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darthbabie · 3 years

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Online Food Fight

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Summary: You are in your online classes while Bucky and Sam are having a food fight, but the food fight carries on into your room and causes an unexpected interruption to your class. But Bucky feels bad and wants to make it up to you.

Warnings: FLUFF, some swear words, and Sam and Bucky bickering and fighting lol

Word Count:2023

Mainly Bucky Barnes x Reader

You were sitting on your couch scrolling through TikTok before class, you were just trying to ignore the world right outside your window. You were a student in school and unfortunately due to the virus you were quarantined. You at first thought that it was gonna be great to be quarantined at the Avengers Tower with all your friends. But having virtual classes online was sometimes a struggle… especially with the Avengers always messing around or bickering about something. To say the least it was always a struggle for you and Peter.

Your alarm went off on your phone telling you that it was time for you to stop scrolling through TikTok and join your class online. You groaned as you put your phone down on the desk you had your school work and computer set up on. “I wonder what they are gonna do to embarrass Peter and I this time” you thought to yourself. Before you start to turn your computer on you take a deep breath in and just allow yourself a moment as you look outside to see all the cars driving by on the wet asphalt. The window beside you slightly cracked so you can hear the patter of the rain and you can smell the earthy smell of the rain outside.

You pushed the power button on your laptop waiting for it to turn on. Once it finally did you typed your password in and signed into your class meeting. You sighed as you started to hear Sam and Bucky bickering about if pineapple belongs on pizza. Hoping that when you say “here” for attendance that their bickering doesn’t come through the mic, as they were only down the hall in the kitchen.

“Pineapple doesn’t belong on pizza, Bucky! It’s a disgrace to the pizza kind!!”

“Yes it freaking does, it is the greatest thing that I have tried since I got out of Hydra!”

“Whoever introduced you to pineapple on pizza was an idiot and has no taste in food and neither of you has the right to say what goes on pizza”.

“To let you know I think PETER and I have exquisite taste in food”

The second you hear Peter’s name being said in this argument you see Peter turn his camera off and you hear him start to walk towards the two grown men fighting over if pineapple belongs on pizza.

“Mr. Barnes and Mr. Falcon, did you guys call my name”?

“Yes Peter, tell Sam that he is an imbecile because he says that pineapple doesn’t belong on pizza”

“Oh I’m the imbecile at least I can think for myself and haven’t had my brains put in a blender and became a cyborg”.

“At least I don’t need a whole bunch of technical gear to be useful to the team!”

“Mr. Barnes, Mr. Falcon calm down it's just pizza, let’s…”

“Just PIZZA?” Bucky and Sam interrupt in unison looking at Peter with disbelief.

Sam then picks up a slice of cheese that was on the counter that he was gonna put on his sandwich, and throws it at Bucky’s face”

SLAP

“Uhh I’m just gonna go…” says Peter to the Falcon and Winter Soldier, as Peter becomes scared for his life based on the look on Bucky’s face.

Bucky then walks over to the fruit basket that is setting on the counter and starts throwing fruits at Sam. His metal arm whirring everytime he blocks a random piece of food being thrown at him by Sam. They start to bicker back and forth with each other trying to yell louder than the other. Sam then starts to run down the hall towards where you are sitting at your desk taking class.

“Ms. Y/N can you tell me the answer to question three?” your teacher says to you as you see Peter start to laugh in his camera and you think to yourself oh no what's about to happen?

“I believe that the reason why Bilbo decided to go on an adventure in the…” as you say this Sam barges in and runs up in front of you to hide from the Winter Soldier that is after him and what Sam believes that he is after his life and is out for blood… with food. You start to turn your head around and SMACK you become face to face with a pancake to your face.

“Your cyborg brain malfunctioned and now you're in some deep shit” Sam says to Bucky while laughing his ass off.

“Oh my gosh doll I am so sorry” Bucky says to you running over to you. But before he can even get to you, you use your powers to remove the pancake from your face and throw it at Bucky's face. Causing even more laughter to erupt from Sam. You then realized your camera and mic were still on for your class. Your teacher and class besides Peter just sit there stunned while Peter is just laughing his butt off, as he is used to these types of things happening all the time around the tower.

“Uhh, I am so sorry that you had to see that” you say to your teacher who still sits stunned. Bucky then walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. “Why are you talking to your computer, doll?” Sam starts erupting into even more laughter. “ You…” more laughing “didn’t know” even more laughing” that they take” starts pointing at Bucky and falls to his knees in laughter “there classes online on their computers and can talk to people” now Sam has tears in his eyes” You know for part of you being made of Vibranium and having a cyborg brain you really know nothing of technology” Sam continues dying of laughter.

You try not to snicker at Sam’s comments, as you mute yourself and turn your camera off. You hear your teacher say to the class “well umm I suppose that is enough class today. I will see you guys uhh tomorrow, have a nice day.” And with that you gladly hang up your 3rd block class early, looking at the clock and noting you have 30 minutes till your next class. “Care to explain to me why I was greeted with a pancake to my FACE?” You say to Bucky frustrated as you pull his hands that were around your waist off of you and turn around to face him. “Y/N I am so sorry, Sam and I just got into an argument and…”

“Yes I know I could hear you morons yelling about if pineapple belongs on pizza from here” You say to Bucky and Sam as you cross your arms. “In my defence Sam started…” Bucky says but then gets interrupted by Sam. “Oh hell no I didn’t start shit” Sam says, starting them to bicker with one another again. “I DON'T CARE WHO STARTED IT, just STOP bickering and arguing for once in your lives.”

“Doll I’m sorry let me make it up to you, meet me on the roof at 8 tonight after you are done with school and training” Bucky says as he puts his flesh hand to your check and rubs circles with his thumb on your cheek bone. “Fine, but Sam because you were a part of this go make me some chicken nuggets.” You say looking over to Sam. “Yes Ma’am”. He replies rushing out towards the kitchen. “I love you Doll, I’ll see you at eight” Bucky says to you leaning down and pressing his lips against yours passionately. Causing you to move closer to him and wrap your arms around his neck making him smile into the kiss and eventually slowly pulling away. “I love you too dork”. You say to Bucky as you boop his nose with your finger. He then smiles down at you and gives you a quick peck on your forehead and rushes to go do whatever he has in mind.

Surprisingly eight comes pretty fast, you finished your last block without any interruptions then had lunch and trained with Nat for the rest of the day til around seven and went to your room and took a shower. The shower feels amazing as the water droplets race down your skin to the drain of your tub. Once you are done with your shower you put on some silk pajamas that hug your curves in all the right ways, but yet are super comfortable. Bucky didn’t say you needed to do anything special to yourself so you just decided to blow dry your hair and then it was pretty much time to meet Bucky on the roof.

As you are walking up the stairs to the roof of the tower Bucky stops you and hands you a blindfold. So you put it on for him without saying anything, you trusted Bucky with your life so you weren’t worried. He guided you outside on the roof and then slowly took your blindfold off. Your jaw dropped to the floor at the sight that was before your eyes. Bucky had taken some of the furniture that was already up on the roof and made it into a bed. He even had your favorite blankets and pillows all made up for you. Along with your favorite hoodie of his that you like to wear, some fuzzy socks and a couple of bags that looked like presents. He also made a little makeshift tent with blankets that he found in the tower and had fairy lights around the bed so there was light under the makeshift tent. He had made sure the furniture was facing the outdoor TV and even made sure to make the tent have an opening so you could both watch the TV. He had your favorite movie on the TV and had your favorite snacks on one of the outdoor tables inside the makeshift tent. You honestly were speechless at the sight before you and started to tear up as you ran into Bucky’s arms and hugged him. “Bubs, you didn’t have to do all of this for me.” you say to him mumbled because your face was buried into his shirt he had on. “It was just a pancake to my face” you say while busting out laughing looking up at him. He just smiled and lightly chuckled as he looked down at you. “Of course I had to doll, you're my best girl and you deserve all this and so much more.” he says as he kisses your nose. “Especially with all the shit Sam and I put your through”. Causing both of you to chuckle.

Bucky then grabs your hand and starts to pull you over to the tent and he tells you to sit on the bed and hands you one of the bags, telling you to open it. You start to take the tissue paper off the top of the bag and reach down inside. As you do you feel something like a leather box. You then open the box from the bag and your mouth drops again. Inside the tiny box is a beautiful vintage promise ring.

“This is my promise to you that we will grow old together and one day get married once you have graduated school. I love you Y/F/N Y/L/N and I promise even through all my stupidity and everything else I’m with you till the end of the line.” Bucky says as he takes the box from you and places the ring on your finger and hands you the next bag. You're speechless to be honest so you just start to take the tissue paper out of the last gift. And you reach down into the bag and feel something soft and fluffy. You pull out a white stuffed bear that has a whole bunch of pink little hearts as a pattern all over it. You just start to cry tears of joy and hug it and look up at the love of your life speechless, the memory of a pancake thrown to your face completely gone.

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be-ready-when-i-say-go · 4 years

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*with Luke* helping your sister and her fiance with making a wedding registry (register?) and Luke comes along and you're aksjdksksk bc Luke

You’re on a video call with your sister begging, she’s got her hands buried in her hair. “I don’t have the slightest fucking clue how to build a registry.”

You laugh, “And why are you asking me to help? I don’t know either.”

“Emotional support,” she counters, “Emotional support!”

“You do realize that’s why you have a fiancé?”

“They went out of town for work. Please help. Please. Just one Friday with your sister. It ain’t that bad.” You sigh because you were supposed to spend the day with Luke. He had been in the studio late some nights. He made point to stay in during the mornings so you two could have breakfast. But still it wasn’t easy and you two hadn’t been able to spend a lot of time together.

However, you still can’t leave your sister hanging. Especially now hearing that she’d be starting this process by herself. “I gotta make a call,” you say. “But sure.”

“Thank you! You’re the best sister around.”

“Please remember that at all major holidays with year.” The two of you laugh and she ends the call. You’re not sure if Luke’s gonna blow his top or not. You know he’d been working hard laying vocals so he could take the day with you and now here you were, having to cancel them. Luke didn’t get angry a lot at all--but right now there was pressure from the record label and you know that he needed to focus on that. You still wanted your time together.

Things are just a mess. There’s no real sense in waiting either. Either way it’d be a mess. The phone rings in your ear and you’re trying to keep the shakes out of your hands. You don’t want to cancel the plans and you’re hoping today’s been good in the studio so that maybe you two and rearrange for just dinner out and bout rather than the whole day like previously determined.

“Hey, babe,” Luke answers.

You can’t tell from his voice if today’s bad or not. He sounds okay, possibly tired. “Hey. Is it a bad time?”

“No, no. Not a bad time. What’s up?”

“My sister called.”

There’s a small pause but Luke hums. “Trouble in paradise or?”

“Not a bad kind of trouble. She needs help with her wedding registry and her fiance went out town for work and I think she wants to go to a few stores and talk to someone there. And she asked for my help.”

“Uh huh, why do you sound scared? Is that really what’s going on?”

“She wanted to go Friday.”

Another pause. Then he hums and you swear you can feel every ounce of blood thumping through your veins. “Got space for one more?”

Brows burrowed, you pull the phone away to make sure you’ve called the right person. “Huh?”

“If it’s a girls only thing, then, I get it. I’ll-I’ll just work until about 2 on Friday and then later in the afternoon we can hang out like we planned.”

“It’s-it’s not a girls only thing. I just, I know we made plans for Friday and I’m really sorry.”

“It’s your sister, babe. I’m not mad. A little annoyed I busted ass for vocals,” he laughs, “but I mean shit happens.”

“Thanks. For understanding,” you breathe. Your shoulders drop, the thumping in your veins slows. “And I’m sure you can tag along. I just don’t know why you’d want to?” The end lilts up, you’re not sure if he understands what the day’s going to entail.

“Practice,” he returns quickly.

Your eyes widen. He did not just say what you think he said. “What? Practice?”

“You heard me. Let me know if your sister’s okay with me joining and we can go from there. Have you eaten yet today?”

You’re still staring at the call, looking at his name and the seconds ticking up. This man is not real, you think to yourself. He is not real. “Yeah, I did. Have you?”

“Lunch just got here. I’ll text you later. Unless you want to talk about something else.”

“No, no, that was all.”

“Love you.”

“I love you too,” you whisper watching the call end. “What the fuck was that?” When you text your sister that you’re all clear and that Luke wants to join, she has not issue. The evening rolls in deep and by the time the front door opens, the alarm system chirping at the opened door, you look up from your cuddle puddle with Petunia to see Luke, strutting over to you.

He presses a kiss to your forehead and then Petunia. He looks tired and you know the days are adding up fast. “Dinner’s chilling in the oven if you’re hungry,” you offer, sitting up to brush your fingers over his cheek.

“Ate earlier, but thank you. I’ll take some for lunch tomorrow.” He roots into your touch, still haven’t shrugged out of his denim jacket or his boots. His keys are still hanging around his finger.

“You sure you want to come with us Friday? You could just take the day, sleep in.”

“No, I want to tag along. Get time with you. You get to see your sister. It’s a win all around.”

“I still can’t believe what you said. Practice. Why do you need to practice putting together a wedding registry?”

Luke softly exhales, kissing your palm. “Because, maybe,” he starts, his cheeks tinting pink. “One day we’ll put together one. If that’s something you’d like.”

The thumping blood comes back and you’re sure your chest is going to rattle loose with hw unsteady your breathing is. “This better not be a proposal.”

His laughter is sharp and a bit of a squeal. He falls into your chest, forehead rest right in the center. The weight reminds you how to breathe properly. “No, no, it’s not. I know I’m a goof and I probably would attempt to propose like that. But I would at the very least have the ring.”

You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and fall into the cushions of the couch. “You are a goober. But that’s reassuring.” Silence settles, not even the TV seems to make noise for a moment. “But I’d be okay with that. I’d like it. Marrying you.”

Luke exhales into your skin--you feel it through the t-shirt. “Good.”

“Those mixing bowls are hideous,” your sister laughs as Luke holds up a set. He’s browsing for your kitchen and also to help your sister. Mostly, he’s out of his depth but he’s learning as he fails. So far, he’s managed to pick out a decent blender but he’s failed miserably at other kitchen items.

“Oh c’mon, they’re kinda cute,” Luke defends.

“It’s too bright. The lemons and the green of the leaves, it’s best to leave that here,” your sister teases.

You laugh at them, eying a crystal cake dish. But you know you don’t need it. “Okay, on the real,” you start, turning to your sister. “You and your fiancé don’t even cook like that. So how much do you really want to have to deal with kitchenware you’re not going to use?”

She sighs. “Fair. But we do like to host.”

“I vote investing in some good serve ware but if you’re not doing the cooking, then we really ought to get out of here. I still think you two could ask for better traveling gear. The two of you are always bouncing around for work and you keep saying that the two of you are harsh on suitcases.”

Luke perks up. “I know a place close by that’s got really good traveling gear.”

“Does that belong on a wedding registry?” your sister asks.

“Look it’s yours. You get to ask for whatever the fuck you want,” you return.

“And what’s the harm in just looking?” Luke chimes in before holding up golden yellow dutch oven. He looks at you with puppy eyes.

“We have a dutch oven,” you sigh.

“But it’s not yellow.”

“We do not need two dutch ovens.” The three of you walk out of the store after completing some of the cookware and serve ware that your sister and her fiancé will need and Luke proudly carries the box of the yellow dutch oven to the car. You agreed that you could get the yellow one if he found a place to donate the other one. The color didn’t clash with the rest of the set thankfully.

“Let this be known when we do create our wedding registry, I am not bringing you along for the kitchen stuff,” you sigh, opening the trunk for him.

“But you love me.”

“I do. Sometimes unfortunately.”

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atlafan · 4 years

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Take it Slow - Part Thirty-Seven

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

Warnings: Fluff and Smut.

Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)

Niall really did have the best tequila. You and Sarah were playing just dance while the guys made margaritas. You and Sarah couldn’t stop giggling as you played the game.

“I get to play the winner!” Niall shouts from the kitchen.

“Deal!” You and Sarah shout back.

The boys come over with four frozen margaritas. You and Sarah finish up the game, and you end up winning by a couple of points. You pause the game to take a drink.

“I am suhweating.” You say, taking your drink from Harry, sipping on it. “Mm, so good. I need to take a break.”

You all sit on the floor. Harry lounges, and props himself up with his elbow, hand on his cheek. Niall and Sarah lean against each other.

“You know what would be fun?” Sarah speaks up, grabbing everyone’s attention. “Let’s play never have I ever.” She giggles. “Everyone put their hands in.”

You all shift to lay on your stomachs, propped up on your forearms, hands all in circle. You could feel the tequila hitting you, so you knew this would be fun.

“Okay…hmmm…never have I everrrrr gotten a parking ticket.” Sarah says.

“Ok, we’re playin’ it this way?” Harry chuckles.

“Easing us into the juicy stuff.” She explains. You, Niall, and Harry all take a finger away. “Let’s go clockwise, Y/N, you go next.”

“Hmmm, never have I ever failed a test.” You giggle at everyone’s expression as they take a finger away. “Yikes, you all should study more.” You take a sip of your drink.

“Never have I ever sucked a dick.” Harry says bluntly, clearly trying to make the game more interesting. Niall bursts out laughing. You and Sarah take a finger away.

“Never have I ever been fucked in the arse.” No one takes a finger away. Niall and Harry look at each other and raise both of their eyebrows. “Sarah, you’re turn again.” She takes a sip of her drink, and a devious grin grows on her face.

“Never have I ever…” You take a sip of your drink. “Participated in a threesome.” You choke on the margarita, and start coughing.

“Sarah!” You say, catching your breath. Your cheeks grow bright red.

“What? It’s a simple question. Fingers in or out boys?”

The boys look at each other, then at the both of you. Both sigh, and take a finger away.

“Hah! I knew it.”

Your head hangs as you slowly also take a finger away. Harry’s eyes nearly pop out of his head.

“No fucking way.” He says to you.

“Think this just turned into a share circle, lemme grab the blender, we all need more.” Sarah says. You all sit up, you still can’t look at Harry. Sarah refills all your glasses. “Who wants to go first?”

“I’d like to hear from Y/N.” You slowly meet his gaze and give him a weak smile.

“It…happened when I was in California.”

“Was Rachel involved?” You scoff.

“No…but she had one before and made it sound like fun.” You take a sip of your drink.

“So was it with two guys then?” Niall asks, very intrigued to be learning this about you.

“Um, yeah.” The boys look at each other then back at you.

“But you didn’t take a finger away when I made the arse comment.” You raise an eyebrow at him.

“Right.”

“So…how did you do it?” Harry asks. You look at Sarah, who has heard this story before, and smirk.

“One of them fucked me, while I sucked the other’s dick, okay?”

“The other didn’t want to fuck you?” Harry asks.

“No he did. He fucked me afterwards while the other one made out with me.”

“Did you know them?” Niall asks.

“Sure.” You shrug. “They were part of our friend group out there. Not something I would do again, but it was an experience I can say I’ve had.”

“Do you still talk to them?” Harry asks.

“Nah, lost touch when Rachel and I came back here.” You sip your drink.

“So you’ve had one, and Rachel has had one.” Niall looks at Sarah. “Not you?”

“Believe it or not I’m the most innocent out of the three of us.” She giggles. Niall kisses her cheek.

“Your turn.” You say looking at Harry. “Did you two do it together?”

“Y, yeah.” He looks at Niall and they both shake their heads.

“Undergrad or grad?” Sarah asks.

“Both.” They both say and laugh.

“There was this girl, in undergrad, who had a thing for both of us. We had actually both had sex with her separately.” Niall explains. “She came to one of our party’s one night, and she brought it up. She said she wanted to have sex with us both again, but at the same time.”

“Wouldn’t that have been weird though, since you two are friends?” Sarah asks.

“Not really, not like we hadn’t seen the other naked before.” Harry says.

“And you both were like woohoo let’s do it?” You ask, giggling.

“Pretty much. Wasn’t somethin’ either of us had done before, so we went into my room, locked the door, and did it.” Niall explains.

“And I’m assuming one of you fucked her in the ass?” You say bluntly.

“Mhm.” Harry says.

“Of course it was you.” You roll your eyes.

“Niall was scared, and I had done that before, so it just made sense.” He takes a sip of his drink. “Knew how to be careful, and all that.”

“Okay, so it happened that time, and again in grad?”

“Yeah…with a different girl obviously, but it was sort of the same situation.” Harry explains.

“Niall, who knew you could be so wild?” Sarah giggles, and kisses him on the cheek. “Harry, what did it feel like? I’ve always been so curious about this.”

“What did what feel like?”

“Doing it in the butt.” His cheeks blush.

“Um…well…I don’t really remember.”

“You’re sucha liar.” You slur. “Go ‘head, tell her. S’fine.” When did you get so drunk?

“It just feels really tight, nothin’ really more to it than that.”

“But weren’t you worried about like making a mess or something?”

“Not really. Girls were all clean, used a condom and some lube.”

“I heard you’re supposed to use your fingers first though.” Sarah says.

“You can put a condom on your fingers.” You scrunch your face at the uncomfortable feeling.

“So what, did some girl say fuck me in the ass?” You ask. “Like how does that even happen?”

“Heat of the moment, was a long time ago, love.” He puts his hand over yours.

“I know. I’m not like mad or anything. Was before we knew each other.” You smile reassuringly.

He leans in and kisses you, and you kiss him back. His lips were cold from the frozen drink.

“Okay, okay, not hostin’ a make out party.”

“Aw, but dad.” Harry says, breaking your kiss. “I just like her sooo much.” You giggle.

“Maybe we should get goin’. I cannot wait for the party tomorrow, s’gonna be so much fun.”

“S’gonna be a rager.” Niall says, leaning into Sarah more.

Harry takes his phone out to order an uber. Neither of you were in any condition to drive.

“I’ll have t’pick m’car up tomorrow.”

“S’no problem, mate.”

“S’here babe.” Harry gets up, and helps you to your feet.

“Thanks for a great night guys.” You give Sarah a hug goodbye.

Harry gives you a piggyback ride up the stairs to your door. Both of you giggling the entire time. He keys into your now shared space, and brings you right into the bedroom. You hop off his back.

“I have to pee so bad.” You shuffle into the bathroom. You feel an immense amount of relief. You wash your hands and come back out. Harry was just taking his rings and watch off.

“Baby.” You whine.

“Hm?”

“Can’t reach my zipper.” You pout. He smiles at you. You were just so stinking cute.

“Course.” Both of your eyes were glazed over. “Might want this off too.” He tugs at the scarf around your neck. He unravels it, and hands it to you. He turns you around and unzips your dress. “Such a nice color on you.” He turns you back around. “Really makes those beautiful eyes shine even brighter.”

“Ya think so?” You tug at his shirt and start to unbutton it as you get on your tip toes to kiss him. You stick your tongue in his mouth. Your fingers lace through his hair. “Please fuck me, Harry.” This would be your third time today.

“You sure you feel up to it?” He rests his forehead against yours, rubbing your arms. His touch raising goosebumps on your skin.

“Mhm. Want you so bad, need you.” He loved hearing you talk like this. He wanted to hear every dirty thought you had leave your lips.

“Need me?” He kisses your cheek, then just under your earlobe. You moan out, and push his shirt off his shoulders.

“Feel so empty, won’t you fill me up?” You look up at him through your lashes, and pout again. “Don’t tease me Harry, s’not nice. Like at dinner, you said you wouldn’t tease me if we had sex before we left, and you did it anyways.” You swallow. “Thought I had been a good girl for you.” He tilts your head up by the chin. Your words send a tingle up his spine.

“You were a very good girl.” He tucks some hair behind your ear. “Think ya should be rewarded?” You nod yes. “I agree.” He smiles.

He pushes your dress off your shoulders, and watches it fall to your feet. You had a black lace bra on. He reaches around to unhook it, effortless as usual. He tugs your nylons and panties down, and helps you step out of everything. He takes the rest of his clothes off, and gets you on the bed. He lays you down.

“So how would my baby girl li-.” He looks down and sees your eyes closed and lips parted, light snores coming from you. He wants to scream and wake you up. He finally got you talking like he always wanted, he wanted to see how much further you’d take it, how much further you’d let him take it.

He goes into the bathroom to do his nightly routine. He gets back onto the bed and lays on his back. He was incredibly hard. He could easily just go jerk it, but it wouldn’t be nearly as satisfying as if you were to take care of it. He tried to relax and fall asleep. The alcohol in his system making him drowsy.

You wake up around three in the morning, bladder full. Your head was still fuzzy. You slowly get up and go use the bathroom. Harry was turned away from you on his side. You get back into the bed, trying not to wake him. You remember him taking your clothes off, but you knew you fell asleep before you were able to do anything. You meant what you said earlier, you needed him. You inch closer to him, and spoon him gently.

Harry’s eyes flutter open when he feels your touch. His hard on coming back instantly. You press further into him, and lightly kiss his shoulder. You snuggle your face into his back, and stick your leg between his.

“You awake?” He whispers.

“Mhm.” He turns over to face you.

“Fell asleep on me earlier.” He giggles.

“M’sorry baby.” You lean your head on his chest. Without the alcohol in your system, you certainly weren’t feeling as confident with your words.

“Couldn’t sleep…” He takes your hand and puts it on his hard cock. “Look what ya did t’me.” You smirk.

“Not very nice of me was it?”

“Nope.”

“What do you say we go ahead and take care of this, hm?”

“Think it’s a great idea.”

You pull him on top of you, and start pumping him as his hand dives between your legs. Your back arches when you suddenly feel him knuckle deep.

“Fuck, Harry.”

“Like feelin’ me so deep?”

“Yes.” You moan. “Wanna feel your dick.” He kisses you and sucks your bottom lip into his mouth.

Harry retracts his fingers from you, and lines himself up, slowly pushing inside. You both moan out at the feeling, his swollen cock finding some relief from being inside you. The hand not propping himself up goes for one of your breasts and kneads it, fingers finding your nipple, and pinching it. Your wrap your legs around his waist, and he starts to move. Your head falls back into the pillow. You felt addicted to him, now more than ever. You always wanted Harry, but now that the two of you were having sex, real sex, it was like you wanted him quite literally every second of the day. You just wish you could adjust to him more easily, so when you wanted to go a second round you wouldn’t have to wait hours. Although, it was pretty fun to tease him.

You tug at his hair as he hits bottom, and quickens his pace a bit. He does all he can to not pound into you too hard, as much as he’d like to. He wanted to absolutely wreck you, to make you forget about any more person you’ve ever been with. To make it so you couldn’t even remember a time before him. He takes one of your legs and hooks his arm around it, getting in you at another angle.

“Oh fuck, that feels good.” He starts hitting that spot from within.

“Yeah, you like that?”

“Yes.” You moan.

“Touch yourself while I’m doin’ it.” You move a hand down your clit to rub yourself. “That’s so fuckin’ hot, you have no idea.” He nips at your jaw, and at the skin just under your ear.

“Harry.” You moan, music to his ears. “Harry.” He starts moving his hips in a circle to match the motions you’re making on yourself. “Harry!” Your eyes screw shut, he feels you pulse around him. Your legs shake as you ride out your high. “Shit.” You say out of breath. The orgasm you just had was indescribable. You weren’t sure how he was able to do this to you.

He doesn’t give you much time to recover before he starts thrusting in and out of you again. You were sensitive now, and over stimulated. The man with the inked skin, and chiseled chest hovering over you was the absolute love of your life. You never wanted to let go of him, ever. You feel tears start to well up. He looks down when he hears a sniffle, and immediately stops moving when he sees the wetness go down your cheeks.

“Fuck, what’s did I-“

“Don’t stop, babe.” You put your hands on his hips.

“But you’re...you’re crying, what happened?”

“Nothing, m’just happy. Happens sometimes when the o is that good.” You smile. He sighs with relief. “I love you, Harry.”

“I love you too, Jesus ya scared me.” Your eyes continue to leak. “You can stop crying.” He chuckles, and starts to move again.

“I’m trying, but it won’t stop.” You giggle.

He leans down to kiss you, tongues intertwining. You pull him as close as you possibly can. You realize now that you weren’t just fucking, you were making love. Your hands reach for his, and your fingers lace together. He brings them up over your head as he buries his face in your neck. He was breathing heavy, so lost in you he couldn’t take it anymore. You feel his hot come shoot inside you with sloppy thrusts. He stays on top of you for a few moments, both of you needing a second to catch your breath. He leans up and kisses you, you wrap your arms around him.

“I love you.” You say against his lips.

“Love you more.” He says right back.

After cleaning yourselves up, you cuddled and fell back asleep. You decided to go to the gym in the morning while Harry slept in. You would’ve slept in too, but you didn’t want to waste your second to last day off from work. When you came home, you saw a smoothie sitting on the counter for you, and Harry sitting at his desk. You take the drink and gulp it down. You come up from behind him and give him a kiss on the cheek.

“Thanks for making this, love.”

“No problem.” He smiles.

“M’just gonna go shower quick, and then do you wanna go grocery shopping? The fridge is barren.”

“Sure, sounds good.”

About two minutes into washing your hair, you hear the bathroom door click open. You knew he was going to follow you. You part the shower curtain slightly and give him a look.

“Hi.” He says.

“Hello.”

“Can I join you?”

“Sure.” You giggle. He takes his boxers off, and steps into the shower.

One decent shag, and three orgasms later, you both get out of the shower and get dressed. You were sore, there was no doubt about that. You had fucked more times than you could remember in such a short amount of time, but once it started to feel really good, you didn’t care how sore you’d be later. You grab your reusable shopping bags, get into his car, and head to the store. His large, ring clad hand stays on your thigh the entire time.

“You know, I really do like this new ring.” You say, twisting it on his pinky.

“Me too, perfect find.”

“You know which one I like best?”

“Which one babe?”

“The rose.”

“One of my favorites too.” He gives your thigh a squeeze.

Harry pushes the cart and watches you talk to yourself as you read from your shopping list. Everything you did was cute to him. From the way you’d furrow your brows at the prices, to the way your face would light up when you’d find a coupon for an item. He never really liked grocery shopping before. He always got frustrated with the people who would just stand around taking up space. But it was fun with you. You’d hold up different things to him and ask him which he’d prefer. You’d ask him what he’d like for dinner during the week. He was fully considered in whatever you were planning.

“We should probably pick something up to bring to Niall’s tonight.” You say scanning over your list to make sure you had everything you needed.

“Maybe a couple bottles of wine?”

“Good idea.” You kiss him on the cheek, and head down the liquor isle. “What do we think, red or white, oh maybe one of each?”

“One of each sounds good.”

You grab the bottles and stick them in the cart, making your way to the register. You stop short to look at him.

“What?”

“We haven’t talked about this yet, but just as we’re splitting the other bills now, I’d like us to split the groceries too. I don’t want you being sneaky and trying to pay for all of it, okay?” He wants to fight with you about it, but figures it’s a lost cause. Besides, splitting the groceries really did make a lot of sense.

“Alright, we’ll split ‘em.” You smile big at him, and start to place the items on the belt.

You take out your bags and hand them to the bagger. The cashier scans your coupon app.

“Harry Styles, is that you?” You both hear a woman say. She was pushing a cart with a smile child in it

“Lydia!” Harry exclaims, and give the woman a hug. “Oh my goodness, look at how big Marie has gotten!” The child beams up at Harry. “Haven’t seen you in ages Marie.” He holds his hand up for a high five.

“We need to come see you again soon.” Lydia turns to the side and rubs her stomach. Harry gives her another hug.

“Congratulations. I know how hard it was with you to get pregnant with this one.”

“Thank you so much, Mark and I are thrilled.” You make a coughing noise.

“Oh, sorry, Lydia, this is my girlfriend Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you.” You put your hand out to shake hers.

“Same to you. Wow, a girlfriend, last time I saw you I didn’t think that word was even in your vocabulary.”

“Very funny. Just moved in together believe it or not.”

“Wow! Congrats to you then. Listen, is your number still the same? I think in a month or so we’ll be ready to take baby announcement pictures.”

“Yup, all contact info is the same.” He smiles.

“Wonderful, I’ll definitely be calling. Your boyfriend here is the best photographer I’ve ever worked with.”

“He really is.” You smile.

“That’ll be $120.43.” The cashier breaks up the conversation.

“We’re going to split this.” Harry says, handing him his card first. “It was so good to see you.” He gives Lydia one last hug.

“You too. Talk soon.”

After you pay for your half, and get everything into the car, you ask how he came across Lydia.

“She and I actually go way back, she was a senior when I was a freshman. We had taken some random elective together and got paired up on a project. We became pretty good friends. She was already dating her now husband Mark, nice guy. I took their wedding photos for them. They had a really tough time getting pregnant. She lost two babies in the process, just awful.” You nod along. “When she was able to stay pregnant, I took her maternity photos, and then took newborn pictures for Marie. And I think we did one year pictures for her too. She’s about three now. Nice to see her carrying again.”

“That’s going to be so special when you take new photos from them.”

“That literally just made my day runnin’ into her.” He glances over at you, and raises your hand to his lips. “Shoppin’ with ya was pretty fun too.”

When you get home you work together to put everything away. You’ll meal prep everything you need tomorrow. You go into your closet trying to decide what you’ll wear tonight.

“How come you’re doin’ that now?”

“Just wanna see what I have hanging up.” You look over to your pile of dirty laundry. “Might wanna wear that blue dress I wore in London actually. So much laundry to do.” You pick up your basket and bring it over to your washer to throw a load in. “I can do yours too, just set your basket over here for me.”

“I can do my own laundry.”

“I’m already doing mine, I really don’t mind sweetie.” You press start on the washer. “In fact, I think today is going to be a chore day. I need to strip the bed and change the sheets, scrub down the bathroom, clean up the kitchen, dust vacuum.” He blinks at you.

“You do all that in one day?”

“Sure, then it’s all done for the week.”

“Alright, well I can wipe down the kitchen.”

“You’ll need to mop too. Swiffer’s in the pantry.” You wink.

You strip the bed, and put fresh sheets on. Then go into the bathroom and bleach it down. You were starting to sweat and your nose was beginning to run. You needed to take a break before the fumes made you pass out. Harry was leaning against the counter, phone in one hand, rag in another mindlessly rubbing a circle of cleaner around. You shake your head, and snatch the rag from him.

“Hey.” He says.

“That’s not going to clean anything.” You take the bottle of granite cleaner and spritz it across the island. You rub big circles one way, and go back over it another way. “You have to like wax on, wax off. I don’t mind doing this stuff. Maybe, could you just take of all the trash, and put new bags in?”

“Sure.”

“Don’t forget the trash in the hall bath too please. And then could you take a stack of toilet paper and replenish it under the cabinet in there?”

“Yes.”

“Thank you!”

You wipe down the kitchen while Harry takes out the trash. You finish up in the larger bathroom, and make your way to the washer and dryer to flip your load. Then you go down to the hall bath and clean up the sink and toilet.

“Harry, can you bring me the Swiffer please!” You yell to him. In a couple minutes he brings it to you.

You wipe down the tile in the bathroom, and then mop up your front hallway.

“Could you start vacuuming our room while I dust out here? Already dusted in there.” He loved hearing you say our room. He nods his head. You hear the vacuum turn on, and proceed to dust. The vacuum turns off only after a couple minutes and he wheels it out to you.

“That was quick.”

“Not a ton of floor to clean in there.”

“Did you get under the bed? Detach the nozzle to vacuum off the heat?” He doesn’t say anything, he just turns around and proceeds to do what you said.

Five minutes later he brings it back to you so you can vacuum the living area. He watches how you do it. Eyes squinting at every possible area dust might be. You detach the nozzle, get on your hands and knees and vacuum under the couch. Harry can’t help but smirk at the way your butt wiggles in the air. You get up and use the nozzle to vacuum the couch cushions as well. Harry had never done that before. You think of everything. Once you were done you hand it to him to put away. You look around, satisfied with how tidy and clean everything is.

“So…are we done?” He’s almost afraid to ask.

“Yup.” You plop down on the couch and turn the TV on. “Look at how much we got done today. I went to the gym, we went shopping, and now the place is all clean.”

“You do all the once a week? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you clean like that before.” He sits down next to you.

“I usually do a lot of it when you’re not here, but now that you’re here all the time we can do it together. Many hands make light work.” You kiss him on the cheek. You both decide on The Office.

You grab a throw pillow and put it next to the arm rest so you can lay your head down. You lounge on the couch, your body feeling ready for a nap. Harry sneaks in behind you to hold you as you both watch TV. You loved cuddling like this, just enjoying being close to each other. Your feel your eyes become droopy, but you jolt awake when you hear Harry laugh hysterically. You sit up to see tears forming in his eyes. He has to sit up to catch his breath.

“What happened?” He takes the remote to rewind it. Kevin dropped the chili pot.

“That gets me every time, the poor bastard!” He continues laughing. You laugh along with him. He wipes the few tears away. “Man, that is just good television.”

“Babe, you think you ready for some lunch? I’m gonna whip up a salad.”

“Yeah, I could eat. Need any help?”

“Nope, you stay.” You smile.

You chop up some lettuce and other veggies, and make up two bowls of salad for you and Harry. You come back over and it one to him.

“Thank you.” He kisses you on the cheek. You hear the dryer ding and get up. “I can flip the load if you want.”

“S’arlight, I got it.”

You flip the load, feeling relieved there’s only one more load that needs to go in the wash. You return to the couch and scarf down your lunch. You suck on a mint afterwards. A reminder goes off on your phone.

“Oh shit!”

“What?”

“My hair appointment is in half an hour! I completely forgot that was today. Fuck, and I washed my hair already.” You groan.

“So?”

“So my hairdresser is going to wash it again, that’s not good for your hair.” You stand up and grab your keys. “I’ll be back in a couple of hours.”

“Hours?”

“Yeah, it takes like forty minutes for the color to sit, and then she’ll wash it, cut it, and style it.” You hold your phone up to look at your face “Could stand to get my eyebrows done too.” You kiss him on the cheek and head out the door.

Harry goes over to the desk and works on a project that he’s been putting together for you. Once all of the foils were in your head, you decide to send Harry a goofy snapchat. He nearly spits the water out he was drinking when he sees it. Not only were cute, but you were had a good sense of humor.

“How short are going? Gonna let me do something fun?” Your hairdresser asks you.

“Just some long layers like usual, I wanna keep growing it out. I like the way it looks in the high pony when it’s long.”

“Alright. Color is already looking great.” She starts to cut your hair. “We doing a blow out today?”

“Yeah that would be great, could you also throw some curls in? I’m going to a party tonight.”

“You got it. Once I’m done cutting it, I’ll bring you back over to wax your brows, should’ve done it while I was washing your hair.”

“Need my lip done too please.”

You really didn’t mind getting waxed. You had been getting it done for so long you could barely feel it anymore. In fact, you found it pretty relaxing while she plucked a few strays. Your lip, however, still hurt like hell anytime you had that done. You sigh when you feel the cool relief of the moisturizer hit your skin. She blows your hair out, and styles it how you like. She rakes her fingers through it create your waves.

“It’s perfect! Thank you so much.”

You leave a generous, holiday tip as you pay, and head back out to your car. Harry hears you key into the apartment, saves and closes down what he was working on.

“Well?” You say flipping your hair with your hands. “How’s it look?”

“Beautiful as always.” He furrows his brows at your face. “You’re a little red, love, ya feelin’ alright?”

“Oh! Yeah, I just got my eyebrows waxed is all.” You shrug and grab a glass of water. “It’ll go away soon.”

“Your lip’s red too.” He moves to put his thumb over it, but you swat him away.

“If you touch it now I’ll break out. I get my lip waxed too.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, a lot of girls do.”

“It’s noticeable enough that you get it waxed?”

“Yeah. Hurts like a bitch too, but it gives me peace of mind so it’s worth it. My face always feels so clean after I get it all hair free.”

“How did I not know these things about you before?”

“Not sure, I usually wouldn’t see you right after having it done. It’s okay to not notice my lip hair babe.” You giggle.

“Well, your hair looks really pretty.” He takes an end between his fingers. “Very soft.”

“Don’t get any funny ideas, I don’t want it getting messed up before we go.”

“What if you were on top, won’t get messed up that way.”

“I’ll get sweaty. We can have sex when we get back.”

“Ya spoiled me yesterday, we haven’t done it all day.” He pouts. You roll your eyes playfully.

“Oh stop. I need to go figure out what I’m wearing. It’s gonna be cold tonight, I don’t really feel like wearing a dress.”

He follows you into the bedroom. You dig through your closet for something to catch your eye. You find a black lace dress you haven’t worn in a while. It was form fitting and deep cut. It had long sleeves, so you knew you wouldn’t be frozen.

“I’ll have to tape my boobs in, can’t wear a bra with this.” The back of the dress was deep cut as well.

“Thought you didn’t want to wear a dress.”

“This looks so cute though. And I have the perfect black nylons and heels to go with it. What are you going to wear?”

“Not sure. Might where my grey trousers and like a light pink button up.”

“Oh! That would look nice babe.” You find the garments he’s talking about on his side of the closet and lay them on the bed for him. You furrow your brows. “Yeah, I like that.” You look up and smile at him.

You put your makeup on in the bathroom, and pull your dress on halfway up. You grab your boob tape and do your thing to keep them in place, and pull the rest of the dress up. The dress never looked so good on you. You lean against the doorway when you see Harry. He’s cuffing the ends of his shirt. God, his butt looked so good in those pants. Sometimes you almost wished he worked a corporate job just so you could see him dress like that more. His eyes snap up to look at you and his jaw drops.

“You…you look so…fuck.” You push your hair away from your face and blush. “This is gonna be a long night.” You saunter over to him, and give him a kiss.

“You don’t look too bad yourself.” You grab a tube of red lipstick off your dress and go back into the bathroom.

He follows you in to watch you put it on. He liked watching you smack and rub your lips together. You blot your lips and pucker them in the mirror. Then you check your teeth to make sure nothing got on you.

Harry wasn’t sure how he was going to make it through the night without being able to touch you the way he was desperate for. You looked absolutely incredible, and you knew it. As you slipped your heels on and looked at yourself in the mirror, you felt truly powerful. You saw a version of yourself that hadn’t seen in a long time. You were happy to see her again.

#harry styles #take it slow #harry styles imagine #harry styles x reader #harry styles y/n #harry styles fluff #harry styles smut #fluff #smut #harry styles smut fic #harry styles fluff fic #harry styles y/n fic #sorry this part got long #we love domestic harry #hes a dumbass sometimes tho #do we still like the story?#are you done with me yet?

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Umbrella Academy

season 2, episode 5

As usual I'm going to put all my reactions and live-blogging in this one post to avoid spamming.

1962, Cape Canaveral

So Pogo is from Congo?

Wait, is that Grace? is Grace some sort of biologist or scientist?

Is Pogo supposed to be one of the chimps for the space program?

I love this song. Oh look, there's Reggie!

Oh, that nod between Reggie and Grace... What are they up to?

Yep, definitely the space program.

Little astronaut Pogo... Wait, what's happening?

Who's the shady guy in the sunglasses behind Reggie?

Aww, poor Pogo...

SO THAT'S WHERE THE SERUM USED ON LUTHER CAME FROM! I figured but it's still interesting to see the origin.

Oh, there's the ancient Greek! Did Reggie read to the kids like this too? I doubt it but one can hope.

So Reggie and Grace basically treated Pogo like their child... And Reggie was actually a decent parent... ? Dude, you couldn't do that for your actual kids?!

Wait, does this make Pogo the seven's big brother? 😆

And there's the Magnificent 12. Oh, Pogo's drawing is so cute.

Five really is onto Lila... and he's right!

Diego onto Lila as well!

Hungover Klaus 😅 and Ben asking what we all want to know but it comes from a place of love and concern. Still sassy though.

Why won't Klaus just tell Allison that he is talking to Ben? Also, cowboy? Is that a comic reference? Or just a Texas reference?

Oh, I love Ben and Klaus banter. XD

Klaus does have a point, Allison.

*Allison throws the flask away* Ben: "attagirl!" Allison: "i have a blender and some much better booze" *cue Ben sulking*

"I love you so much!" Awwww, Klaus-Allison bonding! ❤️❤️❤️ this show is really giving me everything I want, huh?

Sissy and Vanya in bed together 👀😏 that's hot.

So she brought her coffee and then took the coffee away? XD

Is Vanya offering to take Sissy to the future? 👀

Oh no, Carl!

They have a point, Five. Everything starts taking apart at soon as you arrive. Repeatedly. I actually pointed this out yesterday.

You're burning the eggs, Luther.

"That boy stinks" poor Luther 🤣

Where exactly was Luther going? Chicago? Detroit?

Wait, is that the academy pre-academy? Wait, so it's not in Texas??? Then what about Argyle? What the hell? I'm so confused now. 😵

Luther, you need a bath.

Reggie in a party xD that must be an odd sight for Luther.

"The world's never going to end in such a cliché. Believe me. I know how endings feel" -what does it mean???? Does it mean he knows how the world ends? Or does it mean politically as a member of the 12? Is it a double entendre? Foreshadowing? Does he have some sort of prescient power?

Still want to know who the shady guy in the shades is.

"No, you're not" "no, you're not" "no, i didn't" 🤣🤣🤣🤣

"I have a deep dislike of children" -yeah, we been knew. 😒😒😒

"your grotesque simian proportions"??? Those are entirely your fault, Reginald! 😠

"But...i took a bus" - oh, honey... Luther, you adorable, naive, sweet, innocent, awkward little dork... Let me hug you, i don't care if you stink! 😢

Man, Reginald is still such an asshole. (I'm glad for that though, I was afraid this season would try to play the 'he wasn't really so bad, just misunderstood' card and that would piss me off, you can show him actually caring for the children but no excusing goddamn child abusers in this house!)

"At least he didn't shank my ass" "no, bro, he shanked your heart" -awww, dudebro affection. Diego does have a sensitive side!

I didn't realize i needed Luther-Diego bonding this badly but i do. I really, really, really do.

"It's time to get the umbrella academy back together." "hell yeah, family meeting." -since when is Diego so happy to get the family together? 😆

But hell yeah, let's get the family back together!!!

"you two still a thing? Do we need to talk?" (Diego's face though 🤣) "no, she's married." "Whoa, dude. That's rough."

Diego is the new Zuko, it all lines up!

"I can handle it" he nervous chuckles while stress eating in a stolen robe, after ruining his own life and getting in trouble with the mob and getting high.

"can you get Vanya without, uh, squeezing her to death?" - ouch 🤣

I'm loving the boys bonding.

Yikes, Sissy looks so uncomfortable with Carl...

"Harlan doesn't care" -oh, he does, he reeeeally does, you just can't read the signs, you clueless dumbass.

Oh, the powers... Oh, Harlan initiating touch with Vanya! Boy is more perceptive than they think.

Why does Sissy look so scared?

Sissy's reactions to Carl have been suspicious from the start. She's given a lot of red flags (the anxiety, the body language, the hoarding money in secret, the reluctance to speak up, the desperation to keep Vanya near her at all times, etc) and I've wondered if he's been abusive but he seems more pathetic than purposely malicious, he even showed vulnerability and admited to loving her and fearing that she doesn't feel the same, so I was starting to think Sissy's fear and paranoia had more to do with a fear of Carl leaving her (and thus taking away the only income and leaving her and Harlan with nothing).

However, I'm rethinking things and I'm starting to suspect abuse again (at least psychological, if not physical)... I think the only reason we don't see it yet is because Vanya is there and Carl won't act out on front of a witness.

I could totally be wrong though, I could be seeing signs that aren't there because of my own issues. We'll see.

Is... Is Handler actually a good mother?

Nevermind, she's gaslighting.

But she cares enough to give first aid and admit she lied so... Definitely a better parent than Reginald at least. I actually want her to be a decent parent, I'm tired of the narrative where villains all have to be abusive parents, villains can love too and that makes the story so much more complex and dramatic when people finally have to choose sides.

Felt, Diego's knife... what is she up to?

Sandpaper, steel wool, round metal parts, skewers, spray lubricant, and something cylindrical with the name of a plumbing service? Is she making pneumatic canisters? The ones the Commission uses to send messages?

Also, what's with Commission training and using plumber stuff? Five also used a plumbing company's van in season 1.

Elliot really likes Jell-O, huh? Very 50s housewife of him.

"how are feeling?" "Pretty shitty, to be honest" "Where would you say you are on a scale from one to ending all life on this planet?" 🤣🤣🤣 They are never going to let her live this down, are they?

I need more Vanya-Diego bonding. ❤️

Diego accepted Vanya's apology???😲 AWWWWWWWW 🥰🥰🥰🥰

Diego about to ask girl advice from his sister? So cute, why did they interrupt, I wanted to see that! 🥰

I miss Diego's nervous stutter though.

"you don't speak French" -doesn't he? If Allison can read seven languages, logically so can all the others, right? And Klaus is constantly using French and German, how are you telling me he doesn't know French? 😆

"did we all get sexier?" -pretty much and you're not done yet.

Aww, awkward Vanya-Allison hug... Let them bond! 💖💖💖

Klaus and Diego hugging!!! And Diego calling him out on being drunk like the overprotective brother he is 💖💖💖

Klaus hugging the girls! 💖💖💖

So much love. So much growth since all the bitterness from season 1. I NEED MORE OF THIS, DAMN IT!

Who knew it took Vanya snapping and killing everyone for this family to finally bond?

OH COME ON, KLAUS! Just tell them poor Ben is there, that's so mean.

Ah! Allison and Diego with pure sibling banter. 💖

What is with the Handler family and red shoes?

Handler's style changed a bit, went from retro femme fatale on s1 to matronly debutante in s2... Interesting.

Don't hurt the kitty, you bitch! 😡

The Swedes have become crazy cat people. I'm starting to love these weirdos.

Is that their mama?

Pneumatic tube! CALLED IT!

Ah, I see. That's why she wanted Diego's knife. The Swedes are getting set up.

"oh my God, again?" ... "all of you knew? Why am I always the last one to find out about the end of the-- oh, my God. My cult is gonna be so pissed. Five, I told them we had until 2019!" -that's why you're the last one, Klaus, your priorities.

"is it Vanya?" "Klaus!" "What? It's usually Vanya." - one time. you end the world ONE TIME and nobody ever let's you live it down.

"find dad" "kill dad" -well, Diego learned from Five *shrugs*

"has anyone here done anything to screw up the timeline?" -literally everyone except you, Vanya.

( well, unless saving Harlan with your magic lights messed up the timeline...)

Yup, here they go calling each other out. Hilarious 🤣🤣🤣

"THANK you" - I love Ben 💙

Diego, you idiot, saving Kennedy is what wrecks everything! Stop being stubborn.

Aww, traumatized Five... Please just listen to him, he just wants to save you all because he loves you 😢

Five deserves more love from the family. PLEASE.

Wow, Luther is reeeeally bitter about daddy, huh? What is Lila doing?

"I've missed you all... So much" BEN! 😭😭😭😭😭

Ok, now I'm crying.

Klaus, let your brother talk to the rest of the damn family, he misses them! 😭😭😭😭

Yay, more Luther-Diego bonding!

"since the last time I destroyed the world by overestimating my own importance" -I'm so glad he owns up to this, it's very important but he needs to get over his self-hate and gain some confidence again.

Diego, stop acting like you don't have daddy issues, you are riddled with them.

Diego's hero complex again... Which comes from the daddy issues. Luther is right.

"you are so goddamn big that sometimes I forget what a sensitive bastard you are." 🤣🤣🤣 He's absolutely right!

Brotherly bonding ftw!

Oh, they got daddy's attention!

AHAHAH! Allison bitching and rambling while doing Klaus's hair, Vanya miming shooting the bottles ("pew pew" 🤣). I'm sorry but this whole scene is adorable as fuck.

Girl's day!

"wouldn't it be weird if Five grew up all hot?" 🤣🤣🤣 Klaus asking the real important questions here!

Vanya confused by the Luther/Allison crush 🤣 "aren't we all related?"' -yes, honey, that's why it's weird.

"if you have to use the word 'technically' you're already in trouble" -THANK YOU, KLAUS!

Klaus's ENTIRE speech about their love lives is the most perfect thing EVER 🤣🤣🤣👌👌👌💯💯💯

Really alarmed Vanya finding out she dated a serial killer: "what?!" / Allison, whispering casually: "Later." 🤣

"the healthiest long-term relationship in this family was when Five was banging that mannequin." 😂😂😂😂😂 The best part is- HE'S NOT WRONG

Vanya's weirded out face is priceless 👌👌👌

"the only thing the umbrella academy knows about love is how to screw it up" "cheers!" 💯👏👏👏

These babies really need a hug. Let me hug them!

"how do you guys deal with this?" -look at them Vanya, they day drink.

"well, I get reeeeally high, Allison... Allison... Lies to herself. And you supress all your emotions deep, deep down until you... Blow shit up." -Klaus really is serving up all the wisdom in this little outing, isn't he? Maybe being a cult leader actually did him some good? Or maybe it's just that his family is FINALLY listening to him.

"yeah, I'd really like to not do that anymore" 😂 -ah! Is Vanya graduating out of the awkward dork sibling category and into the sassy queen one?

Omg, the drunk decisions...

"I just hate group backups, that's why I stopped dating twins" 😆😆😆😆

"this family is amazing" - DAMN RIGHT, VANYA! ❤️🧡💛💚💚💙💜

Awww, the HUG! The DANCING! MY BABIES! Fav scene, fav scene!

I want to adopt this family so bad.

And here's the Swedes being set up...

There goes baby Swede! I kinda feel bad for them.

Uh oh, now they want revenge of poor Diego.

Gotta hand it to Handler, she played this one very well. Parallels Five tricking Hazel and Cha-Cha into fighting each other in season 1. Very cool.

BAD GUY! I like this version better than the original, great song and fits Lila perfectly.

Holy shit!!!!!!!!! We all knew Five had moves but THESE MOVES!!!!!! 😲

How did Lila do that? Is it with Handler's time stopping thing? I always wondered how she did that too.

Holy shiiiiiiiiit. This whole fight was FANTASTIC! 😲

Oh Vanya... 😢

Oh Sissy... 😩

Sissy has been so desperate to keep Vanya tied to her but the moment Vanya asks her to make the slightest sacrifice for their relationship Sissy balks and pulls away... Not a balanced relationship at all.

I understand Sissy's fear, it's not selfishness, it's literal fear of change, but it's still sad and it's going to wreck them.

Oh, so this is where the swedish cover of "Hello" comes in... Very fitting.

Viking funeral, huh?

Ok, I never thought I'd have feels for the Swedes but I do. 😢

Luther eating AGAIN. But hey, he and Diego didn't the whole day together! Why can't we see that too? I need more brother time between these two.

Oh Klaus, is so uncomfortable but he can't stand disappointing the cultists, can he?

Still shocks me how all those people just invaded his house while he was away and thought that was perfectly acceptable and cool, it shows they really don't respect him as a person, he's just an object to make them feel better and give them purpose... It's terrifying and really sad when you think about it.

"sit your ass down." -you go, Allison! Tell him everything!

This episode gave me SO MANY FEELINGS! It might read like (extremely good) fanfiction but it's exactly what we all needed and it might be my favorite episode so far.

#tua #tua s2 #tua s2 spoilers #I HAVE TOO MANY FEELINGS FOR THIS EPISODE!!!

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loveforpreserumsteve · 4 years

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Not Without You (Canon Divergence Stucky Fix-It-Fic)

Eight:

So, there was a change of plans. At first, Steve was sure that the compound was the best place. Where they could call some of the others who were off-planet and come up with a plan. Only, when Scott started theorizing about a possible time machine did Steve understand where they really needed to go.

Even if Steve did feel bad about bothering him at home.

With a blue Iron Man helmet in one hand and Morgan in the other, Tony paused on his way to the cabin when he spotted the van. A curious look was on his face before Steve opened the door. Really, Tony should've realized who it was considering he parked next to Natasha's black Audi, and only a select few knew where thee Tony Stark and Pepper Potts settled down.

"Uncle Steve!" Morgan cheerfully greeted, wiggling out from Tony's grasp as she raced over to him.

"Hey, Bug," Steve smiled, effortlessly lifting the little girl into his arms. Hugging her close as he looked past her to her father and asked, "Nat update you?"

"Yeah," Tony confirmed, displeased as he crossed his arms and briefly glanced down at the ground. Returning his attention when he heard the Langs climbing out of the van, he admitted, "When she told me who you were with, I thought you'd finally lost it."

As Morgan pet Steve's scruffy beard, Steve took her hand in his and playfully blew a raspberry to her palm before he conceded, "I thought I lost it too. This is Scott and his daughter, Cassie."

Kindly, Tony grinned and waved for the trio to follow him up the porch steps, "C'mon. Maguna and I were just about to have some lunch." Teasingly, he looked back at his daughter and joked, "A handful of crickets on a bed of lettuce."

On Steve's hip, Morgan exaggerated a look of disgust by scrunching her tiny face, and giggled when Steve mimicked her as he affectionately touched his forehead to hers. All the while, Cassie mocked, "Rich people eat the weirdest things."

Glancing over at her, Steve grinned and winked. Having grown fond of the teen within the last two and a half days, Steve even decided to drape his arm around her shoulders. Giving her a familial squeeze before dropping his arm, he gave Morgan's cheek a kiss then set her down.

"Wasn't expecting you until later," Nat greeted Steve, arms crossed along her chest and her longer hair braided behind her.

"Mr. Leadfoot here sped the entire way," Cassie answered, almost bashfully as she stared at Natasha in awe. Of course, knowing Natasha, he knew that it wasn't uncommon for people to be stunned by meeting Black Widow in the flesh.

"Captain Noble? Breaking a law?" Tony feigned skeptically as he lingered by the door. Peeking inside, he asked, "Food? Something to drink?"

"Sure," Cassie easily agreed, taking a seat on the outdoor furniture.

"That's really nice," Scott smiled, joining his daughter.

"Would you like some help?" Steve asked, lingering by the door along with Tony.

Tony smirked, "You're the one who will need help if you don't come say hi to Pepper, first."

Steve nodded and followed the shorter man into the house. Nonchalantly, Pepper was sitting comfortably on the sofa, reading. Steve was always pleasantly surprised with how easy the Stark-Potts lives had gotten since stepping away from avenging. Of course, Steve imagined that if Bucky had survived, they would've also settled down in a cabin that Steve built.

"Here's our favorite lumberjack," Pepper greeted with a warm smile as she bookmarked the novel. Gazing up at a disheveled Steve, she commented, "Long time, no see."

Heat spread across the apples of his cheeks, and Steve scratched at the back of his neck as he apologized, "Sorry, Pep. You know I was on a… mission."

"No need to apologize, big guy," Tony surprisingly assured, patting Steve's broad shoulder on his way to the kitchen. Pulling down some glasses and a tray, Tony informed, "Everyone deserves a year of self-discovery. Or five."

A smile tugged at his lips as he looked down at his boots. Although they all knew Steve wasn't searching for himself, Steve liked the sound of that better than what it really was. Especially with how pathetic the truth made him appear. Pity even colored Pepper's expression because she knew it too. Of course, she, herself, had been desperate like Steve once. Okay, more than once, Steve allowed. Tony, after all, did have a habit of narrowly escaping death.

When Steve heard the sound of a blender, he snapped his attention over to Tony. While it had taken a while for Steve to get used to the taste of some of the health shakes that Tony made the team, he'd be lying if he denied that he missed them. He had even bought a blender and tried to make them, but could never get the proportions right.

"Now, get over here and put those muscles to good use," Tony teased, as he poured the blended beverage into a pitcher. Placing it on the tray with the glasses and waiting for Steve to carry it back outside.

Following Tony, and smiling down at Morgan, Steve set the tray on the table. Casually noting how Scott was pacing and Cassie was sitting on the edge of her seat as though she was about to jump up at any minute to either stop her father, or join him. Glancing over at Nat, he could tell that she was figuring out what to do too.

Kneeling, Tony got to eye level with Morgan and suggested, "How 'bout you pick out some pretend clothes for later?"

"Okay!" Morgan quickly agreed, rushing inside of the house.

As he straightened out, Tony crossed his arms and gestured, "Alright, let's hear it."

Nodding to himself, Scott quickly went into relaying the Quantum Realm and how one has to be really, really, really small to get there. Having already heard it the night before, Steve didn't pay too much attention to Scott's explanation of how long it felt versus how long it actually was. Instead of getting his hopes up at the suggestion of time travel -- actual time travel! -- Steve chose to pour himself some of the healthy shake. Catching Cassie's eye, he poured her some too.

"Now, we know what it sounds like," Scott finished, eagerly studying Tony.

"Tony," Natasha started, "After everything you've seen, is anything really impossible?"

"You're telling me this doesn't sound crazy?" Tony questioned, quirking a brow at her.

A smirk played at her lips as she reminded, "I get e-mails from a raccoon, so nothing sounds crazy anymore."

Tony silently agreed with that, still not looking convinced. Especially as he argued, "Quantum fluctuation messes with the Planck Scale. Which then triggers the Deutsch Proposition. Can we agree on that?"

While Tony looked over them, he took their silence as confusion, and he wasn't really that far off. Steve, for one, didn't know what they were talking about. So, Tony reiterated, "In Layman's terms, it means you're not coming home."

"I did," Scott protested.

"No," Tony corrected, "You accidentally survived. It's a billion to one cosmic fluke. And now you wanna pull off a… What do you call it?"

Holding her head held high, Cassie proudly answered, "A time heist."

"Yeah, a time heist," Tony confirmed, his tone softening with the teen. Steve looked down at his shake, not wanting to see the hurt and defeat on his teammate's face from the memory of the teens he lost.

Then, in a moment, Tony's stance and expression hardened. Always choosing aggression whenever hurt, and now was no different as he mocked, "Of course, why didn't we think of this before? Oh, because it's laughable? Because it's a pipedream?"

Cassie's jaw clenched, but she didn't sass. Instead, she kept her focus on her untouched drink and tried to reason, "There are stones in the past. We can go back and get them."

"We can snap our own fingers," Natasha added.

"Bring everyone back," Steve softly tacked on.

"Or," Tony dissented, "Screw it up worse than he already has, right?"

"I don't believe we would," Steve refrained from clenching his jaw. Desperately needing Tony to see the smallest of possibilities. It was the only thing keeping Steve holding on. If this didn't work, he didn't know what he'd do.

Sadly, Tony smiled at Steve as he admitted, "Gotta say, sometimes I miss that giddy optimism. However, high hopes won't help if there's no logical, tangible way for me to safely execute said time heist. I believe the most likely outcome would be our collective demise."

And just like that, Steve could feel the last bits of his heart shatter. Although Steve and Tony didn't always see eye-to-eye, Steve still cared for Tony. Hell, in a different life, he would've been Uncle Steve to him too. Always trying to care for Tony in Howard's memory. But if Tony didn't even think there was a chance…

Lost in his own thoughts, Steve tuned out their bickering. Trying his hardest to not spiral down to that lonely, dark hole he had been in in the beginning. Finishing off his shake, he set the glass down before he could break it. Knowing that Pepper wouldn't be too happy with him if he did so.

Holding onto the porch railing, he saw Morgan race out of the house and climb onto Tony. Gladly, Tony hefted the little girl onto his hip and turned for the house. Steve knew that this couldn't be it.

It just couldn't be.

A little -- okay, a lot -- desperate, Steve grabbed onto Tony's arm. Pleading, "Tony, I get it. And I'm happy for you, I really am. But this is a second chance."

Holding Morgan just a little closer, Tony declined, "I got my second chance right here, Cap. I can't roll the dice again." Then, a little softer, just for Steve, Tony added, "Really, Steve, I'm sorry."

Thickly swallowing, with tears building in his eyes, Steve nodded. Letting his hand drop, just like his heart as Tony walked inside of the cabin and Steve hurried back to the van. Leaning against the vehicle and burying his face in his hands as his breathing started turning to pants.

Cautiously, a hand touched his back and Nat's familiar voice attempted to comfort him, "He's scared."

"He's not wrong," Steve breathed out, peeking over at the petite woman.

Cassie crossed the drive and asked, "What are we gonna do?"

"We need him," Scott sighed defeatedly.

"What, are we gonna stop?" Cassie demanded, looking over the adults in front of her. Wondering if she finally saw the avengers for what they truly were. For what he was.

Natasha kept rubbing Steve's back, bringing him back down. Making it easier for Steve to remember who he's supposed to be. He's Captain America, god damn it! So, he rationalized, "We're gonna need a really big brain."

#not without you #stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #steve rogers x bucky barnes #marvel #fanfic #wattpad #ao3 #canon divergence #post infinity war #endgame au #nomad steve #angst #hurt/comfort #fix it fic #otp #eventual happy ending #uncle steve

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comicskelekid · 4 years

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Trying for Him

Sometimes I think where I would be without my mom. So what if we met under shitty circumstances. He never gave up on me no matter how much of a mess I am.

I don’t tell him what he means to me because I’ve got this stupid bad girl reputation. Maybe I need to chill with that shit. Who knows. But I also barely knew English. I still barely know it don’t get me wrong.

I’m trying to be a decent kid for once in my damn life. I can’t afford to lose him. I really can’t. I’d end up dead.

No one else has the guts to tell me when I’m being stupid. No one else cared enough to pick me up when I fell. I’m a problem child. I know it. But I don’t want to push people away because of it.

Except the random Sanses who attack me. Those guys can go fuck a blender.

I guess I express my emotions toward art because of him. He saw that my cutting wasn’t healthy and offered me an alternative. I fell in love with art because he put the pencil in my hand.

He took the poison from my hands. I hate that I don’t have my knife anymore but deep down I know it’s for the best. He took the poison and he gave me the antidote. Sure I’ve done a lot of work on my own but he got it started.

Mom is a legend to be honest. Who else can keep up with the most chaotic child in the underground with a smile and a joke at the ready? Who else can handle my bullshit? I took him for granted when we got separated by this rift. It’s all a blur now.

I push people away too much I guess. I know my thoughts are a jumbled mess but that’s how my head is. The entire point of getting this blog was so I’d have somewhere to put my thoughts. In the open, uncensored. I suspect that it’s also a plot to get me to practice English.

Mom says I need to work on my coping skills. He says it’s unhealthy to dwell on one little stumble. He says that my instinctive need to be the tough one and protect the ones I love isn’t healthy.

I guess he’s right. I am kind of running myself into the ground. I don’t know. I’ve never seen it as a bad thing to overwork myself until I started falling apart at the seams. Now I’m crumbling and I’m too scared to ask for their help because I don’t want to come off as weak.

I want to get better. I can’t stand putting myself through this torture. But I’ve lived like this for so long I wouldn’t even know where to start. All I know is that if I continue down this path I’m on then we’re all in for a bad time.

Maybe it’s time I got my head out of my ass and listened to Mom. Listened to Puns. To Gaster. To all the people that have been telling me I’m doing things wrong. They’re right. But old habits really do die hard. I want to heal but I don’t know how to. I’m trapping myself in my own head again.

How do I get help?

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dahliias · 7 years

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hello children it me theye. i am playing my love, my life, dahlia. you can read about my trash monster below n as always pls come plot w me ,,,,, u all know how i feel about plotting

lmao so. this is dahlia day hayes, aka twin sister to dexter hayes, aka the sensible one

jus call her dahlia . there are nicknames her Favorite People can use (dee namely) but if ur not someone she actively likes she’ll probably pour her drink on you lmao

ok so dahlia is 22, bisexual but its like a men 5 / 95 women thing , like she can appreciate the male form but 100% if u dont eat ur girl out she will

so dahlia grew up in new york with a really irresponsible mum and a constantly growing family; her dad abandoned her, shes got 5 younger siblings she helped raise, it was a real fun shitshow

basically her entire life up until about 16 was her family -- dexter, her siblings, her mother, she was consumed with morning routines, bedtimes, diapers, sick children, dishes, laundry -- she had almost no personality outside of “caretaker”

except .... dahlia is lowkey p freaking amazing up in her head ? she’s amazing at engineering and math. she can fix microwaves, toasters, ovens, driers, cars, blenders. if something broke in the hayes household, it’s dahlia you’d hear little voices screaming for.

she also has a calculator up in that head of hers. she’s been doing advanced calc since 8th grade, and senior year she was bored in two different ap math classes.

when she was 16 she decided that she wanted to try to make something of herself. she thought if she could claw her way out of the poverty-stricken mess, she could eventually bring her siblings with her and they could live a good life

so she applied for hundreds, hundreds of scholarships, met with college representatives, took her s.a.ts three times to get her 2300, -- all behind her family’s -- and dexter’s -- back

mid senior year, she found out that, against all odds, she had managed a full scholarship, living costs + relocation fees included, to berkley. with this knowledge, she pushed herself, and graduated with a 4.5.

she didn’t know how to tell her family, so she waited until a family dinner a few nights after her 18th birthday that she’d be leaving them. it broke her heart, but she desperately wanted to pursue her dreams, she wanted to know more about the world, and see more things than just the view from her crowded bedroom.

she left for berkley in august -- and it was nothing like she expected? it was horrid. overwhelming. her dorm room was too empty. she missed her family. it was like they were inside of her, ripping her to pieces trying to drag her back to them. she loved berkley, and finally had found a place she truly felt like she could belong and flourish, but she couldn’t handle being so far away from her twin, her babies, and her mother.

during spring break, when she finally saved up through work study to return, she dropped out and stayed with her family again; she hated herself for giving up something she was so excited and passionate about, but she felt like she couldn’t justify leaving her kids just to be selfish

so she adapted. she started working, although illegally, at a little nightclub as a waitress -- it helped, some, that she looked young, because sleezy drunk men were always willing to tip a young-looking blonde a little extra.

she did a fair bit of illegal shit too -- she stole, she cheated, she pickpocketed, she conned, -- and eventually she ended up in underground fighting

she’s good, too. at first she came home with the shit kicked out of her every night, but she learned to anticipate the throws and learned where to hit to make it hurt, and how to use her body to hurt other people.

she only fought on the weekends, but it was enough at the time

dahlia also grew angrier. every morning when she got home from a fight at 5 am and had to slather drugstore concealer all over her face to help get the kids up for school and out the door, she hated that -- once a genius with potential -- she let herself become a criminal.

when dexter left the family, she grew hard; it’s hard to learn that you can’t even trust your family, but she learned that. she started working double-time, with half the time to sleep, waitressing and pickpocketing, fighting in safe rings on the weekends didn’t cut it anymore, so she started to go to rings where she would be pit against grown men; it was riskier, but the pot was much larger.

eventually, one of the various dads of her siblings came back into their lives and tried to push in as “father,” and her mother, a wreck, let him. he told dahlia he wanted her to work on moving out because she was a bad influence on his kids, and dahlia was furious -- who was this man? a stranger who had left her family in the first place? she refused, obviously.

as time went on, the man became more and more aggressive with her, leading to an actual physical fight. she hurt him, and he kicked her out of the house she’d been raising her siblings in basically since she was a first grader.

she had literally no one -- so she took what money she had from the last few weeks, and put it together on a debit card. her plan was stupid and half-baked, but she decided that she would track down her wayward twin and force him to return with her so that she could get back the only purpose she had anymore -- her family.

dahlia’s not a nice girl. she doesn’t pretend to be. she’ll be perfectly cordial and nice, but if you pull a tone with her she’ll go 0 to bitch in ten seconds lmao.

she’s not afraid of very much at all, and she has literally like four switchblades on her at any given moment, even though she’s definitely dressed like some mannequin at forever 21 lmao

she always has a lighter or a box of matches on her, and when she gets restless or agitated, she starts striking the matches, shaking them out, and throwing them on the ground, or flicking her lighter open and lighting it over and over again

she’s v unimpressed w the male population. thank dexter and her dad for that lmao 99% sure her favorite water bottle dead ass says “male tears” on it

honestly dee is so ?? edgy n mean n tough ?? but she dead ass dresses like any other lil preppy thing w her shorts n skirts n her sheer ass shirt and heeled boots, she loves the hot weather in marbella so far so she’s just like yes please i love shorts and i hate jackets

she had never actually seen the ocean before bc berkley isn’t in beach county, so when she got to marbella and saw the ocean in person the first time she finally found the one thing that scares her and takes her breath away lol

so sometimes she just sits in the sand looking at it bc she hasn’t plucked up the courage to go and play in it yet shes honestly so intimidated by the ocean . she’ll never admit it bc she is the Man Of The House but still

it took her a while to hunt down her brother, she started in france and ended up here via hitch hiking and sneaking into trains, she has no fear its insane , so she’s probs only been in town like 2 weeks.

she’s currently staying at a lil youth hostel so she only really has a nice army backpack full of three or four mismatched outfits and a toothbrush and a phone + charger that only works w wifi. she’s stealing toiletries from tourists and makes a living pickpocketing atm

she’s probably going 2 be too easy to convince to kick back bc she hasnt had a goddamn day off in 4 years

when shes mad move anything breakable out of the way and do not stand close to a bar because she will throw a beer bottle at your head and she will destroy everything you own

the only ppl in the world who see any gentility to her are her baby siblings and they’re not here are they ?????

if she Adopts u she will show u how soft and sweet and lowkey maternal she can be, but otherwise nah

i genuinely am so brain dead now i cannot think of many plots but i have 3 i really want below so pls:

someone who she can stay with in the longterm -- just because she’s gonna be here for a while and there’s only so long she can pay the fees to stay at a youth hostel and live out of a bag honestly she’s gonna want to buy a bra and wash it regularly; i’d love if these two actually get along well whatever that means. like she’s not a horrible roommate bc shes spent her whole life cleaning up after other ppl but she’ll probs steal ur clothes bc shes not gonna buy her own lol

someone who can help her just fucking unwind for two seconds like girl needs to chill i swear ?? like get her drunk. get her to actually stand in the ocean. let her listen to music and eat good food. she’s never got to be a teenager, she needs that

a person who lowkey caught her with their wallet in her hand and was like dude wyd?? and instead of throwing a punch or calling The Law Enforcement Officers they actually stopped for a sec n now the two are unlikely bffs and they are her Emotional Support even tho shes mean and bitchy and likely is gonna be like “sad??? sad?????? i do not feel that emotion. nut the fuck up. ‘sad.’ what a pussy”

#islandrp:intro #cries theres so muchbackstory

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mymakeupaffair · 7 years

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Drugstore Haul & Review

Hello, again! It’s been a while since I’ve done a haul. 2016 was a year of restriction when it came to makeup. I wanted to use as many products in my collection as possible and avoid buying anything that I didn’t absolutely need.

So I basically started 2017 with hardly any makeup. I was low on my favorite foundations, I was scrapping the sides of the mascara, and I haven’t had eyeliner in months! I decided to buy as much from the drugstore as possible so that I could save some money when it came to buying high-end products. I’ll have a high-end makeup haul for your soon as well!

Now let’s get into the products and mini reviews:

E.L.F. TONE ADJUSTING FACE PRIMER IN BRIGHTENING LAVENDER

I’ve been watching a lot of drugstore hauls on Youtube. Mainly to get an idea of some products that I should pick up and some new items at the drugstore. I kept seeing this product over and over again in those videos. I thought, why not? It’s cheap! Plus, I love a good color corrector. I’ve never tried an E.L.F. product, but I’ve definitely heard great things about the brand. Despite the low price, I had high hopes for this product! Sadly, I don’t think this primer corrected any discoloration. I did really love the feel of the primer on my skin. It was smooth and didn’t have a cakey or oily feeling. I usually go overboard on primer. I use 2 pumps of Becca’s priming filter and will sometimes go for 2.5 pumps. I found that 1 pump of this primer goes a long way. It covered my face and applied evenly. It didn’t cling to any dry patches or emphasize any texture. A girl with dry skin can definitely appreciate this primer! This primer is a beautiful, vibrant purple color. I felt like the color was really fun. The packaging is also nice and the pump makes this product so easy to use.

LOREAL INFALLIBLE TOTAL COVER FULL COVERAGE FOUNDATION

I had a difficult time with this product. First, I’m going to talk about the packaging. I like that it’s easy to use. It’s basically a squeeze tube and there’s a long tip at the end. Kind of like a tube of toothpaste. The foundation comes out quite slowly. You really don’t need a lot of this product. The foundation itself is a really moussey texture. It’s thick and feels almost like you’re rubbing your fingers in some melted chocolate (weird way to describe it, I know, but that’s what I thought of when using it for the first time). The first time I applied it, I thought that I’d try using a brush. I haven’t used a brush to apply foundation in 4 years. Beauty sponges for life! But I thought, let’s see how much coverage I can get from this foundation. And typically, brushes give you fuller coverage. This was a bad idea. Maybe I should have given the product more of a chance... I did half of my face and I wiped it all off. It looked so insanely cakey and thick. It was a hot mess. It did my skin no justice whatsoever. It sat on top of my skin and looked so unnatural. I am going to try this again with a beauty sponge, and if I like this foundation in the future then I’ll definetly come back to let you know. As of now, I hate this foundation.

LOREAL INFALLIBLE PRO-MATTE FOUNDATION

I am pretty iffy on the pro-glow version of this foundation. The pro-glow was actually the first Infallible product I tried from Loreal. So I was pretty skeptical when trying this foundation. I used it on my mother first. She has mature and oily skin. It applied beautifully on her face and she told me that it lasted all night. She’s very rough on makeup too. She touches her face, rubs at her eyes, and forgets that she’s wearing lipstick. Like me, she loves the Kat Von D Lock-It foundation. However, she wanted something cheaper. I picked this up for her and she actually really likes it! So I tried it on myself. I’m not a fan of matte foundations. Even when I wear full coverage foundations, I mix a couple other foundations together so that it will have a more natural finish. This foundation actually surprised me. It looked really nice. I would have liked a little more coverage, but I can’t complain too much. This is a good every day foundation. I wear this most when I’m throwing on makeup if someone is coming over or I have to go out.

REVLON PHOTOREADY POWDER

If you look closely in the pan, you can see a bit of shimmer. I don’t think this shows on the skin at all. So don’t let that scare you! I don’t think this is a great powder, but it’s not a bad powder either. It’s pretty much what you’d expect from a drugstore powder. It sets pretty decent, but can crease throughout the day. It wasn’t horrible. I just wasn’t blown away by this product. This is great for the short-term. If you’re having lunch with friends. Running errands. Going to a movie. Basically anything that isn’t going to be an all day shindig and where it’s not super hot and humid. This powder will get creasy under your eyes and particularly on your forehead.

MAYBELLINE MATTE+PORELESS FIT ME FOUNDATION

A goodie for me. I love this foundation for the price. You can’t go wrong with this one! For me, I like the consistency. I have dry skin, so I don’t like foundations to be too thick. This is such a liquidy foundation and I love it. This foundation is super easy to build and you can easily get fuller coverage with it. It looks pretty natural when applied with a beauty blender (my favorite application method). I wore this foundation around Disney World in September and I honestly didn’t even feel like I was wearing foundation. It looked great in photos and didn’t melt away with sweat. I’ve also worn this foundation to the Houston Zoo in the peak of summer.... and let me tell you. That day my boyfriend got a sunburn and we were both panting ridiculously from the heat. It was so freaking humid! I will never forget that day because it was the most miserable time I’ve had outside in my entire life. And you know what? This foundation stayed in place.

E.L.F. FOUNDATION BRUSH

Now, I’m going to be honest. I’m really messy when it comes to applying my foundation. I mix 2-3 foundations on my hand. Then I use my fingers to dip into the foundation and press dots across my face. Then I’ll blend it out with a beauty blender. This process is pretty messy and sometimes I feel like I waste a lot of foundation. I saw this brush in Walmart, and it instantly caught my attention. I thought, wow maybe this will be much better! Instead of using my fingers to transfer the product to my face, I can use this brush. I think it works pretty great. I’m able to get more product off my hands with the brush. It’s just a better system for me. I still use my beauty blender to blend out the foundation. The brush is only used to get the product onto my face.

LOREAL INFALLIBLE CONCEALER SPONGE

It’s always been a pain the ass trying to blend out my concealer with a beauty blender because of my small eyes. I felt like the sponge wasn’t getting into the corners. I know there’s been other concealer sponges, but this one really grabbed my attention. Mostly because it was at my local drugstore and was more accessible to me. I love this thing! I love the sharpened tip and long flat surface on the side of the sponge. The size is also perfect for my small eyes! This is a new must-have for me.

LOREAL VOLUMINOUS CARBON BLACK MASCARA

I don’t think that I’m picky with my foundations. I like my lashes to be black and to stand out. I like volumizing mascaras most. I really love the darkness of this mascara. I feel like this gets my lashes darker than any other mascara I’ve tried. I might have to use this mascara more, but I felt like it did more lengthening on me than volumizing. It’s not a bad mascara, but it’s not fantastic. There are things I like (the darkness), and things I dislike (lengthening rather than volumizing). This is called a volumizing mascara though?

MAYBELLINE AGE REWIND CONCEALER

I typically stick to a few concealers that I know I like. One of my favorites is the Maybelline Better Skin concealer. I really like the brightness and creaminess of it. The Fit Me concealer was my go-to for a while until it started drying out my skin. I decided to try the Age Rewind concealer mainly because the drugstore was sold out of my color in my usual Better Skin concealer. I’ve seen a ton of people use it online and I haven’t heard any harsh reviews on the product, so I thought why not? I’ve only used this concealer a couple times at this point, so I don’t know if it’ll end up drying me out in a couple months like the Fit Me concealer, but so far so good! The applicator is pretty annoying. It took me a good 6 minutes to open the thing for the first time. I thought I broke it! I liked the sponge tip because it was fun and felt squishy on my face (I know, I’m pretty weird to admit that I have fun dotting a sponge under my eyes), but I feel like the product could get really dirty after a few uses. I mean, you’re using the same sponge on your face over and over again and I don’t think there’s a way to wash it. I do like the product though!

MAYBELLINE UNSTOPPABLE EYELINER

For years I’ve really loved a different Maybelline eyeliner. I think it was something with the word Dramatic in the title? It was the basic black twistable eyeliner from Maybelline for years. It was my favorite! Then I ran out of it a couple months ago and tried so hard to find it again... and it was nowhere to be found. Not on Amazon. Not on any websites. Not in any stores. I was so bummed! I had no choice but to give this one a try. It’s pretty similar to the old one. I found that this new one tends to bleed a little more at the corners of my eyes. I haven’t worn this eyeliner out of the house, so I don’t know how it’ll act when summer comes around. But I don’t think it’ll be good! If this foundation already bleeds in a 74 degree house, I can bet that it’s going to bleed a lot more in 98 degree heat plus humidity. For now, it’s okay. I’m saving my money to buy a Tarte eyeliner at this point. I don’t think this product will work too well with my contacts either. It doesn’t stay in the waterline too well. Basically, I’d use this eyeliner to smoke out the lashline on my lid and that’s it.

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