatically landed on my shoulders giving them a little rub as she was looking at me. “Y/N babe you do know that I have everything I could ever want right here. You and Kayla are everything I could ever want” A tiny exhale came out of her nose with the biggest smile on her face, and her hands went straight to the nape of my neck, pinching the hairs around it. “Harry, your too cute” My lips gave her a quick peck the I let go to head towards the fridge getting a bottle of water.

“But you know its kind of one for you and me, so techniqually you don’t have to get me anything” Her voice went lower and her words were very intriguing. What is she up to? “Say more” My eyes never left hers as let the bottle down on the island and made my way back to where I was before, only with Y/N now sitting on the marble island.

“Please, tell me more” Her torso leaned back a little as she looked at her phone then back at me. “I may have bought a little something that may include lace, fur, and garters” Her smirk mixed with her words made my cock switch in my jeans, she knows what lingerie does to me. I large gulp noise came from me as I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. I tried to hold back my hands from roaming her legs and thighs, but thinking about what she would look like in them was just teasing me. “You know I had actually bought something similar the other day and I was just trying it on today” Her hands went straight down to her silk blouse and started to unbutton each button so painfully slowly, revealing a nude bra with black lace around the cups and a lace lining around the bottom. Fuck. “And well, I just had to keep it on to see if you approved of it” I couldn’t take my eyes off of her body as her pants got deeper and heavier, waiting for a response. “I mean, yeah it looks sexy, sexy as fuck Y/N” Her face lit up to my sudden reaction. I started to feel my heart pumping faster and faster thinking of different ways I could take her right now. She loves teasing me.

My arms went straight to lean on the island right beside her hips, not taking my eyes off of her body. The smell of the Chanel perfume I bought for her radiating from her skin as my face was getting closer to her neck. One of my hands took a turn towards on of her breast, kneading it in my hand. Feeling the cold material brushing against my rough hands was for sure torturing me. “The material is defiantly something I approve of, its very soft, and, um, smooth” Her neck was suddenly exposed when she pulled her head back with the pleasure of me rubbing her. I took that to my advantage and locked my lips on her neck, sucking and attacking around just below her ear, creating a low moan to escape Y/N’s lips. One of her hands automatically went straight to my hair, pulling it in between her fingers, strand by strand, again with subtle moans coming from her. My face was directed to the tops of her breasts to kiss and knead them ever so gently. Her legs spread open and her feet pulled me more towards her core and pulled my face up to kiss my lips so lustful. My hands went directly to her hips to pull them as close as she could to me. To let her feel what she does to me. My hands then went to remove her blouse which fell to the floor. Her soft hands tackled my belt buckle and pulled it away from my jeans, afterwards opening my trouser buttons.

I moved my lips back to hers with a sudden heat rush straight within me, straight to my dick, which had been hard from the minute she looked at me while removing her god damn blouse. She then pulled my shirt over my head and threw it next to her blouse that was abandoned on the kitchen tiles. “Oh shit what happens if Kayla comes down stairs or something” Her gaze went straight to the hall area to where the stair case is located. “Well we need to be quick then wont we?” I pulled her chin towards my face and didn’t give her anytime to hesitate as I pushed my lips back onto hers. She pushed me back from her and jumped down from the island. I pulled her body into mine and I brought my hands down to her mini skirt and pulled it down, pooling at her ankles. I looked down at her underwear to see that the material was matching her thong. “Why do you do this to me, seriously” “Because I like to see you want me” Her grin showing me that her plan was working. Damn it doesn’t take much for her to make me want her.

I pulled her towards me for one last kiss before I turned her around and bent her over the island. The coldness of the marble surface made her contract her body back just a little, but I wasn’t having it. “Bend right over for me like a good girl” She obliged and put her chest straight on the island. I smacked her exposed ass seeing the reaction I always get from her, a soft whimper. “You’ve been so good to me baby girl, but tonight you’ve been so bad, teasing me like this” I pulled my hand back and smacked her ass again. “What do you want me to do?” “Fuck me” Her need and lust was evident in her voice in turn made me wanna fuck her right there and then. “Harry hurry up, quick in case she comes downstairs” “Don’t panic she wont babe, you just need to relax” I knelt down and made my face parallel to her heat I front of me. Her juices spilling out from her slick hole just made my dick twitch in my boxers. I started to give tiny kisses to the inside of her thighs then made my way up and under to her little cunt.

“Fuck, Harry” Her moans just sent me over the edge. I suddenly felt a wetness down in my boxers telling me I had no time to wait for her. I pushed myself up and grabbed her legs to turn her around. Confusion hit her face when I lifted her back to the same position we were in before, and I pumped my hard dick in my hand while looking down at her biting her lip so innocently. “I want to see your face when you cum all over me” I slightly bent over to kiss from her chest down to her naval, then back up, still slowly jerking myself off looking at her. I placed myself at her entrance and pushed in with ease. Y/N and I have always been careful when it came to sex and being safe. But since we have a kid and were engaged, we figured that we don’t care if we get pregnant again, we just want to have fun while were young.

Her face just read pure pleasure when I pushed myself into her. My hands went straight to her legs, lifting them up to wrap them around my waist. Of course her legs forced me in tighter to make me go in deeper, which I happily obliged. I started to quickly and deeply thrust inside of her as her head fell right back with pure euphoria and pleasure striking her cunt and exploring throughout her body. Our pants got stronger and heavier at that moment we started feeling our orgasms reaching in an instant. “Fuck Y/N I’m guna cum” Her yelps got louder immediately after I started to hit her spot deep inside of her.

“Cum for me baby, cum inside of me H” Her pants made it obvious that she was close to her limits. She wants me to cum inside her. In that moment I had a split second thinking that I should stop to pull out. But then remembering our conversation from last week just made me wanna cum harder and stronger. My orgasm hit like a brick wall and I busted my load inside of her, still thrusting so hard that her body started to shake with pleasure. Her hands went straight to my shoulders scrapping her fingernails down my bare skin reaching her orgasm. Her squeals were echoed throughout the kitchen when I helped her finish, forgetting that we had our daughter upstairs but we didn’t care.

“Fuck, well, that was defiantly fun” Y/N commented as she got up off of the island to get her panties and thong back on with her mini skirt and blouse. I also quickly tucked myself back into my boxers and put my trousers on “Yeah its always fun with you babe” I pulled her in for another kiss when we heard the door creaking open.

“Mummy, Daddy, are you in here” A little voice came from the door which was slowly opening with Kayla’s face coming into view. Y/N quickly buttoned up her blouse with me standing in front of her with no shirt on, Kayla always sees me with no shirt on so there’s no surprise there.

“What’s wrong sweetie” I went walking over towards her an knelt down to see her tiny little face. “I’m thirsty, can I please get some water to drink” “Of course you can princess” I lifted her off of the ground and placed her on my hip, lifting one of her small cups to fill with water. “Here you go sweet pee” She quickly grabbed it from my hand and drank the glass within a few seconds then handed me back the cup, then wiped her face with her hand. “Wow you really were thirsty” Her small giggles made her tired eyes light up for just a second. “Can you bring me back to bed please Daddy” “Of course I will baby, lets go. Say night night to Mummy?” “Night Mummy love you” “I love you too sweetie” She came over and gave Kayla a quick kiss on her forehead and I started to walk to the door. “Oh and Y/N” “Yeah?” “I defiantly approve on the lingerie” I smirked at her then walked out to leave our daughter back to bed.

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kissme-hs · 7 years ago

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Bubba feet

Okay so I am back. Sorry for disappearing for past days. I just had some issues with my phone so I wasn’t able to be to keep myself updates. Anyways how’re you all doing? And here I present one of my favorite feels, Daddy Harry. It is short tho!! P.s talk to me fam!

“Oh cmon, Work” Harry groaned fiddling with the parts of the swing set you guys recently brought for your first child Rose. Though she was just a few weeks old, Harry wanted to be a ‘good’ daddy and have things ready for his doll to play. You never saw Harry this much in love the way he was with Rose. The way his crinkled reflecting the real genuine happiness.

The very first time when Harry saw Rose, he made a promise to himself, to guard his little girl from the evil of the world, just like every father does. And just like every other father, he cried. Cried for hours maybe because he never physically and emotionally felt this much of love for anyone. The pink newborn, nestled in his arm sleeping his heart swell. And seeing the both of them together made yours to swell.

‘Harry..” you giggled seeing him sitting on the ground, legs wide open, lips in a pout and forehead covered with creases.

“It’s jus’ being a wanker! Bloody hell!” harry said as the skin of his finger got in between the joint of a part. Harry stood up shaking his hand and walked inside the house with an annoyed look on his face.

“aww sweetheart, it’s okay. Do it some other day” you said rubbing his cheek and pecking the peachy scruff. Harry rolled his lips and kissed the palm of your hand before going to sit on the couch.

You were caramelizing the onions in the pan when the loud cried filled the empty silence of the house. You wiped your hands and as you stepped out of the kitchen, you saw Harry giving you a thumbs up as he walked upstairs. Man, his ass killed you though.

You both haven’t been able to keep up with your sex life since Rose has been born. Even though Harry took off from work to help you with her, you both always ended up sleeping till you see the sun. At the end of the day, the little baby always managed to get you worn out somehow. You didn’t minded it but you missed his touch. The way his lips worked on yours, hips meet yours, the way you both connected.

You sighed to self and went back to cooking.

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As his steps got near to her room, the cries became louder and louder making Harry sad. He opened the door softly and made his way to his daughter’s crib where she laid crying. Face red and fat tears rolling down her cheeks.

“aww m’baby. shh shh daddy’s go’ you m’love.” Harry cooed picking the little girl up and rubbing her back. He kept rocking her but that didn’t help. The cried only grew louder. Harry sighed and padded downstairs with Rose in his arms and made his way to you.

“she won’ stop crying” Harry said. His own chin started to wobble as the little one’s cries became really hurting.

“She’s probably hungry baby. Don’t you start crying again” you said kissing harry’s cheek and taking Rose carefully from him. You sat on the couch and lifted you tee up, bringing rose to your nipple. Soon she was sucking on it hungrily. You rubbed her head and Harry sat on the other side rubbing her small feet.

“So yeh were hungry aye? Made daddy cry too.” Harry talked in baby voice making you giggle.

“wha’?” Harry asked with that innocent grin of his. You leaned to your side and placed a kiss on his open mouth.

“you’re just so cute” you giggled again making Harry blush. Harry winked at you and kept on rubbing Rose’s feet.

“Tiny. Her feet are so tiny, innit?” Harry asked.

“well she’s just 18 weeks old. So yeah” you said. And there you melted. The next thing you saw was Harry bending down to kiss the soft feet of his princess and touching them to his head.

“why’d you do that/” you asked him being curious. Like kissing was fine but the other one confused you a bit.

“Well she’s a little baby. Babies are god, so I just thanked my god for blessing my family with such precious ladies.” Harry smiled. You swore you never felt that much emotional in your entire life. Your eyes filled with tears as a drop of water slipped through one.

“oh no no. why’re yeh cryin’? Harry asked pulling you to his chest making sure he doesn’t disturbs the little missy who was having her dinner.

“i-i just love you both so much” you cried pulling away. Harry’’s face softened as his fingers collected the tears from your cheek, he leaned in and pecked your lips softly.

“i love yeh both too, wifey and my bubba tiny feet” Harry said pulling you both to his arms. Rose did blessed you both the day she was born.

#harry styles #harry styles imagnes #harry styesone shots #harry styles blurbs #hs #hs imagines #harry styles fluff #harry styles dad imagine #harry styles masterlist #one direction #one direction imagines #one direction one hs #ots

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Concert with Harry

#harry #harry styles #1d #1d fashion #1d imagine #1d outfit #1D imagne #one direction #fashion #style #outfit #polyvore #imagine #1d party #mine

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crimsonandcloverwrites · 3 years ago

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bhah ch3 reread u know the drill

what is Jamie doing with all this oil I am concerned

god the tension of knowing Jamie is there but not talking to her but Dani probably secretly hoping she will

aww is she picking up more wonder woman comics for mikey?? cute

gah I love that they slip back into playful banter so easily despite everything going on

also 10/10 that the gays in town would be trying on the tackiest sunglasses in the service station (and 12/10 that Jamie actually brought them)

Dani Carson car adventures!! i would read a whole 20k word chapter just on that

sdfkjdshjfhd Dani throwing herself to the ground when she sees Jamie in the supermarket I’m losing it

“Yeah and then she left” ouch

THREE GAYS IN A SUPERMARKET WHAT WILL HAPPEN

aww Jamie Carson reunion tooooo cute

oh my god the tension of them standing back to back trying not to touch lmao

Jamie rly is the teeniest in town huh

Dani getting all protective and mad over Mikey having to sit outside school is v sweet

Jamie to the rescue how cute

Jamie’s collarbone: hello. Dani’s gay panic: LOOK AWAY

also sdkjfhdkjhg Jamie working w her hands is so hot we need more fics just talking about her getting dirty. for the good of the nation

there is so much going on here the cute teasing Dani feeling all weird abt their whole dynamic jamie giving her looks the engagement ring I am not equipped to process all of it

“you think there are secrets in this town?” just ur burning love for each other ladies!

once again mechanic!jamie... i am compromised

aww Dani bby literally does not know what to do with herself. the juxtaposition of the depth of their relationship and the little moments of familiarity with the awkwardness of people who don’t really know each other properly anymore is so fucking well done here

Eddie’s “honey I’m home” moment carrying her over the threshold afkjhsdkjf good for him

Dani and this house got beef huh

Dani: sometimes things with Eddie just don’t feel right but I’m sure that’s fine. Dani when she loses a tiny piece of her relationship w Jamie: level 5 meltdown. Literally the theme of this fic is “honey you got a big storm comin” and I love it

this dig at pineapple on pizza........ offensive

“Instead, she reset her mask, pulled the rope to part the stage curtains, and tied the other end around her neck.” Jesus.

“the other part of Dani, the part that never knew how to stop missing Jamie” i will cryyyy

starting a gofundme for Dani’s car asap

Eddie putting the moves on I can’t look. but lmao when he finds a girl that’s actually into him and wants this kind of attention his whole world is gonne be rocked

can we get Dani some therapy pls this is not how u should feel abt the person ur gonna marry. or about yourself

*gasp* the wontons mixtape

hmmmm I’m Not in Love and A Case Of You really are a one-two punch huh

lol I just went to play them and I was apparently in the middle of listening to Stop Making This Hurt by The Bleachers which feels... apt

fuck. making a mixtape for someone truly is peak romance huh? music my beloved

hmmm i just realised that this timeline parallels the flashback chapters w a new Taylor in school in each how cool. and also Nan vs Jamie taking on responsibilities w these kids and stepping up for them in their own way pls my emotions

aahh the coffee date I kinda forgot how fast Dani made this relationship rekindle bless her

wait clara and horace does that mean abigail is in Dani’s class too??? she lives??

a reserved sign pls that’s so cute

OWEN! god I love the levity and banter w Jamie he brings to fics

there is just so much fondness between them it always shines through no matter what they’re talking about I love it

this backpacking chat... envisioning Dani n Jamie once Mikey is grown up going on a big tour of europe together n fufilling Dani’s dreams

the fact that Jamie was drawn back to this place... by what hmmmm ms taylor. by what

oof this really is a painful rehashing of the past huh.

“star hike” lmao

"I can fix it." "You can't." OUCH

ooft just rip the bandaid right off. “I missed you. Everyday.” god my heart

arguing in an alley behind the pharmacy that’s gay rights

"Because if it was going to end, then I wanted it over quickly!” jamie ‘everyone always leaves so I cut them off before they can hurt me‘ taylor everyone. I am not doing well

ok with the context of like... everything from the future chapters this scene hits even harder than the first time i read it jesus

still can’t get over Dani ‘trying not to recall the memories of the last time they were in this room together’ was Jamie absolutely falling to pieces in her arms *screams forever* i remember reading that line and imagning so many things it could have been and yet yall went for the ultimate stab to the heart bravo

god I’m just thinking about how much they’ve both changed in those 10 years and how much they’ve stayed the same and just. god the way they’re so drawn to each other still!!!! i can’t even comprehend

blue schrunchie cherished friend

i feel like there is a significance to the red door I cant place and all my brain will provide is “you, me, her” but polyamory adventures is probably not the direction this is going

Jamie like “want a tour of ur future home babe? lets go” (I do love how enchanted Dani is by all of it though)

gah I love Jamie and Mikey together soooo much

find u a person that eats all the foods u don’t like. pickle soulmates

heh “Miss Dani” poor Mikey is goin through it lolol

they are all so cute together i love this lil sunday afternoon family

“Dani kept her gaze fixed on Jamie for just a second longer, studying her profile” gay

there has been several mentions of Jamie’s unreadable/blank expressions this chapter and I can’t stop laughing at her losing her mind over how much she loves Dani and trying to keep it in check every time

THEY’RE FRIENDS AGAIN

AND THEY’RE HUGGING OH HAPPY DAYS

oooh the sandalwood cologne

idk why this Jamie Eddie handshake is making me laugh so much but I love them

Eddie pulling Dani in closer to himself when Jamie’s there..... he knows

staying awake until 2am to finish rereading gay fanfiction... clownery (but fun!) goodnight

#bhah #silly time

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fundiesimsfamily · 3 years ago

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My fathers birthday

Dear diary,

My father recently celebrated his birthday. He is already 65 years old. He retired from his own company and now my older brother Joseph is in charge of it. My father was already grooming him to take over for a while so Joseph will be fine running the company now. My mother will be pleased having him home more often.

We made a birthdayparty for my father at our place. He got his own cake with candles to blow out. He liked it, I think.

I'm so thankful for both my father and mother in my life. They have taught me so much even thow Denver is leading me in a different direction sometimes. I respect the choices they made when I was growing up. I love them so much.

My parents are the best!

Love, Juanna

(pose by @ancasims )

Oh, and an update below the cut about all my brothers and sisters and their family's. It's about time.

Johanna is 38 years old and has 4 daughters, Everly 18, Erin 16, Estelle&Erica 14. She is happy with her daughters even thow she would have loved to have more childeren. God just didn't gave her more.

Janine is 36 years old and has 9 childeren. Charles 17, Simon 15, Rachel&Benjamin 13, Elisabeth 10, Andrew 8, Richard 6, Anna 3 and Rosalie 1. She is also expecting her 10th child. She is happy and content with all her childeren and her husband on the farm.

Joseph is 35 years old and has 3 childeren. Josiah 13, Kendra 11, Samantha 10. Olivia couldn't have more childeren after she got sick. But they are happy with their three childeren and Joseph now has the company of my father to run so he is very buzy.

Then I'm in the line up with six childeren.

James is 33 years old. He has three childeren, James 5, and twins Maddox and Manuel who are 3 years old. James has gone a different direction in live. They are still christians.

Jadyn is 32 years old. She got a daughter out of wedlock, Emma, who is 13 years old. A couple of years ago, Jadyn got married after all and she got twins with this man. Two little boys who are a year and half. I don't see them often and don't visit her but they do live nearby. She has gone such a different direction in live and cut off my parents.

Joelle is 30 years old. She has eight childeren. Sam 9, Rebecca 8, Lydia 7, Hannah 5, Rafael 4, Daniel 3, Felicity 2 and Israel 0. She has her childeren really close together just like my parents did. I don't envy her at all. I'm just waiting until she announces another pregnancy.

Jedidiah is 29 years old. He is married to a man and I heard they adopted. I don't know much more. I have zero contact with them.

Julie is 27 years old. She has 6 childeren. Gloria 5, Marie 4, Irene&Tabitha 3, Matthew 1 and Julian 0. She is really following in my parents footsteps just as Joelle with having childeren close together. She seems totally happy and contant and is so in love with her husband. You can see it of their faces all the time.

Jackson is 26 years old. He has 3 childeren. Addison 5, Jackson 3 and Carver 0. He is having his childeren a bit more spaced out, on purpose. He and Denver talked a lot and Jackson was convinced after that to prevent pregnancy until you are ready for the next child.

Jenelle is 24 years old and engaged to be married. She has a hard time letting go the childeren she taught the violin. But she will be happy once she is married, I'm sure. She is the last one to get married of all of us.

Jocelyne is 23 years old. She has three childeren, Luuk 1, and twins who just got born. A boy and a girl, Joice and Pascal. They are so tiny and cute. It makes you wanna have another little baby yourself.

Jonathan is 21 years old. He has a little boy, Jonah, with his wife Mia. Jonah is still only a couple of months old. And so cute! He was my youngest buddy and it's so weird to see my youngest brother married and being a father. But he is a very good husband and father.

Jessica is 19 years old. She married a man who lost his wife during the birth of his son, Paris. Paris is already a year old. And Jessica is expecting. Franklin is very nervous for the delivery of this baby. We are all praying for him and Jessica, and their little baby ofcourse.

My parents are so blessed with 14 childeren who are all married or about to get married. And they already have 49 grandchildern and two on the way. I'm sure that number will only grow bigger as time passes.

Their oldest grandchild is already 18 years old so before you know it they will be having greatgrandchilderen too. I can't imagn having a grandchild myself but Johanna might have one before we all know it.

#fundie #sims 4 #crowleyfamily #juannabaker #bakerfamily #evybaker #bobbybaker #gen2 #gen1

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just-here-for-the-moment · 2 years ago

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(Reader's note for reblog: There are zero physical/racial descriptors for the f!Reader insert. Truly a "blank slate"! ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐)

I'm sorry, I am TERRIBLY behind on reading and reblogging this week...

Jesus F. Chrysler… PENNY!!!! My god, I want this.

All my favorite parts below the cut for spoilers...

You shoot Marcus a death glare when the man walks away. "This is less than appropriate," you hiss.

"You agreed to this," he counters. "Very enthusiastically, I might add."

*shakes fist - Dammit, Marcus! You and your correct information. Ugh. I love it when Marcus gets cocky... I LOVE IT WHEN YOU WRITE MARCUS AS COCKY!!!! 😍

When a basket of bread is delivered to the table, you're nearly there. Marcus casually butters a piece of pumpernickel and you can feel yourself reach the point of no return.

"M-Marcus--" you warn.

Marcus's smile is devious as it is joyful. "Look at me," he directs, showing his teeth.

His eyes are almost soft as you hold his gaze and come undone in the most quiet, inconspicuous way you can manage. Your chest is heaving with effort as you come down, wincing with each little aftershock.

"That was so pretty," Marcus whispers, and you nearly crumple in relief when the vibrator finally shuts off.

Fuuuuuuuuck... Penny!!! You are ruining me for any other men any facet of life where I don't get to engage with this fantasy. I just want to sit around all day imagning this part of the story!! "Look at me" and "That was so pretty"?!?!?!? HOT!!!!🥵🥵🥵

....Marcus seems to take mercy on you, and the vibrator shuts off again.

"Good girl," he murmurs.

You come again over a shared dessert, the notes of chocolate and cream on your tongue, one hand on your spoon and one squeezing Marcus's fingers like a vice as you try to hold yourself together for the third time that night.

Marcus dips his finger in some of the drizzled sauce on the plate and sucks it into his mouth playfully, keeping his eyes on you.

"Let's go see a movie," he suggests with a sly smile.

"Good girl" and the finger in the sauce and then the little shit says "Let's go see a movie"??? NO. Marcus is a menace and must be stopped must be delivered to my house today.

Okay, I know I just quoted like, 89% of the fic back at you as "my favorite parts" but this was like.... uhmmmm... HELP!!!!

Penny, this was INCREDIBLE!!! I loved it!! I love you!!! 💖💖💖

Date Night

Inspired by this post and a directive from @pedropascalsx to write a drabble for it. <3

(Text post that reads: me, you, a date, & a wireless vibrator 🌚)

Pairing: Marcus Pike x f!reader

Rating: E (SMUT, 18+ only)

Warnings: vibrators, public setting, multiple orgasms, Marcus being a little shit

A/N: Wrote this in the drafts in like 20 minutes and threw it out into the world byeeeeeeeeeee

The look on Marcus's face could best be described as smug.

You have no idea what the look on your face says. You don't want to know.

The booth is in a quiet part of the restaurant and the lights are low, but it doesn't feel like cover enough for what Marcus is doing to you.

For what the little wireless vibrator is doing to you.

Marcus taps a button on his phone, and the vibrations increase. You force yourself to swallow the whine threatening to escape your lips.

Marcus smiles softly, mirth dancing in his eyes, and takes a sip of his wine.

"I think I'm gonna get the sea bass," he remarks lightly, looking back down at his menu while you struggle to hold yourself together opposite him. "What are you getting?"

The words on your menu could have been hieroglyphics for how well you're able to parse them. It's meaningless noise. All of your brain cells are focused on not acting like there's a vibrator humming violently inside you as you sit in this very nice restaurant.

"Marcus, I can't--"

You shiver as he skims the tips of his fingers over the back of your hand, resting almost-casually on the table. The press of a button, an intense pulse inside you that lasts for only a second, and it feels as if your nails are going to gouge four little lines in the veneer.

"Here," Marcus offers, and the little vibrator goes back down to the lowest setting, which is... almost tolerable. Hell, you might even be able to speak to the waiter when he comes back.

Marcus orders his food with a subtle smirk--undetectable to the waiter, but more than obvious to you, because you know the reason. When the waiter turns to you, there's another small pulse inside of you, and you nearly swallow your tongue.

"S-steak and shrimp," you choke out, and hastily almost shove the menu away.

You shoot Marcus a death glare when the man walks away. "This is less than appropriate," you hiss.

"You agreed to this," he counters. "Very enthusiastically, I might add."

Your eyes close in exasperation at your past self.

"Wear this for me tonight," Marcus had said, holding out the little wireless vibrator that works through an app. "Let's make this fun."

You remember the drip of arousal at the idea--salacious because of its riskiness--you remember whimpering "Oh, God, yes," the way you threw your head back when Marcus pushed your lacy underwear to the side and slid the little toy inside you with his lips on your neck.

It had been exciting, in the car. Marcus toying with the levels as he drove while you writhed in the passenger seat. It was when you sat down in the intimate booth that you realized you'd bitten off more than you could chew.

When a basket of bread is delivered to the table, you're nearly there. Marcus casually butters a piece of pumpernickel and you can feel yourself reach the point of no return.

"M-Marcus--" you warn.

Marcus's smile is devious as it is joyful. "Look at me," he directs, showing his teeth.

"That was so pretty," Marcus whispers, and you nearly crumple in relief when the vibrator finally shuts off.

It's short-lived.

Dinner plates are placed in front of you and you've somehow forgotten about the little toy until suddenly it's on again and you shoot Marcus a frantic look.

He feigns innocence, already taking a forkful of sea bass and letting out a little sound of approval when it hits his tongue. It's almost mocking--a little groan that he knows is alluding to something sexual, when you're forcing yourself not to make the same noises under the ministrations of the vibrator.

You pick at your food as the pulsing gets more and more intense, sending you higher until you're coming again in this little restaurant booth surrounded by other patrons and a far-too-self-satisfied Marcus Pike.

"Fuck," he whispers as he watches you squirm in your seat. "I wanna feel how wet you are."

All you can do is whine softly in response, and Marcus seems to take mercy on you, and the vibrator shuts off again.

"Good girl," he murmurs.

Marcus dips his finger in some of the drizzled sauce on the plate and sucks it into his mouth playfully, keeping his eyes on you.

"Let's go see a movie," he suggests with a sly smile.

#penny is amazeballs #JHFTM reads #JHFTM fic rec

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taylorswiftbitch · 6 years ago

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The other woman, colour use in film and 1960s houswife- Sugarland’s Babe has surprises

Now, it’s time for a crash course about usage of colour in film, symbolism and a history lesson or two.

Colours and feminism

Filmmakers have been using colours for symbolism for years, but in Babe, we can see a very direct approach with colour usage.

Taylor’s charachter is dressed in pinks and reds, making her stand out in otherwise bleak, blue-green backgrounds.In film language, this means she is different, she stands out and she is discord and chaos, as we naturally associate blues and greens with nature and serenity, and reds with chaos, emotions, love,blood, anger and even sex. She also wears a cheetah pin, the word itself sounds like “cheater”.

On the other hand, we have the wife, dressed in bridal white. White has for centuries been the symbol of purity, innocence, virginity, beauty, peace and even surrender. A white flag has commonly been used to signalize surrender in a war, symboloizing the wife’s surrender to her husband and his ways. And society’s standards has put these two women at war. The wife, the picture perfect 1960s housewife and the other woman, a sinful secretary. The 1950s were a time when women were expected to stay home, but as the decade progressed and changed, women were suddenly going out and getting jobs, changing standards, fighting for payment, maternity leaves...

The Perfect almost Stepford Housewife

But, there were women who suffered from belonging to the old generations, a time long gone, who just weren’t able to keep up with the times. They have what I like to call the “Betty Draper”/ “Almost Stepford” syndrom.They are very beautiful, ellegant, Grace Kelly-esque figures, but that is all they remain in society’s eyes, figures. Just wives and housewives, stuck between the changes and their own upbringing, especially in upper class cases. The way we percieve in this music those picturesque images of fashionably dressed,always smilling, stay-at-home mums, tells us about the way they were painted by society.

The image of this perfect house gives us flashbacks from Mad Men, American Beauty, etc, which all are stories about failing marriages and perfect looking people. As you see, the house feels like a museum, with almost no personal belongings. The yellow rose on the table, a traditional symbol of jealousy, reminds us of one thing. She knows. She isn’t really blind, just playing along and trying to keep up with the image.

1960s affairs and who is to blame

I imagne this comes from the setting of an office party, where the affair beggings. Some of the most famous affairs begun at parties, like the affair between Gatsby and Daisy and Anna and Vronsky. How did 1960s society view The Other Woman?

Well, of course, they were frowned upon, and yet, men were encouraged to have affairs as symbols of their masculinity. They can have sex outside of their marriage, but the other woman is to blame. She is painted like a slut, a whore, the one ruining an otherwise picture-perfect life. The red hair, and this might be a reach, might even be a reference to the Little Mermaid, who has red hair, and mermaids used to be a symbol of sluts back in the middle ages, which what the 1960s feel like to me. The Little Mermaid was a poor, unfortunate creature who fell in love with a man who was out of reach and ended up like seafoam, a great big nothing. Of course, all followed by a big confronatation.

We have to see the video yet, but what I’m getting now really impressed me and I cannot wait to see more!

#taylor swift #sugarland #babe #colour in film #feminsm #1960s

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junker-town · 4 years ago

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Browns add Georgia OLB Azeez Ojulari to wreak havoc with Jadeveon Clowney, Myles Garrett

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The Browns’ biggest needs are on defense, and Ojulari at No. 26 fills a big one.

It’s a different feeling in Cleveland this year, as the Browns sit with the No. 26 overall pick after having had their first playoff season since 2002. Most of the team’s success in 2020 was highlighted by the play of the offense, which is stacked from top to bottom. The team has five above average offensive linemen, two running backs who can play at an All-Pro caliber, three tight ends they have significant investments in, two former Pro Bowl receivers, and a franchise quarterback. Unless the team wants to consider upgrading their No. 3 receiver, there is no way that GM Andrew Berry selects a player on the offensive side of the ball in the first round.

Defense will assuredly be the route that Cleveland goes with in the first round, and they could really go in any direction: Defensive line, linebacker, cornerback, and safety could all use further upgrades. The team took steps in free agency to address the secondary by signing two free agents: safety John Johnson and cornerback Troy Hill. Last year’s second-round pick, safety Grant Delpit, hopes to play in 2021 after missing his entire rookie season with a torn Achilles. Greedy Williams also missed all of last season with a shoulder injury and is expected to return at cornerback.

Having four “new” players factored into the secondary already should steer Berry to look at the front seven during the draft. Cleveland signed defensive end Jadeveon Clowney to a 1-year, $8 million deal to complement defensive end Myles Garrett, but that represents a short-term solution. Cleveland needs to think about sustaining their pass rush opposite Garrett for the long-term, and it just so happens that the top edge rusher in this year’s class is still available with this pick: Azeez Ojulari out of Georgia.

Azeez Ojulari and His Fit for the Browns

Last year, Ojulari led the SEC in sacks, tackles for losses, and forced fumbles. Pro Football Focus graded him with a 91.7 in 2020, which was highest among college edge rushers. PFF also credited him for being the edge rusher who used his hands better than anyone else in his class, as demonstrated in this three-clip highlight:

Azeez Ojulari's chop is a beaut' pic.twitter.com/KWw3ReKvpx

— Austin Gayle (@PFF_AustinGayle) February 3, 2021

At 6’2, 249 pounds, he is a bit undersized for your prototypical edge rusher. While his get-off speed is impressive, it could also be used against him unless he adds some more versatility to his repertoire. Mobile quarterbacks might be prone to taking off or stepping up if they know he is only a threat to rush up the field. The advantage that Cleveland has in developing Ojulari, though, is that tandem of Garrett and Clowney.

Cleveland let go of both of their starting defensive tackles from a year ago. Instead, they signed Malik Jackson to a one-year deal, and also hope to get some production out of Andrew Billings. However, there is also some thought that Clowney could see some reps on the inside – and that is something that Garrett has done at times too. Having the flexibility to move those guys around will already force opposing teams’ offensive lines to choose who they are going to double team. And if all their attention is focused on Garrett and Clowney, that is where the team could thrive off of having Ojulari’s speed, almost allowing him to become a free rusher to wreak havoc on opposing quarterbacks.

Dane Brugler of The Athletic projects Ojulari to be “a younger version of Yannick Ngakoue” and labels him an “instinctive and explosive athlete with the dip-and-rip cornering skills and scheme versatility to become an impact NFL pass rusher.”

If Ojulari isn’t available, I still think there is a high probability that the team looks to select another edge rusher, with alternative needs being a defensive tackle or linebacker.

Top prospects remaining:

Travis Etienne, RB, Clemson

Terrace Marshall Jr., WR, LSU

Kadarius Toney, WR, Florida

Gregory Rousseau, EDGE, Miami

Greg Newsome Jr., CB, Northwestern

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skeppsbrott · 7 years ago

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Id imagne it's kinda like boiling frogs? like i didn't reaslize how uncomfortable I ham w she/her pronouns untill I had had other pronouns used for me? (Namely someone at summer camp who used they at first and I never corrected them bc it felt Good??) but like im only 14 so like if im wrong abt this lemme know & all go on abt my way having learned;!

This exactly. Talk to anyone who works with transgender people/issues, and tell them that “I never felt any direct discomfort, but then one day I put on a dress and let out my hair and it felt so, so right!” and they’ll just tell you it’s a textbook case.

Like, very, very few transgender people have severe enough GD that they know to articulate it without a point of GE to compare it to. I really don’t know where this new trend of saying you only experience one but not the other comes from, but I assume it’s just a matter of people being exhausted with a very monotone portrayal of trans people in mainstream media, as well as a lot of trans people on tumblr not actually seeking out gender affirmative treatments and thus ending up in this echo chamer of reinventing the wheel.

Like, did y'all really think that dysphoric trans people DON’T experiene gender euphoria or what.

#ordpost #this is my new ask tag #anonymous

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justauthoring · 7 years ago

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The Reveal

Request: Can u write a Peter imagne where y/n and him were bff but they got ibto a HUGE fight and Peter told her smth REALLY bad and that made her cry and run away from him. She tried to avoid him every time for like 1-2 months. And she was like in danger because of volture and volture made Peter to take of his mask so y/n has to see who is behind the mask and then volture tried to kill her but Peter saved her? And really fluff and angst if u can? Thank u so much and I LOVE ur writing!❤ Its so inspiring❤

Requested by: anonymous.

A/N: Thank you so much love, i’m glad i could be inspiring!

Pairing: Peter x Reader

Warnings: angst and fluff.

You and Peter had always gotten along. Being best friends since you were both practically children, learning how to experience the world for the first time. Sure, there were times when one would get frustrated with the other and you’d have to take a break, resettle things. But nothing ever extreme.

Unlike this time.

The day had gone perfectly fine. School was school and you managed to walk out of the building without any homework for the evening. It was perfect, especially since you and Peter had been planning this day for weeks. It wasn’t that it needed a lot of preparation, you were mainly both going to grab a bunch of snacks and binge watch movies all night. It was a Friday which meant you had no school the next day and you could spend as much time you wanted watching movies.

It was one of your favourite things to do with Peter, only because you both had such similar tastes and sometimes it was soothing to still have a move playing in the background and chat away at anything. Especially because it was in his apartment that he shared with May, and you loved being there, more than your own home.

You had been so excited for it.

Peter never showed up. A half and hour had passed and still nothing, but you gave into the hope that maybe he was just running late. Then an hour passed and you started to get worried, maybe he wouldn’t show? May wasn’t even home so you were just hanging out in Peter’s room doing absolutely nothing until Peter (maybe) decided to come home. Then two hours passed and you felt so hurt, that words couldn’t even describe it.

It was when three hours had passed of you just sitting in his room the Peter decided to come home.

Peter had been shocked to see you in his room, he hadn’t even remembered the night you’d been spending weeks planning!

“You don’t even remember?”

Peter’s face was only more baffled and you could watch the gears work in his head as he tried to remember. “I- what?”

That stung more than anything else. He hadn’t even bothered to remember your night together. Sure it was just movies and snacks but it was more than that to you, and Peter had once known that. Shaking your head, you scoffed, folding your arms across your chest. “We were going binge watch a bunch of movies tonight, remember?” You tried to hold in your tears. “Sit on your couch and just be with each other. We spent weeks planning!”

Peter’s face fell with recognition and his eyes flooded with worry. “Y/N, i’m so sorry. I totally- Mr. Stark needed me and i’ve just been-”

“So busy.” You interrupted. “I know.”

“I’m sorry.” He offered dumbly.

Shaking your head, you scoffed. “Sorry doesn’t cut it. I waited three hours for you, you didn’t even have the kindness to remember, let alone text me.” Shoving past him, you made your way to the door leading out of his room. You were hurt and all you needed right now was to lay in your bed and cry until you calmed down. You’d never been this mad at Peter before and honestly it scared you. But the fear didn’t over-ride the betrayal you felt.

“I said I was sorry, Y/N.” Peter repeated, turning to look back at you. The both of you had switched spots. “What else do you want me to say? I made a mistake, okay? And i’m sorry.”

You laughed, dryly, gripping the door handle with such force so you didn’t lash out. “You have done this to me time and time again. We make plans, and you don’t bother to show up. I have been lenient and kind every single time, but i’m tired of it. Tired of making plans and then you never following through.” Opening the door, you moved to walk out of it, not wanting to give him time to reply.

But his words caught you.

“You know not everything’s about you, right?” Your gaze fell back to him in shock. You couldn’t find the words to say as he continued. “I have more important things to do then spend my time listening to you complain. You aren’t my priority.”

His words made you freeze, your hand falling off the doorknob and to your side. Peter had never said anything like that before. Even in previous small fights, you both always tried to remain as calm as possible so you didn’t say anything you’d regret. But apparently Peter didn’t care this time.

Your eyes watered and you felt your vision blur. Without saying anything, you turned and beelined for the front door. You faintly heard Peter call your name, but you ignored him, you couldn’t-

After that day, you didn’t speak to Peter. He tried to speak to you, but you avoided him the best you could. Before you knew it, it had been close to two months since you last spoke to him. Your friends asked what happened, seeing as you two use to be so close, but you never said anything.

Peter’s words rang in your mind everyday.

“Take of your damn mask!”

His words felt like echoes in your ears. Everything hurt and you couldn’t even remember how you gotten here. What had been a peaceful day, turned into the worst after some man had taken you wherever you were. You’d been walking home, alone unlike before when Peter always use to walk you. But you still weren’t talking to him.

You don’t know why this man took you. All you know is he’d knocked you out and you woke up in an abandoned warehouse, your wrists tied above you so you were just able to touch the tip of your toes on the ground below you. Your wrists ached and were sure they would be bruised heavily if you ever got out of here. Your throat was dry and everything ached. You aren’t sure what the man had done to you other than no matter how hard you struggled you couldn’t move.

The man, Vulture you learned, hadn’t spoken or even looked at you. A few of his men leered at you but other than that you’d just been left to hang.

At first your hopes had been up when Spider-Man had arrived. You’d always admired the hero and you were sure you’d be fine with him here. But you slowly watched Spider-Man be beat to the ground, repeatedly until he could barely even stand on his own. Every punch and kick and slam he’d suffered you winced. But when he’d been smacked to the ground, you realized there was no helping you. If Spider-Man couldn’t, surely no one else would.

“Take off your mask,” the Vulture smiled, turning to you. Your felt your body tense as his green eyes fell on you, instinctively pushing as far back as you could. “I wanna see her reaction when she finds out who you are.” His statement confused you more than anything, but you didn’t dare say something.

Spider-Man who was only crumbled on the ground, didn’t move. Only stared in your direction.

You flinched when the Vulture made his way over to you, trying to push yourself as far away from him as you could. But it didn’t matter how hard you tried, not with your wrists tied, and soon enough you found a knife pressed against your stomach. “Take of your mask or i’ll kill her right now.”

With wide, wet eyes, your gaze fell on Spider-Man. You felt relief flood through you as Spider-Man slowly brought his hand up, grunting as he did so, and hesitantly pulled off his mask. Who you saw was never who you expected. “Peter...?” You whispered, loud enough for him to hear. Your stomach tightened at the sight of him, shock flooding through you. You would have never...

Flashes of him being beaten flooded through and you felt worry flood through you. He was only here because of you.

You met his eye as your own crinkled in fear. He looked absolutely desperate, like he would do anything to get to you. Clenching your fists, you struggled, wanting to help him. The Vulture immediately grabbed ahold of you, pressing the knife tighter into your stomach. You ceased all struggles, your breath being caught in your throat as you turned your attention to your capturer.

He smiled at you, sickly. Turning to Peter, he laughed; “now that she knows, she’s gonna die knowing that even her best friend couldn’t save her from the Vulture.” Your eyes widened considerably, your heart beat racing as the Vulture stepped before you so you couldn’t see Peter anymore.

You heard Peter call your name and grunts of struggled but all you could focus on was the man before you, smiling down at you like you were some kind of toy for him to mess with. You watched him raise his knife and press it against your throat. “Peter,” you bellowed, tears flooding. “Peter, please!”

“Y/N!”

“Say goodbye.”

You braced yourself, waiting for the inevitable to come before suddenly the Vulture’s shadow was gone. Opening your eyes, you found Vulture on the other side of the warehouse, Peter beating him to a pulp. Soon enough Peter was running towards you until his hands were untying the restraints around your wrists.

You fell against him, your body exhausted. He caught you immediately, cradling you against him. You relished in the warmth, happy to finally be in Peter’s arms even if it was in the circumstance.

“I’m sorry,” he sobbed. “I’m sorry.”

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