#and the other fingers getting a bit closer to watch the fight bc now they're too distracted to go about their business

[dimiclaudeblaigan]

Okay so listen.

I never really picked up on "proper" typing.

I type predominantly with my two index fingers and my right middle finger, and my right thumb is for the space bar.

If I try to type the "proper" way I'll take forever typing, but if I type with four fingers I type very quickly. I've been typing since the Windows 98 days, and from that time to now I still type this way. I've had both family and strangers comment on how fast I type. I could never do that with ten fingers!

I think I might have used to type with two fingers when I was a lot younger, but most of my life it's been four. Ten though? Absolutely not, I would simply have to slay myself before trying that.

I had a keyboard class once and I swear to you when the teacher wasn't looking I would resume typing my normal way and my wpm would increase, only to go down whenever I attempted to type with ten fingers. Suffice to say all I learned from that class was that even trying to type with ten fingers was a disaster and absolutely Not For Me.

Mind you, my handwriting was so bad as a kid that my teachers literally actively chose to have me refrain from learning cursive writing so I could focus on writing more neatly in standard print lettering.

Suffice again to say I never fully learned cursive (I learned a few letters/got used to a few letters but I never practiced nor learned to write the entire alphabet in cursive) and have only ever written in regular print my whole life.

I'm better for it to have continued doing things the way I'm fastest and best, but yeah, learning the "proper" way to type and learning cursive was never in the cards for me lol. I am just not a normal person I suppose.

I often study at the public library and it’s horrifying how many people I see typing with 2 fingers. People my own age. People younger than me. Older people. So many who never learned 10-finger typing

So anyways

[morganaa-writings]

P x Buff!GN!Reader Imagine

Note: Was meant to be a short fluff but turned into a small NSFW (its not that detailed but here's a warning just in case), its on this account bcs I feel too shy to post it on my other, anyway....I just wanted to write a bigger reader holding a small P (hehe) in their arms

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Imagine the reader being buff as hell, like not only tall (about 6'2ft) but muscular too. Now, P's short so imagine his small stature next to the readers.

Imagine when the two have done fighting off the puppets that cornered them, the reader just picks P up like he weighs nothing which surprises both P and Gemini because If you know P's weight then you'll know he's one hefty boi. So imagine the shock of everyone in the hotel too when the reader bridle carries P into the building.

P is fascinated with the readers build as the only people he really saw that were huge are the carcasses and the elder brother of the Black Rabbit Brotherhood, so he just watches as the reader picks the heaviest of things up and moves them. He even goes to touch the readers muscles thinking that somehow the reader must be a puppet because no way in hell is a human THAT strong.

Although strong and vicious in a fight, the reader is surprisingly gentle and soft when they want to be. P being afraid to hurt someone with his legion arm only for the reader to gently unfold his fingers and inspect the large piece of metal- just to make sure its working properly of course and totally not to have an excuse to touch P *wink wink*

P has caught the reader shirtless from time to time but until he became more human it never really made him feel anything, until half way through the story he feels himself become a little flushed in the cheeks. Of course, he thinks he's sick but Gemini tries to calm him down and asks him when it happens, P explains and Gemini just laughs "someones in looooove!" He teases and P shakes his head, puppets can't fall in love, right?

Well, apparently they can. P feels his mechanical heart twist and turn whenever he sees the reader, and even one time when the reader saved him from falling and held him in their arms, he could feel their muscles tightening to keep P close. Tick tick went his heart.

This gets a bit 18+ so be aware:

When P finally becomes human, he finds the reader at the hotel and hugs them, glad that they're safe. Both have gotten closer as the time went on and vowed to be by each others side at this point. Now, being human P now has more feelings going on than happy or sad. The lad gets horny. Pretty simple, yeah? Now he doesn't know how in tf he's going to deal with this. He could ask Gemini but feels rather embarrassed so he just tries to clue the reader and, which thankfully, the reader understands.

P rather enjoys being manhandled especially by someone as built as the reader, makes him feel safe and can put his guard down more. P enjoys it when the reader holds him against them, either riding him or him riding them, he can feel their muscles tensing at every thrust. The smaller man scratching at the back of the reader, leaving small scratches along their back- a reminder of what they did.

[aphrodite-would-be-proud]

hi i love your kiddo HCs sm!!! May i ask of one where reiner and his f!s/o get into a fight and the kids try and help them make up bc they're sad when they see you sad

Hey! I'm happy you like them💛 and of course I'd love to do that.

You get in an argument with Reiner and his cousins try to fix things

{ Reiner x reader | tw:arguments | angst with comfort, drama, fluff | modern }

{ Sunset on the Seashore by Vartan Makhokhian 1869-1937 }

Zofia's the first to sense that something is wrong. The air between you and Reiner being too tense, avoiding eye contact or talking to each other in general. Only putting up an act whenever one of them talks to you both, as if you're only acting nice to each other in front of them

The next to notice was Falco, it isn't like you two to not sit next to each other or act unaffactionate. He started getting a bit worried when your usual playfulness and lovey dovey sides didn't show at all.

Udo observed how unusually down Reiner seemed, it reminded him of how he'd act in the past before you came, unfocused and out of reach, as if something keeps replaying in a loop in his mind.

People couldn't just fall out of love this fast so...what's wrong?

Gabi didn't notice anything at all actually, she was too invested in her chips bag. Smiling proudly to herself after convincing Falco to buy the spicy hot kind knowing fully well he couldn't handle it, and so he gave it to her.

It wasn't until you and Reiner leave the room, that the other three began talking sharing their theories while she watched. That's when it clicked and now recalling how you too acted, you really do seem strange huh.

Reiner always seemed following you as if he wants to say something, but whenever he'd open his mouth no words would come out. Gabi thought he was acting weird.

It was almost dinner time, you and Reiner went to cook something for the kids before Colts picks them up. Both of you silently deciding to cook together and then resume your game of avoidance.

Your brain keeps bringing back random moments from the argument you two had mere hours ago, some harsh words you said, the way Reiner put a lot space between you whenever you got close.

Things you said, things you've done in anger and frustration.

Sensitive topics Reiner brought up from the grave, saying both of you got really emotional is an underestimation.

Why did it happen in the first place...well, it's because you wanted to help. Help Reiner with the something he's been avoiding facing for a while.

You knew it could go south fast, but goddammit you couldn't just watch the love of your life spiral into a hole of his own making just because he let it fester long enough to swallow him whole.

But one topic followed the other, the main problem forgatton as defensive words and denying facts took over.

The sizzling of the whatever Reiner is cooking on the stove brings you back to reality, it smells good. Goddammit his food always smell good but you can't tell him that because you're still angry.

But isn't anger just hurt sadness who didn't get the comfort it needed?

The atmosphere is uncomfortable, both of you cooking in silence, barely acknowledging the other or talking. Thankful to your brain for being on autopilot while you were cutting vegetables, all your fingers intact.

Reiner steals glances at you from time to time, deep in his own head. He wants to apologise, he truly does but he stops himself each time, instead drowning in guilt as it bubbles up his chest burning his throat.

He scolds himself for getting so defensive, you ment well and you knew that. So what ticked off his brain to go in defence mode?

Maybe it's the way you phrased things that hit an insecurity he had...he knows he isn't good at confronting problems but he's trying and it's just too painful to look at reality as it is.

Well look at where that got him now.

A sigh leaves his lips, you look at him. Both of you staring at each other, unlike the previous frustration and anger your eyes held, now it's filled with...exhaustion and tiredness.

Sadness resurfacing back, regret and guilt following it.

He wonders how'd react if he held your hand right now, would you push him away? Or pull him closer...he takes a deep breath, licking his lips before speaking

"Could you...uh, pass me the salt" was all that managed to come out.

There's that look of disappointment in your eyes, he looks away. Frustrated with himself and the stupid salt shaker.

Neither of you aware to the four pairs of eyes watching your every movement through a crack in the door.

"Wow...they're like robots" Udo says.

From under him, where Zofia's head was "more like Zombies, at least Robots have some form of communication" she said.

Falco was attempting to get closer to the door without opening it, "Do we really have to stand by height? I can barely see anything."

" you think you have it bad?" Gabi was attempting to push their combined weight off, "I'm being crushed by gaints here."

After they retreat, a discussion about how to get you two to talk begins, Gabi suggest locking you in a room together under the threat of violence.

Zofia thinks putting one of you in fatal danger is the key to opening up. Udo wonders if a trip to the hospital from food poisoning will make you two bond more.

Finally, it's Falco who suggests reminding you both about the good times and memories you have with each other.

The other three reluctantly agree to his idea

Tha plan is set to action when dinner is served, they make sure to hog all the chairs so you and Reiner are forced to sit next to each other.

Whatever empty chairs you had left, Udo put his plush toys in and Zofia's limited edition collection dolls. Yeah it did invovle bribing.

So now you're having dinner with four children and four animal plushies and the monkey one keeps giving you weird looks.

Gabi brings up the beach trip that you took them to before, saying how she missed playing volleyball and the beach. You remember Reiner helping you with sunscreen and carrying the sleeping kids back to the car.

Falco talks about how their english teacher is decorating the class for  valentine's day....Oh right it's right around the corner, didn't Reiner bake you a cake last valentine's. It was your favourite flavor, really delicious.

Udo offers to help you with the dishes after. While handing him plates to dry, he tells you how much Reiner talks about you when they text.

"He brings you up whenever something reminds him of you" he says, "he really seems to like talking about you."

...he does, huh.

You look at him, in the living room currently getting his ass kicked by Zofia and Gabi in Mortal Kombat.

Falco seems to tell him something that makes him smile, looking at you after.

And without realising it, you're smiling too.

[The four of them share a look, before Udo pulls you to play with them and Reiner.

You sit next to each other, he holds his hand out.

...you take his hand, he pulls you closer.

Just as Zofia and Gabi have their second win against him, Falco and Udo take the controler and steal his turn.

He doesn't mind, instead focusing his attention on you. "You know that I love you no matter what, right?" He whispers in your ear.

[itsadamcole]

christmas baby

fem!reader x drew mcintyre

reader goes into labor with drew’s baby, while drew is in the ring fighting for his wwe championship

word count: 1.8k+

warnings: pregnancy, dad!drew (bc why not), fluffy

— day 8 lets gooo. i literally wrote this up yesterday during raw —

masterlist || request an imagine here

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Drew’s POV

"The following match scheduled for one fall is for the WWE Championship. Introducing first the challenger, weighing in at 267 pounds, from Dublin, Ireland. Sheamus!" is announced as Sheamus stands across from me in the ring.

The crowd cheers and boos for my former best friend.

After the crowd calms down, Mike Rome says, "And his opponent, weighing in at 265 pounds, from Ayer, Scotland. He is the WWE Champion, Drew McIntyre!"

The crowd cheers for me and I hold up my title.

The referee takes my title and holds it up. I prepare myself for my match as the title is handed off.

The lights come up and the bell rings. Sheamus comes right after me, striking me with his fists. I try pushing him off me.

He starts yelling at me. "Come on, fella!" he shouts. "Hit me. I dare ya!"

So, that's what I do. I deliver the Glasgow Kiss to him and Sheamus stumbles backward, stunned.

I run at him, clotheslining him so he lands on his back in the ring. He lays by the ropes, using them to get up. I run at him but he pulls down the ropes and I go flying over them. I land on the ground outside the ring with a grunt.

Someone runs over to me and says so only I can hear, "Drew, we just got a call from your wife. Y/N just called from an ambulance. She's been in labor for a few hours but her water broke so she had to go to the hospital. She called 9-1-1 since she was alone. She waited as long as she could but she had to go to the hospital."

My eyes widen and Sheamus is looking over the ropes at me. He knows what this means.

I have to end this match and fast. I need to be there for the birth of my child.

***

Your POV

You scream in pain as another contraction hits. They've been getting closer and closer together over the past few hours. You wanted to wait for Drew to get home before you went to the hospital but your water broke so you had to go to the hospital. You have been progressing quickly. You were at six centimeters when you got here a half-hour ago.

When the due date got closer, Drew gave you the number of a WWE official and a close friend of Drew's. You were supposed to call when you went into labor and if Drew was at the arena. You felt contractions begin to start about two hours ago and waited as long as you could. Once your water broke and you were in the ambulance, you called.

It’s Christmas Eve. At the rate you’re going, you’ll be giving birth on Christmas Day.

As soon as you were settled in a room, you turned on USA Network. It's about forty minutes later and Sheamus is setting up for the Brogue Kick. This match has been really long and you aren't very happy about it. Drew was the main event and he wasn't on TV when you called.

You grip the sheets on the bed as you breathe your way through a contraction.

Sheamus hits the Brogue Kick on Drew and you gasp, eyes still on the TV.

"No," you say. "Drew, no."

You watch as Sheamus goes in for the cover. The referee counts to three and the bell rings.

The contractions get worse and you scream in pain.

Drew lost his title. He was supposed to retain. He purposefully lost his title.

A nurse comes in and checks on you. "How are you doing, honey?" she asks. "Everything okay?"

The nurse checks to see how dilated you are now as you nod and say, "Yeah, everything's okay. Um, I know I said I didn't want drugs but can I pretty please have an epidural?"

Your nurse laughs and says, "Of course. Someone will be in soon so administer it. You're also at about seven centimeters dilated. Can we call someone for you? Family? The father?"

"The father should be on his way any second," you glance up at the TV as Drew gives Sheamus a handshake.

The nurse looks at the TV and asks, "Wait, you're Mrs. Y/N McIntyre, aren't you?"

You nod and say, "Yep, that's me, and that's my husband." You nod at the TV as it goes off the air.

The nurse sits in a chair beside you and says, "My husband and sons love wrestling. They're huge fans of Drew's and I know that they're not happy that Drew lost his title."

You smile and say, "I'm not happy that Drew lost his title. I know he's in a rush to get here and that's why but he didn't have to give up his title."

The nurse laughs softly and says, "Well, I'm sure they'll give him a title run. When he gets here, we'll be sure to get him up here as soon as possible. It's still a few hours before the baby gets here."

An anesthesiologist comes into the room to give you the epidural. The nurse holds your hand as you're given the drugs. The epidural starts to kick in about ten minutes later, and you have several contractions between when the epidural is administered and when it actually kicks in.

It's close to an hour later when Drew shows up. He's wearing a black tank top with grey sweatpants. You can see his tights peeping out from the top of his sweatpants because they're hanging a little low.

"Are you still in your gear?" you ask.

Drew nods and takes your hand. "I had to get here as soon as I could," he says. "How far along 're ya?"

You say, "I'm close to eight centimeters. I still have an hour or two left to go before I give birth."

Drew kisses your hand and says, "I'm sorry I couldn't get here faster. Ya called right before my match and I wasn't given the news until the match started."

A contraction starts and you squeeze Drew's hand. You pant out, "You didn't have to lose your title to get here."

Your husband rests his other hand on top of yours are you breathe your way through the contraction. They've been the closest than they ever have been. They're about three minutes apart and lasting about a minute.

The epidural has helped the pain a little bit but not a lot because it hasn't fully kicked in.

"I wanted to," Drew says as the contraction stops. "We got lucky that Raw was here in Orlando this week. Next week, I'd be traveling to Michigan and right from there I'd be traveling to California. I wouldn’t have made it in time. It’s the one thing I always promised myself.”

You look at Drew and say, “Baby, I would have understood if you couldn’t be here. Your job pays the bills since I said I would be a stay at home parent.”

He leans down and kisses your sweaty forehead. “I promised ya that I’d be here, and I’ve never broken a promise when it comes to ya and our baby,” Drew says.

You smile as another contraction starts. You cry out in pain and hold Drew’s hand.

This continues for almost two hours. The contractions get worse and are closer together. The nurse checks your cervix every fifteen minutes when it dilates to nine centimeters.

You’re taken into a delivery room as soon as you hit ten centimeters.

Drew is given a plastic gown so he can come into the room with you. He stands by your bedside as two nurses get you prepared to give birth.

You’re covered in a thick layer of sweat and your hair is a mess. Hopefully this will all be worth it after all the pain you’ve gone through in the past several hours.

The doctor comes in and says, “Alright, Mrs. McIntyre. When the next contraction comes, I need you to begin pushing.”

You nod as the doctor gets set up. You look up at Drew and he looks down at you. He smiles at you.

A contraction hits and the doctor says, “Alright, push me me, Y/N.”

So you do. You push, and you push.

It’s close to two hours of pushing before the baby comes out.

The sounds of a baby crying makes you sigh with relief that the pain is over and that your baby boy is here.

As the doctor wraps your son in a light blue swaddle, you can see a head full of dark hair. The baby definitely has Drew’s dark hair.

Drew is handed your son and you look up, seeing your sweet boy’s sleeping face. Happy tears begin to fall down your face. You’re definitely still a little emotional.

“Do we have a name?” the doctor asks.

You nod and say, “We wanted to name him Archie John McIntyre.”

Archie was chosen because both you and Drew liked it, and it had some Scottish meaning. John is his middle name because it was your great-grandfather, grandfather, and dad’s middle name. You wanted to keep the tradition.

Drew rocks little Archie back and forth and you let your son hold your finger.

“So,” Drew says, looking at you. “When are we trying again for another one?”

You glare up at your husband and say, “Not for a while. I cannot handle this pain again, Drew. At least getting hit with a chair won’t feel as bad since I literally pushed a baby out of me today.”

Your husband laughs and presses a kiss to your head. “I love ya, Y/N,” he says. “And I love this little life ya have birth to.”

Archie begins to fuss in Drew’s arms and you giggle, “Someone’s hungry. Give him to me.” You hold your arms out for Archie.

Drew hands Archie over to you and you breastfeed him.

A few hours later, you’re discharged. When you get home, you take a picture of Archie holding yours and Drew’s fingers.

Drew posts on his social media saying, “A future WWE champ was born today. He’s definitely coming for that title.”

You post on your socials saying, “What a Christmas present that we were given today. Baby Archie was born early this morning, on Christmas Day. We love you, Archie. Thank you for making us parents on Christmas.”

That night, Drew sleeps with his arms wrapped around your waist and you sleep facing the crib in your bedroom. You watch your son sleep.

A smile forms across your lips as you realize that this is your life now. You have a husband who loves you and a baby who is loved by both of you.

[aizawa-needs-coffee]

Hi!! Could I have a matchup please? I'm 18, pronouns she/her, I'm fine w any gender though I have a preference for males

If its of any relevance, physically I'm about 5'8 tall and on the chubby side, green eyes, brown hair (with blonde streaks) and I wear glasses

If you're into astrology/ mbti, I am a Sagittarius w both moon and rising in Cancer and I'm INFP

So I'm quite emotional lol. Usually very in touch with my emotions and quite perceptive of other's feelings as well. I have a huge saviours complex especially when it comes to feelings (i love helping others figure out their feelings, being a shoulder to cry on or even offering comforting hugs) but I try my best to keep it control cause I don't wanna be suffocating

On the outside I'd say I'm fairly organized, I keep my room clean and all of that, I'm a lil bit of a perfectionist but mentally I'm all over the place. I tend to get carried away by thoughts and emotions and end up procrastinating a lot; anxiety makes it all worse. In short, I suck at time management

To most people I may seem quiet and reserved but I actually really enjoy talking to people; I'm really insecure about not being funny or interesting enough tho. Around my friends I'm more relaxed but still have moments of self doubt

I can also be quite obsessive. If something really catches my interest I won't stop until I search all there is to know about it. For example I watched bnha, read the manga, the spin offs etc all in less than a month and now I'm indulging in fanart and fanfics because I need m o r e c o n t e n t hsbsb. I'm also that kind of person that listens to a new song they like on repeat until they hate it. Speaking of music, I can't say I have a taste lol. My fave genres are rock, pop and indie but I hear smth I like, I listen to it, whether its "high quality" music, basic or weird. Lately I've been listening to a lot of epicore which is literally the type of music thats used in fantasy and sci fi movies askfkdk

I like expressing myself through writing, singing and dancing but I really can't say I'm talented at either of those, it's all in good fun. I also enjoy reading (fiction, non-fic books bore me like hell; my fave genres are fantasy, sci fi and crime) but I haaate literature in school. I'm actually a bit of a math nerd and this year I'm starting uni, studying computer science!! Oh! I've also taken drama classes for 2 years (despite the fear I loved being on stage and plan on starting again once I'm done w the baccalaureate), I love playing D&D and while I woulnd't quite call myself a gamer, I love role playing video games. I'm also almost always down for any kind of multiplayer video games w friends although I have no experience

I'm not a sportive person, I go on walks or do a few exercises every now and then at home but I'm willing to try stuff out like a new sport or going to the gym w an s/o. I do plan on starting self defense classes soon and maybe taking up sword fighting (I love swords hehe)

Tbh I've never been in a relationship so I'm not really sure how I would act w an s/o, nor what I'm exactly looking for. I best express my affection through physical touch tho and that includes my friends so I'd like someone who isn't bothered or can get used to that (s/o would still receive the most hugs/ cuddles etc). I'm not that comfortable w the other love languages for friends and family, but I think I'd be a lot more eager to express my love through them for s/o. If I'm on the receiving end, my weakness is still physical touch :)) but I also need words of affirmation every now and then cause insecurities 🌠 and while I wouldn't ask for anything, especially objects, I am a hoarder and I'd keep any kind of gift like its a national treasure simply bc its from someone I love.

In addition, it doesn't really matter if s/o is more on the emotional or rational side a long as they dont invalidate my feelings; it angers me a lot and makes me feel even more insecure. I tend to isolate when I'm really really upset about something so I need a lil bit of pushing to talk abt it; I'm open to talk abt my feelings but I need the verbal confirmation that they care and wanna help, its not just cause they're being nice

Wow that is a lot of rambling jeez ajsjsjs sorry. Thank you so much if you've read throught that all and ty for the match up!!

Me and my wife literally having a ten minute debate on who we’d pair you with before I made my choice. Thanks for all the details and I hope you enjoy the match up!

I match you with Sero

I feel he’s outgoing and extroverted enough to help you with your anxiety and always reassure you that you are good at things and he does love you, he’s also so chill and laid back that even if you were clingy he’d not mind, he’d embrace it, his chill nature would help balance you. He would help you feel grounded and have a ‘you don’t have to do it all now’ attitude but would happily help you out. You need help going to the store? He remembers the list you wrote, having trouble fitting in lunch while you study? He’ll come to your door with pizza.

He’s determined and outgoing but isn’t aggressively positive and loud either which I think is why I picked him over Kirishima for you.

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“Hey babe, whatcha reading?” Sero asked sitting next to you on the sofa, he handed you a soda which you gratefully took, not looking up from your laptop screen.

As soon as he was sat down comfortably your hand grabbed his, clasping your fingers together as you managed to tear your gaze away from the Wikipedia page which was still open. You blinked up at him and shook your head.

“Oh just something I learned about today and wanted to do some.. extra reading” you explained.

He nodded his head and drank his soda watching as your face lit up as you started to ramble about the topic, he didn’t really know much about it but the way you told him about everything, the way you happily expressed your interest towards the topic made him happy. He gave you his big grin when you finished.

“Sorry, I rambled..” You felt bad, you always felt nervous when you info dumped on people.

“Nah, it’s cool, I didn’t mind at all” he brought your hand up to his face and gave it a kiss, your face flushed at the gentle gesture which caused Sero to laugh playfully.

“Well, if your sure… I just wanted something to take my mind off chores”.

“It’s the weekend, you don’t have to rush anyway.. and if you don’t feel better by tomorrow I can help, you can wash the dishes and I’ll dry?” he suggested still peppering kisses on the back of your hand before you set your laptop down and crawled closer to him.

You nodded softly, that sounded a lot more manageable, you felt your anxiety settle down from a raging nagging feeling to something easier to tolerate. He was such a good influence on you. Sero set down his drink and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer to his chest.

“The guys want to come over and say hi later, maybe get pizza… but I can tell them not tonight if you aren’t feeling it… maybe you can play that new game you got? I liked watching you play the other night” He suggested as he nuzzled your head, enjoying how your hair felt on his face.

“Maybe… can I give you an answer later?”

“Yeah, no rush babe”

You smiled softly feeling the lanky boy kiss the side of your head and listened as you carried on talking about the trivia of your current interest.