#but!! this weekend i am going ham on requests

[youre-amazing-say-it]

Oh i have a request where chris evans having picnic date with his pregnant wife, reader in central park! paparazzi and fans are there

Strawberry Kisses

Pairing: Chris Evan x Pregnant! wife reader

Summary: You and Chris have a Picnic in Central Park

Warning: Kids, paparazzi at the end, Chris with Kids, pregnant, Crying. 

Taglist: @chrisevansdaughter @wndawtch @dumb-fawkin-bitch @slutfortaylorswiftandzendaya @winter-soldier-vibes

The two of you were walking around Central Park after his 5 show weekend. You were wearing a beautiful sundress that didn't hide the baby bump that was forming. You recently announced to the world that you guys were expecting at his opening night, and everyone was overjoyed to hear. While the happy couple loved the response from the public, you definitely needed some time off. 

Chris was carrying a little picnic basket while you held a blanket, and your free hands intertwined with each other. “How were the shows this weekend?” you asked as you looked at your husband's sunglasses. “It went well, but I'm excited for my family to come next weekend. Ma hasn't stopped texting me about how excited she is,” he responded with a chuckle. He quickly took the lead and grabbed your hand tighter as he lead the two of you to a nice empty area. 

“I think I have you beat. Lisa won't stop asking for updates about our peanut. I can tell she is going to be an amazing grandmother already,” you smiled as you laid the blanket down on the green grass. Chris dropped the basket on the blanket before coming over and putting his hand on your stomach while another stroked your cheek. He leaned in for a small but passionate kiss. 

“And I know that you are going to be an amazing mother. I couldn't imagine doing this with anyone else. I love you so much.” he said softly to you. You let a small tear roll down your face before laughing. “Sorry, hormones,” you replied. “But I love you too bubs,” you responded before giving him a quick kiss. 

“However I am hungry for some strawberries,” you said as you lay down on the blanket. Chris copied your movement as he opened up the basket and got everything set up. You had cut-up ham and cheese sandwiches, pretzels, sparkling water, and a huge box of strawberries. Peanut loved strawberries. 

As you looked around you, you saw a young boy with an iron man shirt pointing at you guys as he looked at his mom. “Hey Cap looks like you got a fan,” you smiled at him and pointed your head in the direction of the duo. Chris turned to see and let out a laugh as waved at the kid. He quickly took his mom's hand and ran to where the two of you were. “Are you Captain America?” the boy asked Chris, looking at him with his big brown eyes.

“I am, but I'm on a secret mission from Fury so we’ve got to keep it down,” Chris said as he switched into Captain mode. As Chris and the boy talked, you watched in awe at how sweet he was with him. You felt the tears coming down like a waterfall, which Chris didn't notice until the boy pointed it out. “Why is the other agent crying?” he asked, pointing towards you. Chris turned and saw you grabbed napkins to dot your eyes. “She got hurt so I have to attend to her,” he quickly spoke and he turned his attention towards you. 

“Bubs, what happened, are you okay?” he asked as he took his hand to your face and stroked your cheeks, just as he did earlier. You smiled while looking at him, “You are going to be an amazing dad Chris,” you whispered. “The way you were interacting with him just made me (sniffle) so happy, because you have the biggest heart. It's one of the many reasons I fell in love with you.”

Looking into Chris’s eyes, you see tears of his own start coming down. He grabbed your face as you shared a passionate kiss. “I love you my sunshine,” he spoke. “Love you more bubs,” you said as you reached down to get a long strawberry with the stem cut off, just as you like them. You put one end into your mouth, and Chris did the same the two of you meet in the middle for a quick kiss. 

“Strawberry kisses, my favorite,” Chris commented as he winked making you fall back with laughter. What the two of you didn't notice was the paparazzi capturing the moment between the two of you, making the world fall in love with you guys once again.

[luveline]

HI 🗣

IT IS SHY FRIDAY TOMORROW

what is shy friday, I hear no one ask. Shy Friday is a small event I sometimes host here where for the day I try to write as many shy!reader drabbles as I can. Shy Friday often turns into Shy Weekend, because I am slow.

Please if you want to take part send a request (including a plot detail) my way from now! If you sent one before and I never did it but you still wanna see it, feel free to send it again! I would gently request that they aren't all hurt/comfort because I've written so many in the past I feel I repeat myself with them, but besides that go ham!! Thank you so much in advance if you do send one.

I'm accepting from all the characters I write for, but I would love to see in particular: Eddie Munson, Jonathan Byers, and Hotch ♡

[inhobe]

hello all! it is i, chy (hyunki & xiaoli) bringing you my third (and more than likely final) muse to wannabe! introducing, ryu inho. he is 22 years old, and currently attending hongik university while majoring in computer engineering. for work he works mostly at a flower shop, and sings at bars on weekends. inho is charismatic, loyal, flirtatious, and very friendly. below i included more information about him, as well as some general plot ideas we can potentially work off of, then there is also links to his profile (i am working on a longer plot page)! i always love to brainstorm otherwise! if you'd like to plot feel free to like this and i will come bother you!

(discord available upon request)

(tw for mentions of abuse, drug use, abandonment, and teen pregnancy)

inho was born december 05, 2001, a sag baby

raised by a single mother, and his dad dipped before he was born

his mom was 16 when she had him

they allowed his mom to stay she graduated high school but kicked her out the same day

his whole life they were poor and required a large amount of government assistance to get by

inho has a terrible relationship with his mother. she blames him for how her life ended up

she would verbally degrade him, and frequently left inho home alone to go party with friends or her new boyfriend and do drugs

there were times she or her partners would physically abuse him

up until he was about thirteen he never fought back, but then he began to, both with his words and his fists

has a problem to this day with his temper and getting into fights, has punched many a hole into a wall

his dad briefly would show up on occasion, but never for more than a few weeks

when inho was 17 his dad got his mom pregnant again with his little sister, inhye

inhye is the light of his life and he works very hard to protect her and give her a good life

nowadays she frequently lives with him and he finds a way to take her to school and pick her up daily, and the flower shop owner lets him have her around

only interacts with his mom when he can't have inhye in his care and has to bring her back

completed his military service directly out of high school and came back about september 2021

started at the flower shop he works at immediately and also finding bars to sing at sometimes

chose to major in computer engineering mostly because he is intelligent enough for it, but also it will provide good money for him and inhye

not sure what he wants to do long term

inho loves singing significantly more than working with computers or at the flower shop, but isn't sure how to achieve that dream

most of his connection to idols is through some friends and his sister

plots/connections

ex(s) - i imagine inho probably had a partner possibly during his military time (february 2020 - september 2021) that he only saw during that time, and probably one longer term partner while in high school (march 2016-february 2020) and those are both fairly open for plotting

fwbs/hook ups - inho is very flirty and with spending his weekend nights in bars and his week days being flirty at the flower shop, he is known to take some people to his bed. recently went through a Tough Time and had a month or two long period where he really went ham

friends - he keeps a large circle of friends around him and enjoys company. so people he's known since high school, met at uni, met at his work. very open!

fellow students - just classmates, whether they share a major or not

a colleague - i imagine only one or two other people work at the shop with him

honestly would love to put him in a band, so if anyone wants a lead singer, hit him up

[maattamatthews]

Update

Well…

it’s been a long time coming, but i’m back in the saddle!

i know i haven’t been super active on here as much, nursing school is a thing, and i want to give yall a little update!

so for now, i am putting As I Am on hold. i know, i know, but i dont have the time to write it and create the best possible story for you all. However, i will be opening my requests this thursday for the whole weekend!! I will be posting an updated “Who I Write For” list and yall can go ham with the requests!!

love you guys and happy to be back 🫶

-annie

[angstyaches]

A scene that comes before an early-days Shayne/Charlie hunger-related request. It became very long and plot-heavy, so I decided to split it in two, at least for now.

Takes place during the prologue, sometime after Shayne confronts Charlie’s demon and before Shayne visits Charlie at home for the first time. (Note for die-hard readers: “Rin’s Exposition Inquisition” is basically being retconned and no longer canon, because I want to develop her character and story a bit more slowly in the rewrite.)

Hunger/whump happens in part two (hopefully posted later today; if not, it’ll be next week because I’m travelling again this weekend).

CW: mentions of death, anxiety, insecurities, childhood trauma, food mention, horror elements (mentioned).

___

“Hey, Charmander.”

Charlie had been peacefully eating his ham and cheese sandwich when Rin Johnson swept up next to his desk. It was rare to see her without her band of pals these days, but she was alone. 

Before he could even open his mouth to question her choice to call him by a Pokemon’s name, she pulled up the empty chair from the desk in front of Charlie’s, spinning it around to face him.

As she sat, she drew a couple of glances from some of Charlie’s classmates who’d formed little groups throughout the room. It wasn’t against the rules for students from other tutor groups to eat in another tutor group’s base classroom, but it was a little unusual. If people wanted to mingle, they went outside, or to the canteen, to eat. Rin usually went to the latter.

There was also the fact that as far as secondary school social hierarchy was concerned, Rin was considered royalty. Not quite a queen bee, but perhaps a princess.

“Charmander?” Charlie asked.

Rin smiled secretively, propping her lunch bag on an empty corner of Charlie’s desk. “We’re officially friends now, and I have a whole bunch of nicknames I want to try out on you.”

Her floral water bottle was placed on Charlie’s desk, too, while Rin rummaged in her lunch bag. She started tearing into the wrapping on her sandwich.

She hadn’t bothered to tie her hair in its usual space buns today, and it fell in fiery-orange waves around her shoulders. She had a small streak of pink glitter drawn across each eyelid, and she didn’t seem to have noticed that a speck of it was stuck to one of her glasses lenses.

She looked up at him, chewing. “You don’t even want to question me on the ‘us officially being friends now’ thing? I was getting ready to bribe you. I brought Tucs!”

In case he thought she was bluffing, she put down her sandwich, reached into her lunch bag again, and pulled out a snack-sized packet of salted crackers.

“You don’t have to bribe me, Rin,” Charlie smiled. “I already thought of you as my friend.”

She smiled in what seemed to be relief, which was a bit confusing to Charlie. What exactly had she expected to happen?

His gaze was drawn back to the packet of crackers she’d put on his desk. He remembered taking them to primary school to have as a snack, and he was suddenly in the mood to relive his youth. “Although, I do kind of want to open those.”

“Go for it! A bribe’s a bribe, even if it was unnecessary.”

Charlie picked up the packet and split the side of the wrapper. “Share them?”

“Sure.”

“When you really think about it,” Charlie said as he opened the packet, “I’m the one who should have been begging you to be my friend.”

Rin frowned.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Charlie grinned. “You’re so much cooler than I am, Rin. And even if you weren’t… I mean –” Charlie pulled a cracker out and used it to gesture all around him. There were about fifteen other students in the room, all convening at different points and at a considerable distance from Charlie’s desk. “I can’t exactly afford to be picky, can I?”

Rin bit into her sandwich and glanced around too, though she seemed to be looking for somebody, rather than following Charlie’s point.

“Well, we do have something essential in common, you and I,” she said around a mouthful. A conspiratorial look crossed her face as she swallowed and leaned in closer. “Something that binds us.”

Charlie bit back another smile, not wanting her to think he was laughing at her. He adored the way Rin could romanticise the mundane, or make a lunchtime chat feel like he was being indoctrinated to a secret society.

“Okay, well now I have to ask,” he said, crunching down on his Tuc. “What is it?”

“Rejection.” Rin wrinkled her nose, as though the word tasted bad in her mouth. “From the same boy.”

All of the heat, along with the remnants of his smile, left Charlie’s face. What the hell kind of rumours were going about now?!

“What – I haven’t – what are you talking about?”

Rin gave a thin smile and touched the back of Charlie’s hand. “Shayne Devine rejected my friendship, too. Only that was about… wow, I guess it was about twelve years ago.”

Charlie barely had time to settle his frantic heart – friendship, she’s just talking about friendship – before his head started reeling with this new information.

“You knew him twelve years ago?”

“Well, yeah. We went to primary school together.”

Charlie nodded, battling a sudden wave of despair. Of course. That made sense. Rin and Shayne had grown up in the same town. They knew each other from way back. Meanwhile, Charlie had never been in one place long enough to hold down a friendship for longer than a year, let alone know anybody from way back. The only people he knew from way back were family members, most of whom he wouldn’t have anything to do with if he wasn’t forced.

“I tried so hard to get him to be my friend, but he would never even come to my birthday parties.” Rin dropped the remnants of her sandwich back into her lunch bag and pulled a pot of yoghurt and a spoon.

Charlie nodded again. The birthday party thing was a big deal. Ingrid had insisted he go to every party he was invited to, even if he didn’t know the birthday kid for very long. Charlie had always suspected there was a political force behind children’s birthday parties. Like the more birthday parties your child attended, the better it reflected on you as a parent. He tucked that thought away for later interrogation.

Rin peeled the lid from her yoghurt pot and began licking it clean. Charlie realised he wasn’t even remotely surprised that she was the kind of person who did this.

“So, Shayne was always… the way he is?”

Rin tilted her head to one side. “Well, he was always extremely shy…”

Charlie struggled to swallow a mouthful of his food. After the number of insults he’d been handed by the person in question, he wondered how anyone could ever describe him as shy. He took another bite of his sandwich to keep himself from making a shady remark.

“But he wasn’t always so…” Rin glanced towards Shayne’s empty desk, as though it might be listening in and would report back to him later.

“Cranky?” Charlie suggested sheepishly.

Rin flinched. “Sure. Let’s go with that. That only happened after his parents died.”

Charlie nearly dropped his jaw, and a mouthful of his sandwich along with it. Nobody had ever mentioned this before. Charlie had known Shayne was adopted, but he hadn’t known that Shayne had once lived with his biological parents.

“They… died?”

Rin frowned. “You didn’t know?”

Charlie shook his head.

“Oh. Crap. Um, sorry, babe! I’m used to everybody knowing everything about everybody. But, yeah, they died when we were, like… I guess nine or ten.” Rin’s eyes became unfocused for a few seconds. “Well, let’s see. We had Miss O’Rourke as our teacher that year, I think… yeah, we were ten. It messed him up really badly.”

“I can imagine,” Charlie whispered numbly. Judging by the way she had started staring blankly into her yoghurt pot, Shayne’s parents’ death had probably affected Rin in some way, too. “Are you okay?”

She nodded and cleared her throat. “I guess what I was trying to say is that I get it. He acts like he doesn’t want anything to do with you, but he still sort of… pulls you towards him, doesn’t he?”

Yes. He didn’t trust himself to say it out loud, certain that he’d betray the depth of his feelings if he did. 

He nodded.

“I guess I always thought it was just me.”

Charlie was entranced by how much this conversation seemed to be affecting Rin’s mood, like it was sucking her entire personality away from her. It must have been an extremely sad story...

Charlie stiffened as goosebumps rocketed up and down his body. No. No, it couldn’t be… Someone would have told him… 

Right?

“Uh, Rin?”

She listlessly picked up a Tuc and popped it in her mouth. “Uh-huh?”

Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to. Charlie swallowed the fear in his throat. “Shayne’s parents weren’t involved in that… that tragedy that happened at Mulberry, were they?”

Rin’s eyes took on that glassy, faraway look again. Charlie thought she was going to slip into the habit that most people had, of avoiding that particular topic at any cost. He half expected her to tip her yoghurt all over his desk, exclaim about how clumsy she was, and run off to get some paper towels, only to never return.

“They…” She seemed to swallow with some difficulty. “They were kind of unusual, from what I remember. Shayne’s mum was… She was so beautiful and kind, but always carried this air of, like, sadness. But her pies were always the best thing at the school bake sales. I didn’t know much about his dad, but my dad got along well with him. I… I don’t think I stopped crying for a week after they…”

Charlie felt a lump in his own throat. He’d only been able to stomach reading a few details about the incident; he couldn’t imagine what it would have been like to be a kid growing up in a town with a story like that attached to it.

But beneath his sadness, there was a pit of anger bubbling. How had no one thought to mention this to him before?

“Anyway.” Rin drew a circle in her yoghurt with her spoon. “Have you… Have you been out in the woods since you moved in?”

“No,” Charlie croaked. “They give me a weird feeling.”

Rin looked up, her spoon stilling. The absent look fled her eyes, leaving behind what could only be described as... desperation? Like she was teetering on the edge of a cliff, and the only person who could grab her and pull her to safety was Charlie. 

Charlie was just relieved that some of that furtive intensity was coming back to her.

“What kind of feeling?” she whispered.

“I…” Charlie’s heart sank as he tried to gather the words. “I don’t know. It’s…”

Careful. The voice insisted. She doesn’t know.

She might know, Charlie thought, examining the interrogative look in Rin’s eyes.

She doesn’t.

She… kind of acts like she knows.

Charlie…

“It’s kind of like… I’ll walk up to the edge of the garden feeling normal, and as soon as I think about putting my foot over the line, it’s like this huge wave of nausea crashes over me. I look through those trees and it feels like… like I’m staring into the ribcage of some huge… decaying… corpse.”

Rin put down her yoghurt with an air of finality.

“Sorry,” Charlie muttered, placing the last section of his sandwich back in its box.

“No, no, you’re good.” Rin drummed her fingers against the table. “You know, everyone says there’s something weird about Mulberry, but as soon as you start getting into detail, they just...”

Charlie’s heart skipped a beat. Does she know? ... Maybe she knows.

“Crap! I have to go,” Rin exclaimed, glancing at her watch. “I completely forgot there’s a yearbook meeting today.”

She gave Charlie a pleading look, like she wanted to be rescued from something, as she packed away her lunch.

Charlie grimaced. “Um... sorry this turned so dark.”

“Oh – no, don’t be sorry for that.” Rin’s eyebrows knitted together. “You have any idea how much of a relief this was?”

“It… was kind of a relief,” Charlie said. This was the first time in weeks that he’d been given new information, either about his house or about his desk neighbour. He also hadn’t mentioned how much the woods at Mulberry unnerved him to anybody else, and he could feel a new lightness where it’d been weighing on his chest.

He didn’t really know what made it a relief for Rin, but that was what he liked about her company. They seemed to understand each other’s emotions, even if it wasn’t clear how they’d arisen.

I’ll tell her, he realised. I’ll tell her everything. Another time.

“You have my number, right?” he asked.

“I – yeah, I think so.”

“Do you want to come over this weekend?”

Rin raised her eyebrows. “Yes. Please. I’ll text you.”

“Cool.” Charlie watched Rin scoop up her bag. “Have fun at your meeting.”

“With a room of self-obsessed control freaks? How could I not have fun, Charlie Bear?” Rin tilted her head as she stood up. A hint of her smile crept back. “Hey, I like that one.”

[skzoologist]

Ok so I, me, am really shy and can't really express myself (at all) with words, I won't really come in and go ham in your asks with compliments abt your fics, but just know that I love all of them and just don't know how to express that :]]

-🐿️

I am so sorry if what I said in the past gave you or anyone this impression, that you need to be vocal about liking smt I made 😓 That isn't the case! Sure, yes, expressing your love about a work to the creator is basically a strong moral and motivation boost, but it is never a necessary. I love my fans. All the ones who silently read it, and maybe only leave a lil heart/like behind. I love the ones who leave a short comment, or the ones who ramble in my ask box directly 💜 I am very thankful to all of you, but at the end of the day, I started writing all these fics for myself. So if I don't get any compliments, I won't stop writing it, or even posting it, that isn't enough to stop lil ol' me 😉 (The only reason I said I am glad to get some feedback on Unfamiliarity is because it never happened before, whereas my short fics got some. And I felt like the thing I spent days on was somehow worse than the ones I spent only a few hours working on.)

All in all, don't stress about being a silent reader! Thank you very much for being so brave to tell me this love, it makes me very happy, as a fellow, very shy person (believe it or not) 😊

Also don't worry about your requests, I don't mind them at all! Your ideas so far has been very cute, but I am taking a break from writing this weekend. I'll start working on my requests next week, worry not!

Stay safe and take care of yourself 😊

[whumpookies]

What's your secret for making so many gifs? I don't know if I'm just slow or my computer is but it can take me up to a whole day to just make one set XD. Anyway, very impressive how you manage to post so many wonderful gifs 👌. Do you know the exact total you've posted? I always look forward to your daily posts :). Have a nice day pal! Peace out ❤

Anoni

My secret? Ohhhh now that'll be telling..okay I'll tell you!

First: a cat that's determined to wake me at 5 am helps because he just can't wait a couple of hours! Nope, he seems to think 5 am is a suitable time to use my head as a diving board to wake me up for his milk, slice of ham and food only to then request to go out!

Second: imgflip is a brilliant application that works pretty smoothly (I've only broken it twice 🤣) it helps clean up my gifs and sort out lighting etc.

Third: coffee, my life is coffee...and Whump cookies but still coffee helps sooooo much.

Fourth: I plan out my gifs, find the clips I want (never do a full episode if you can help it, for some reason the system works slower) to gif, and pile them up, today I'm up to ten gifs sets in my drafts, that's joining the other 8 🙈

It's just determination really, I get a few days to make them (with no distractions) so I kinda reserve a day to just gif.

Like today..it's pouring down outside, a weekend, my daughter is Minecraft-ing her cat world (don't ask 🤣) so I'm free to chill out, drink coffee and gif away as dinner cooks and the damn cat sleeps.

As for my total sets err last year I posted over 460 gifs.

This year I'm not so sure about the numbers, one set a day since 2023 started so..80ish so far? Wonder if I'll get to 365 🤣 good aim I think 🤔

Innocent looking cat ain't he? I tell you Titch is the devil himself in cat form.

[theorist-influencer-untitled]

10.19.24 Saturday of nothingness but a blah...

5:54 am

Still,have windblow...

Just ordinary weekends for me but for the entire wave 35 of Nang's group, it is their celebration!!!

I need to thrift and I need to keep a job and I have to save and still paying my creditz...

It is just sad that TALA is now giving a higher interest...

I wanna do nose perfection and I hope I can save for travel...

I hope I can find the Araneta's group to assist me here on earth... Get me Araneta, please... I wanna lift on currencies even on salaries...

I have to find the Araneta group coz they can lift me and I can request for a currency lift in Teleperformance.

I do believe that there is a group who can make a fantasy world and able to sprinkle magical candies and sweetish icings on my surroundings...

It's been 17 years... I need to keep a job but I want a lift or pull-up on access...

I hope you can give a wave of horror on the bad people in Teleperformance... Give me some back-up Araneta... Help me to wave the bad people in Teleperformance Molino, whatever account is that but most specially on Disney+...

Let's do "monkey business" get me Araneta! They are on different group already... They are not getting me for 17 years...

Give me some real class A's in Teleperformance coz I don't like the hypocrite lie of Nang to protect Seed or Sid on planning probably to lift up more her pointed nose... Cheerina is as well the baby of Nang. She will always say come here baby...

I wanna be the lead of "monkey business"... I want the sparkle of truth in Disney+...

I wanna get access on beauty as well... I wanna gym and derma and dentist access...

I hate the group of "Church Of Christ" that their hidden spring are surprisingly well-fixed! Help me Araneta to find those unfair peks!

The theme of that group Araneta,they will tell people that they are all protecting me but the truth they are group of women here, who surprisingly fixed their peks...

For the Araneta's genuine group, people here will say they will protect me coz they show their well-fixed peks!!!

6:41 am

Still,have windblow...

I like this beat and I can't stream coz I need to buy new phone and I'm still broke...

6:57 am

Still,have windblow...

The wave 35 is weird... They are my professional linking but how can they lift up someone or just them if they don't tell me...

I'm a straight-forward person that I need a job but I'm not contented... But I have zero in my pocket now....

How can you lift a person if they will not tell me...

I need Araneta to get me and be a part of their group! Let's make a movement that I'm gonna be the lead in real life here outside...

10:05 am

Still, have windblow...

Done,on "Multi-fruit Micropeeling" of Dr. Alvin... I will rest until next salary... Coz I still have my brilliant toner coz I'm fixing some pimples now...

4:41 pm

Still,have windblow...

I hope uncle Jun will appreciate this coz I only bought some rice coz I'm still on tight budgeting coz I paid Tala and some creditz and still have creditz on some good friends...

This is for Uncle Jun for assisting us on foodish here... Simple but from the heart...

6:07 pm

Still,have windblow...

I bought a chopping board but for make-up brush cleaner or it can be used as make-up pallate...

There is no make-up brusher cleaner pallate it is all out of stock...

Since this chopping board has an embosed lines it can be used as make-up cleaner or pallate...

This is Elf worth 500 pesose angels... The brush is thick and aunthentic hair, I think so... But it is "ELF"! My old brush... I hope to buy more... But I need to work,if I have extra money...

These are "Hello Kitty" in Daiso 200 or 300...

6:52 pm

Still, have windblow...

This Uncle Jun is asking for 100, I told him I don't have extra money... I'm really tight... My money here is for my fare going to work... I don't have extra money now...

Uncle Jun brought some frozen foodish! Hotdogs, Tocinoz, Ham Hamburger and Cheese Dog, some tapa'z and eggs...

I will spin my clothes on Ate Eden's house... They are really a good people, angels... I told ate Eden treat me as your daughter they are a very good people with heart...She never said a bad thing on me in spite of me asking a favour to allow me to spin my clothes...It is difficult for me to do manual... They are smashing me,angels ( Inaapi ako nila tito DD )...

7:12 pm

Still, have windblow...

Thanks Ely... I'm a part of your family...

8:37 pm

Still,have windblow...

Playing on hair style apps... Still, spinning my clothes here in Ely's house...

I wanna have a curly hair but I'm so broke...

What about this angels?

I wanna be barbie looking...

9:11 pm

Still, have windblow...

Still, spinning my clothes here in Ely's house....

9:28 pm

Still,have windblow...

10:10 pm

Still,have windblow...

This is my real hair angels... I need a face lift... I feel bullshit!

10:17 pm

Still,have windblow...

1 last load of spin...

Will he say this? I'M INTO YOU...

I feel bullshit!

I need to work and earn... I'm not happy,if I can't travel or buy my Starbucks tumbler and my vanities... I have so many complex...

10:38 pm

Still,have windblow...

Still,in Ely's house last load... I feel bitterish... I wasn't able to travel and get a cute and with stability bf... I can't find a team or a group who can accept me no matter what...

How can I see Rocky again... I don't want that I'm not perfect on our reunion. I'm drowning here for nothing since 2007...Rocky is my brotherhood... I have this fucking windblow...

I know I have to prove myself in Disney+ if not,then will just continue to be like that... I will just keep on hopping on different call center and they want me to get older and be nothing...I can't get the one I wanted they are on youtube most of them...

Outside I can't get my cousin-white, it is still in my mind, just in the folder... I feel that people here in Cavite are mostly fakers!

In Teleperformance Molino I like the TL Shaun, I think he is cute then the younger guy Daniel on the work force...

Hmm... But I don't know... People in call center are having agenda's... I have maturity not to fall for their agenda's....

I know how to love... Like for example people in Call Center are having personal agenda... In love,everything must start in mutual stage that you are both talking and spending time together...

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Hello, hello!!! I hope you two have been well and that your projects are going well!! I come to request some Fumi circle icons, except I want you guys to go ham! Be creative with them and have some artistic liberty with them!!! And as always, I hope you two have a fantastic weekend/week!♡

Oh my gosh I am so sorry for the wait on these icons!!! Hi hello!! 🩵 my little project was a lot of fun, would you believe I actually made close to 200 edits in december?? (including birthdays) oh and a happy new year to you from us btw!! we hope you had a wonderful holiday, it's always a delight to hear from you. as always thanks for sending such a fun request, and enjoy your evening!!

[ajoytobeheld]

What's the Portuguese for "willy-nilly"?

July 12th, 2009

This weekend we played our sole European festival of this year in Lisbon, Portugal. This was our first ever show in Portugal, so was exciting for that reason alone. It was also a rare situation where we arrived in the city the day before the gig, so we actually had time to do stuff and see sights, which was a rare and very welcome treat. Here are some snaps and notes on the weekend.

We departed from Bristol airport on Friday morning. This meant leaving Cardiff at 4:40AM. Myself and Neil had slept for just a single hour. In hindsight, it seems we may still have been drunk by the time we checked in.

Ollie’s had a haircut and looks really buff(er) as a result. I described him as looking like Tom Cruise in Top Gun, which, as the above photo attests, is completely accurate. Here Ollie is watching Late Of The Pier play and giving a “thumbs up” gesture to the words “Super Bock” behind him. Super Bock is a Portugese lager, popular with English football hooligans, like ourselves. We allowed our song Death To Los Campesinos! to be used in an advertisment for it. This works out really well for everybody involved, because a) We get a bit of dosh, and people in Portugal have hard of us, so we get to do this festival. b) Super Bock gets a top quality pop tune to go on its advert c) You get to see this picture of Ollie.

The next day, prior to our pop concert, a group of five of us set off into Lisbon to see the sights and get sun burnt. Usually I don’t like sight seeing, I prefer Football Manager, but I had some big transfer deadline based decisions to mull over, and thought the fresh air would do me some good. Here, I can be seen posing with a big poster advertising Cristiano Ronaldo. I believe it was a succesful advertising campaign as he has, of course, been sold. Note that I am mimicking Ollie’s above pose.

We walked for ‘bloody miles’ in the search of Lisboa’s castle. When we arrived, we stopped at a lovely little cafe for sustenance. Ollie, Tom and Neil had a custard tart each. See above.

We walked past a house which had this little bird cage nailed to the side of it. Lovely stuff. This is something I’d definitely like to see more of.

The castle was home to some incredible views. Well worth the blagged two and a half Euro entry, thanks to our expired Student cards.

This is Ollie stood next to a sunflower. I’m very lucky that Ollie is always very happy to humour my near constant requests that he pose for photos.

On the way back, after the metro ride, we saw a poster with our name on it. As you can see, the line up on our day was sadly rather uninspired. I would have liked to have seen Lykke Li and Black Eyed Peas, but in the end I was far too drunk/tired to stick around. Mainland Europe parties far too late for me.

Our concert was a lot of fun. We played a lot better than we should have, considering the minimal practise time we had before hand, and the crowd was incredibly lovely. Got some good football banter in during the set, we totally hammed up the Super Bock business, and my foot went through the stage. Saw something similar on 999 once and the fella lost his leg, so I got off lightly, al in all.

This morning, at a civilised time, for a change, we flew back to Bristol. Ellen’s a big kinder egg fan. She bought a three pack, and this was one of her gifts. Whilst I was taking this photograph, the arriving flight disembarked and from it emerged CARDIFF CITY FOOTBALL CLUB!! Serious. Whilst I was taking this photo, Tom was laughing because apparently some ginger lad who plays for them gave me a dirty look, either for sitting on the floor, or taking this photo, or for not being ginger, I assume. Couldn’t say. Anybody know who he might have been?

[cinnamogai]

Hey, could I get a name tryout please? I have a lot of names I want to try so f it’s too much you could choose to just do one 😅 pronouns are he/him, and I like video games, listening to music, and seeing people be happy!

Names are Rain, Tanuki, Four, Cloud, Cirrus, Basil, Dust, Maple, Cinder, and Cascade. Thank you if you do this!

i tried to use them all, i’m sorry if i forgot one :0 sorry if i’m posting a bit slower, school is again taking up all my time smh.. under the cut!!

rain has asked for me to try out a bunch of names for him, so!! here i am, in all my.. trying out names glory lol. tanuki told me that i didn’t have to do all the names but i go above and beyond for like everything <3 four has so many cool names he wants to try so hopefully one of them sticks!! cloud and i share some similar interests as well, which is fun!! i love video games as well, though i’m a bit particular with what i like lol. obviously genshin is my fav but i love story games or puzzle games like psychonauts!! i’d love to know what kind of games that cirrus likes to play, maybe we’d share some in common! i love music as well, but that’s a much broader genre lol. maybe one day i’ll share my spotify so you all can know what music i like to listen to! i bet basil has super cool music playlists, and i’d love to maybe give them a listen :0 seeing people happy is such a sweet thing to like, i can def agree that seeing people happy is one of the main reasons that i love having this blog <3 dust is fulfilling their likes cause getting asks like this always make me so happy to do! so i hope that can make maple feel good in some way lol. this has been a real long one, sorry to cinder for having him have to read all this lol. but! i hope it can help cascade find a name that fits him the best.

[mountswhore]

One where you and mason have a 2 year old son already and recently you’ve been extremely tired and mason points out that the only other time he’s seen you this tired is when you were pregnant. You don’t believe him so he makes you take a test and it’s positive! Thanks babe I love your writing so much❤️

𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐢𝐭 — mason mount

summary: mason has an inkling you are pregnant again, and not even you had noticed

notes: requests are open!

“Come on mummy,” your son, Sydney zoomed past your legs and almost fell into his father, who was sat on the couch watching the West Ham match, “Uncle Declan is playing.”

Sydney was excited to watch Uncle Declan play, and was adamant on you leaving your gardening for another day. You’d cleaned your hands and sat onto the couch beside Mason with a huff, his hand instinctively grabbing yours to pull you closer to him. You were laid between his legs now, his arms around you, and Sydney sat, completely immersed, by the tv.

“You’ll get square eyes if you sit that close, Syd.” Mason commented, his son barely registering his voice before shuffling back. You were half asleep on Mason, head completely settled on his chest and your eyes fluttering closed, before Mason jolted.

“Hey, what’s gotten you so tired?” He asked, now brushing your hair from your face and smiling down at you, but you just yawned and settled back into his chest. You had your eyes slightly open, watching as your son followed the ball with his eyes, a hopeful smile on his face. Although he’s a Chelsea boy, he loves Uncle Dec.

“I don’t know,” you sighed, turning to look up at him with a small smile on your face, “Syd’s hard work.” The pair of you laugh before your son had quickly turned round after hearing his name, a frown on his face. It was scary how alike him and his dad looked.

The evening of the West Ham game didn’t concern Mason, he just assumed you were tired because of your motherly duties. But it had played on his mind when you were all in the car, on your way to his parents house for the weekend.

“Can you carry my bags out, bubs?” You asked him, Mason agreeing almost immediately with a kiss to your cheek, Syd in his other arm. You’d trudged to the drivers seat, sighing as you strapped yourself in, waiting for Mason to lock up and get in. But he’d walked round to the drivers seat, a stern face and folded arms as he’d seen you sat there.

“I’m driving.” Mason stated, unbuckling your seatbelt for you and assisting you out. “Come on, grandma,” he laughed, pouting at you as you shot him a look, settling into the passenger seat. “Ready, Syd?”

“Yes daddy!” He cheered. You giggled, Mason grabbing your hand and resting it on the gearstick as he drove. Just as he was about to open his mouth, he looked over to find you completely asleep. Giggling to himself at how quick you were out, he squeezed your hand and looked into the rear view mirror.

“Guess it’s just you and me, Syd.”

Even as you spent the weekend with his family, Sydney and Summer playing together, catching up with his family, and going out for a nice meal and walk, you were resting on the couch the moment you’d gotten inside. Mason didn’t even get time to take his shoes off before his mum was pointing at you and giggling.

“That was quick.” His mum laughed, following Mason into the kitchen to make a bottle for Sydney before bed.

Mason hummed, concern evident in his voice as he shook the bottle gently. His mum had taken notice to this, rolling her eyes at her son.

“Give her a break, Sydney is full of energy at this age.”

“I am giving her a break, mum,” Mason sighed, leaning against the counter, “I’m just concerned.”

“Well, I think we both have an inkling as to what it is.”

“Do we?”

“Yes,” his mum laughed, scooping up Sydney as he’d run into the kitchen, and taking the bottle from Mason, “I think you need to talk to her about it.” Mason’s features had reddened, thinking about another baby. You were absolutely hilarious when you were pregnant, more than you were usually, and your cravings were the funniest. You had him, Ben, and Declan running around for you.

Maybe it would nice to have another little baby?

Mason had found you in the living room, scooping you up to carry you up the stairs, waking you in the process. You stirred, your eyes opening to find Mason stripping his coat and hoodie from his body to get into bed. “I need to talk to you.”

Oh, fuck. Was Mason the type to break up with you, the mother of his child, at his parents home? It wasn’t like him, so what was the ominous statement for? He’d pulled you into him, thumb stroking your arms.

“You need to take a test.” Mason mentioned, watching you pull away from him with a grimace on your face.

“Who has given you herpes?” You exclaimed, sitting the furthest away from him. Mason just laughed into his hands, trying to tug you back over to him.

“If it was herpes, it would’ve been you, idiot.” Mason remarked. “I don’t sleep with anyone else.”

“You have COVID?” You shrieked, covering your mouth and nose with your hoodie, but Mason had successfully grabbed you and pulled you on top of him, holding your hips firmly so you didn’t escape. He looked up at you, your features glowing. All the more proof that you are pregnant, he could barely focus as you smiled down at him, looking like a goddess.

“I think you might be pregnant, doll.”

You laughed, the words coming from his mouth were daunting. “I think I’d know that before you, dummy.”

“The only other time I’ve seen you this tired, and glowy, is when I found out we were expecting Syd.” Mason reasoned, his eyebrows raising as he waited for a cocky remark from you. You were stunned, he was right. It could be true.

“I guess I’ll take a test tomorrow, then.”

And here you were. Waiting the dreaded three minutes, and you were cradling yourself outside the bathroom door. Mason, his mum, and sister, were all surrounding you, anxiously waiting for the result.

“Okay, that’s the timer,” Mason’s sister stated, grabbing your hand and pulling you up, entering the bathroom with you. Mason and his mum following closely behind. You didn’t look, you let his sister look for you, and judging by the squeals and cheers from all three of them, it was positive.

You felt faint. Holding onto Mason, he looked down at you and peppered your face with a million kisses, overjoyed that you were expecting again. Another baby, another weird batch of cravings, another 9 months of throwing up, feeling tired, aching constantly, waking up in the middle of the night to pee. Was it worth it? Absolutely. Because of the smile on Mason’s face when you said you were expecting, the tears that fell when he finally held Sydney for the first time, the closer connection the two of you had throughout each trimester. It was all worth it.

“I knew it,” Mason yelled, holding onto you tightly and jumping around, “I knew you were pregnant.” The last sentence he’d mumbled to you, holding onto your face so tight, smiling down at you as you looked up to him.

[nikoruistyping]

Tony Stark x Reader (fem)

It's some Holiday or weekend and Tony is going to meet the reader's family for the first time, he is really nervous but everybody loves him and sees how much he loves the reader, he so cute with her, he hugs and kisses in front of everyone 🥰

Home for The Holidays || Tony Stark || Headcanon

Tony Stark x Girlfriend!Fem!reader​

TW: Fluff, Light Swearing (Does god damn count as a curse word?), Playful Banter

A/N: Y/DFN = Your Dad’s First Name

I decided to do this one in the format of a headcanon since I wasn't sure how to fully make the concept into an actual completed piece and also because I had a lot of just random tid bits of information but not enough to make a full in detail one-shot. I tried to fit in all the Christmas stuff I could think of that is traditional to what I myself/my family does together, hopefully it’s still relatable to people. I hope you enjoy and thank you for the request Anon!

So finally the time has come...to meet the parents

Tony was literally shaking the whole private jet ride to your hometown

and to make things 10x more exciting it was Christmas, the holiday he knew was the most important to you and especially your family

Your whole family are Christmas Fanatics

Mom had at least 3 different Christmas trees around the house decorated from top to bottom, not a single open space of green was poking out of the tree by how filled up with Christmas ornaments it was

The inside of the house looked like it had become Santa’s home

Dad was in charge of all the lights that were both inside and outside the house, he would put up so many lights that you didn't even want to know what the electricity bill that month would be

Your parents were the type to have “friendly” neighborhood competitions to see who had the best decorated house on the block

Your siblings were the real talented ones, they would cook and prepare all the holiday favorites for the table

Roasted Turkey & Ham? Check, Mashed Potatoes? Check. Mixed Veggies? Check. Eggnog? Check. Gingerbread House? Double Check.

They didn’t miss not a single dish on the table and they both would cook it all together as a family

You on the other hand you were nervous out of your mind to finally be presenting your boyfriend to your family

Trying to tell your parents that now you were dating the biggest genius, billionaire, philanthropist of New York wasn't exactly an easy task

You warned your parents on the phone specifically NOT to embarrass you in front of Tony

But asking them was like asking Tony not to bring his Ironman suit everywhere

Obviously that wasn't happening

You were tapping your foot nervously as the both of you stared at your house waiting to go inside

“Wow your parents really go...all out.”

“Yeah its overkill I know Tony.”

“It’s not overkill, just your house is so bright it looks like the god damn sun.”

“Tony! Language!”

“Oh god please don’t tell me Cap is now rubbing off on you too?!”

“Tony for one minute just shut up and smile.”

You both tried to act normal holding hands as your mom swung the door open and gasped

“Oh look who it is everyone! You both make the cutest couple ever! I need to take a picture!”

“Merry Christmas to you too mom...please do not get that old camera!”

“She seems lovely...”

“Tony do you want me to hit you?!”

“No ma'am.”

“Then do what you do best, smile and wave. I’ll do the talking.”

You Dad is up next and Tony immediately tries to go in for a hand shake but your dad ends up going for the bear hug and you could tell Tony was laughing through the pain of how hard your dad was hugging him

“Welcome to the family son!”

“I-I nice to meet you sir-”

“Oh no need to be so formal call me Y/DFN.”

“Do you want a drink son?”

“It would be irresponsible not to drink, am I right?”

“Indeed son! Oh you’re going to fit right in come follow me.”

Tony was being whisked away by your dad, probably for him to have a serious talk with him and you just stared at him in worry and well more embarrassment

Your siblings hugged you immediately and you smiled at them both being as you haven't seen them in quite some time since both were going to college out of state

“Hey sis! So how is billionaire boyfriend doing? You’re not a gold digger are you?!”

“I will slap both of you if you don’t shut up”

“Well someone is clearly the Grinch of Christmas.”

Finally it was dinner time and everyone was sat at the table and my god did it look like a feast for 10 people when there was only 6 people there

Your Dad kept badgering you with personal questions and every time he turned to Tony you would kick his leg under the table to shut up

Maybe some of those kicks under the table turned into some flirty footsie too and Tony was clearly enjoying it

It was almost midnight and it was time to open presents

Your parents got you and Tony cute matching sweaters and of course you both just had to wear them in front of everyone

It was corny but also kinda cute

Tony tried to steal hugs and kisses here and there when your parents weren't looking

Meanwhile your siblings would just laugh and point at you two lovebirds

Finally it was your turn to give your present to Tony and god was shopping for him so hard to do

He could have anything he wanted, whenever he wanted it and buy it with all the money he had

So you opted to make him something rather than buy, it’s the thought that counts right?

“Oh sweetheart you didn’t have to get me anything-”

“I insist.”

He opened the gift bag and pulled out a scrapbook that was filled with photos of the two of you and cheesy stickers plastered over the pages all decorated in all types of decorative papers and it even had little notes stuck to the pages

If Tony wasn’t already crying he definitely was now

He hugged you so much and littered your face with kisses not caring who was watching

Your parents and siblings all watching and “Awww”ing behind the camera while your mom continued to insist on taking pictures

“This is the most thoughtful gift anyone has ever gotten me. I love you.”

“I love you too. Merry Christmas Tony.”

You both kissed once more and your mom somehow with her shaky hands was able to snap the perfect picture of you too with her vintage polaroid camera

She gave you both the picture as it was developing and you both looked at it smiling while Christmas music started to play throughout the house

Tony got up and encouraged everyone to start dancing and you followed his lead as the both of you slow danced around the Christmas Tree and everyone was laughing and having such a good time

The two of you danced closely and nuzzled noses as Tony tried to respectfully put his hands on your waist knowing your Dad was watching him with Hawkeyes

“What about my gift to you? You still haven’t opened it.”

“Tony I swear to god if it’s another giant bunny rabbit I’m returning it-”

“I promise no giant bunny rabbits this time, I swear.” 

“I’ll open it later then, plus did you really think that the scrapbook is the only gift I’m giving you?”

“Oh really?”

“That gift is being saved for when we are alone.”

“Oh, it’s that type of gift.”

“We better go to bed early tonight then.”

He just smirks at you as you playfully hit his arm laughing as the two of you embrace by the tree and the both of you look up seeing the mistletoe above your heads

You both smirk to each other and kiss once more while your family was distracted in the background drinking, eating gingerbread cookies and talking about other things

“I’d say this Christmas and meeting your parents was a success.”

“You’ve definitely completed Mission: Home for the Holidays Ironman.”

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HEDACANON + NANAMI KENTO || friends to lovers

request: Headcannons for my husband Nanami and a fem childhood friends to lovers? They became friends as children because they were the only ones who could see the weird scary monsters that no one else could see, and he’s very protectice of her! Gojo used to flirt with her in highschool to tease Nanami and get him to finally confess （＾＿＾）☆

note: honey you mean OUR husband nanami - because i love him a lot as well TT and of course gojo will do that lol - he just wants nanami to get off his ass and ask you out before some random ass boy tries to steal you away. but i love this honestly, such a cute request for our husband TT 

pronouns: she/her

note: very long because i love nanami and more people need to give him love 

you and nanami met in the park one day, and it was because of a weird ability that only you two share that bonded the both of you together

nanami had always been able to see curses, but he hates telling people this; espeically the adults, who just think that he is making things up for attention and will lecture him for it 

so he had learnt to ignore it for awhile now, pretending that he does not see that weird catfish like curse lurking in the pond that he stood next to as he fed the ducks

“h-hey - can i feed the ducks next to you?” a shy and sweet voice had called out, causing for him to look over to see you; dressed in a cute flowery dress and haired pulled back with a matching fabric headband. “i wanna feed the ducks too...but i don’t like the scary monster in the water...”

“...you can see it too?” nanami asked you in shock, having never met anyone who can see the things he does; even his parents were blissfully unaware of the weird creatures and monsters that lurk in almost every corner of the small town you live in 

when you had shyly nodded your head in reply to his words, you had no idea that it was the start of your relationship that will last a lifetime

because you were from the same town, you two basically became the best of friends; going to the same preschool and middle school together, spending most of your free time playing with each other, and always seeking each other out even if you two have different friend groups

when he had developed his technique, he uses to exorcise a few of the low level curses that are in your town - of course he does to quietly and in the covers of shadows so no one will notice

he always make sure that there are no curses near you that can scare you, and if they try to attack you or are scaring you too much, he’d exorcise it - yet at the time he didn’t really know what he was doing

he had remember once when you had come crying into his room, clinging onto him since there were a few fly heads that were terrorising your room - you had no idea how they had managed to enter, but they were knocking things off your shelf and scaring the living daylights out of you

nanami had entered your room and somehow dealt with them, even staying the night by sleeping on the floor next to you on your futon; only to make space for you in the middle of the night so you two can curl up together when you were too anxious to fall asleep

with how small your town along the outskirts of Tokyo is, everyone there is tight-knit and very close with each other; with very strong family-centered and peaceful living values instilled in everyone from the moment they are born

everyone was pretty sure that one day you two are going to marry one another, with how you two come as a package deal as the years go by. even your families have pretty much accepted that fact and just act like they are in-laws a this point

when he was offered a space at Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College for high school, he was hesitant - this will be the first time that he is going to be away from not only you but the town you lived in, and the first time either of you had been separated from one another ever

yet you were the one who encouraged him to go to school there, since he’d be wasting his potential if he doesn’t - you didn’t want to be the reason for him to stay back in your small town

so he had went, and now you two mostly spend time on your phone; calling and texting one another late into the night, even if you have classes the next day

there was once, during your long break, that you had decided to take a bullet train up to tokyo to spend the weekend with nanami and to explore the city that you’ve always wanted to visit

so he had waited for you by the train station, dressed in his simple Jujutsu High Uniform with his then wrapped sward resting in a weapons bag over your shoulders - smiling softly when he spotted you before catching you in his arms when you launched yourself into his embrace to give him a long awaited hug

soon you found yourself standing before the temple that hides the college within, looking around in awe as you latched onto his arm, walking beside him with the most entranced look on your face that had nanami watching you with the softest of smiles

it was there that you had met his small group of classmates - the bright and positive haibara who had stuck to your side to ask you a few more questions about his usually quiet classmate

the second years had just returned from classes, the three of them turning into the main hallway just in time to see you giggling up at nanami at a joke that haibara made; and gojo’s eyes nearly popped out of his head at the sight of his usually cold kouhai smiling back at you so freely

it took him a few seconds to realise that you were probably the reason why nanami spend so much time on his phone, to which he just grinned and rubbed his hands together; this action causing geto and shoko to just sigh tiredly 

operation: getting nanami laid is a go

“kent-kun~ you never told me about your pretty little friend.” gojo called out as he skipped over to his junior, his grin widening at how nanami’s expression dropped as he gave his senpai the most unamused look on his face

yet you were just curious as you blinked up at the tall man, offering a warm smile as you untangled one arm from nanami’s and held it out for gojo to shake. 

“my name is l/n y/n, and i am from kento’s hometown. it’s nice to meet you!” you had greeted him with a wide and warm smile, causing everyone in the hallway to just stare at you before it was wordlessly decided that they were going to protect you from all the curses of the world

saying that, gojo is still going to go ahead with his plan on making nanami confess to you

so the entire time you were there, he made sure to suck up to you, being extra nice to you and giving you a few flirtatious comments here and there - but you just brushed him off with a soft smile, not really interested at his advances at all

but pushing him aside lol - you loved meeting his seniors, who asked a little more about yourself and how you seem so casual with the idea of nanami being able to see Curses

it was then you admitted that you can see and sense Curses as well, but you had no Inherited Curse Technique, meaning that you were just the every day civilian with the exception of seeing Curses

they also took the chance to ask questions about their usually quiet kouhai as well, wanting to know more about his life back home in your town that he keeps so private

usually nanami will be against it, but since you were laughing and giggling at all the fond memories you two share, he decided to let it go for once - even if it’s all at his expense

the rest of the weekend was a blast - nanami brought you about tokyo to see all the tourist sights, visit a few places that he loves to shop at or drop by from time to time, letting you try all the different street snacks and famous restaurant to your hearts content

but it is when you’re in the college that he is the most annoyed with - not at you, no. but at gojo - who kept flirting with you and kept making jokes with you about random things

if that wasn’t bad enough, you had shared a few laughs with the older male, since a few of his jokes were genuinely funny - and that had nanami fuming

geto probably took pity on the dense boy before he started to nudge at him to confess his very obvious feelings he had for you, since it was obvious that the both of you are very much in love with one another

it was either he confesses, or more dumbasses like gojo might try to pull something like this on him and take you away from him 

and even though he was sure that wouldn’t happen, the more he thought about it, the more he realised that geto might be right - and that there is a chance he is going to loose you to someone if he doesn’t act fast

and there is no way he is going to loose to that white-haired ferret - no wat in hell

when he had returned home for the semester break, meeting you up at the train station where you greeted him with a wide smile that you only reserve for him and pulling him into your warm and comforting embrace, he just sighs in relief and holds you close as well, taking a few moments to just appreciate you

throughout the semester, he had slowly build up the courage to confess his feelings to you - making a rough plan of how things are going to go before he went full on ham on the day he plans on confessing

and if we know something about nanami - it is that this man always stick to his plan 

for most of your free days, the both of you are out on dates; visiting old favorites of yours, trying out the new restaurants and cafes that you’ve yet to visit, going to a few arcades, and even a few stores to just do some window shopping together

it went on like that for a few days before he suddenly asked if you wanted to go out to visit the nearby festival that your town is holding - which you agreed with a warm smile on your face before he promised to drop by your home

you had decided that since it was a festival, you’d put on one of your most favourite yukata pieces - a beautiful dark blue one made of silk, with cranes and clouds printed all over the fabric, a simple dark blue obi to tie it all off 

nanami had decided to wear a simple grey kimono, since it just adds to the excitement of going to a festival - so when he saw you dressed for the occasion as well, he smiles and takes your hand in his, telling you how beautiful you looked

while you were still fangirling about the comment, nanami promised your father to bring you home before midnight, to which the older man just smiles and waves him off; knowing that he can trust nanami to keep his word and make sure you’re safe

when you two were there you had a blast - trying out all the different kinds of candies and treats, playing a few games, and visiting a few vendors that have set up shop at the tourist spots as well

nanami had even won you a cute seal plushie, one that you hugged to your chest in delight the entire time with the brightest smile on your face; nanami blushing and rubbing the back of his neck bashfully at how that look was directed right at him 

he had confess that night when the both of you were just admiring the stars and the moon visible in your small town, asking if you had wanted to officially become his girlfriend

when you had agreed the biggest and most happiest smile on your face, launching yourself in his arms with an excited giggle while he smiles and hugs you around the waist, happy that you had agreed

to be honest there was not much of a change between your current relationship and the one you had before - the only difference is the more physical aspects of your relationship, and how open nanami is when it comes to showering you in affection

when gojo had found out that you two finally got together, he just grinned and clapped his hands in delight, happy that nanami finally got off his ass to admit his feelings for you 

and as much as nanami hates that gojo will forever take credit for the both of you getting together, he isn’t wrong either. but there is no way in hell is he going to admit that to the older man 

even when he was a salesperson or return to the jujutsu world after awhile, he is forever going to be the protective boyfriend that he is

an arm around your waist whenever you two are out together, sharp eyes glaring at anyone who stares at you a bit too long or is eyeing you up like you’re a piece of meat

doesn’t stop you from wearing things like short dresses or low riding tops if it makes you happy, but will make sure that you are safe whenever you go out together; tossing a jacket over you if you get cold, and keeping a hand on your thigh the entire time

even now he makes sure that you’re safe, texting you when he gets a mission so you aren’t in that part of town where he is going so you’re not hurt by the curses that are roaming that part of town

by the way, it didn’t take him that long to propose to you and ask if you wanted to get married to him, which you agreed to with the same enthusiasm that you had when he asked you to be his girlfriend all those years ago

and he’s never been more grateful that he gets to call you his

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COLORADO AVALANCHE

TYSON JOST

imagines.

babysitting for dummies: you and your boyfriend tyson figure out how to calm a crying baby.

blurbs.

fluff

first dance as husband and wife with josty

you pick out josty’s game day suit

angst

josty forgets an important date

seeing tys for the first time after breaking up

NEW YORK ISLANDERS

MATHEW BARZAL

imagines.

who’s the girl, barzy?: mat gets caught up and preyed by the press as he does a post-game exclusive with the boys.

four times you failed in seducing mat and the one time you succeeded: you were the biggest card tito was willing to play. and now that he has you around for help, he might just be the one two steps ahead of the game this time.*

when the ball drops: out of all the times you wanted to bail, for once you were certainly glad you didn’t ditch this year’s new year’s eve party. ♡

between halls and thin walls (completed): friends who fool around almost never work. almost.* [will edit]

→ multipart: one, two, three, four, five, final

close to you: there’s nothing more excruciating than to lose someone you’ve never imagined losing. but what happens when they’ve already left right before you can even acknowledge them leaving? mathew is yet to find out.

blurbs.

fluff

barzy taking care of a drunk you

barzy taking care of a sick you

soft airport moments with barzy

dad!mat puts his child in the stanley cup

you and mat take your twins to learn skating

barzy reassures a self-conscious y/n

domestic dad!mat with his daughters

barzy asks you to marry him

taking care of a sick mat after a game ♡

soft boyfriend mat cheats on a game

first dance as husband and wife with barzy

barzy giving you hickies

workout session with barzy

barzy takes you out to skate

barzy gets his 100th career goal

barzy cuddles his gloomy girlfriend

barzy reassures an insecure y/n

angst

you and mat get in your first big fight

you mistakenly break off things with mat

mat as an absent father, part two, part three

you’re mat’s booty call

mat watches you love someone else

smut

aftercare with mat*

dad!mat finally catches a break*

barzy with an ace!reader*

couch make out sesh with barzy

mat watches you strip for a cause ♡

PHILADELPHIA FLYERS

NOLAN PATRICK [retired]

imagines.

morning rituals: nolan fucks you from behind while you make him the classic ham and cheese sandwich.*

PITTSBURGH PENGUINS

SIDNEY CROSBY

imagines.

take me as i am: like he always does, sidney picks you up after work. the only thing he didn’t expect was to see you kissing one of your workmates. the one he’s been jealous of, to be exact.*

captain’s love language: sidney gets asked to answer a random question. ♡

call me crosby (on going): young, reckless, and rash, an unplanned pregnancy causes a massive rift in your relationship with then, cup-hungry 27 year-old sidney crosby. now with three cups and tons of awards at his disposal, sid is given a chance to right his wrongs and win what was once the biggest loss of his life.

blurbs.

soon! (have written a few pieces for him under wet weekends, you can check those out for now)

[mldrgrl]

How Stella Got Her Groove Back

by: mldrgrl Rating: PG-13 Summary: Just a little something to celebrate spring...and Stella’s birthday!

They left Connecticut in September, with a fair amount of reluctance to go, but they needed to return to the city.  Becca had already gone and though both Karen and Fish insisted they were welcome to stay longer, stay forever if they had to, at a certain point, Hank and Stella had just been missing their loft and their life in New York too much.  Of course, they knew that what they were returning to was not the life they were accustomed to, but they would have to learn to adapt to the new normal.

Winter was long and brutal.  They did spend two weeks over Christmas and New Years back in Connecticut again and that was the first time they’d seen Becca since July, and the last time they would see her until spring.  Karen had tried to coerce them all to stay again and Hank and Stella nearly gave in.  If not for the fact that Stella left a project behind she’d been working on for her classes and if Hank had brought the pages he’d been working on for his new novel, they just might have done it.

When they got back to New York, and in a cabin fever-induced moment of weakness, they hired a landscape architect to design their rooftop terrace and though the noise of construction aggravated the hell out of both of them, they were both pleased with the results.  They now had an artificial lawn of soft green turf, an outdoor patio daybed in the shape of a cube with canvas shades on all four sides, a wet bar, strategically placed heating lamps, and a wood burning fire pit.  Unbeknownst to them, when Fish had heard their plans, he’d called the company they hired, ordered them a charcoal grill, and told the contractor to keep it a surprise.  They were very surprised by the barbeque that was suddenly part of the design, but it looked nice, even if it wouldn’t get any use.

Finding ways to fill the time with nowhere to go and no one to see was extremely difficult.  Neither of them were very much into television or movies.  The terrace, as welcome as it was, wasn’t finished until the end of February.  Stella had the classes she was teaching and the child psychology classes she was enrolled in to keep her fairly busy during the days, but Hank could only write for so many hours at a time and he found that he actually missed helping Fish with the guitar lessons.  He grumbled to Stella that ‘that damn Trout’ bewitched him somehow and then begrudgingly called him up and asked if he could still help out remotely.  Fish was delighted by the request and sent him an iPad and a teaching schedule.  

The close quarters had caused a few squabbles, though nothing major.  They took a few online cooking classes together which produced some mediocre meals and a testy exchange on the appropriate amount that constituted a ‘pinch of salt.’  Beyond that, they managed not to take out any frustrations on each other.

It was April 1st when Stella wandered from the bathroom to the bedroom in her t-shirt and sweatpants, rubbing lotion into her hands and arms.  Hank was in bed, perhaps naked, or perhaps wearing jockey shorts, she couldn’t be sure.  He had his guitar across his lap and his head back so that he gazed at the ceiling while he plucked lightly at the strings.

“Hank,” she said, leaning into the foot of the bed with slightly bended knees.

“Do you think ‘oral’ actually rhymes with ‘clorital’ or is it cheating?” he replied.

“You know that next week is my birthday.”

Hank splayed his hand out on the guitar and looked at her.  “Is this a trick question?”

“Not at all.”

“So, if I say ‘yes, of course, your birthday is April 7th and I already know I’m not to mention it to anyone,’ is that the wrong answer because I’m not supposed to acknowledge it in the first place?”

“I am aware that in the past I have requested that my birthday be treated as any other day.”

“Mmhm.”

“I’ve been thinking that perhaps...I might like to celebrate this year after all.”

“Oh, I get it.  April fools.  You could’ve just put plastic wrap on the toilet or secretly replaced my regular coffee with Folgers.”

“I’m serious.”

“Ah, so the one year it’s impossible to throw a party, you want to have a party?”

“God, no.  Parties are awful.”

“Well, what then?”

“Brunch?  With Becca?  This weekend, or the next, perhaps.  There are more places opening up now.  We could-”

“Absolutely, Sherlock.  Whatever the suggestion, I am all in.”  He pushed his guitar aside and she was mildly disappointed to discover that he was in his jockey shorts after all and not naked. He scooted forward to the end of the bed and wrapped his arms around her hips.

“A walk in the park, maybe?”

“Not sure if my legs remember what walking is at this point, so it’ll be good to remind them.”  He moved his hands down to the backs of her thighs and gave them a squeeze and then cupped her ass.  “Why the sudden change of heart, Sherlock?”

“I’ve just been thinking lately that it’s perfectly acceptable to want to celebrate being alive.  After the year we’ve had.”

“I agree, but as long as I get to have my breakfast in bed in bed that day, I’ll be happy.”

“It’s my birthday, I’m not bringing you breakfast in bed.”

“Oh, honey, you are the breakfast,” he growled, wrapping his arms around her again and pulling her into him as he fell back onto the bed.

*****

The Saturday before her birthday was Easter weekend.  There was no rain in the forecast and Becca was available, so it was perfect.  They took a Lyft to the upper west side and met her at a French bistro that had outdoor seating.  Stella could tell right away that something was bothering Becca, that she was putting on a false front of cheerfulness, which was very unlike her, but if she did know her stepdaughter, she knew the girl could not keep up pretenses for long.

They ordered and waited for their food over bottomless mimosas and miniature ham and cheese croissants served as an appetizer.  It wasn’t cold, but a cool breeze would drift by every so often and Stella was glad she had left her hair down so that her ears were covered.  She wished she’d been a bit more practical though and worn pants.  She’d just felt like dressing up and at the last minute, put on an olive-colored dress with small printed white flowers on it, but at least it was long-sleeved and she had a white sweater.  Becca and Hank were like twins in their matching leather jackets and dark jeans.

“Are you working on anything?” Becca asked Hank.

“Almost finished,” he answered.

“Oh.  What’s it about?”

“A couple that’s been married for fifteen years, but they’re on the brink of the divorce when the pandemic hits and then they go from spending almost no time together to all of their time together and it’s disastrous at first, but then they end up learning a lot about each other.”

“So, they save their marriage?”

“No, they end up getting divorced anyway.”

“That’s fucked up.”

“It’s fiction, sweetheart.”

“People like happy endings.”

“People are stupid.  I didn’t say it didn’t have a happy ending though.  Are you working on anything, Daughter?”

Becca sighed and picked at her nails.  Stella put a hand on Hank’s knee under the table.

“Is something bothering you, Darling?” Stella asked.

“No.  Yeah.  No.  I don’t wanna ruin your birthday or anything when it’s the first birthday we’ve ever celebrated together.”

Stella gave Becca a brief smile.  “I don’t know if your father has told you why I’ve always been rather reluctant to celebrate my birthday.”

Becca shook her head.  Hank stretched his arm out behind Stella’s chair and put his hand on her back.  She gave his knee a squeeze of appreciation.

“My father passed away on my fourteenth birthday,” Stella said.  “So, Darling, you have a high bar to overcome if you think being in a low mood will ruin my birthday.”

“That sucks about your dad, I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright.”  Stella looked to Hank for a moment and then back to Becca.  “I’ve spent many years trying to ignore the date as though if I didn’t acknowledge it, it’s like it had never happened.  I don’t think I really understood until quite recently that one is capable of being sad and grateful at the same time.  And that life should be celebrated.  Especially now.”

“I guess I’m just...when we were up at Mom’s house, everything was so easy and nice and I had a really hard time writing.  That’s why I wanted to leave.  It was way too peaceful.”

“You know if I had a dollar for every time Becca claimed my shit was fucking her up, I’d be richer than that fucking Amazon guy, and now it sounds like she wants to file a grievance that we’re not fucking her up enough.”

“Am not.”  Becca rolled her eyes.

“Don’t listen to him,” Stella said.  “He’s been so mired with boredom lately he has regular calls with Fish.”

“No!”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Hank protested, putting his hands up in defense.  “There was and will only be one bromance in my life and that’s with one Mr. Charles Runkle, that follically challenged motherfucker.  No better pairing existed except for maybe Bert and Ernie, or Sid and Nancy.”

“I think we should let Becca continue with what she was trying to say.”

“Thank you.”  Becca put her hand up as though she was blocking Hank from her view and he reached over and slapped her palm away.  “As I was saying, I left because I thought the serenity was blocking me in some way, but since I’ve been back, it’s like the opposite.  It felt so apocalyptic at first and desperate.  It was like impossible to sit down and put words together when there were so many shitty things happening outside.  What if...what if the next thing I finish, people will be like oh, she was just sitting inside writing while everyone else was dying?”

“There will always be shitty things happening outside,” Hank said.  

“Great advice, Dad.”

“I don’t mean to bitchslap you with reality, but the world being shitty isn’t a reason to give up.”

“I’m not giving up.”

“Good, because you are way more fucking talented than I could ever even hope to be.”

“I just don’t know if it matters.  If anyone should care.”

“Why should you concern yourself with that?”

Becca glared at Hank, clearly annoyed with the answer.

“I know you think I’m being facetious,” Hank said, quickly.  “But, I’m not.  If all anyone wanted to read was about things that ‘mattered’ that 50 Shades of Hot Garbage would never have sold a single copy.  You don’t know why people read what you write.  Maybe they want to escape the shitty things happening in the world.  Maybe they want to laugh or cry or be turned on.  Maybe they just need something to pass the time.”

“Five minutes ago you just said people were stupid for wanting happy endings, now you’re saying I should just give them garbage, if that’s what they want.”

“Yeah, I’m a fucking hypocrite, what else is new, but I just want you to be happy with what you’re doing.  You want me to buy you a new laptop?”

“I’m not twelve anymore.  You can’t just buy my happiness.”

“Worth a shot.”

“Becca,” Stella finally interjected.  “I think it’s obvious by now that your father may possibly be the world’s worst motivational speaker.”

“Or the world’s best unmotivational speaker,” Hank said.  “You see what I did there?  I turned a negative into a positive.”

Both Stella and Becca ignored the comment.

“I think I may understand what he’s trying to say though,” Stella said.  “I’m not a creator, but I’ve been a consumer.  When I was reading for pleasure, I certainly wasn’t reaching for mystery novels.  And I think that...popularity and quality are two different things.  Certainly, one would hope for both, but it isn’t always the case.  I know you and I know that quality is important to you, so perhaps you should only focus on if what you’re working on is the best that it can be and not on whether or not it matters.”

“Can I add something to that?” Hank asked.

“Not if you plan on fucking up everything Stella just said,” Becca answered.

“I’ve done at least a dozen online events this year and at every single one, someone has asked me when the next Rebecca Moody novel is going to be released or they want to know what you’re working on.  I’m not even entirely sure all of them are there to hear my Q&A or if they just showed up because they know I’m your dad and they think you might make a guest appearance.  And if one person takes umbrage with you for creating something during a time of utter hell, fuck them.”

“Without art, the crudeness of reality would make the world unbearable,” Stella quoted.

“That sounds so much hotter when you say it than George Bernard Shaw,” Hank replied, rubbing his hand across Stella’s upper back.

“Okay, I don’t want to spend this day being miserable,” Becca said, shaking her head and shoulders like she was trying to rid herself of negativity.  “Thank you, Stella.”

“You’re welcome, darling girl.”

“Hey, what about me?” Hank asked.

“There is this jacket I saw online that I want,” Becca answered, cheekily raising one of her eyebrows and tilting her head.

“I’ll text you my credit card number later.”

“Thank you, Father.”

*****

Brunch was followed by a stroll in Central Park and it seemed that at least half of the city had the same idea.  It was interesting being in a place so crowded and yet also so open.  The decent weather and the cherry blossoms in full bloom probably had something to do with it.  What also would have felt strange a year ago, seeing everyone wearing face masks and wearing them as well, was oddly comforting.  When Stella had put hers on that morning before they walked out the door, Hank told her she looked like a sexy brain surgeon or cardiologist, whichever one was smarter or made more money.

When they came upon Bethesda Fountain, there was a small band playing salsa music and a few couples dancing.  Hank tried to imitate the steps and then grabbed Becca’s hand and spun her around under his arm.  She laughed and tried to break free of him, but he pulled her back in and tried to get her to dance.

“Da-ad,” Becca protested.

“Dance with me, Daughter.”

“I don’t dance.”

“You’re no fun.”  Hank let go of Becca’s hand and then grabbed Stella’s.

“Oh, no,” she said.

“Come on, Sherlock.  I know you’ve probably got some moves I’ve never seen.”

“I assure you that’s not true,” she answered, letting him spin her away though and then laughed as he gyrated his hips dramatically as he stepped back towards her.  “Whatever it is that you’re doing does not resemble the salsa in any way.”

“Let me see you do better.”

Stella looked past Hank to the other dancers and mimicked the forward and back steps.  She put a hand on Hank’s chest to keep him at arm’s length and prevent their knees from colliding as he tried to fall into the same step with her, moving forward when she stepped back, and back when she stepped forward.  What he lacked in grace, he made up for with enthusiasm.  As soon as they fell into sync, he grabbed her hand and lifted her other arm in a more formal dance frame like the other dancers had.

What followed was probably the worst and most amateurish version of a salsa that had ever been danced, but Stella laughed so hard it brought tears to her eyes.  When the music ended, Hank stopped and pulled Stella’s face mask down under her chin before lowering his own and then kissing her through both of their laughter.

The dancing couples broke apart and drifted back into the crowd.  Becca went over and dropped some money into the cup on the ground in front of the band and thanked them for playing.  Stella took Hank’s hand and then Becca linked her arm with Stella’s as they continued on.

Later that night, when Stella came out of the bathroom as she rubbed lotion into her hands and arms, she stopped at the foot of the bed and watched Hank read over the latest pages of his novel.  When she was finished, she climbed onto the bed and walked over to Hank on her knees until she was straddling his lap.  He threw his pages down, took his reading glasses off, and pulled her close with his hands on her ass.

“Thank you,” Stella said, as Hank kissed the side of her neck.

“For what?”

“This truly was the best birthday I’ve ever had.”

“Your birthday’s not until Wednesday.”

“Perhaps next year we’ll even be able to invite Karen and Fish to town.”

“We’ll make The Trout christen that barbeque he forced on us.”

“It does look nice though.”

“It really does.  You want your present now, or should I wait until Wednesday?”

“I might be interested in a preview,” she said, sliding her hand down his chest and then into his shorts.  “A little peak at the package ahead of time.”

“You just assumed I was talking about fucking when I said I had something for you?”

“Weren’t you?”

Hank paused and then grinned.  “Yeah, I was.”

The End