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daisywords · 11 months ago
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second night in a row of staying up until like 2 (please I have to wake up at 7 ugh) but it's a trade off because if I was asleep right now I wouldn't have just figured out a crucial plot point. so maybe I am living correctly. who's to say?
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mellowswriting · 1 year ago
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Hiiii! First of all let me tell you that i love all your Javier Peña fics omg you keep us the Javi girlies fed!!!!
And second! I saw that your requests were open and i had to come here! would you ever consider writing something about Javi being possesive bc some guy’s flirting with reader but she doesn’t realize until much late and he gets jealous and overall breeding kink bc he wants to make her all his and put a baby in her so everyone knows who she belongs to!
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pairing || Javier Peña x fem!Reader
word count || 3.6k
summary || There's a possessiveness that strikes a man once he finally has everything he's ever wanted. Javier soothes that animal feeling by marking you - his ring on your finger, his initial hanging at your throat, his marks sucked into your skin. But lately, it just isn't enough. Luckily, he has the perfect plan. He's putting a baby in your belly.
content || SMUT, jealousy, possessiveness, explicit breeding kink, oral sex (f receiving), multiple orgasms (f receiving), dirty talk, rough sex/manhandling, aftercare, praise, massages, husband!Javi being an absolute menace, unbeta'd and unedited (written largely while having covid, so bear with me babes)
a/n || has this sat in my inbox for a humiliating amount of time? yes. did I have a blast finally writing it? absolutely. I am forever and ever in love with husband!Javi
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Javier loves watching you. He has from the very beginning, long before he could even call you his. From the very moment you started occupying the desk across from him, he has loathed taking his eyes off of you. He took note of the little things. The way you threw your head back and laughed at Murphy’s awful jokes. The furrow of your brow as you read over a file. The smile you flashed him when your eyes locked from across the room. You consumed him right from the start. Those glimpses grew more personal as he gravitated toward you, unable to resist the pull of that warm smile and the spitfire burning in your blood. The grumpy expression you wear in those first weary moments after waking. The dramatic glance you give him when you overhear a couple arguing in the grocery store. The feeling of your weight sinking into him as you fall asleep in the bed you share.
No matter how much time passes, he still finds himself enamored by the very sight of you. A glass of whiskey sweats on the table in front of him, relatively untouched. He’s too busy eying you from across the bar to bother with it. You look so beautiful in the low light, chatting and smiling with your girls as you wait for the bartender. He can’t even guess the number of times he’s seen you in this bar, wearing that pretty little dress, but it doesn’t matter. You catch his eye every time.
There’s only one problem. He isn’t the only one looking.
Possessiveness comes naturally to a man who finally has everything he wants. It flares in his chest, hot and untamed, as a man settles against the bar beside you. The man says something to catch your attention and leans closer with a flirtatious smile - and Javier has to bite back the urge to rip his throat out. The man must be oblivious to the ring on your finger and the ‘J’ hanging from the thin gold chain around your neck. Or maybe he just doesn’t care. Javier grits his teeth and tries to be patient.
He lasts less than five minutes.
Your eyes light up when you spot him shouldering his way through the crowd. The urge to kiss that dazzling smile off your lips is irresistible. His name just barely leaves you before his hands find the familiar curve of your waist and tug you close. He kisses you, softly at first. His hand cradles your jaw and you melt into him, your fingers wrapped loosely around his wrist. Your breathing stutters in your chest. Javier swears he gets high off the ease with which you sway for him.
The parting of your lips is an invitation he takes without hesitation. You tug him closer by the front of his shirt as he deepens the kiss. The way you cling to him sends a thrill of arousal through him. He can’t help but tighten his grip at your waist, pinning you back against the bartop just slightly. Javier eagerly drinks in the little moan he pulls from you. Fuck, he knows he has to stop before he bends you right over this damn bartop. He gives you one last kiss, short and sweet, before he reluctantly pulls away. You look up at him with those bright eyes and a tipsy little smile.
He gives your waist a little squeeze. “So, who’s your new friend?”
“Huh…? Oh!” You brush off the haziness with a little shake of your head. “This is… um, James! He’s Maria’s brother.”
“Nice to meet you.” Javier curls a covetous arm around your waist and holds you close. He offers his other hand to James and when the man shakes it, he makes sure to squeeze. Hard. He tries not to look too proud of himself. A song comes across the bar’s speakers, something familiar with a good beat. “Well, I hate to cut this short but my wife looks like she needs a dance.”
James is smart enough to take the hint and get the hell out of there.
You let out a knowing laugh as Javier tugs you into the crowd. “What was that about?”
“I need an excuse to dance with my girl?” He asks, the picture of innocence.
It doesn’t take long for you to forget the whole thing once he gets his hands on you. Javier can feel the shift in your energy. Every gentle, lingering touch only makes you melt into him more. You lean back into his chest, your head resting against his shoulder. He can smell your shampoo and perfume, and the feeling of your hips swaying against him makes his cock twitch.
Your dress twists in his greedy grip as he shamelessly gropes your ass and your drunken giggle is music to his ears. He has to force himself not to be too rough. The soft, lacey fabric falls delicately at your waist, all flowy and beautiful. He loves this dress on you - and so does every other man in this bar. Javier spots James watching the two of you from across the room and that familiar need to stake his claim flares.
His hand drifts up from your waist to your chest and his fingers trace the little gold ‘J’ that hangs there before going higher. His fingers wrap around your throat and you don’t even open your eyes. Your trust is so painfully clear and it makes his cock even harder. He tilts your head to the side, plants a hot kiss against your pulse point, and you melt even more for him. James averts his gaze, his cheeks bright red.
Pride and possessiveness vie for control, an unwinnable fight between his love of showing you off and the unbearable need for everyone to know exactly who you belong to. The ring on your finger, his initial at your neck - it just isn’t enough.
The idea takes root before his rational mind can stop it. Instinct and pure possessiveness blend into one rabid, desperate need: he needs to knock you up. The mere image is enough to have him grinding his cock against your ass without shame. Your belly swelling with the baby he planted there. The flowy fabric of this dress stretching over your stomach until it doesn’t fit. Huddling up with you in those tiny dressing rooms as you try on new clothes. His baby on your hip and another growing in your belly. The undeniable proof of who exactly you belong to - his wife, the mother of his children. His, his his.
“Every man in this bar has been eying you up all night,” Javier grumbles.
“Ah, that’s what this is about…” You say indulgently. “Feeling jealous?”
“They think they have a chance if I’m not glued to your side. That pretty ring on your finger is just a challenge to them.” The annoyance rings clear in his voice. You turn around in his arms, a teasing smile on your pretty face. He knows just how much you love it when he gets like this. His arms tighten around you. “It’s okay, baby. I’ll make sure they know you belong to me.”
“Oh?” You raise your eyebrows. “And how are you doing that?”
Javier tightens his arms around you until your chest is flush with his. The smirk fades from your face, quickly replaced with something softer, more curious. He leans closer until his lips brush your ear, his voice low and dripping with sin. “I’m gonna take you home and put a baby in your belly.”
He watches the realization wash over you - the way your breath catches and your eyes go all wide. The buttons of his shirt twist in your hand where you cling to him. Your eyes flick back and forth as you study his face, obviously trying to gauge his seriousness. There isn’t a hint of humor or halfheartedness to be found.
“Fuck… I- really? Are you serious?” You whisper. Anticipation curls tight in his belly. Javier grabs your jaw, his touch gentle as he keeps your attention solely on him.
“Not letting you out of that bed ‘til I knock you up.” He murmurs as his thumb traces the line of your bottom lip. You draw in a shuddering breath, your pupils blown out as you look up at him with an expression he knows all too well. All tender, lush with softness and submission. “Everyone will know exactly who you fuckin’ belong to with my baby growing in your belly.”
Your eyes flutter shut, a vain attempt to steady yourself. “Javi…”
“Yeah?” He whispers. “What do you think?”
“I think…” You lock eyes with his. “I think you need to take me home. Now.”
A thrill surges through him. He couldn’t get you out of there faster, even if he tried.
The front door barely closes before you kick off your heels and take off toward the bedroom. Adrenaline rushes through you at the sound of Javier hot on your tail. Your laughter echoes through the hall as he chases you down. The bedroom is just in your sight when you feel his arms wrap around your waist and he yanks you up off of your feet - just to prove that he can. Picture frames rattle against the wall where he pushes you up against it. He shoves his thigh between your legs and the pressure against your aching cunt sends pleasure arcing up your spine. The kiss he gives you is hot and frenzied, searing pure desire into your skin.
You don’t hesitate to grab a handful of his hair, which has finally grown out enough to show off those pretty curls you adore. Javier moans and that deep, rich rumble sends you into overdrive. You grind against his thigh, the thin cotton of your underwear all that separates you from the friction you truly crave. A sharp nip of his teeth against your lower lip makes you gasp but he soothes you with a skillful swipe of his tongue.
He breaks the kiss, only to gift his attention to the long line of your throat. The blunt edge of his teeth digs into the place where your neck and shoulder meet. You know there will be a mess of marks all over your skin at this rate, but you can’t find it in yourself to care. Not when you know that you will bear an indisputable mark of his claim soon enough. Heat courses through you at the thought. Javier finally relents and leans back to take in his handiwork, seeming satisfied with the latest hickey on your throat. Your hand absentmindedly strokes the mark he just left and his eyes track the movement, a smirk growing on his handsome face.
“Don’t worry, baby.” He murmurs. “I’m only getting started.”
The grip he has on your waist is bruising as he walks you back toward the bed. You let yourself get lost in the way he manhandles you onto the bed, your thighs spread to welcome his body between them. The image of him standing over you is breathtaking - the fire burning in his eyes, the kiss-bitten quality to his lips, the flush that has overtaken his neck and chest. You don’t get long to admire him before he falls to his knees and pushes the skirt of your dress up to your waist. He yanks you closer to the edge of the mattress and a startled sound comes from you - but it melts away into a moan as he tongues your cunt over your soaked panties.
“Fuck,” You sigh, your hand snaking down to bury in his hair. Instinct drives your hips to buck up into that sinful mouth and Javier rewards you with an eager groan. The telltale pop of seams meets your ears a mere millisecond before your husband tears through the lace underwear you wore just for him. You gasp, your fingers tightening in his hair. “What the fuck are you - oh, fuck.”
“Gotta get you nice and ready for my cock, amor.” He murmurs.
The wet heat of his mouth against your bare cunt steals the fight right out from under you. He doesn’t falter as your thighs wrap around his head - in fact, it only encourages him. He eats you out like a man starved, like your dripping cunt is the only sustenance he could ever need. If you weren’t so strung out on pleasure, you would be embarrassed by the sounds he pulls from your body - wet, desperate, filthy sounds. His tongue circles over your clit in steady strokes that have you shivering with white-hot pleasure.
You can’t resist the temptation to look at him. Those dark eyes gleam at you from between your thighs, feverish with lust. Two thick fingers slip inside you and hook upwards, finding that sweet spot with practiced ease. A violent shudder rocks through your body as he drives you closer and closer to that edge. He needs it almost as much as you do - you know just from the glint in his eyes. Pure hunger, pure devotion. He moans in encouragement as you grind into his touch, easily rocking in sync with your movements. You can practically read the words running through his head.
C’mon, sweet thing. Let go. Come for me.
That ever-tightening coil in your belly finally snaps. Every nerve ending lights up with the pleasure that surges through you, leaving you a trembling, whining mess beneath him. Little sparks flicker through your core with every lingering caress of his fingers and lick of his tongue. It isn’t until you push his head away that he finally relents. You sink into the shivery haze of it all, the weightless, floating feeling he always brings out in you. Bliss surrounds you in every gentle stroke of his fingers and sweet praise that leaves his lips.
Javier’s hands deftly unzip the back of your dress and slip it from your body, your bra quickly following it onto the floor. You shiver at the chill of the air against your sweat-slick skin, but he’s quick to remedy that. You swear your husband burns hotter than a damn furnace, but you welcome the heat of his bare skin against yours. He showers you with attention as you come down. Messy kisses leave wet marks along your chest and throat. His warm hands wander and squeeze at your thighs and waist - any soft, supple flesh he can get his greedy hands on.
His fingers nudge your jaw up and he captures your lips in a lazy kiss, all tongue and sweetness. It’s too easy to get lost in the heat of it - the easy caress of his tongue, the grip of his fingers holding you right where he wants you, the rough brush of his stubble. He steals the breath from your lungs and breathes life back into you in the same second. Intoxicating - that’s the only way you can describe the attention he gives you. Need still thrums through you, even with the sensitivity still pulsing through your body.
Javier groans as you pull his body flush against yours, the heavy weight of his cock resting between your thighs. He pulls back and takes in the sight of his cock gliding along your slick cunt. He’s transfixed as he slowly thrusts against you, those big hands palming your ass eagerly. The head of his cock nudges your clit and you whine, your body jerking with the overstimulation.
“Shh, I got you, baby,” He murmurs, his voice low and rough with lust. Anticipation sings in your veins, only to be dashed as he keeps rocking his hips at a devastatingly slow pace. Your voice breaks around his name, every ounce of need bled into your tone, but Javier just smirks down at you. He squeezes the soft flesh of your thighs. “Use your words, baby.”
“Fuck, please” Heat rushes to your cheeks and floods your core at his teasing words. Javier shakes his head and tuts at you, unmoving in his ploy to get exactly what he wants. Your teeth tug at the soft pillow of your bottom lip before soothing the mark with a careful swipe of your tongue. His gaze follows the movement, his own lips parting as he takes you in. You take advantage of the distraction with ease. Those deep eyes flit back to your own as your fingers brush his cheek. The touch draws him closer, his nose nearly brushing yours.
“Put a baby in me. Let me make you a daddy.”
An animalistic sound leaves Javier’s chest, something rough and feral and promising. Javier sinks into the slick heat of your cunt in one easy thrust, not stopping until his cock presses snugly against your cervix. It damn near drives you crazy - the stretch, the stimulation, the pleasure-pain of almost too much. Your hips jerk, your body instinctively pulling away from the overstimulation.
“Where do you think you’re going, huh?” Javier grits out as his hands take a firm grip on your waist, holding you in place as he presses even deeper. The whine that leaves you feels pathetic but you can’t help it. Not when he’s so fucking deep you swear you can feel him in your stomach. “No running, mama. You’re gettin’ what you begged for.”
The words that hang at the tip of your tongue disappear as he pulls back a few inches only to fill you all over again. Your nails find purchase in the taut muscle of his shoulders as he sets a devastatingly languid pace. He retreats just enough for you to feel the loss before he sinks as deep as your body can take him. Every thrust forces a broken sound from your lips, sounds that only encourage him to take you apart piece by piece.
Pleasure scorches your belly, reignited into an uncontrollable blaze under your husband’s tender hands. It hurts so good - you can’t help but cling to him and roll your hips in time with his. You meet him touch for touch. He pushes, you pull. He gives, you take - and take and take and take. It only fuels his need to take you apart that much more. His hands slip to the small of your back and curve your ass up at that perfect angle to make you see stars.
“Too much, too much - fuck, Javi!” You babble through the onslaught.
“It’s not enough, baby,” Javier whispers. The wet heat of his mouth against your ear makes you shiver. “Can never get enough of you.”
The hard edge of his pelvis grinds against your sensitive clit and your body jolts under the rush of pleasure. Your body fights it, fights him, but your squirming is something he handles all too well. He pins you into the sheets with his weight, his thrusts devolving into sharp grinds that make you cry out beneath him. He can feel it in every pulse of your cunt.
“That’s it,” The low growl in his voice makes you tremble. “Come for me, little mama.”
Your eyes roll and your vision whites out as a second orgasm crashes over your body. It feels like something breaks - something gushing and hot and wet. You can hear the soft sounds of praise somewhere underneath the blood rushing in your ears. It isn’t until your double vision finally comes back together that you feel it - every hot pulse of his cock inside of you, intensified by the way your cunt milks him for every last drop.
You welcome the full weight of his body sinking into you. Javier buries his face in your neck with a soft grunt. Goosebumps follow every sloppy kiss he presses there, praise murmured between every pass of his lips. You don’t know just how long you lay there soaking it in but soon enough, the ache in your hips interrupts the bliss.
“Javi,” You nudge his hip with your knee but he doesn’t budge. “Javi,”
“Mm,” He grunts as he cranes his head back to take a look at you.
“M’ sore, baby. Gotta get up.” You murmur.
Javier drags himself off of you with a groan and before you can do more than flex your legs, he maneuvers you up onto the bed. You can’t help but chuckle as he gets you settled against the mountain of fluffy pillows and immediately crowds against you once more. You cradle his face in your hands and draw him closer, your nose brushing his. His lips part in a quiet sigh as his gaze flits over your face. A tender, aching devotion lays bare on his own. You can see it all - the pride, the wonder, the love. You card your fingers through his hair, pushing the dark, overgrown curls away from his pretty face. Javier kisses you soft and slow, a low hum of happiness rumbling through him.
Something warm and happy settles in your chest as he eases you onto your stomach and sets to work rubbing your shoulders and back. His thumbs dig into every knot he comes across, working you into a melted mess of happiness. He’s so good at taking care of you, your lovely husband. So thorough, so attentive. For the millionth time, you’re struck by how lucky you are. You couldn’t imagine a better man to raise a family with.
“You’re going to be such an amazing dad, sweetheart.” You murmur drowsily. His hands pause where they were working at a particularly stubborn knot in your lower back. A deep breath shudders through him and suddenly, he’s straddling your thighs. His cock twitches against your ass and you wiggle against him despite your exhaustion. You can’t help but tease him. “Already, Javi? I don’t know…”
“Shh, just one more…” He murmurs, his voice dark and lusty as he manhandles you onto your stomach. He squeezes your thighs and moans low in his chest. “Let me do all the work, honey. Just one more and it’ll take, I know it…”
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fr4nkoce4n · 3 months ago
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better together!
matt rempe
warnings: asthma, panic attack maybe?
this one is for my asthma girlys or the girls who need a puffer! i feel you☺️
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I had always needed an asthma puffer since I could remember. I was one of those kids who couldn’t go five minutes of physical activity without needing my puffer.
I honestly felt like an idiot having to carry it around in the time, but I guess I would rather that then die from not being able to breathe.
It was currently 2:43am as I rolled over to look at my phone, I could not stop coughing, I needed my asthma puffer. I reached for the one on the side table and went to take a puff, surprisingly nothing came out.
My coughing must of woke Matt up because he put his arms around my waist as he spoke, “you okay?” He asked as he sat up, his hands still on my waist.
“I need to get another puffer, I think there’s one in the first aid kit.” I began to hop up but Matt pulled me back down into the bed, “Matt I need-“
“I’ll get it baby.” He whispered and lifted himself up from the bed making his way out to find the first aid kit.
As I laid back down and pulled the sheets over me once again, I could hear him rustling around in the kitchen.
A few minutes later, he came back with nothing in his hand, “I can’t find one, come help me?” He pouted, obviously disappointed that he couldn’t find it for me.
I hopped up and reached for his hand as we walked out the bedroom into the kitchen together, still coughing, I started looking through the kit on the bench. Finding nothing.
“Shit. I swear I had one.” I groaned as I frantically searching, my throat felt like it was closing up.
Matt grabbed my hands and played with my fingers, “it’s okay, hey look at me, don’t worry. I’ll go get you a new one.” He spoke calmly, trying to get me to come out of panicking state.
He grabbed my waist and sat me on the bench, he walked away and came back out with his phone. “The closest 24/7 chemist is an hour away. Do you think you can last that long without it?”
I nodded, he nodded back and grabbed a drink bottle from the draw and filled it up with water for me and handed it to me. He grabbed a jumper and pulled it over his head, slipping on his Nike slides.
“Hop on pretty girl.” He smiled as he turned around for me to hop on his back.
I was now on his back as we rode the elevator down to the basement where Matt’s bmw lived. We got in the car and he immediately turned it on and gave me his phone to put some music on, “or we don’t have to listen to anything.” He said softly.
I shook my head, trying to hold in my coughs but I was unsuccessful, he pouted at me. I knew he hated seeing me like this.
I searched through his phone and played out playlist, it shuffled and played the song where the skies are blue, by the lumineers.
I smiled and leaned into the chair as Matt began to drive, I tried to fall asleep but i couldn’t from all my coughing.
Matt had hardly said a word since we left, it was starting to make me scared, maybe he was mad at me, or tired. I was hoping he was just tired.
“I’m sorry.” I whispered as I fiddled with my fingers.
“What for?” He turned to me.
“For making you drive all this way, for waking you up, for you having to see me like this. I should have been more prepared. I’m sorry Matt.”
He shook his head and grabbed my hand with his free hand, “No, there is absolutely nothing to be sorry for beautiful. If anything I’m happy you woke me up, I get to spend more time with you, beats sleeping when I can’t talk with you.”
My heart had just melted. “I love you.” I smiled at him, squeezing his hand.
“I love you too.” I saw his little smile out the corner of his eye.
We finally arrived at the chemist after a long hour, he pulled into an almost empty car park, “ you can stay in here, I’ll get it for you.”
“Here take my card.” I tried to give him my credit card but he refused and shut the door locking me in the car.
It was only few minutes before he came back to the car with a bag. He jumped in the car and gave the bag to me, I opened it and was met with a bag of my favourite chocolates.
I squealed and opened them immediately, before I was interrupted. “Don’t you think you should use the asthma puffer we just drove 1 hour for?” He laughed at my actions.
I let out another cough, “oh yeah.” I giggled and opened the box, I clicked it in and inhaled the vapour into my lungs. “Thank you baby.” I leaned in and placed a sweet and soft kiss on his lips.
“Anything for you.” He smiled. “I bought two more, just incase.”
“You know me so well.” I chuckled and hugged his arm as we started to drive off back home.
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wreckedandpolemic · 5 months ago
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DAD!MATTY THOUGHT OF THE DAY!!!
Girlie going away for a little trip with Charli, so Matty is looking after baba for four whole days!!!
And it’s just him looking after them and letting them sleep in Matty and Girlies shared bed when they get fussy 😭😭😭😭
i’m not even lying i felt myself well up reading this it’s so CUTE… you have a sweet little family breakfast (matty cooks, obvs) then you kiss your babies and your husband goodbye and hop into charli’s car. vera’s lower lip is already trembling, ever the mama’s girl, and if she cries, fiona cries. and if the twins cry, alanis pitches a fit for attention, and that’s a headache matty would rather nip in the bud lol.
right, my girls, he says, scooping vera up before she can cry. what do you girls get up to when dada’s not home, hmm? alanis cocks her head, and he can literally see her scheming, the expression so reminiscent of you that he almost laughs. mummy lets us have chocolate for dinner and stay up past bedtime, she says, smiling like butter wouldn’t melt even as she shoots vera a death glare when she opens her mouth. fiona agrees emphatically and he laughs.
matty shakes his head fondly, still idly bouncing vera in his arms. her thumb is in her mouth and she tucks her head into his shoulder, his heart melting as she cuddles in close. i don’t know about chocolate for dinner, but i’ll see what i can do about bedtime, okay? how’s that sound, baba? she considers it deeply, and then nods. d’you wanna build a fort in the lounge? watch some films? and he makes it so sweet and soft and cosy, all your expensive throw pillows and blankets spread out on the floor, string lights wrapped around the chairs propping up the sheets, and despite his bad back and dodgy knee, matty gets on the floor with them, climbs into the fort and lets them crawl over him to get comfy before he starts the movie. he snaps a couple of pictures to send to you of the girls all cuddled up together around him, all smiling faces and curly little heads, and it’s so adorable that you almost want to turn around and go home and snuggle your husband and daughters on the living room floor.
matty ends up with a spread of picky bits for lunch/dinner, popcorn and crisps and frozen pizza galore, and he does let them stay up past bedtime, carrying them carefully up to bed once they pass out in the lounge. of course, he has to deal with three grumpy five- and seven-year-olds who haven’t yet figured out how to sleep in at seven a.m. the next morning (after getting off the phone with you at two teehee) and regrets everything. still, he’s determined to muscle through and maintain his status as a fun dad through the weekend, so he drags himself out of bed and makes them smiley-face pancakes to start the day.
alanis is sulky, fiona sullen and vera withdrawn, and matty’s like you know you could just go back to bed? there’s no law that says you have to wake dada up by pulling on his hair and jumping on the bed at silly o’clock in the morning? but of course, there’s no reasoning with them, so he tries a different tactic, bundling them back into the fort and spinning a slow, soft record until they fall asleep. his sweet, energetic girls are back when they wake up, and fiona pads into the kitchen to find him and excitedly asks to play tea parties. he obliges happily, indulging in their fantasy game with gleeful yes-ands.
it’s only a few minutes after matty’s settled down to sleep himself that vera shuffles into your room. what is it, baba? it’s a school night, you need to get good rest, he murmurs, frowning when he hears her quiet little sniffle. i miss mummy, she says, i want her to kiss me goodnight or i can’t sleep.
oh, sweetheart. mummy’s still on holiday with auntie charli, but she’ll be back before you know it, promise. he lifts her from the floor and pulls her into bed with him, kisses the top of her head and brushes away her tears. i miss her too, baba. come here, darling, just go to sleep, you’ll be okay. she tucks herself into matty’s chest, eyes fluttering closed, and his heart swells.
and ugh i could go on and on and onnnn this is the cutest fucking thing in the world oh this dilf why is he not fathering my children right neow…
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ladylooch · 1 year ago
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What if you’re recently going out with Nico and you can’t go to the game but you have plans to go out to eat after? But after the defeat he is feeling sad and tired and cancels, and you feel bad for him so decide to get him takeout from his favorite place ♥️. Once you get to his house he is just sad looking at replays of the game so you cheer him up! (You can do whatever it can be fluffy and cute or hot l) love your writing!! 🥰🥰
A/N: Okay Nico girlies, it’s time to heal. 🙏🏻
You’re five minutes into the third period of the Devils game when it dawns on you that you have not heard Nico’s name in quite sometime. Your eyebrows lower as you pause from wolfing down popcorn and M&Ms - your guilty pleasure snack. Tonight, you are trying to hold off your hunger long enough to meet Nico for a late-night snack. Eating at 11:00pm isn’t your normal dinner procedure, but for Nico Hischier you’ll make any exception. Curiously, your head tilts to the side while you grab your phone, scrolling through Twitter, looking for an explanation. 
“Nico Hischier is missing from the #NJDevils bench.” 
Ten or so more tweets follow that one. You bite your lip. The Islanders pressure on him has been intense since puck drop. You hope he is okay, but resist the urge to reach out to him. He will when he is ready. 
At least you think so.
Things with Nico are new. You aren’t sure what to expect from him tonight.
You watch the rest of the game, curled up under your weighted blanket, hoping it will relieve some of the anxiety you feel pressing into your lungs. Breathing is laborious as your airway tightens. Tingles of uncertainty practically numb your fingers by the end of the game. 
A little ping brightens your dark living room to your left. You grab your phone, seeing Captain Nico 😈 pop up with a text (his doing, not yours). 
Hi 😘 I’m so sorry to do this, but I have to take a rain check for tonight. Doctor’s orders are to sit on the couch and not move until I leave for practice tomorrow. I am so sorry. I promise I will make this up to you. I was really looking forward to seeing you tonight. I’m sending you some pizza through DoorDash. 
A lump forms in your throat from both the frustration of not getting to see him, but also the sadness for him being less than 100%. 
It’s okay! I completely understand. Your payment of DoorDash Pizza will be enough for now 🤪 You’re so sweet and do not have to do that. I’ve had enough popcorn and M&Ms for the two of us! But, I hope you are okay. I am here if you need anything.
You sigh, tossing your phone back onto the couch and leaning down to scream into the fabric. Fuck. You wanted to end the night falling asleep in his arms again. He has this way of calming the entire world with his touch. You needed that after a stressful week at work. Now, you’ll be tossing and turning all night, worrying about him.
Now, I’m definitely getting you pizza. No girl dinner for my girl. I am bummed, babe. Trust me. Wanted to get my hands on you. It’s been a long week.
An idea pops into your head, but first, you’ll need to wait for that pizza.
The pizza is still warm in your hands when you walk towards Nico’s apartment door. Thank god for the nightly activity in Hoboken, so you could easily piggy back into the main entrance. Plus, who looks scary with pizza in their hands? No one.
Your boots scuff at the floor beneath your feet until you get to Nico’s door.
“Hey did someone here order grabby hands and pizza?” You call out after a soft knock. You chuckle at the movement you hear beyond the door.
“I did.” He chuckles as he opens the door. Your body relaxes when you see his dimpled smile. He is definitely happy to see you. He’s wearing a backwards hat and comfy, Devils sweats. He looks okay, but his right shoulder seems to have extra padding around it. You tentatively reach for it, feeling the coolness. “Ice.” He winces slightly when he tries to shrug.
“Back on the couch, cap.” You insist. 
“Can I have a kiss first?” He asks, puckering his lips. You lean up, going slightly on your tip toes to connect your faces. Your eyes close as Nico gives soft, gentle pecks that awaken your body. Pink dusts your cheeks as a soft moan escapes his mouth. “I’m afraid the hands will have to wait. I look better than I actually feel.” He tenderly adjusts the ice on his shoulder. You frown deeply, staring at his hand there. 
“Are you… going to be okay?” You finish hesitantly. You aren’t sure if he will tell you, or if you really even want to know. But you’re a little scared and more information would be better than being in the dark.
“It’s too swollen and sore to know the extent of what’s going on.” Nico says. “Could be a sprain, could be a tear.” You nod, then bring your eyes back to his.
“Whatever it is we will work through it together.”
“I’m so glad you are here.” He murmurs, reaching to caress your face. His thumb strokes your cheek in soft swipes that have your heart growing in your chest. “I bet if we each have like five slices of that pizza and fall asleep together, I’ll be better tomorrow.”
“I stay the night one time and now you’re so presumptuous Mr. Hischier.”
“I can’t help myself. You’re a great cuddler. I’ll beg if I have to.” There are his dimples again, just for you.
“And here I thought I was going to have to beg you.” You chuckle, poking his stomach then walking towards his kitchen. “Can I get you anything?” You ask him.
“No.” He murmurs back, looking lost in thought as he scans your face. “Have I said how much I love having you here?”
“Literally two seconds ago.”
“Okay, well, that was too long ago. I love having you here. A lot. I usually have to go through these moments alone and not having to do that tonight is nice.” You nod because you understand how comforting it is to have someone take care of you too.
“I love being here, Neeks. Now put your butt back on the couch. I’ll bring you pizza when its warm again.”
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luluxa · 10 months ago
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Riga gig, and idk how people write detailed reports, my memories are a hot mess
- met some awesome people ❤️‍🔥 (eyy @hazzybat, money well spent ain't it???)
- gave Nace a print of this art (I bought an early access ticket the night before the gig, slept two hours, woke up at six am, decided I can't go empty handed, ordered some prints wondering whether they will make them on time, got on my bus at 7 am, cos I live 5 hours away from Riga - I do not recommend making last minute decisions like that, it's stressful af 💀 Wanted to give a print to Jan too, the forest one with Igor, but the stage was far away from the barricades and he didn't grace us with his presence, unlike Nace who is awesome and jumped down. I could wait for them after the gig but was falling asleep and barely standing upright so no arts for Jan)
- ogled the husbands making eyes at each other every five minutes (they in love 🥰)
- Jan je bog (and a sweet little kitten)
- the karaoke girlies were all fire 🔥
- got deaf and ruined my feet, A+ would do it again
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star-girl69 · 2 years ago
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you would be so loved and cherished with lottienat like… touch starved reader who tears up every time one of them plays with your hair or even just holds ur hand and they get concerned😭😭 i think they’d be even more touchy after the crash too esp if you got hurt like they’d never leave your side.
THIS!!!! THIS IS IT!!!! THIS IS THE ONE!!!!
tbh…. everyone in that relationship is a little touch starved 😭😭
but like let’s say that if nat and lottie have been together for a while before you came along so they’ve gotten a little more comfortable
i feel like lottie is definitely the one to initiate the most physical touch
whether she’s asking you to braid her hair or climbing on top of you and demanding you scratch her back, or just putting her hand on your thigh when she drives, her hand on the small of your back when you’re out in public…. (i could go on and AWN)
natalie is definitely a little more hesitant in initiating anything but once she gets more comfortable, she really does have a lot of love to give, and will shower you in it if you let her
definitely the type to just kinda put her face in your neck when you’re near each other, pulling you into her lap or just near her at any social function, sitting with your legs in her lap, she LOOOOVVVEESS playing with yours and lottie’s hair (i have no explanation for this i just know it)
if you ever just kinda like flinched from shock or started crying a bit they would be so concerned??? “baby please what’s wrong??? are you hurt??? did something happen??? who do we need to kill???”
and when you’re like no no nothing like that i’m just a little… touch starved
they’re just kinda like oh! bc i mean it doesn’t really matter to them yk? they’ll shower you in love and affection either way tbh
and now…. sleeping is such a fun experience with these two
most of the time if you have sleepovers they’re at lottie’s house, bc her parents are never home and she has the biggest bed
at first natalie was definitely kinda stiff just because it was a new and unknown place but lottie made both of you feel comfortable! (wink wink 😉) (i’m sorry)
natalie is probably just on top of you let’s be honest like you wake up in the middle of the night unable to breathe drenched in sweat and you have to PUSH her off of you
five minutes later she’s rolling right back onto you
lottie is probably on your other side, her arm around yours and natalie’s waists, and she’s just happy when your legs all tangle together like girly is literally falling asleep with a smile on her face going “mimimimimimi”
post crash is cray!!!!!
not only is there a literal biological survival NEED for you guys to be close bc hello??? winter = cold
they’re definitely a little too happy about that part bc like…. now natalie has a REASON to crush you!!
“GET OFF OF ME I CANT BREATHE”
“IM LITERALLY JUST MAKING SURE YOURE WARM”
and lottie is just all happy with her arms around everyone like she’s so cute i cant 😭😭
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imzsuzsis-blog · 5 months ago
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Because of the stupid dream, I just have to pee all the time. I'm on the toilet again and peeing. The other is that we broke up with Loki, I loved him so much. The third and the little ones haven't even been born, and I'm waiting for them. I don't know what Carlos is saying, but I don't have schizophrenia, but that's what Oscar said too.
"I don't have a personality disorder, Max!!!! Stop it… I was just dreaming.”
"But the girls too..." "No Max, he doesn't dream of that either."
"They broke up with Loki because of something stupid."
"That's not true either... Your dreams are too vivid, my friend... We're still together and we love each other."
I grimaced at him, but he just waved, because he thinks boys can't be pregnant.
"Max, stop waving. I really am pregnant.”
"That's not the problem!!! But the time, say, in Montreal, I opened for you and you had an orgasm!!!! Stupid English bastard face with twins!!!!”
"I already said I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but how many more times do I have to say it?"
Presentation and gone.
"As they say half the world is a left dick."
I sat down and closed my eyes again and soon fell asleep again, I've only been doing it for a few days. On vacation, half of my group of friends got on my nerves with this, one of them even made me a cube stomach with Photoshop, because he thought it would be a good joke for teenage girls.
"Lando, Lando... Ohhh, baby, did you fall asleep again?"
Loki? Yes, no, I'm not just resting my eyes, I needed it early again."
"Dude isn't even your best friend, can you call me baby?"
"Carlos, you're rubbish. Can you hear me?”
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"And you?"
There they were giggling on a bench, like two little girls from a girly novel that Lilly used to read... Well, I used to read them. To annoy her directly, but she likes it, she always laughs at me when I do this, but so does Lando.
"Yeah, we're just fooling around."
I laughed at Oscar, he showed me the girly things to read for the week.
"Gossip Girl... It's a joke, right?"
"Not Lando, now this is the next series, on Netfilx."
"I'm going to watch it now and it's damn good."
"I don't want to interrupt, but you are not complete that you started a book club and only read girly books for being boys. Okay, I look like Lando, but you don't look like Oscar."
Carlos, look at us as fools for doing this, we both love to do it, we haven't even read one of these, how to do it.
"If you don't like it, you can read one from the list."
"No thanks, I'll leave it to my girlfriend."
"It's your choice Carlos."
"Lando, is this serious? You say the one who made out with a girl in a disco, who is not, by the way, her friend."
"This is bullshit, it was another girl with another boy and the picture was taken on New Year's Eve."
"Lando, I have to make you dream, the video was just made in Ibiza... About you and Magui kissing passionately... Are you gay or not?"
I angrily slapped Carlos and started sobbing.
"Magui violently attacked me drunk and kissed me... Then she told me that he wanted to fuck me, when Keegan and Max found out, they pulled me away and told the security and threw me out."
I started shaking, I could tell it was a what-if situation, what if he did it. And she rapes me in a bush next to the disco, I'm afraid of her.
"Don't worry, you didn't do anything wrong, your friends were there to save you from this horrible girl... I can't stand calling her a whore either."
We kissed him forehead because he mentioned several times that him head hurts from something and him stomach is burning and he wants sex less... But he brushed this off for us and not for Loki, him boyfriend.
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Lando jumped on my neck for some reason, I only saw what he was doing on the scoreboard.
"Pole, pole!!!!"
The guy is happy.
"Hey, I see it too."
"I know, I know, I'm just fucking happy."
I started shaking my ass and grimacing at Alex and he back at me and we did this for about five minutes.
"Lando, honey, aren't you childish?"
“Yes, I know he is, but you?"
“Carl… Loki? The fuck came to me.”
"I'm George... That you can always be messed with by your boyfriend."
"Okay, who the hell was that?"
“Who said it could be?"
I almost fucked George for saying that to me.
"Alex started on Thursday... Because you bragged about his childhood in front of the audience, then Max because he opened up to you once and you were totally intoxicated, Carlos just for fun, Oscar because he still loves you."
"Here??? You're an idiot, a dick, George Russell!! Fuck you!!!”
After I took deep breaths, I suddenly had labor-like pains again, which I hadn't had in a month, and I calmed down because of it.
"Are you fucking okay, mate?"
"Everything is fine, only Braxton-Hicks contractions are fine. It is common in the third trimester.”
"I was terrified, I thought you were going to give birth." "I won't, we are already talking about it with DR Sarha, they will come when the girls come."
"Doctor... Let's leave the other one."
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"Today was agony, Loki. Let's not even talk about it."
Lando leaned over to me with tears in his eyes, because I was the only one and I was listening to what the others were saying to him. I think the whole thing was extremely disgusting, especially Carlos, who bought into a rumor again, like at the Belgian Grand Prix.
"Darling, do you know this world is just... Baby crying and two too? Did you give birth?”
He froze and could only nod, and in fright he held both children. I cried softly on my mobile through Síri. I called the ambulance as fast as lightning, but they were already here, there was a problem with someone here at the hotel.
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in the hospital
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"No, no no!!!!!"
He repeated this again and now the poor man was crying from the shock, I felt sorry for him, it was unexpected and scary. We were talking and suddenly they popped out of it without any effort. Although I just spoke to George, who said that he had pain but did not deal with it.
"Lando, why didn't you tell me you were in pain?"
"It completely slipped my mind because I was busy with something else today."
I started caressing him face and wiping him tears from him eyes. It's very beautiful and cute to see when Lando cries, I always smile inside, but not now. Because it's a sad sight when we were told how big and how many grams they came into the world, we were both completely terrified, but they will survive with their needles. Instead, he is here at the Hospital because of them because he has a race tomorrow and this is his first.
"They couldn't go home for an incredibly long time, as far as Belgium at the most, because of the girls, if they get better, we can only go that far because it's a neighboring country."
"Yes, I know... This damn premature birth was in the air mainly because of what was written about you, and this is mostly the fault of today's teenagers. Because they will see you somewhere and scream and need everything about you, or they need you. It's terrible.”
I kissed his hair because I was slowly starting to fall asleep, it had been a long day and even that might make him hate himself now.
"Hello, Loki... I talked to a doctor... He was at 33 weeks..."
"What happened?"
"He started labor against him will, he read something on the internet and so on. But he said politely, he got 34."
"Good, but they are in the preterm ward."
"I know about it and I'm sorry, it would have been a few weeks."
"Are they beautiful?"
"Yes"
I saw pictures of Penelope and Leah and they really were two little beauties, I would have grabbed them but I couldn't because they weren't allowed yet.
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thefandomenchantress · 2 years ago
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My Headcannons About The Despair Time Cast Playing Super Smash Bros. Together
I randomly got this idea and decided I needed to post about it.
Xander has accidentally broken three controllers. He gets really into the game and forgets how strong he is. MonoTV bans him from the console for a few weeks every time, yet he never learns his lesson. He doesn’t know any of the characters’ names, but he does know he always plays as ‘the really cool sword guy!!’ (Link).
Nico always plays as the animal characters (If you count Pokémon as animals), and sometimes Kirby because they like how cute and gender neutral the character looks.
The cast thought David would play as a cute animal crossing character or something, but no. Ridley. Ridley every single round, and he has to fight the urge to laugh in the loser’s face every time he wins. Unless someone else wants to be Ridley, then he will grumpily gladly choose a different character.
Arei will not hesitate to laugh in your face when she wins. She plays as any cute character, because she thinks it’s hilarious when the buff, sword-carrying dudes lose to tiny, pink fluff balls. She will, without a doubt, resort to foul play if she starts losing and will knock the controller out of her opponent’s hand to win.
J refuses to play as any girly-looking character. It’s always some super buff guy, like Snake. Or at least she always played as a buff guy until she learned Samus was a girl who dressed up in a cool armor suit to beat up aliens, and started playing as her from that point onward. She will also laugh in the loser’s face when she wins.
Ace is pretty good, but only if he plays as a Princess character. Otherwise he sucks. And he’s too prideful to pick a Princess character most of the time, so he almost always sucks. The rest of the class didn’t know this until Arei made fun of him for being terrible at the game and challenged him to a one-on-one round. Princess Peach never looked more ferocious…Until Arei stole Ace’s remote and wouldn’t give it back until she’d killed his character ten times.
Levi doesn’t play most of the time, but when he does, he lets whoever’s closest to him pick his character. It usually doesn’t matter who he’s playing as, because he’ll probably end up accidentally running off the stage repeatedly or get the jump and punch button confused with each other (He doesn’t play video games a lot).
Teruko plays as Bayonetta, for no reason other than Bayonetta being cool and badass. She’ll usually get really close to winning, only for her controller to run out of batteries at the last second, even if they’d charged it five minutes prior. Or worse, the console overheats and completely shuts down (once it caught on fire). So she, like Levi, also usually just watches.
Eden sometimes plays as Ness, who seems small and cute and innocent until suddenly he’s shouting ‘EAT FIRE!!!!’ in your face over and over again and forever trapping you in his eternal flames. But despite her prowess as Ness, Eden usually chooses whatever characters no one else will pick, because she feels like those characters must feel left out and sad that no one plays as them. But she’ll make them feel better!!! Even if it means losing.
Veronika loves to play as the monster characters, especially Ridley, because Ridley is the scariest. She often will narrate her attacks and give extremely gruesome details about how many bones her opponents have broken and how many organs they’ll have to replace after the fight.
Arturo is often forced to play when Veronika does, and he will play as any hot, pretty character. If he loses, it’s not the beautiful, amazing character’s fault, it’s his. He’ll never understand why Veronika likes playing as the ugly monsters.
Rose likes to play as Jigglypuff, because Jigglypuff always makes characters fall asleep without warning, and looks like a fluffy pillow Rose would like to snuggle. She likes to jokingly blame her terrible sleep schedule on an invisible Jigglypuff that follows her around everywhere.
Min claims video games are a distraction from her studies, but eventually the class persuaded her to play. Before she did, however, she did a fair amount of research on which character would be best for her to choose, and eventually settled on Zelda because she read Zelda had a cool teleporting power.
Whit plays as whatever character he can think of the most puns for. For example, if he were to sneeze right before he picks? “Well, I guess this is a sign that I should pick Pik-achoo!! Get it? Because ‘achoo’ is the sound effect for sneezes in comics and stuff?” “Yes, Whit, now please pick your character already.”
Charles always plays as Dr. Mario, because the character has a respectable profession and therefore, must be the most talented. Charles isn’t very good, since he never played video games as a kid, but Whit calling him various doctor-related, punny nicknames makes up for it (Even if he’d never admit that).
Hu is often the supervisor, trying to make sure no one angrily throws a remote across the room or turns off the console when they’re losing (*cough* Arei *cough*). But when she decides to join a round, she plays as an Animal Crossing villager, because they carry butterfly-catching nets, and she really likes butterflies.
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blistering-typhoons · 11 months ago
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BBC SHERLOCK REWATCH - A STUDY IN PINK (REAL TIME NOTES)
From the perspective of someone who watched this show when they were thirteen, made it their whole personality and then stopped being a massive prat.
I thought about organizing this into a cohesive review, and maybe as I go on I'll delve deeper into some of my observations but for now I thought it would be funny to present my findings in raw, mostly unaltered form:
- loud ass opening, my god
- only bit of acting Martin freeman ever does lmao
- dances along to theme against my will
- god the effects and transitions are so shit
- all the shots of the pills are so ugly
- oh yay molly - whoo - yayyy
- the potential withe these two goddamn
- also this sherlock does not drink his respect women juice by god
- fucksake the deduction about john's sister- not only is it translated awfully into this modern setting, it's explicitly a deduction Sherlock is supposed to make once they know eachother a bit better
- THE POTENTIAL
- also sherlock displaying one insecurity when john accidentally insults his stuff- well done moftiss, characterization
- How far away is the crime scene, why it dark
- pls the transitions
- PIPE BOMB, WHOO Phone deductionnnn
- oh my god it's so shit
- uuuuuuuugggghhhh the potential I hate this shooooow
- fuckin deduction as a way for witty one liners and sexism, i hate this place
- 'you were thinking it's annoying' i'm going to send myself off a cliff, CRINGE
- RACHE- moffat, come here a sec- literally putting ACD on par with the police, who are always wrong the sheer audacity- also just a bad change
- these lens flare white lights are so goofy please, you will never be a whole scene of silence with jeremy brett
- benedict cumberbatch is very pretty i will grant
- terrorized by the fact i used to quote this show unironically
- from a writing point of view I understand that John gushing over Sherlock is to show off and emphasize their specialest boy- but, some sincerity is infused into it from an acting standpoint
- 30:02 GIRLIE WHAT IS THAT SOUND EFFECT
- OOH YAY THE PSYCHOPATH/SOCIOPATH STUFF WHOO YEAAAAH
- All the phones calling as john walks past is kinda cool but mostly stupid
- oh anthea, what a rich character lmao
- how long was mycroft posed like that
- First johnlock queerbait whooo
- Where does he fuck off to???
- he just vanishes lmaoooo
- Three patch problem. Bruh.
- I am bored as shit, help
- This music- girl
- Bloated is a very good word to describe some of these scenes
- HERE SHE IS- THE BIG DADDY OF QUEERBAITING
- this scene is insane fucKING INSANE I HATE THIS SHOW
- god how much episode is left fucksake
- the stop/go signs- pick a tone girl
- this episode is so almost good and it's anytime Sherlock makes a mistake lmao
- not the drugs bust :/
- ooh sociopath line- whoo
- "I don't have to [imagine]." OOOH OKAY, WELL, YOU GUYS GET *ONE* POINT FOR THAT SHEESH
- this is so ridiculous- COME WITH ME- girl shut up
- I wanna be done I wanna be doooone.
- lamenting the confrontation we had in the unaired pilot
- The 'Frwhoomp' noise as the light goes out, girl
- 20 Minutes left my christ
- BRO- I forgot that bit of ADR wooooof
- and thus begins the scree of Moriarty
- five years, why is Scotland Yard still doubtful of Sherlock's skills? I know he might have been deep in his addiction during some of that, but they evidently kept him around for crime solving.
- Great man/good man quote has me fumin babes, my god, what a fundamental misunderstanding of Sherlock Holmes
- boring ass back and forth
- this piano is giving me war flashbacks
- is it a five orange pips reference?
- also the pills look like that speckled gum that burns your throat
- when is it oveeer
- falling asleep
- bomb under the table but the table is made of glass and hates gay people
- she tooks the kidssssssssssssssssssssssssssss
- 13 min
- love, or rage, dude, come on Sherlock
- i hate this 'enjoying crime too much' theme they've written
- like watching a stupid play
- once more, the potential
- moriarty he said calmly
- also, so out of character for Sherlock do I even need to say
- peaks of what could have been- FUCK
- this mycroft fake out- lord
- also, mummy, fucksake
- cheesy ending BUT IT'S OVER
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judeswhore · 2 years ago
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Posting a clip of Jude snoring on your instagram for all the girlies that think sleeping with him is so peaceful and cute with a funny caption and then he posts a picture of you drooling all over his chest
he’s snoring dead loud w his mouth wide open and like his foot is twitching and u caption it something like “this y’alls man” as a joke and tag him and he’s like so offended that you’ve outed him like that and then one day u fall asleep on him and ur drooling and he posts it and captions it like “five more minutes and i’ll need a boat”
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varganardi · 9 months ago
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6 and 14 for both Athenobi and Varganardi!
AHHH OK <3
Thanks for asking! :D
(I may have misunderstood what quirk means LOL so I hope this makes sense either ways!!)
6. What small quirks do they love about each other?
Varganardi
Nacho: His favorite quirk about Laura is how she pronounces so many things wrong without caring/bothering to care LOL
She pronounces "complicated" english words all the time and uses the wrong words to explain something (this one is very s/i! I know English but talking it is so difficult lol! 😭)
She'll say something wrong and Nacho will be like: "...Do you mean... *insert word/phrase*"
Laura: Her favorite quirk about Nacho is how he ALWAYS wears a shirt/tanktop under his shirt 😭
At first she was like ????
His explanation being: "What? I don't want to be cold."
Even during hot days he'll wear his silly shirts-under-shirt combination (and he looks damn good doing it too <3)
Athenobi
Ágata: She loves how Clemmie, no matter what, can never sit still.
Always fidget-y and restless
Girlie can't sit still on a chair for more than five minutes (also very s/i lmaoo)
Ngl, at first she found it annoying
But it's also kinda cute to see Clemmie struggle to "sit straight" in a char without moving her feets or arms, sitting in weird positions or sighing in frustration over how uncomfortable and bored she is
Clementia: She loves how loud Ags tend to talk - whatever mood she's in.
She talks loud and clear and always sounds so enthusiastic, even when angry
She'll fight anyone that thinks her girlfriend is annoying <3
14. Where would they go on a 3am adventure?
Athenobi
Probably to a party!
They'll both be too energetic to sleep some nights and instead of laying in bed, they decide on going on adventures.
It doesn't have to be "adventourous" - Going somewhere nice and watching the stars is cozy enough for them both :')
Clemmie really loves watching the stars and show Ags different star patterns in the sky.
And Ags just likes to look at Clemmie explaining things - smiling like an idiot 🥹
Varganardi
Nacho is an early bird - Laura is a night owl.
So their differences collide sometimes lol
Both have difficulties falling asleep or will wake up in the middle of the night and not be able to fall back asleep
Moments like these, when they're both sleepless - they will get the random ideas to go on a date.
They go on roadtrips in Nacho's car, playing loud music, drive with no destinatio and find beautiful places to park the car.
They either remain seated in the car or they go out for a mini sightseeing
If the place looks creepy they try scaring each other LOL (spoiler alert: Laura gets scared first and Nacho has to comfort her and he feels bad for scaring her 😭)
Link to the game!
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Hiii!!! If it isn't to much trouble may I have (male) genshin matchup please. My pronouns are she/her. Im a Capricorn, my Mbti type is infj-a/infj-t. I tend to be shy around new people but I can be somewhat loud with people who im close to. I am 18 years old. My height is 5'0. I would describe my aesthetic as girly/soft/cottegecore, lots of long dresses and skirts. Im not very athletic and im not a big fan of sports but I love to go roller and ice skating. I also love to read books and to also cook and bake food. I also like to garden. I've been playing the violin for 7 years. I love animals and im planing on becoming a wildlife veterinarian. I like to Watch nature/animal documentaries. I also like sweets. Somethings I dislike are people who bend or ruin my books and people who speak over me when im trying to talk.I love music, I can listen to any genre and like it but my favorites are indie,bedroom pop and classic rock. My ideal relationship would be with someone who is loyal and supportive. sorry if i spelt anything wrong. Hope im not bothering you:)
hii, you're not bothering me at all !! thank you for the request <33 I hope you like it
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your romantic match is thoma <3
♡ thoma doesn't mind that you're shy at first !! rather, he'd take it upon himself to continously talk to you so that you can get comfortable with him, he's very kind and doesn't want you to feel alone. once you start showing your true personality, then he'd be really happy <3 you didn't mind getting out of your shell with him, and that's not something you do with everyone given your shy trait. he'll give you all his devoted attention, and listen to whatever you say
♡ he thinks the way you dress is really cute, and doesn't hesitate to compliment you whenever he lays eyes on you. you'll be able to see all the adoration he holds for you in his eyes whenever he takes a look at your outfit (he'll be smiling and blushing so hard the entire time too) and also !! he wouldn't mind matching with your aesthetic either, just recommend him some clothes and he'll gladly wear them
♡ thoma also really enjoys cooking and baking, so it's definitely a date/bonding activity the two of you can do <3 it makes him feel so at home when he's right next to you, chopping up some vegetables while you're stirring up a mixture of ingredients. whenever he finds a new recipe, he shows it to you and suggests the two of you could try to make it together. and if you bake/cook anything specifically for him in secret then it would make him really happy (he'd finish it all in like five minutes because he truly loves the food you make for him) and he'd do the same !! expect breakfast in bed a lot, he'll wake up really early to make you a meal <3 if you want any help with your garden, then he'll be sure to lend a hand
♡ when you bring up the fact that you like roller/ice skating, thoma would be really excited to do that because he has never done it prior to meeting you. you'll have to be helping him out a lot because he loses his balance easily due to him being a beginner. and then once he catches the hang of it, he'd like the idea of learning some couple tricks with you, and roller skating in an intimate way with you <3 (he'll fail the first couple of times though because being so close to you makes him so flustered he loses his ability to think about skating)
♡ thoma likes animals a lot, just like you. if you have any pets then he'd put a lot of effort into taking care of them. he would enjoy going around inazuma with you and feeding some of the cats and dogs that roam the streets, they all get familiar with the two of you and run up to you guys excitedly when they see you <3 he likes how gentle and loving you are when it comes to animals and the wildlife in general
♡ if you're comfortable with it, thoma would really enjoy hearing you play the violin. he thinks it's a really lovely instrument, and he'll enjoy every note that you play. he can even fall asleep to it, if you're playing a relaxing tune.
♡ the height difference between the two of you is very noticeable, but he won't tease you TOO much about it </3 he's usually the one reaching food from the top cabinets because he knows they're placed high. whenever you want to kiss him, he'll have to either raise you up somehow or lean down but he doesn't mind that in the slightest. and plus whenever the two of you hug, your face will be snug against his chest, so you have the advantage of being able to hear the comforting sounds of his heartbeat
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PLATONIC MATCHUP
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♡ ahh omg yoimiya would adore having you as a friend !! the two of you are very different in terms of hobbies and interests, but that's precisely why she would love being your friend. you can teach her/show her a lot of things, and she'd be completely fascinated.
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♡ she'd love hanging out with you on moonlit nights with a basket of fireworks she made and a tray of treats you baked <33 and the two of you can relax and enjoy the beautiful fireworks while eating to your hearts content
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ladylooch · 11 months ago
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remember how lio ignored his daddy after he broke his arm? does that ever happen to nico with one of the girlies?
Ope… wanna hurt? Okay let’s go.
Lucie Hischier stands in the middle of an applauding room at the first recital of her short ballerina career. Her brown eyes squint against the bright stage lights, trying to look through the beams and sea of people for her daddy. He said he would be here. 
But when the lights fade and Lucie finally finds her family, she doesn’t see her daddy standing next to her mama. Lucie frowns even as her mom waves excitedly back to her with Sophie in her arms. Lucie’s eyes continue to scan. She sees her Auntie Em, but no Uncle T. She frowns harder. Her dad is out of town. He said he wouldn’t be. Lucie’s eyes move back to her mom and her little face scrunches up into a scowl. Then, she stomps her pink slippers off to the side stage where her teacher is holding up her hand to give her a high-five.
“Lucie, your solo was wonderful! All your handwork paid off!”
No it didn’t. Daddy wasn’t here.
When Lucie gets to her family afterwards, she is sullen as she accepts flowers from Lio. They share a loose hug.
“Luc! Great job today!” Auntie Em says, giving her back a rub as they embrace.
“Thanks.” Lucie mumbles.
“You worked so hard on your solo, baby. It showed today. I’m so proud of you.” Lexi murmurs as she kneels down to give her daughter a hug. Mack is holding flowers for her older sister and excitedly thrusts them at Lucie. 
“Thanks.” Lucie says glumly. Lexi purses her lips.
“Hey, daddy is going to FaceTime us when we get home from dinner.” Lucie scrunches her face then shakes her head no.
“He didn’t come.”
“Yeah, baby he is on the road.”
“He told me he would be here.”
Emma and Lexi share a concerned look. The Devils originally were supposed to leave tomorrow, but a winter storm created travel concerns and they decided on leaving a day earlier. Lexi bites her lip. Nico must not have had the conversation she recommended he have at bedtime last night. Lexi had found him asleep in Mack’s bed. She assumed he had made it to Lucie before falling asleep. Clearly not. 
“Daddy’s schedule changed last minute. I know that is disappointing. He wanted to be here though.” Lexi tries to soothe as much as she can. 
“Did you video it for him?”
“Yes, me and auntie Em.” 
“Okay.” Lucie sighs. Lexi helps Lucie put her winter coat and boots on, then with the whole family, they head to a diner for burgers, malts, and fries to celebrate.
Lucie is in bed after her bath that night when Lexi comes in with her phone. She sees it in Lucie’s lap, then leaves the room, down the hall to one of her sisters who is crying.
“Hi sweets.” Lucie looks down, seeing her dad on the screen. “I am so sorry I missed your recital today.” He says. “I know I told you I would be there. That was the plan. Unfortunately, it didn’t work out that way.” Lucie nods. Silence fills the room as Nico waits for her to say something. She refuses. “I know you’re hurt, sweets. But when I get home, can we watch the video together?” Tears form in Lucie’s eyes. She nods as they track down her cheeks.
1,000 miles away, Nico's heart breaks into that many pieces.
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thedetectiveofinaba · 2 years ago
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@fatexbound​ asked: ▤ = falling asleep on them . (Yunao or any ship you want!)
 Send me a symbol to receive a reaction from my muse to XYZ / not accepting any longer
I’m throwing the yunao drabble to Read More bc I wrote more than I assumed (and now have feels for these two. Hlep.)
Naoto should’ve expected this outcome to happen. She had been hanging out with Yu like usually while both were doing homework simultaneously with snacks and had plans to maybe watch a movie with him and Nanako. She had assumed that he’d listened for the whole time on the timeline of Detective Conan and what movies she had seen so either her information dump was slow while both had taken a break on the sofa on his room.
When had he even fallen asleep? It must’ve been before the recap of second movie and during or after the third movie and how she’d personally disagreed some of the changes to animation style or execution of the plot ideas. 
Now that she thought on this more, she hadn’t ever taken a closer look on how Yu looked when he wasn’t stressed or putting up an act for pothers. Yu had improved in that but she could still sense how he wasn’t as vulnerable with most people at IT as she was with her. She supposed it was a badge of honor she’d earnt, but still… she couldn’t lie on being concerned on his sanity. The concern she had on him did shift to focusing on not moving an inch to make sure her shoulder, acting as a rough pillow, didn’t move too much.
Since when was her boyfriend so adorable? The haircut he had fit him really well and while the eyelashes were the usual length for an average male, that combined with the face and the eye color it was almost perfect. Emphasis on almost perfect because she knew that a perfect human on aesthetical standpoint could never exist, but in her point of view Yu was one of the most stunning people to ever exist.
No wonder she’d fallen for him without realizing that, especially after his personality and willingness to see her as a person and not categorize her as a girly girl immediately. It’d been a risk to start a relationship at the same year but the risk in question had been one of the best decisions in her life. They were two not ideal people, yes, but they somehow were a good match and there hadn’t been too harsh arguments yet. She really hoped that if there was, they’d be able to sort them out without any crisis.
First relationships were already fragile since both parties were inexperienced and likely to fuck up, and that would have huge consequences for both. She didn’t know Yu had anxiety on their success as a couple like she did, but it was on her mind on a regular basis and something she should address if it started to bug her more.
The lax pacing on Yu’s breathing halted her train of thought and brought her focus back to her boyfriend. Naoto only smiled at the whole moment and combed through his hair with her hand while hoping this moment would last for longer than only five minutes. After all, she was trusted enough for this honor and she liked to think it was proof on how they’d last for longer than an average teenager couple at Yaso High. It’d be more than an one-week fling, what they had was stable and long term.
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134340am · 3 years ago
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hi again! this is the previous anon. Thanks for responding quickly, i just needed to make sure i wont make u uncomfy with my request. Number 19 on the kiss list reminded me of that meme wherein one dude sat on his friends shoulder to kiss their significant other on the window (am not sure if ur familiar with it!) so i thought i’d request that particular concept but its the reader with their bnha girlie besties going to the boy’s windows instead… maybe with Shouto? Just because i think he’ll probs be so adorable about it 🤤🌸🤤
19. "if we’re caught kissing we’re most likely dead but let’s risk it"
todoroki shouto x gn!reader, 0.8k words, sfw
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perhaps it was the post-midterm restlessness. perhaps it was the fact that it was a friday evening and there weren’t any more exams to study for next week. or perhaps it was because the ever-responsible, ever-diligent class president iida had matters outside of school to attend to, that led to this – half the class being banned from using their quirk for three days for participating in a water fight in the dorms.
and with your weather-based quirk that soaked everyone to the bone with a fridge-sized rain cloud you summoned up, you were definitely not exempted from this punishment, leaving you with a sticky and unsightly quirk-nullifying patch slapped onto your arm by aizawa-sensei and an order to stay in your rooms for the next three days.
well, you guess it could be worse. your patch, about the size of a bottle cap and patterned with pastel blue and yellow stripes, was certainly easier on the eyes than bakugou’s hot pink patch dotted with sleeping kittens. (you expect aizawa-sensei plays favourites, not that you care – seeing bakugou get mad at a little hot pink sticker on his arm was pretty darn funny.)
what wasn’t funny was the alarming text you got from shouto as you were getting ready for bed. as you were reaching over your nightstand to switch off your lamp, your phone pings with a distinct text tone – a light, tinkling sound that your boyfriend picked out himself. and you’re almost embarrassed at the way you dived for your phone at the foot of your bed.
you’ve spoilt me – i can’t sleep without a goodnight kiss. what should i do? reads the text. you smile at the simplicity and sincerity embedded in the message.
but your initial excitement was quickly overcome with guilt; because it’s true – you have spoilt him with goodnight hugs and kisses, and it’s your own foolishness that will have shouto staying up late tonight. and given how you probably won’t be able to sleep without having your own share of goodnight kisses too, you suppose you won’t be falling asleep anytime soon.
but what can you do? blow him a kiss over the phone and ask for one back? send him some smiley, kissy emojis and call it a day? hit record and send over a video? (the thought of it makes you cringe. sure, you loved shouto dearly, but you would rather eat a sock.)
another loud ping breaks your train of thought.
i’m going to try to sleep now. goodnight, love. sleep well!
oh. now your heart hurts. you know you have to do something. and lucky for you, you know just the right person who’d be happy to help…
so you call your ever-reliable neighbour. ochako picks up almost immediately, still sounding energetic and lively despite it being late.
“what’s up, babe?”
“listen – you’re the only person on this floor that hasn’t gotten a quirk ban from aizawa-sensei, so i need your help. and you have to promise me you won’t utter a word of this to anyone else.”
a minute later, you find yourself on your balcony (and ochako on hers) going over the plan one more time. when ready, you two high five, causing you to float upwards.
with ochako’s help, you manage to float onto shouto’s balcony, gripping the edge as tightly as you can to stop yourself from floating away into the next hemisphere. a thumbs up lets ochako know to let you down, and you find yourself flopping clumsily onto the floor of his balcony.
as promised, shouto’s gone to sleep: the light under his curtains has gone out. but you knock anyway and pray that he’ll respond.
a moment passes before you hear the shhhhhhick of his screen door sliding open. enter: one sleepy shouto rubbing his eyes, confused, while the hair at the back of his head sticks up adorably.
“how did you get up here? and what are you doing here, love?”
“i’m here to give you your goodnight kiss, of course.”
so with adrenaline flooding your veins and the cool night air kissing your heated skin, you pull him in and meet his lips. shouto melts into you immediately, love-struck and relieved to have you in his arms one last time before the day ends. a cold hand – must be his right one – slips behind your head to massage at your neck, and all the leftover stress from midterms dissipates immediately.
the kiss is relatively chaste and sweet, the two of you simply content with being near each other. eventually, shouto pulls away to look at you, thumb swiping over your bottom lip as an amused smile stretches across his pink lips. “you know, we’d be dead if someone catches us up here.”
you can’t help but smile back.
“worth.”
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