#had a really nice day :-) but Thursdays are always good ❤️

[lordsardine]

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[notjustjavierpena]

I have recently watched scenes from a marriage with oscar isaac and my mind which connects everything with hubby javi immediately went to this:

imagine wife’s and javi’s friends are going through a divorce, there’s cheating m, miscommunication etc and just a very hard time.

I feel like Javi and Wife would have a conversation about this due to the proximity of it happening to their friends. One about trust and if they’re happy. It’s not about insecurity or anything just them both communicating effectively and giving the other reassurance that this is not on the cards for them.

I just value their relationship so much.

Reassess

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A/N: Hiya anon! I hope it’s okay that I tweaked your request slightly to fit my version of hubby and wife. Enjoy ❤️ Thanks so much for proofreading, @angelofsmalldeath-codeine !!!

Summary: You and Javier’s friends are going through a divorce, and it suddenly makes you wonder about your own marriage.

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader (no y/n)

Tags: +18, talk about divorce, talk about cheating, brief descriptions of piv sex with creampie, hurt/comfort, love!, mention of pregnancy and pregnant reader, cuddling, kisses, Javier is a great husband and you are anxious

Word count: 1.6k

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54352768

Reassess

Jonathan and Mira are getting a divorce. The news had been announced to you by Javier when he entered the dimly lit living room on a Thursday night, looking paler than a ghost after what you had wrongly assumed to be a same-as-always phone conversation about football, work and going out for a beer in the near future. 

“No!” You had instinctively covered your mouth with your hand to suppress an animated gasp. Apparently, Mira had come clean about seeing another man a few days earlier and it only took shy of two days for their whole marriage to crumble. The thought was and is terrifying. 

It seems to dampen the mood between you and your husband significantly. There are more pregnant silences, longer stares, more hurried kisses, and worried faces in the middle of your daily routines that become opportunities for reflection when doing something mundane as folding laundry. However, the elephant in the room becomes most unbearable when Javier rolls off of you after making love to you a week after the news hit. 

He stares up at the ceiling and pants as he tries coming down from his high, reaching up to run his fingers through his slightly sweaty hair. You shift on your side of the bed to turn your body towards him, and gently lay a hand on his chest, “That was really good.”

“Hm? What?” He replies, “Oh right, yeah.”

“Honey,” you furrow your brow, “I don’t think I particularly like having sex with you if you’re not here with me.” 

“Lo siento (I’m sorry),” his eyes find yours, his voice is genuine, “I can’t stop thinking about Jon and Mira.”

Your eyes soften at that. It is nice to know that he is as shaken by this happening as you are, and in such close proximity to your own marriage too even if it technically has nothing to do with you. It suddenly hits why it has been so hard to start up a conversation about it. 

“Me either,” you sigh and scratch his chest gently with your nails and lay your head on his shoulder. He takes hold of your wrist and rubs the back of your hand with his thumb in soothing circles, “I can’t believe they ended up like that, who would have thought?”

“And Ava?” Javier sounds devastated and turns his head toward yours so he can rest his lips in your hair. 

“She must be so confused,” you mumble back, lost in thought. Ava is Mira and Jonathan’s daughter who sometimes has play dates with Inés, and to think that she has to deal with her parents not being able to work as a couple, especially since Mira apparently had to go sleep with someone else, is a scenario that you find nauseating when your brain automatically starts imagining your own children in the same scenario. You don’t think Lucas would ever forgive you if you caused that much hurt to his father, “I don’t know what Mira was thinking. Ava has to deal with her mom having hurt her dad. Why would she put her through that?”

“Jonathan said she’s in love with this new guy,” Javier argues. 

“I suppose sometimes you just fall in love with someone else,” you say without any emotion in your voice except for maybe a hint of disgust. 

“Are you happy? With me?” The question has been looming over the both of you since the news hit. It was only a matter of time before one of you would start reassessing your own marriage. 

You lift your head up to look Javier straight in the eyes, and even if you knew it was coming, you still feel taken aback by how much it makes your guts turn to even be told to consider it. The answer is so clear, “What? I—“

“That’s not an immediate yes,” he furrows his brow in concern. 

“Don’t be absurd,” you say back, “I love you so much it’s ridiculous.”

“But do you ever worry about us?” He continues. 

“This is the part where you say you love me too,” you joke without much humor in your voice. 

“Are you kidding? I’m nothing without you,” he lifts the hand you still have on his chest to kiss your palm, “Te amo tanto (I love you so much) but I need you to answer the question.”

“I don’t ever worry about us, no,” you answer truthfully and Javier visibly relaxes, “I know you. I trust you. It doesn’t even occur to me that I could have anything different in my life, you know? It feels like I would always have found you somewhere else if not here.”

“Perhaps they looked for something else when things became routine,” he suggests, resting your hand against his cheek.

“It’s never routine for me to tell you I love you,” you tell him with a little smile, “There’s no going back to the way things were before you.” 

“The idea of having anything else but this,” he trails off for a second, weighing his words and reaching out for you with his free hand. He cups the back of your knee to pull your leg over his naked body, “It’s just not in the cards for me. I’ll never love anyone the way that I love you.”

“Is this code for you’re stuck with me?” You crawl closer to kiss him on the mouth and tighten the leg around him, “Hm?”

“Sí (yes), you’re stuck with me, baby,” he says against your lips. 

“Do you promise that?” You whisper after pulling back a little, smiling softly as you look down at his mouth. He initiates another kiss after nodding. 

You kiss for a while without rushing it, deeply until you share each breath in your intense embrace. Despite just having had sex with him fifteen minutes ago, you want him again in a way that has him as hard as when you first got together. He fucks you open slowly with you on your back, makes you come on his cock with an almost pained tone in your whimper. He is everywhere on you, soaking you in love. The way he gasps along with you as he comes inside of you has your heart pounding in your chest. 

“No quiero a nadie más que a ti (I don’t want anyone else other than you),” he says when basking in the afterglow. However, you have already gotten out of bed to get cleaned up in the bathroom. In contrast to your husband, your afterglow is replaced by anxiety that you have just promised isn’t there. 

“I don’t want to end up like that,” you say while peeing with the door open. Javier moves on the bed to be able to look at you. 

“We won’t, te lo prometo (I promise you that),” he is quick to answer. You try to give him a smile but he notices the way you falter, “Anything you want to talk about? Anything on your mind?"

“They used to be so happy,” you sigh deeply and get up after finishing your business. You move to the sink and start washing your hands, your back suddenly towards him, “Makes me wonder if we're strong enough to weather anything.”

You hear the weight of him shift on the mattress and a second later, the soft pads of his feet across the tiled bathroom floor. He is behind you, looking at you in the mirror. You feel grateful for the sincerity in his eyes.

“Baby,” he tuts, wrapping his strong arms around you from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder. One of his hands goes down to lay on your stomach right below your belly button. You have just started to show, and the both of you have already talked about how early it is that your belly has started protruding but none of you have any clue why yet as you haven’t had your first scan. 

Javier kisses your bare shoulder, “This is my life, and I love it, and I would never hurt you… I trust you not to hurt me too.”

You silently turn off the tap to dry your hands but Javier doesn’t let you move. He lifts your chin so he can stare at you in the mirror, “I need you to trust me when I say that ten years with you have only made me want ten, twenty, thirty more. I love you. I choose you every day. Jonathan and Mira didn’t choose each other. We’re not them.”

“I love you too,” you shake your hands dry instead and then turn in your husband’s arms. You hug him close and he walks you out of the bathroom whilst still holding you tightly. 

“Three kids so far,” he reminds you whilst guiding you back to bed, “A decade down the line. We must be doing something right.”

“But what if—“

“You worry too much, mi vida (my life),” he says and smacks your ass as you crawl back into your bed. You glare back at him but he just snickers while crawling in too, “Get comfortable and go to sleep.”

“I don’t know if I can,” you say truthfully.

“Of course, you can,” Javier joins you under the covers. He lays down close to you and without saying a word, reaches out to gently and repeatedly stroke his hand over your hair. The warmth of his palm soothes your worry, each caress easing away the weight in your chest. 

You wonder if Mira left because Jonathan didn’t do this sort of thing anymore. Javier has done it for ten years. This fact makes sleep find you easily.

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[formulatrash]

Hi Hazel it’s a sad day for a Mitch fan :( Just wonder if you have any interesting anecdotes about him / interactions with him that you would like to share with a sad person? Thank you very much ❤️

it is :(((((

hmmmmm I'm trying to think of ones I haven't talked about before. Mitch is really nice, bless him, he's always incredibly generous in interviews and he's very funny. I'm sure I've posted the one where he was having his ice cream eaten by JEV before but it is kind of all-time classic Formula E interview

Me: Sorry to interrupt your ice cream. I think this is going to be one of those questions, but explanation for the question is probably longer than the answer-

Mitch: Yeah.

[audible ice-cream licking noises as JEV folds in half to eat the ice cream Mitch is holding at his waist]

Me: He was just coughing.

Mitch: Oh we kiss all the time.

Me: Oh, well, that's fine. So I'm writing an article about Théo Pourchaire, he had a stall on the grid in Saudi that was quite like yours was last year and had another car go into the back of him and he said it sort of haunts him at starts and he kind of can't stop thinking about it when he's on the grid. I didn't want to ask you about this on Thursday cus it felt like the kind of thing that-

Mitch: [referring to ice cream] No, it's really good

Me: Didn't want to curse your weekend or whatever. But does it bother you or is it just something that you can put away as soon as the weekend was over?

Mitch: I mean, it takes takes a while to get over it, but I think because of the magnitude of the results. If it was the first race maybe it'd be different. ButI think when you have those moments, when you - I mean, electric cars can't really stall but when you don't go. I think that's always in the back of your mind that. You know, I guess it's like it's really not nice feeling when you don't go and guys fly past you and obviously it hurt. Hey, now you're being greedy.

JEV: Keep talking

Mitch: Now you're being greedy.

JEV: I'm helping

Sam: Have you smelt that? It smells really good.

JEV: Well, that's how it tastes.

Mitch: What were we talking about?

Me: The stalling thing - well, not stalling.

Mitch: Give that a nibble. You're like a dog.

JEV: Are they in the Jaguar garage?

Me: I think they're all in the dry ice boxes

Mitch: I think after you have one stall, it's always in the back of my mind that you could be hit. Fortunately I walked away from it, Edo was actually a little more injured than me don't. But yeah, I don't wish that on anyone, because it's not a nice feeling.

[nicistrying]

Thursday 18th July

3 weeks to go oh my goddddd I think I'm mostly excited ??? But I feel like I should be stressed. **TW body dysmorphia below**

Office day today so was up and out early, Matt did the walk this morning. Work was fine, was nice to see everyone, I always dread going into the office but it's always a nice boost.

Had lunch outside in the sun ☀️

Did grocery shopping on the way home, then worked out. Back today, but after shopping I was pushed for time so just did 2 sets rather than 3. Also, not to look really self-obsessed but I just need to put this here for me to look back at in 2 weeks' time:

I feel good about my body today! It is strong! It looks healthy! I'm not bloated because I'm a week on from my period. And I'm finally getting some teeny weeny back muscles 😂

My arms are strong! And they will NOT magically double in size in the next 3 weeks. They just won't. The bloating and horrendous dysmorphia I get around my period is in my head. This is the same body I will be in on my wedding day and I will not let worrying about its appearance when it is doing normal female body things ruin the day.

So yeah it pains me to post so many photos of myself at once but it is literally for me to look back at this in 2 weeks when the bloating starts. It's temporary. No one will be looking at it or thinking about it. My bouquet will hide it through the ceremony and if it doesn't, it doesn't fucking matter. I'm a human being and my belly bloats with hormone changes. The actual important thing is that I am marrying my best friend!

Chilling in the garden with my girl while writing this before bed, getting the last of the warm air ❤️

Friday tomorrow thank god! 😴

[umemiyan]

U know what really gets me about those two is how much Suga got under Tooru’s skin when they played against each other. Like Suga wasn’t even on the court for long and Tooru was fuming about how great his vibes were and the obvious positive influence he’d had on Kageyama. I think about him calling Suga Mr. Refreshing alll the time he was being such a little baby lol

N e ways I think even when they’re older and together with you Tooru is still Like That (annoying). He’s a brat and Suga loves playing good cop to your bad cop. Tooru knows how to handle your roughness bc that’s the reaction he’s used to getting when he acts up but Suga is just! So nice! And patient with him! And I truly do think that just makes Tooru act even worse bc that’s just how he is (annoying) and he’s not used to people responding to his brattiness with coddling. I think he forgets that Suga’s whole job is handling brats all day

Only somewhat related but I watched the dumpster battle movie on Thursday and I’m still insane about it!!!!! If you haven’t seen it already, I hope you get to!!

YES!!!!!!!! oh my god he was so fucking upset about suga’s attitude and i just KNOW he’d want to brat so hard over it hddjsijdej you’re completely correct

i think he secretly likes being coddled, but yeah, he’s not used to it and will absolutely find a way to keep pushing buttons because he’s pissy and wants to test the limits. why does suga always have to be so calm and so patient?? what does it take to get him riled up??? it’s not fair!!!! cue cranking the bitchiness up to 125% but he’s still getting shut down by Mr. Refreshing

the whole good cop/bad cop dynamic is amazing because he’s just getting tossed back and forth. like on one hand he wants the mean treatment but on the other he wants to lean into that sweet coddling coming from suga after you’ve roughed him up… but no!!!! he’s supposed to be mad and bratty towards him!!! so he ends up barely even knowing what he wants tbh. he just eventually becomes a big, dumb, fucked-out baby

but god he really is just obsessed with both of you at the end of the day. he acts like a little bitch and probably has his inferiority complex triggered by suga’s level-headedness, but oh boy does that sweet, patient man make him ACHE. he might act like he wants to cling a little more to you, but mentally he’s riding suga’s dick just as hard 🫶🏻

and omg no i haven’t seen it yet—it won’t be playing anywhere near me 😭😭 so i will have to find another way to watch it some time 🥲 RIP but i’m glad you got to see it!!! ❤️

[slickshoesareyoucrazy]

Do It Anyway

We're leaving South Florida for home today, and it's 2 long days of driving. I have books to read and all but on previous trips, this is where I'd be texting you, A. Well maybe not right now because it's still before 8am on a Saturday but soon. You had 4 dogs. You were up. 😂😂😂

Anyway, I'm trying to deal with my grief in constructive ways, and the stuff I read tells me to not deny myself the things I previously enjoyed. I should do it anyway. So I'm texting you anyway. I wish you could text back. The fact that you can't royally sucks. But anyway ...

Reds are really looking good so far. I know it's mid-April and you make fun of me all the time for being a pie-eyed optimist, but dude ...for real maybe this year. 😃⚾

Looks like Kentucky is going with Mark Pope as the new head men's basketball coach. What a 180 from Calipari! 😂 I'd like to think you'd be down with this choice. He was on the 1996 championship team and he seems to be a really good, ethical man now as the coach of BYU. I can't see a bunch of 1 and dones and early NCAA exits being ok with him ever. I guess like all things, we'll see. 🏀

D's boy has his commitment announcement for football on Friday. He got 12 Division I offers! TWELVE! The Boy and I might go, but even if we can't make it, holy SHIT! As expected, D is just beside himself with gleeful pride. It's a hoot. I can't wait for high school football season now in a way. I don't want to wish time away but it will be so cool to watch D's kid play. When we go, I'll save you a seat. 🏈

On non sports related stuff, I met a friend I'd never seen in person before in Miami. She and her family were overly generous with us, which you know makes me super uncomfortable. I'm going to have to come up with a local gift basket back home to send her to just make the hum of, "This is too much and too nice and I don't deserve all this," go away. Anyway, we went to downtown Miami Beach on Thursday night so the Boy could check out the art deco architecture (because of course that's what he wanted to do in Miami 😂😂😂), and there in the middle of the historic district is Redhead Pizza and Burgers. Who names their diner that? Everyone noticed it. My friend looked at me like 😳😬😳🫢, because that made someone who never met you think about you. So she knew I was definitely thinking about you then. You really are everywhere I go now. I should just start believing that and stop being surprised when it so blatantly happens.

The sadness of missing you isn't any easier. But it is getting easier to go places and do things. In fact, I'm oddly way less anxious about so many things now. And that's probably because you're wherever I go; you're always with me. It's actually easier now to do it anyway. I still wish I was texting you at your house though. Hearing about the dogs. Hearing you bitch about Kentucky and telling me I'm too hopeful about the Reds and speculating about which school D's son is going to choose. I love that you're always here, but I still wish you were there, and that I didn't have to Do It Anyway. ❤️💔😢

[rahleeyah]

So I read a lot of fic lol and one of the things I find so funny is that authors either write that Liv still can’t cook a thing and still gets takeout for everything or they’ll say she had to learn for Noah’s sake and now she’s actually a decent cook. (And as someone who now lives alone and had to grow up and figure some shit out and has actually gotten pretty good at cooking now if I do say so myself it really isn’t that hard so I’m usually team liv figured out how to use her kitchen for Noah’s sake)

Anyways I always have this head canon (that I’ve never wrote out but maybe I should) that when liv got Noah she got a phone call from Nick’s abuelita who was like “my Nicky tells me you have a baby and you cannot cook anything” 😂 and then Liv goes to her house and learns how to cook. And probably Barba’s mom and Mrs. Carisi teach her some things too cuz I want to believe they shared more time together than could be shown on screen.

Anyways I’m thinking about this mainly because there’s been some fics from Mrs. McCann’s POV and obvs she’s an excellent cook. And that’s not to say liv doesn’t get takeout often I’m sure she still does but I mean she’s also an adult with a child I’m sure she learned how to make some meals😂

You mention food a lot regarding svu and how it was nice in 1.0 when the characters sat down to meals together and how it made them very human which I totally agree with so I was wondering if u had any thoughts?

Have a great day!! Happy L&O Thursday!! ❤️

I love this so much thank you friend!!

So the thing is like. 1.0 Liv doesn't ever cook, it's established there's no food in her fridge, she's always getting delivery. There's a scene early in s13-14 where she is actively trying to cook at home when Nick brings her bad news and she throws her half cooked dinner in the sink, as if she no longer has the strength to keep trying (or as if she no longer thinks she deserves it, but that's another post). By s15 she is throwing dinner parties, of the manic kind (@calliopecantaloupes being of course the expert on the trauma response dinner parties). When Noah is going thru his particularly unbearable phase we see Olivia actually making dinner for him and trying to get him to eat his vegetables.

So my theory is that Liv always knew how to cook in theory, but never spent the time on it in practice. When you're just cooking for one delivery is so fucking easy, and she's barely ever home, why bother? I live alone and I love to cook and I'm pretty good at it and I know a lot about it and I cook once a week on Sundays and heat up leftovers or order in every other night of the week. It's not lack of knowledge that held her back, it was lack of need. She just didn't have to.

Now we know Cassidy cooks, at least a little, and cooking with someone is a special kind of intimacy, and I like to think he taught her some recipes. But then he's gone. But then she has a baby.

And Olivia is devoted to being a Good Mom. She sings to Noah she's working with him on his speech she's buying him all the little toys and outfits and trying so fucking hard. I absolutely think Liv started to cook more - not learn to, bc she already knew how, but started to actually do it - bc she had a child and feeding her child is important emotionally and practically.

But she took the boy to get shake shack this season, she is not above a return to her old ways lol

But I love your thought bc I love the idea of all these older women who are tangentially connected to Liv - Nick's mom even looks after Noah! - taking her under their wing and I love the idea of Noah growing up in this rich and varied quasi family with influences from multiple cultures/traditions, not being any one thing but being deeply loved.

But I do think Elliot can't really cook (beyond one or two set meals like spaghetti or whatever) and if I see one more fic that treats cacio e pepe like it's a fancy complex dish that Elliot "learned" how to cook while he was in Italy I am going to start biting people

[allylikethecat]

titans, oxide of chromium, indigo

Ahhh thank you so much for sending me this ask from the watercolor asks list!! I love this list so much? I feel like it has such artsy dreamy vibes? Idk it's making my brain go !!! in the best way so thank you so much for indulging me and sending this! If anyone else wants to send some fun asks from the list, or reblog it themselves, the list can be found HERE.

titans; do you prefer slow mornings or relaxing evenings?

Oh gosh this is a great one and it really depends? I am a very gogogo type of person and sitting still isn't necessarily the thing I'm best at. Sometimes if I take my morning too slow and relaxing I feel like I've wasted the entire day. Other times I so really enjoy it though, I wake up super early for work / to see Pop so it is nice to sleep in and like enjoy coffee sometimes. But on the other hand the older I get the more I'm like WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU WANNA GO OUT PAST 8PM and there is something about being all cozy in my home when it's dark out. So I guess my answer is both depending on the situation.

oxide of chromium; what’s your favorite book?

This I think might actually be the hardest question I've been asking in a long time omfg. Instead of my all time favorite book, because I truly don't think I can answer that one, I will be answering my favorite book of 2024 so far which is Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo. I am so obsessed with that book currently and it has completely consumed my thoughts.

indigo; what’s the best/sweetest compliment you have ever received?

OMG just knocking it out of the park with the fun but hard questions! I think either some random girl stopped me one time and told me she "liked my energy" or that I've had people tell me that they really appreciate what good care I take of Pop.

Thank you SO MUCH for sending me this ask!! I am obsessed with this question list and I love ask game situations, I am always so grateful when someone is willing to take the time and indulge me in one. Thank you so, so much! I hope you are having a lovely Thursday and that you have a wonderful rest of your week! It's almost the weekend woot woot!

❤️Ally

[1d1195]

I love your “geekiness”! You’re passionate about things and like who cares if it’s considered “nerdy”?! If you love it then really like that’s what matters!

And a peach sangria sounds so good ngl?! And yeah a whole lecture after an exam is BRUTAL and so mean lol my hot professor did that this week and honestly my heart broke a little😔 but he did look hot that day once again sooooo I guess I will let it slide 🤪

Omg are possibly doing a boxer AU?! HELLO?! Very excited for whatever comes from that inspo! I loved that you were able to create that anxious/suspense vibe though! It was so fun to read! AND I SAW HOW YOU WANTED TO END IT IN THE FIRST PLACE LIKE SAM GIRL YOU COULD HAVE ABSOLUTELY PULLED IT OFF!!!!!! That alternate ending would have been AMAZING TOO! It would have once again been unexpected but totally understandable since her stalker is actually insane?! And I feel like it would have been dramatic (in a good way) and I just know the angst would have it so well! Anyways I 100% support you going for it in future stories!!! I mean you were able to pull off like 2 kidnappings in protection so I’m sure you would have done great in this too! But this doesn’t mean I don’t love the ending that you posted any less!! Trust yourself bestie❤️

And thank you so much! My weekend has been good so far! I even bought a new book I hopefully can read! I hope yours is going well too!!!-💜

I started a book earlier in the week and read a good chunk of it this morning with my morning coffee, It's sunny around here for the first time in like 2.5 weeks so I have the shades open and no lights on and it's so nice! I woke up super early for a Sunday 😐 had a dream someone broke into "my" house (I am poor and rent an overpriced apartment) and woke up in a cold sweat. That's what I get for writing a stalker story. Anyway, I hope you get to read too and have a peaceful Sunday! 💕

I am not a wine-drinker. I'm hoping I'll turn 40 with kids and switch will go off and I'll start liking it more but I'm a sl*t for sangria of all types. Fall is always my favorite season and I'm honestly not a big drinker (I've got a lot of family hang-ups about it) but I think I could make an exception when it comes to apple cider sangria 🤭

Well yeah, you probs don't have a choice staying for hot-professor's lecture 😍 All the more, a good reason you left on Thursday.

I was thinking about my alternate ending this morning. We'll see. I think it would have been a little anti-climactic and it would have very strict guidelines to follow reading as it would only take place in the middle of part 8 and probs still end with her family showing up kind of thing if that makes sense. Like literally just swapping out the apartment scene with a restaurant scene. I don't think I've mentioned it before but I was very much inspired by the show The Night Agent while writing Protection so I feel like that's why I was able to pull off a few kidnappings in that one hehehe

I've been mulling over my boxer au for a while now. I've been trying to come up with a bit more substance to it but the bare bones are there. It'll be here soon I think 😉

xoxo

[pervysenpaix]

So! I would like to make a request❤️

I’m white as milk, but I have an hell of a curly hair, and I always had it cut short and was called a broom-like hair, because my white ass family didn’t know how to take care of curly hair, so I did a lot of things that I shouldn’t do.

“Why are you sharing that?” You may ask, the thing is I only learned about proper curly hair care when my black friend helped me, and I would like to have black!reader teaching Izuku(and/or mina) to how he should REALLY do his hair, because it’s obvious that his hair is curly just improperly cared for.

Please do anything you would like, be it headcanon or an oneshot, or whatever you are whiling to give.

Don't worry babe, I got you. Here's this little headcannon/scenario hybrid thingy. I hope you enjoyed !

Also, I don't care if you're white as Thursday night football in small town Texas. We can still be friends 💕

IZUKU MIDORIYA

When you first transferred into UA he was stunned. He'd never seen anyone like you. To be fair, he does live in Japan.

Izu bb, was mesmerized by your smooth brown skin, full lips, curvy body and that gorgeous head of hair. No really ! He couldn't get enough of it.

He'd be so excited every morning, waiting to see how you had your hair styled that day. It always looked so good. Braids? Loved it. Twists? Beautiful. Wash N Go? My god, you were the most magnificent thing he'd ever seen.

"Mido ... what are you doing?" You turned around in your chair to see him twirling your braid between his fingers. "Oh, I- uh , I t-thought it looked nice so I wanted to touch it." he stammered, trying his hardest not to meet your gaze. He had a hard time talking to you, you were just so pretty! "Eww, I didn't know you were a pervert Midoriya. Touching girls without their permission." Kaminari teased. He turned beet red and immediately started muttering apologies. "Don't worry about that idiot, Mido. It's fine." you gave him a soft smile and squeezed his hand before turning back around. He didn't touch your hair again but he stared at you the entire day.

A kind of friendship formed between the two of you. It was super casual, mostly consisted of talking about school work and internships. He'd give you the occasional compliment, telling you that your hair looked pretty that day. Then he'd mentally slap himself and say that your hair was pretty everyday.

One day after a particularly rough training session his hair was a mess. Even after he washed it, the tangles just wouldn't come out! "Sorry, (L/N). But, I don't know what to do." He sighed, pointing towards the matted mess atop his head.

You gave him the full sha-bang: re-wash, condition, deep condition, and a hot oil treatment. He was basically purring during your peppermint oil scalp massage. He made sure to ask lots of questions during the process: "what's that ?" , "it has to sit for how long?", "didn't the bottle say dime-sized ?"

Izuku was in love with the style, two simple french braids that gathered into a little man bun. It was the perfect style for his undercut.

With his never hairstyle, came new confidence and he asked you out a few days later. You were shocked, you'd honestly thought that him and Shoto had a thing. Not that you'd mind being the nutella in that sandwich👀.

Wash days are now reserved for Self Care Sunday. You spend the entire day lazing around and pampering eachother. Sometimes Shoto joins, he's always clinging to one of you. What's up with that?🌚

[lantur]

The good,

I got my garden setup done over Thursday, Friday, and Saturday last week! Derek and I put the raised garden bed together, and I visited a nearby nursery to get plants. There's a nursery about a mile from our house, which is super convenient. I ended up getting Italian basil, Thai basil, two cherry tomato plants, lavender, and a green bean plant. I hope the plants do well. I don't think the cherry tomatoes or the green beans will be ready to harvest for another ~60 days. It will be an exercise in patience for me, which is not always one of my strong points!

I plan on participating in Royai Week this year :) after taking last year off. I have ideas for several of the prompts, and I've started work on one! I have another random oneshot that I've recently finished work on as well.

Swimming laps a few times every week has been wonderful. That and yoga in the mornings have helped me feel really good physically.

Stars on Ice on Sunday with @004mog was incredible - one of the best performances I've ever seen! We also had front row seats, just off the ice, which was lovely. I was so amazed and inspired by the athleticism of the skaters. I can't wait to go to more live figure skating events. ❤️

Now that the weather is nice again, Westin (my cat) and I are back to our morning routine of ~20-30 minutes outside in the yard with his leash on. I've been listening to The Magnus Archives while I walk him (and while I cook and do many other things lmao) and I'm at the beginning of season two now! Highly recommend to fans of all things creepy.

The bad, and also the ugly,

Work at job #1 is SO ANNOYING right now (last week and also this week). I am planning three educational events in summer, two in June and one in July. Securing venues and securing / confirming speakers for each of these events has been a nightmarish process. I've had to chase down Everybody via phone calls because no one replies to their emails. People often do not respond to or answer phone calls either. I also really do not like phone calls, like I actually hate them and often have to write scripts for almost all the calls I make, and I've been on the phone so. Much. Since last week.

I have been capital S Stressed because of trying to stay on top of all these moving pieces of securing venues and speakers for all three educational events. So much is out of my control too, like when venues and speakers are unresponsive with scheduling questions, and I can't move forward/finalize until they respond. I'm trying to keep calm and patient with myself like, every day I just want to make Some progress even if it's not as much progress as I would hope for.

[beckyandrick]

See you later, Boston! ❤️

It’s been just over a week since we packed up our home and took a one way flight to San Jose, Costa Rica. The last 10 days or so before the move was a whirlwind. I think it was only as I sat down on the plane that I started to process it all.

This move has been the definition of bittersweet. We absolutely LOVED our life in Boston. We made lifelong friends as a family, Kai had a great school community, we loved living in Southie, the northeast is the perfect combination of seasons for outdoor sports all year long, I am having so much fun in my job, Rick fell in love with mountain biking in the area and it has been so great to be a short flight from the grandparents. To say it’s been hard to leave is an understatement.

The week before we left was a series of ‘see you later’ events. Not goodbye…because if there’s anything I’ve learned from moving countries 3 times in the last decade it’s that the world can be a really small place if you make it that way.

Thanks to our sweet friend Julia for organizing, Kai got one last Southie beach day with her buddies and we all got to give and get plenty of hugs.

Seeing her give Ben a big hug was hard. He was probably her first good buddy in Boston and they’ve spent countless hours swimming, fishing, biking and even doing little triathlons together. But all the more reason to get together again soon!

Then I had to say ‘see you later’ to my Thursday running crew. These girls have been my sanity…especially during the pandemic lockdown when the only thing we could really do was run and chat. We’ve celebrated birthdays, milestones, achievements and each other on those early morning runs. I’m so grateful for this crew and for the effort to get together for a nice dinner out before we left (thank you Juli for organizing and coming home from Canada!!). These girls clean up well! ;) I may have ugly cried all the way home after our last run together. ❤️

The ‘see you later’ we all dreaded was Kai’s best friend Eliza. They are both only children and really created a bond the last few years. Eliza’s mom described the move well…their first broken heart. 😢 The girls soaked up lots of play dates and sleepovers the last few weeks and have already been texting and calling each other from afar. I’m hopeful that technology will keep this girls close until we can get together again. ❤️

We got super lucky during our time in Southie with a bit of Ohio. First, we hit the jackpot with our townhouse neighbors. Kara, Bill, ‘baby Thayer’ who grew up before our eyes and became big brother to ‘baby Shep’ are also from Ohio. So we bonded over the Buckeyes and small town Ohio. We had pizza dinners across our respective rooftops at the height of the pandemic and enjoyed watching the kids play and grow together the last several years. Kai would always excitedly run downstairs anytime she heard the boys playing out back. We didn’t anticipate just how hard it would be to leave the family we’ve almost lived with over the past 4 years. Thanks for being amazing neighbors and friends!

And finally, our other piece of home we have had is my cousin Megan. Megan moved to Southie last summer to start her career after graduating from Ohio State. After having ‘Meggy Megan’ babysit once, Kai would never accept any other sitter. So we planned our date nights around Megan’s availability and everybody won! It’s been sooo nice to have family in the neighborhood! Take care of Southie for us, Meg!

And just like that, the house was packed and it became real.

Ashe left with pet transport the day before we did. While we always know they take such great care of our dogs…it’s a hard moment. If only we could tell him what’s happening and we’ll see him soon. 🥹

We had been so busy checking items off the list just to get it all done that it all seemed to happen in a blink of an eye and next thing we knew we were at the airport…with 7 bags, one bike, multiple carryons and heavy hearts.

My good friend Julia drove us to the airport (thank you, thank you!) so after some quick tears and hugs, we were off.

As the saying goes…how lucky I am to have something so hard to say goodbye to. It’s so true.

While we are thrilled about the next chapter in Costa Rica, our Boston chapter was pretty amazing, thanks to the people who became our family. We love you all and miss you already. Come to Costa Rica!!

[bowandcurtsey]

omg i want to request an au! i don’t see much of aus surrounding black clover so i thought i’d be the one to start it! i want to request patry and a modern!day au pls cough cough and,,,,,,,,,,,, i would love to see the enemies to lover trope 👀👀 smut too please ehe ❤️ maybe you can do like reader and patry are rivals at work 😗😗😗 just a suggestion! you can do whatever you want, i’ll be happy to read it.

This is so cute please! I’m not sure if I’ll be good at this, but I’ll try! @3@

Modern day AU with Patry!

Oh and since it’s a Modern day I needed Patry to have a last name as well so I named him Patry Licht. :3 NSFW TOWARDS THE END! 

You worked in a small international company as a marketing executive for about 3 years now and you had been always highly regarded by your boss because of your creative ideas and immaculate work. You were rumoured to be the next Marketing head.

One day, A newbie was head hunted and he stole the spotlight from you. Patry Licht was not only good with your boss, but also popular with the ladies because of his flawless look.

“Isn’t he just an all in one package?” Your colleague Tessa would swoon, “he’s good at his job, handsome, charming and absolutely so nice to everyone”

You scoffed while eating your packed sandwich. “I don’t really get all the hype about him Tess. I won’t deny his works are good but I really don’t see why you girls are all over him”

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One day, you both met in the coffee room.

“I heard you’re the top of the department, miss l/n~” he cooed. “I saw your works, they’re good but there could be room for improvements~ you have a potential there..”

His tone was slightly cocky and it riled you up. “Oh? I’ll be better, thanks” you stirred your coffee, about to make your way out.

“Well I guess it makes us rivals then, because I plan to be the marketing head too~” he smiled “oh, but I hope it doesn’t sour our relationship, just a healthy rivalry, what do you say?”

His skin was flawless even under the bright lights, his golden orbs shone, just like a cats’.

“Whatever” you let out a grunt and left the room.

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Over the past 6 months you worked extra hard to clinch projects and you and Patry both had the highest amount of project clinched.

One day, your boss summoned you and Patry to his office.

“Patry, y/n, I have a big deal from this new client. Here are the details and requirements.” He passed a file to each of you.  “A representative from the company would come in next Friday and decide if they want to work with us.” He folded his arms and continued, “this project is significant to our company so I would like you both to work together and come out with the best design and proposal.”

Nani?! Work with this cocky bastard? No way.

You both looked at each other. Patry gave you a big smile. “Look forward to working with you y/n~” And you almost rolled your eyes in disgust.

When you came out of your boss’s office you simply told him, “we’ll just come out with our own idea and decide one the best one and submit it”

All of a sudden, he leaned in, closer to you. “But, you’re never gonna admit that mine is better than yours, even if it will be, won’t you?” he placed a hand on the wall right beside you. “But okay, this Thursday, come up with your best draft”

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You spend the next 3 days and nights burning the midnight oil, with almost only 8 hours of sleep in 3 nights to come up with a rough draft for this proposal. You woke up that morning , your eye bags seemed like it weighed a ton, you haven’t washed your hair in 3 days and you practically looked like a disheveled crazy woman.

At 9am sharp you walked into the meeting room where you and Patry had planned to meet to discuss your drafts and ideas.

“Good morning y/n~” the white haired man looked up from where he was sitting, “Have you had your breakfast?” He was looking sharp as always, hair tied up in a neat pony tail today, his blue suit was well ironed and his black tie clipped neatly on his shirt.

You sat down and started your laptop. “Let’s start.”

“Cold as always aren’t you, y/n” Patry’s smile towards you never faded, as he started to look at your drafts.

“Nothing less from y/n herself,” his bottom lips lifted up as his lips pursed together, “I do feel that it should have a little more ‘POP’ in it, you know, something that will stay in the customer’s minds”

He opened his laptop and he showed you his draft. You were really amazed at his work. Meticulous and creative, you really could understand why your boss would headhunt him. You hated to admit it, but his idea was indeed more suitable for this project.

“Alright,” you conceded, “I admit my loss, your draft is better.”

Patry stared at you for a good 5 seconds in total surprise. He wasn’t expecting you to admit defeat without a fight. Besides, he felt that your idea had it’s potential as well. “But y/n, your work had it’s strong points as well.. don’t you see that it’ll be better if we merged together?”

You had really expected him to gloat about his win, maybe you did really misunderstood this man..

“I’m not sure what made you dislike me, but I’ve never met another amazing marketing personnel that had works that are just as impressive. My previous companies always relied on me on all important projects, it was kinda boring.” Patry paused and sat right next to you. “Your works amaze me and you motivate me all the time to do better.”

You were tongue tied at the sudden confession.

“Could we please work Together for once? And create a masterpiece?” His eyes gleamed and you could see that he was so passionate and excited.

You relented, also excited at what both of you combined together could create. You nodded your head with a smile.

For the next remaining days, you and Patry spent almost every waking hours together. You discussed, edited, came out with even better ideas and refined original draft to make the perfect project.

Over the past few days, your hatred and disgust for this man had turned into nothing but respect and admiration. He was witty and quick on his toes, and he was organised and timely.

Sometimes while taking a break, you’d talk more about yourselves and each other’s own personal story and goals. You felt yourself slowly looking forward to seeing him daily and discussing about your new “baby” together. It wasn’t easy to find someone with similar interest and that was passionate about their work, just like you were.

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1 day before the deadline, your project was almost 90% done. You had quite a few more loose ends to tie together.

“Guess we’ll be burning the midnight oil tonight y/n” Patry said with a soft smile on his face. You could tell he was just as worn out as you were, but he always remained cheerful all the time.

At around 8pm, every one had already left and only the two of you were left in the office. It was heavily raining outside and it was getting really cold.

“AHHCHOO!” You sneezed, stroking the sides of your hands to gain some warmth. A big and warm jacket covered your frame.

“If you don’t mind y/n... Maybe we could continue this at my apartment..?” He suggested carefully. “It’s not far from here and I have a room heater for this crazy weather..”

You agreed upon hearing about the heater. There was nothing you were more afraid of than the cold.

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His apartment was only a 15 mins drive away. “Please, make yourself at home, I’ll make us some tea and get some snacks.” He put down his bag and disappeared into the kitchen.

You looked around, it was quite a nice place, neat and tidy, and most importantly warm, like he promised.

You settled down on his thick fluffy carpet, and leaned your back against the couch, you opened up your laptop on the coffee table in front of you.

“Why are you sitting on the floor?!” He nagged at you upon returning to the common room with a tray of tea and snacks.

“It’s comfy and cozy here, and your fluffy rug keeps me warm” you looked at him, all contented, “besides, your place is so clean and tidy, it’s alright to settle for the floor”

His hands rubbed the back of his neck, “well, i hardly have time to even make a mess...” he settles next to you and continues your final works.

You finally finished at 2am in the morning. You stretched both your hands in the air yawning. “Oh my god, we’re finally done...”

You both took one last look at the project he and sighed, “what a masterpiece indeed y/n, I know we’ll definitely clinch this customer, I’m hoping for a big fat bonus after this”

You both laughed. Suddenly, your stomach growled. You looked at each other and laughed even harder. “Let’s order one last take out together,” Patry decided.

You were kinda sad in your heart when he said “last”. But you just shook that feeling away. He turned on the tv and you just chitchatted and ate.

“You know Patry,” you said while wiping your mouth, “I didn’t like you at first because I thought you were so full of yourself. You said you wanted to be the marketing head and all.. you were just so cocky”

He looked at you and let out a little laugh. “I’m sorry I came off as cocky y/n.. I guess before I met you, most of the people in my previous company were all... incompetent you know? They were lazy and their works were sloppy..” he scratched his head, “maybe I really thought I was that damn good. Until I saw your works and how you worked. You’re really amazing y/n”

He turned to face you, and both of you locked eyes. “Do you still dislike me now y/n?” He stared at you intently and you suddenly felt so bare and vulnerable.

You closed your eyes and shook your head with a smile. “No, of course I don’t. You’re nothing short of amazing yourself, Patry” you patted him on his shoulder, “you’re actually a nice guy aren’t you?” You giggled.

He grabbed your hand that was on his shoulder, eyes never leaving yours. You were a little startled, initially you thought that you did something wrong, that he didn’t like being touched.

His face inched closer and closer to yours, until you could feel his breath on yours. You closed your eyes as a sign of permission, and your lips crashed against one another.

It was like a collision of two galaxies; impactful, crazy and out of this world. Your tongues swirled together, exploring each other’s mouth. Your hands around his neck, pulling him closer to you, wanting to close the gap between you and him, wanting more of him.

His hands held your waist and the next thing you knew, you were on his lap and one of his hand was on your ass, grabbing it and giving it little squeezes.

Your hands now roamed to his shirt, unbuttoning them, revealing your intentions.

You both broke off for air, and leaned your foreheads against one another.

“May I?” He asked, and you just nodded your head, understanding what he was implying.

He scooped you onto the sofa, towering over you. He unbuttoned your blouse, exposing your bra. He marvelled at the sight of you, and your face flushed slightly.

He pressed kisses on your exposed skin and left marks all over your body, you couldn’t help but moan a little. You reached for his belt and released his bulging member. He proceeded to unbutton your pants and pulled them down.

He slowly kissed your ankles, calfs and slowly to your inner thighs. One hand roamed to your panties and circled your buds over the cloth, earning little mewls from you.

The sensitivity from your inner thighs and his fingers were driving you insane and before you knew it, your panties were soaked wet.

He removed your panties and inserted 1 digit into you, fingers still circling your now swollen bud. You moaned in ecstasy, grinding against his fingers, wanting more.

He pulled down your bra, exposing your breasts and he fondled and sucked on them. He slowly inserted 2 fingers into you, pumping in and out, picking up pace.

“Ahh- Patry~” you moaned his name, “I’m close!” You gripped his well built chest, signalling your impending high. His fingers pumped rapidly, curling a little so it hit your sweet spot as your clit tightened around his fingers.

A knot was released in your abdomen and you came, moaning out loud, your vision turning white as your body froze and your nails dug into his chest, creating red lines on his fair skin.

“You’re so sexy y/n, when you work, when you talk and when you’re lying on my couch like this.” His voice now low. “I can’t hold myself back when you’re like this”

He removed his pants and he parted your legs, putting his tip at your entrance. He leaned forward, his hand on your face, looking at you for some kind of permission.

You nodded, and he slowly inserted himself into you, stretching your tight walls.

“Ahhh!” You gripped at his forearms.

When he was all the way in, he waited a while for you to get used to him in you before he started moving.

He tilted you a little so that your butt was slightly off the couch. His tip grazed at your g spot and you could feel your orgasm spilling over again.

“Pat - ahh! I ca- ahh!” Your words turned into incomprehensible moans.

“y/n.. you feel so so good” Patry growled, “your walls so tight around my dick” his pace hastened and he thrusted into you balls deep. “I want you cum around my dick y/n..”

With that, you reached your high once again and this time it came crashing like waves throughout your entire body. Your body shook in pleasure and your mouth was silent as it formed an O.

After a short silent moment only then your brain found words as you came down from your high. “You’re so fucking good baby” you managed between your breaths.

Hearing you calling him baby sent him over the edge, he took a few more deep pumps into you and pulled out, releasing his warm seeds all over your tummy.

He collapsed his head on your shoulder and you both tried to catch your breath, staying in that position for awhile.

He grabbed for some tissues and wiped you down. “So... would you like to stay the night?” He gave you a sheepish grin.

-end-

I hope you liked this Anony!! Took me some time to write it @3@