#i missed them i love the suits they are my wives

[star2fishmeg]

Hi for you celly can I get scenario #164. Soulmates with Jack Hughes please!

Thank you for requesting <3

SCENARIO #164 Soulmates

📞 dialling…

Jack couldn’t have cared less about the displeasing snarls he received when a couple of women walked into the bathroom, he was minding his own business and y/n was far more important than being accused of perving. His shoulder leant against the cubicle’s doorframe, head slightly dipped and angled towards the door with his hands in his suit pockets. His chest pulled tight listening to her faint sobs, imagining how she likely had her hand covering her mouth to muffle herself out from anyone hearing but that didn’t work with Jack. He’d watched her slip away, suspicious of how long she’d been in the bathroom.

“Y/n?” he asked softly, chewing his bottom lip, “Can you open up, please?”

The sobbing faded to sniffing, her breathing shaking as she ripped off a piece of toilet paper, wiping her nose and dabbing under her eyes. Why did these minor things get to her so much? No one said anything to her, or about her so why did she always feel the need to compare herself to the other wives and girlfriends? It sounded stupid the more she thought about it, and Jack wouldn’t understand because he wasn’t in any sort of position remotely similar. They were out there, perfect hair, pristine make up with expensive and luxurious gowns with surely authentic gems embedded into their jewellery. And there she was, hiding in a bathroom cubicle in her dress she bought from somewhere in her price range with jewellery she’d owned for years and not caked in stones and gems. Stuck out like a sore thumb. That was the feeling, that sickly twist in her stomach and the feeling that even in such a large group, she was on the outside, judging eyes on her.

He perked up hearing the lock click, his eyes meeting her reddened ones and he couldn’t stop his lips parting, hands slipping from his pockets like a reflex as they took her hands, thumbs soothing over her knuckles. Nothing could have prepared him for the drop in his stomach, a plummet and shattering of his heart. 

He gently took the tissue from her fingers, folding it over and wiping the excess mascara that she’d missed from her cheeks, his other hand still caressing her knuckles. “Hey, pretty girl, gonna tell me what’s got you cryin’? Someone say somethin’?”

“It’s- no, it’s not that deep.” She shook her head, the wavering in her voice betraying her as her throat pulled tight. He stared at her gently, raising an eyebrow in disbelief. Jack didn’t need to say anything, and she knew better than anyone that he wouldn’t let it go, not until he was sure she was okay. But when he pulled her into his chest, her composure succumbed to the beating of his heart and sanctuary. “I look terrible against the other wives and girlfriends, J. They’re all so…wow and super gorgeous and I’m…ugh. Like, I shouldn’t have come.”

“Princess, you are so wrong. You look gorgeous, I think you look incredible. Look,” he pulled back, hand on the small of her back and guiding her to the sinks. He brushed a loose hair away from her face, hands falling to her hips as he rested his chest flushed against her back, his voice gravelly, “so pretty, as usual. Why would you not be here? You’re the best part of it, I love when you come with me.”

Heat rushed up her neck and spreading over her face, her fingers finding each other and picking at her skin while she stared at herself, only catching a glimpse at Jack, whose eyes gently rested on her face. Warmth blossomed in her, that anxious feeling morphing into a giddiness and triggered an ever-so-slight smile to prick up in the corners of her lips, “Really? Because there’s definitely other girls who’d be better.”

“I don’t want them, though. I want you. You’re the only one who’s put up with me like this.” His smile encouraged hers to break out, bringing her face a small glow. “Don’t think I’ve ever wanted to be around someone more in my life, actually. There’s just something about you that others don’t have, and I take it as a sign.”

She spun slowly, his fingers tracing tenderly over the fabric of her dress as she did so before situating back on her hips. Her hands slid up his jacket, soothing out the lapels. “Like…a soulmate?”

He’d never been one to indulge in the soulmates theory, it wasn’t his vibe, to say, or anything along those lines. He judged with his heart and mind and y/n ticked every box he’d ever wished for naturally, without having to believe in anything except how he felt. Just this magnetic force that drew them together on its own, like how people will say they just ‘click’ with someone. But if she believed in soulmates, he would too. 

“I guess, yeah. You’re my soulmate. Come, let’s get a drink before Nico tells me about the terrible casserole he got served again.” His chuckle worked as a ray of light in her gloom, guiding her onto the path she should have been focussing on to begin with. The one with him, together, as soulmates who never doubted each other.

With hands intertwining, he led her out the bathrooms, ignoring the teasing looks his teammates gave him. The difference this time in her step was she strode with a bounce, a confidence that just needed a boost from someone who loved her the most.

[iizuumi]

so in love not even kaiju can ruin their mood 💞

[zegrasdrysdale]

[ oh captain, my captain ] q. hughes

day 2 of kinktober (captain kink w/ quinn hughes)

➾ paring : Quinn Hughes x fem!reader

➾ summary : Quinn’s girlfriend calls him "Cap" after hearing the nickname come from his teammates, and Quinn reacts totally normally

➾ warning(s) : smut !! captain kink, light dom!quinn, nicknames during sex, oral (m receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), very slight hair pulling (blink and you'll miss it)

➾ author’s note : i am Not gonna lie … this has been living in a word doc unfilnished for months so i thought that this would be the perfect time to finish it and let it out to see the light of day. enjoy :)))

kinktober schedule

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When her boyfriend asked her a few weeks ago to accompany him to an event that the Canucks were holding, she was not looking forward to it at all. It's a very private event that the Canucks hold at the start of every season for new Canucks to get to know their new teammates and for returning Canucks to catch up. She's managed to be busy on this day for the past two years of their relationship so she didn't have to go, but she can't dodge the event any longer. Especially now that Quinn is captain.

The dress she bought for this event is stunning and she couldn't wait to wear it to the event. It's a sparkly navy blue number that hugs her curves. The thin straps hold up a plunging v-neckline that shows off her cleavage in a way that Quinn loves. There's a high slit in the skirt that goes about halfway up her thigh.

She feels like she could've dressed a little more modestly when she walks into the ballroom and finds that a lot of the women dressed in more high cut and full length gowns. She crosses her arms over her chest in an attempt to cover her exposed cleavage.

A couple of Quinn's teammates greet their captain as soon as the two of them walk into the large room decorated in blue, green, and white. She hears the nickname "Cap" thrown around as a few of the veteran Canucks greet him. That's a new nickname that catches her attention immediately.

The significant others of the teammates that greet Quinn greet her. She does her best to hold a conversation with the group of women but her eyes continue to shift toward her boyfriend in his suit. He has on one of his game day suits from last season that doesn't really fit him anymore so it hugs his arms and thighs nicely.

"Your dress is beautiful, by the way," Lexie Demko compliments. She turns her attention to Thatcher's wife. "I mean it. It's stunning. I guess it's to be expected for the captain's girlfriend to sparkle." The group of women laugh and she forces a smile.

Sometimes she questions if she should be the one leading this group of women because she's only 23 and still kind of young. It's one thing for Quinn to lead the Canucks because he's a natural leader and knew he was probably going captain this team one day. He's had a lifetime of experience because he's the oldest of three brothers.

She was kind of thrust into the role of lead WAG with his captaincy appointment last season. Her version of being a leader means being the one that plans the parties and plans the playoff attire. Making sure all the other wives and girlfriends are okay, making sure they catch their flights to make it to whatever city they're following their boyfriend or husband to so she can watch him play. It's no NHL team, but it takes up a lot of her time. Especially party and playoff jacket planning.

Quinn looks over at her and her brain immediately goes blank. He's still surrounded by his teammates, but he's looking at her like that. It should be illegal to look like that.

She excuses herself from the group of wives and girlfriends to approach her boyfriend. She tries not to feel tiny among a group of hockey players, but she is.

"Cap," she teases with a smile. "I'm kinda hungry so can we go grab something to eat?" Quinn's cheeks turn bright red at the use of his new nickname. His teammates snicker around him at his reaction.

All he can do is nod in response to her and grab her hand. He guides her away without a single word, but his cheeks remain tomato red.

She's rendered him speechless. All by calling him "Cap." Maybe she'll have to start doing that more often if this is how he reacts.

They grab a plate of food and head to their table. No one else is sitting at the table but she knows that it's her, Quinn, JT, JT's wife, Brock, Thatcher, and Lexie at the table. Their tablemates are still mingling amongst the players and coaches in the room while they sit and eat.

Quinn leans over to her and says softly in her ear, "I'm going to need you to not call me 'Cap' again while we're here."

"Oh," she breathes out. "So your teammates can call you Cap, but I can't?"

He presses his lips in a line and meets her eyes. "It doesn't sound sexy coming out of their mouths like it does yours," he mumbles. "So, please don't call me Cap or Captain while we're here or you'll find yourself on your knees in the bathroom helping me with my little problem."

A small smirk forms on her lips as she takes a bite of pasta. "It's not a 'little' problem, Quinn," she tells him. "It's a pretty big problem."

Quinn groans and rubs his hands over his face. "You're killing me," he groans. "Oh my God."

She giggles and takes another bite of pasta like the conversation isn't ruining the panties she has on under the dress. Quinn follows suit and begins to eat his plate of food.

Their tablemates join them a few minutes later with their own plates. She converses with Lexie and Natalie Miller while their husbands talk with Quinn and Brock. She laughs with them, but the entire time, she thinks about the little conversation she and Quinn had about calling him Cap or Captain.

She's absolutely trying it when they get home to see what kind of reaction she gets out of him when he isn't surrounded by his friends.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

They leave the event once Quinn gives a little speech to hype up his teammates. Tocchet also gives a speech once Quinn was done, but he needed to stay until he was done talking. He orders an Uber back to their Vancouver apartment before Tocchet is even done his speech so they can leave as soon as he's done.

The Canucks applaud their head coach for his speech and they make a break for the door before anyone can stop them. Quinn has her hand in his as they make their way outside. Their Uber is waiting for them when they exit the building.

Quinn slides in first and she follows him. One of her hands rests on his knee and she leans over to say, "You looked good while you were giving your little speech." She pauses for a beat. "Captain Quinn."

His head snaps in her direction. "What did I tell you-"

"Just wanted to see something," she giggles as she glances down at the growing bulge in his already tight pants. "And I see what I wanted to see." Her voice drops a couple of octaves so only he can hear. "Do you like when I call you Captain, Quinn?"

He gnaws on his bottom lip. "You're playing a very dangerous game right now," he warns her. "I'm not trying to ruin these pants."

She leans into him and says against his ear, "Then maybe you shouldn't like to be called 'captain' by your girlfriend." Her lips touch the swell of his ear as she talks. Quinn shivers under her lips before she pulls back to meet his eyes. She finds his usually bright eyes dark with lust.

She's not sure she's going to make it into the apartment if she keeps playing this game with him.

"You are ..." Quinn trails off with a smile and a shake of his head. She grins while he tries to find the words to say. "Something else." His fingers trace the slit in her dress, leaving goosebumps behind where he touches her skin.

The Uber comes to a stop two minutes later. She doesn't risk saying another word until they're in the building. The elevator is probably not the best place to say anything either.

Still, it doesn't stop her from poking the bear though.

"Captain Quinn Hughes," she pretends to think out loud. "Even after a year, it still roles off the tongue. Don't you think, Cap?"

"Oh my fucking God," Quinn groans as he turns to face his girlfriend.

Before she can react, Quinn cups her cheeks and pulls her into a hot kiss. He steps so her back is pressed against the wall of the elevator. She grips his jacket as he presses his chest completely against hers. Quinn shoves a thigh between her legs, moving the dress to the side so his thigh presses against her already damp core.

This is a side of Quinn she's pretty sure she hasn't seen in their two and a half years together. He's very particular about his touches and his movements. Slightly rougher with them as well. She might like this side of Quinn.

The elevator dings once it arrives at their floor. Quinn pulls back and grabs her hand as the doors slide open. "Let's go, pretty girl," he says to her, voice soft. "You need to help me with my not-so-little problem before it ruins these pants."

She giggles as Quinn leads her out of the elevator and down the hall to their apartment. It's a moment before Quinn gets the door open but once he does, he pulls her inside and pins her against the door to shut it.

Quinn holds her chin between his thumb and pointer finger. "I hope this dress didn't cost a lot," he says. "Because it might end up torn and on the floor tonight.”

“Quinn Hughes, you better not rip this dress because if you do, you’re buying me a new one,” she warns him. “I mean it too. You better not.”

He grins and hooks his fingers around the spaghetti straps that sits on her shoulders. “I guess I’ll be nice,” he sighs as he pulls the strap off her shoulders. Quinn's eyes fall to the fabric that he pulls down to expose her breasts.

There's about one second between when the fabric pools around her waist and when Quinn crashes his lips to hers in a heated kiss. Their lips mold against each other and his hands cup her breasts. She groans into the kiss and he takes full advantage to explore her mouth with his tongue.

She pulls his suit jacket off his body and it falls to the floor with a light thud. She pushes him toward their bedroom without breaking the kiss.

In the very short trip from their front door to their bedroom, she loses her heels and dress in the hallway while Quinn's tie ends up on the living room floor and his button up gets unbuttoned and untucked as they enter their bedroom. She jumps and wraps her legs around his waist. He kicks the door shut and walks toward their bed.

"What do you want me to do, Cap?" she questions between kisses.

"You know, every time one of my teammates calls me Cap, I'm going to think of you and it's going to end in endless teasing for me," Quinn points out as he sits on the mattress. He pulls back to look at her. "If my teammates mess with me because I get hard after one of them refers to me as Cap, it won't end well for you since it'll be your fault."

She feigns being hurt. "Ouch, Quinn," she says. "I guess I'll never call you Cap ever again."

"I didn't say that," Quinn very quickly replies. "Just letting you know what will happen."

“I’m so scared,” she teases.

“Shut up and get on your knees, pretty girl.”

His stern voice when he says that shoots straight down to her core. She bites her bottom lip as she slides off of Quinn’s lap and to her knees on the carpeted floor below her.

Her fingers work at unbuttoning his dress pants. She pulls them down along with his boxers. His hard dick stands up against his stomach when it’s free from the confines of his underwear. She takes him in her hand and looks up at him. She gnaws on her lip before she says, “Whatever you say, Cap.”

Quinn groans at the same time she wraps her lips around the fiery red tip. She tastes some precome that has leaked as she takes more of his dick in her mouth. His fingers curl in her wavy locks as she hollows her cheeks and sucks. She looks up at him as he throws his head back in pleasure.

"Fuck," Quinn breathes out. The reaction she gets out of him causes her to speed up her actions. Her hands are splayed over his thighs so she has something to hold on to. Not to mention that she just loves his thighs.

She manages to take all of him in her mouth without choking, and Quinn loves every second of it. He gnaws on his bottom lip and soft sounds rise from his throat. It's music to her ears as she takers him completely in her mouth and hums around him.

Quinn can't seem to get enough.

When her knees start screaming at her from being on the carpet for too long, she ignores it. What Quinn wants, Quinn gets. She's done this so many times that the pain doesn't get to her like it used to, but sometimes it .

She hollows out her cheeks and Quinn hums before he pulls her off his dick by her hair. She hums and looks up at her. His thumbs brush her probably swollen lips and she kisses the pads of his thumbs.

"Was that okay?" she questions like she always does after she sucks him off. Quinn raises his eyebrows at her and she grins. "Cap."

He nods and leans down to kiss her. His kiss is softer this time as he helps her back up so she's straddling his thighs. She runs her fingers through his styled hair and Quinn falls so he's lying on his back. His dick pokes her thigh and she wiggles her hips to tease him.

"These need to come off, pretty girl," he mumbles against her lips at the same time he taps the waistband of her panties. "I'm sure they're ruined at this point anyway."

She stands up to push the ruined fabric off her body. Quinn moves back so his head rests on the pillows. She presses her lips together in a line as she crawls back onto the mattress. She straddles his waist and leans over to press a long, deep kiss to his lips. Quinn hums and cups her jaw with his hands so she can't go anywhere.

Without breaking the kiss, she lifts her hips and rests the tip of his dick at her entrance. He slips right in because of how wet she is. A grin forms on her lips as she says, "Wanna ride you, Cap. Please."

"You don't need my permission, pretty girl," Quinn replies between hot kisses.

She hums as she lowers herself onto him. The familiar and welcomed stretch greets her. Quinn's hands land on her waist so she doesn't lose her balance. He bottoms out in her and she allows herself a few seconds to adjust before moving her hips.

The room is quickly filled with her soft moans as she rolls her hips. He helps her keep a steady pace that works for both of them. The kiss breaks but she doesn't go very far. Her forehead rests on his and her lips ghost his every time she moves.

Despite how they got here, she loves when she falls into bed with her boyfriend. No matter the reason, Quinn always focuses on both their pleasure. He makes sure that both of them feel good for however long they go.

Adding a little spice in the bedroom, like this captain thing that Quinn has going on right now, is one of her favorite things too. She's never against trying new things. She's not against this captain thing that he has going on.

Quinn starts moving his hips to match her pace. She groans and pushes herself up so she's sitting on his waist. She keeps her pace though. Her head is thrown back in pleasure and Quinn's hands roam her body.

"Fuck, baby," he breathes out. "You look so good riding my dick, pretty girl."

He moves one of his hands until he's rubbing her clit. She cries out his name and rests her hands on his torso. "Quinn," she gasps. "Oh my God." He stops. "Cap. Captain. Captain Quinn. Don't stop. Please." Those words pass her lips before her brain processes what she wants to say, but her end goal remained the same. Quinn continues rubbing her clit and she hums.

Her movements get frantic and inconsistent as she gets closer to her orgasm. Quinn wraps his arms around her waist and rolls them over so her head is on the pillow. He throws her legs over his shoulders and begins moving his hips.

The new angle has her legs shaking because his dick hits her favorite spot. She grabs his arms and cries out his name. "Oh my- fuck," she gasps. "Quinn, Quinn Quinn. Oh my God." He doesn't stop this time, but he slows down. "Cap, I'm so close. Please."

"Come for me, pretty girl," Quinn pants. "Want you to make a mess on my dick."

It's not very long after that when she comes. Her entire body clenches and she cries out Quinn's name so loud that their neighbors absolutely heard her. Her vision whitens and she's in cloud 9 from how hard she comes.

She's so out of it that she doesn't realize that Quinn pulls out and comes on her thighs. She has no idea that he cleans her up, only that he touches her sensitive core with a wet cloth. Her body melts into the mattress as she recovers.

When she comes to, Quinn is crawling back into bed. She musters up enough strength to turn her head and look at him.

"You okay?" he asks with a smile on his swollen lips. "Lost you for a moment."

She nods and rolls so she's curled up next to Quinn. "You really like when I call you Cap," she teases him. His cheeks turn red. "It's fine, Quinn. You don't need to get all flustered about it. If it's your thing, then it's my thing too. I wouldn't mind doing that again. It showed me a whole new side of you that I think I like."

"Yeah?"

"Mhm."

"Then we might have to do that again," Quinn tells her. "But please. For the love of everything, do not call me Cap or Captain around the team. It's going to take me a second to get over tonight, or get used to those words leaving your mouth."

She giggles and throws her leg over his waist so she's laying on his chest. "You say the word and I'll start using your nickname," she tells him. "Cap."

Quinn rolls his eyes, but she knows he loves it.

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[pablitogavii]

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I'm sorry :/ I'm trying to get back to writing more <3 This is just for you ❤️

His special woman

"I'm so sorry I can't be with you tonight mi amor..but you know that you're the most important woman in my life" Pablo said on face time while you smiled blushing and nodding your head.

He was traveling to show support to his team that is experiencing a really hard season since Xavi announced he's leaving. You of course understood that Gavi was the heart of the team, but seeing other women with their partners made you sad that he's not here with you.

The bell rang and you ran to open with Pablo still on your phone screen smirking to himself. You were shocked to see a big bouquet of flowers standing in front of your door with a little letter attached.

"Amor..these are so beautiful" you say showing it to him and he nods telling you to bring them inside and open the note.

"Read it to me guapa.." he said and you blushed placing the basket on the kitchen counter before opening little pink envelope.

"Happy international women's day to mi amor precioso. I love you with all my heart and you're my special woman." you read with red cheeks smiling at him and sending him kisses he pretended to catch on the other side.

y.n.bebe

amore mio❤️

comentarios:

pablogavi:❤️

mikkykiemeney:😍

pablogavihater: he's not even with his woman for march 8th..so much love 😂😂

y.n.fake.account: she's getting flowers but not his attention cause he prob with other girls!

lola.bb: yeah with me ;))

y.n.queen: keep dreaming! 😂

y.n.pablo.gavi: people are so mean 🥺 pablo bought her flowers! leave them alone!!

gavi.pablo: all players were with their women today but Pablo didn't even go to see her after training lololol

You read comments sadly looking at the flowers hating the fact that they made you doubt your relationship. It was just so hard...when everyone hates..and then that girl saying Pablo is with her..you were guilty enough to check her profile.

Pablo was seeing the same comments and knowing what an over thinker his girl is, he immediately changed his plans with the boys.

"I'm sorry, míster. But something important came up..I will travel tomorrow and be there for the game? Bueno?" he said and the man understood already having other players do the same in order to spend the day with their wives. Xavi admired Gavi for treating his girlfriend like so.

You were just about ready to make yourself some dinner when a loud knock startled you. You opened shocked to see Pablo standing there in his suit...this man owns your heart!

"P..Pablo? Pero how are you here?" you mumble and he grabbed your face kissing your lips passionately.

"Get ready, and let's shut them all up amor" he said and you smiled knowing what he was talking about. He wanted to prove them all wrong and stick besides you.

"Pero..your trip?" you say unsure if this was a smart thing to do.

"I'll travel tomorrow morning..but tonight I'm with my special woman" he said and those words had your heart melting..how could anyone say no to that!?

"Don't worry, I'll get changed fast" you say and he smiled nodding and walking in to wait for you dolling up just for him. He smiled at the big bouquet of flowers you organized all around your shared apartment.

"Amor! Can you zip me up please?" you call from the bedroom and he smirked walking in and gasping at how breathtaking you looked right now..he was the luckiest man on eart!

"Ready to go princesa mia?" he said and you smile nodding and grabbing his hand. You went to one of your favorite restaurants in Barcelona, obviously "having reservation" because of who he is. He was Barca golden boy after all and that had it's perks.

"All of this because you wanted to shut up the haters.." you say holding his hands while waiting for desert really having enjoyed the entire night.

"No..to be with my special woman..and yeah to shut them all up because I love you more than anyone in this world..and nobody should questions that!" he said and you smiled brining your hands closer together and kissing his which made him blush.

pablogavi

Tonight is reserved for my special woman. Happy March 8th mi vida!

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y.n.bebe: mi bebé preciosooo❤️❤️❤️

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fcbarcelona: happy barça ladies 😍

ferminlopez_: she stole you from me hermano🥺

y.n.bebe:😂

fermin.gavi.fans: jealous fermin!!!

gavifans: THE BEST at shutting up HATERS!

y.n.princesa: she's the luckiest girl on eart!

pablogavi: I'm the luckiest guy

y.n.princesa: OMG😳😳😳👀

"Te amo muchisimo mi chico" you say in bed while the two of you cuddled ready to fall asleep.

"Yo te amo mas mi vida. You will always be my special woman" he said kissing your head and you smile nodding your head and holding your on top of his heart feeling it beat fast knowing he was speaking only the truth.

[holmesianlove]

Chapter 10 - Kitten

Sherlock stormed into the lab as usual with all the confidence of a man who owned the place.

“Molly. Good, you’re here. I need to see the body. It's imperative that we do it as quickly as possible. I have suspicions about new bruising and you know how time is of the—“ Sherlock froze and blinked at the sight in front of him.

“Oh, hello Sherlock, John. Lovely to see you both,” Molly said brightly.

John also froze and looked at the desk where Molly was working. Her hair was in a mess, a knot clasped violently with a clip and almost as much hair falling out of it. She was typing away at the computer, her desk covered in papers. On top of the papers, though - and the cause of their staring - was a small ginger kitten padding up and down over her work. As they stared, it found a pencil to paw at.

“Ah… Molly…?” John began, looking up at Sherlock and back at the bench. Sherlock looked deeply offended.

Molly had paused to take a sandwich out of her mouth when she first spoke to them but had already returned it back to its resting place in her mouth, as she typed furiously again. “Hmmm?” she asked, not even looking up at them.

“Cat,” Sherlock spat out.

Molly lifted the sandwich out again. “Sorry?”

“You have a cat,” Sherlock said stiffly.

“Oh yes, this is Milo. Say hello, Milo,” she said to the animal, which only seemed to offend Sherlock more. The kitten meowed back appropriately.

“Molly, this is a lab,“ Sherlock said with a frown.

“So?” She laughed, abandoning her sandwich to the plate this time.

“Well, there’s… certain levels of hygiene that should be… should be…” Sherlock didn’t really have a good answer for her and looked to John for support.

“Sherlock, everyone here’s dead except for me. I'm fairly certain it's not going to cross contaminate or anything is it?” She laughed at him.

“The cat’s walking all over your paperwork. What about your filing system?” He tried instead.

“What about it, Sherlock?” She looked over at him and he was clearly beside himself. “You can't seriously be worried about a kitten?

“Well now I've lost my train of thought,” he sighed in frustration, watching the cat bite at some papers and spin around to tackle the pencil again.

“Do you not like cats, Sherlock?” Molly asked, mildly horrified.

“They’re dreadful creatures. They have no respect for human emotions, or personal boundaries. They can ignore the people close to them for days on end,” he scoffed angrily.

“Sounds familiar,” John mumbled.

“Excuse you?” Sherlock turned to look at him, wounded that his partner was not agreeing with him.

“Pretty sure that's the criteria you gave me before I moved in,” John reminded him.

Molly giggled. “I think you might be right, John.”

“Yes, I think you are, indeed, like a big cat, Sherlock. And you always curl up on the couch in funny positions… run around restlessly in the middle of the night...” John continued, starting to enjoy himself.

“You actually are very like a cat,” Molly agreed.

“Shut up,” Sherlock huffed, no quick retort ready to hand. “I was here for actual work.”

“Yes, yes. You wanted to see a body? Is this about the man with four wives?” Molly checked.

“Three wives… and a husband,” John pointed out.

Sherlock didn't miss the fact that John was once again stuck on that point.

They began to follow Molly out of the lab to head to the other room with the bodies. Sherlock felt something tug on his pants, and looked down to find the kitten biting at the hem.

“Ugh, Molly,” he groaned.

She turned to see Milo, biting and pulling at his expensive suit pants leg and couldn’t help smirking, before putting on a stern face. “You wanted me to get the body out? You deal with the cat.”

Sherlock let out a frustrated sigh, bending down to pick it up so he could keep walking. Milo immediately leaped out of his hands, and onto the shoulder of his coat, startling him. John snorted at the expression on Sherlock’s face. He looked mortified, horrified as the cat crawled along his shoulder and then up over the lapel to find a position between his coat collar and his curls, snuggling against his neck.

John suddenly blushed and was surprised by his reaction. He wasn't sure why, but the cat looked so comfortable snuggled against his flatmate. It seemed to be a cozy position that gave the kitten great satisfaction. Sherlock always seemed like such an uncomfortable being. He didn't seem like someone who would like to be cuddled, or enjoy affection. He didn't like attention from what John had seen. Never had dates over, never mentioned going on them. Was he asexual? Aromantic? Just generally disinterested? John had given up asking after the one attempt he had made to gauge Sherlock’s relationship status. The man certainly seemed oblivious to any of Molly’s advances, in any case. And he always mocked people in relationships when it came up on cases, or seemed to not understand the intricacies of them. John was always having to fill in the gaps for him.

And yet this cat had cuddled right against him. No hesitation. And suddenly, John kind of wished, just for a moment, that he was the kind of friend that Sherlock would like to cuddle up to.

“Do you need any assistance?” John asked.

“No, I suppose he can just stay there now,” Sherlock asserted.

“Oh, look! How adorable, he loves you already!” Molly exclaimed as she looked over to see what had happened.

“Yes, well it's quite a nuisance that he's making of himself,” Sherlock grumbled.

“Oh, you like it,” Molly scoffed.

“It's like a little massage gun that's purring against my neck,” he scoffed back at her.

“People pay good money for those massage guns,” Molly commented.

Again, John blushed at the idea. What was all that about all of a sudden?

“Yes. Well, that was all very cute,” Sherlock said to the kitten, “but I have work to do.” He tried to remove it and put it on the ground again. Milo meowed in the most adorable little cry and padded along behind Sherlock as he moved forward again.

Once they were all in place, Molly unzipped the body bag and Sherlock pushed forward impatiently. He grabbed gloves from the nearby container and snapped them on, leaning in to start taking note of the body. As he was looking, the kitten clawed its way up his pants leg, then onto his coat, to get back up to his position against Sherlock’s neck. Even from a couple of feet away John could hear the purring, like a little engine. He smiled, covering his mouth to stop himself from laughing aloud, afraid of embarrassing Sherlock. The kitten was struggling to balance while Sherlock leaned over the body, desperately shuffling, and adjusting its weight to stay perched there. It was irritating Sherlock to no end. He kept trying to flick it angry glances, but hidden under his chin, he couldn’t level the right amount of irritation at it.

“Why don't I do this and you can direct and observe?” John suggested.

“Fine,” Sherlock announced angrily, stepping back and snapping his gloves off throwing them into the nearby bin. He folded his arms across his body in absolute defeat and fury.

John grabbed some fresh gloves and took over, moving the victim’s arm to lift it and look at his ribs. “You're right, Sherlock, there's fresh bruising here that wasn't there the other day,” John said. “Just as you thought.” He looked up and couldn’t help smiling at the scene before him. Sherlock, looking like an aloof security guard, but with an adorable orange kitten nestled and purring under his ear, eyes closed in absolute ecstasy.

“I have to think about all of this, Molly. Can we get photos please?” Sherlock asked.

“Oh, yes, certainly.” She moved to the side and got a camera and then started taking some photos. “Um… actually… I was going to ask… if I saw you… if you would like to maybe come to my Christmas party?” She stumbled over the words awkwardly.

“Oh, we already have a couple of Christmas events,” Sherlock said absently, not making eye contact.

John gave him a stern look. “Didn't think there was anything going on. When is it?” John asked her.

“Next Saturday night?” She asked, her face lighting up.

“I’m sure we can make that work,” he agreed. “Can't we Sherlock?”

“Fine. Send me the details,” he grumped as he started to walk out of the lab.

“Ah… Sherlock?” John called after him.

“What?” Sherlock turned around to find Molly and John watching him expectantly.

“You can pack that up for us, can't you, Molly?” he said, assuming he was in trouble for leaving without cleaning up.

“No… ah…” Molly stuttered out.

“Sherlock, just…” John tried. Sherlock was clearly oblivious.

“What, John?” He asked in annoyance.

John sighed, removing his gloves as he walked over to Sherlock, grabbed the kitten from its position against Sherlock's neck and gave him a look. He walked it back over to Molly. “Sorry, Molly,” he said, handing Milo to her.

Sherlock, who now felt slightly embarrassed and affronted at the error, left the lab in a huff.

“Thanks John,” she said with a little smile. “Doesn't like cats,” she mumbled under her breath.

“Oh, he says that about a lot of things,” John said. “But we know his bark is always worse than his bite. I think he quite enjoyed that kitten cuddle. Milo is very cute, Molly.”

She giggled. “Thank you,” she said sweetly, as John left to find his sulking detective.

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Thanks @notjustamumj for the prompt list

This one is for @phoenix27884 today. You know which kitten this is. His name’s been changed for anonymity 🤭

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[baurbiediv]

Hiii i saw you’re taking requests rn :)

Reade is in the family suit watching the game and suddenly doesnt feel good and coughs blood and then passes out. The other gf and wives (they love reader) trying to help. Maybe she has a cerebral hemorrhage and is rushed to the hospital. They cant get a hold of joey at first amd reader is scared and only sees him after surgery

sweet nothing

PAIRING ➔ joe burrow x gf!reader

WARNINGS ➔ mentions of blood, passing out, fainting & hospitalization (do not read if topic is sensitive to you! i am not forcing you to read this story!)

SYNOPSIS ➔ everything seems to not be going to well with y/n, what happens when joe can’t reach her?

A/N ➔ i had to change some stuff around (sorry anon!!!!) + if this is a triggering topic, please do not read for your own well-being! i also tried to do as much research as i could for this one, so please if there are any mistakes, do not hesitate to let me know!

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usually you’d been excited for game days, except this time, it felt different.

you’d woke up that morning feeling incredibly groggy and exhausted, but you kept it pushing since you didn’t want make joe nervous.

it was the biggest game of the season, the AFC championship. joe had been pushing himself for this game and you were undoubtedly behind him for every single step.

you observed how hard he worked, even in the times he was so sore he could barely move, he wanted to be out there with his team and make them proud.

the clock read 8:45 am, just barely missing the alarm, you sat up and rubbed the slumber from your eyes and stretched.

looking back, joe, who was comfortably sleeping on his back and you watched the lazy sun just narrowly peeking through the blinds, hit his skin. getting up to get ready, you figured joe could use a little extra sleep so you let him sleep and left him to go to the bathroom.

usually when you got up in the morning, you weren’t sensitive to the lights at all really as they never affected you, but in that moment, you were oddly sensitive to them today.

carrying it with a grain of salt, you left the bathroom, the clock now reading 8:55 am, you approached the bed and ran a hand up and down joe’s back.

you laughed quietly seeing his face smushed into the pillow, before kissing his cheek, “wake up sleepyhead!” you whispered said as his eyes slowly opened.

a smile slowly etched onto his face, regularly he was a heavy sleeper, this time all it took was a kiss from you to wake him up, “good morning” he said, the rasp in voice very prominent.

you both smiled as you leaned back down and pressed a quick kiss to his lips.

you’d never admit it but you loved his morning voice, although you were almost sure joe knew that.

-

normally you two had never been this late leaving the house, but your body was against you today. you couldn’t pin point what was going on, but you hoped that it would stop soon. nothing like this had ever happened before, so why now?

once you arrived at the stadium, you turned and looked at joe, “now, i know i say this before every game day, but you know i love you. don’t get into your head too much, joey. you’ll do great, i know you will.” you told him as he smiled above you.

“thank you my love, i’ll try not to psych myself out”, he said which made you furrow your eyebrows and look at him, “okay, okay, i was joking! but i got it. i love you.” he said before leaning down and pressing a kiss to your forehead, you smiled and waved goodbye as he left to go practice.

you headed up to the family suite and were immediately met with the other wives and girlfriends of the other players, the first to approach you, was meggi.

you two had known each other for quite some time now and were excited to find out that your boyfriends would be playing on the same team.

you all sat down and caught up with each other, as if you didn’t do that any other day with them. time had passed by and eventually the game had begun and was already in its 2nd quarter.

but that wasn’t before you were hit with the most severe headache you’ve ever before felt something thick, trickling down your nose, blood.

kayla, who wasn’t standing too far from you, noticed you and she made her way towards you, “y/n, what’s going on?” she said, before grabbing a few napkins and helping you hold them towards your nose.

you shook your head as felt like you could barely speak, “i don’t know, one minute i’m perfectly fine, next thing i know my head is killing me and my nose is bleeding.”

you said before putting a hand on the back of your head, trying to relieve the pressure of the headache somehow. you thought you could physically feel your heart beating faster and directly out of your chest right now.

chassidy was helping you stand and at this point everyone was nervous, meggi & iris making calls down to medical assistance and even the team assistant in hopes for them to reach joe, but nothing was working and nobody was answering back.

-

the dimmed lights and cold air felt very foreign to you, somewhat uncomfortable, and making you unreasonably anxious.

the only thing that was even capable were the faint beeping of the monitors around you and the faint voices heard out in the hallway.

you did your best to make out the voices, but there was no luck. heading the door open, you slowly looked over seeing joe’s figure, you smiled, yet, his eyes were nearly bloodshot red and puffy.

you’d never been so confused as to why he was crying.

joe quickly hugged you, yet, he was careful. he wasn’t sure what was going on with the love of his life, he didn’t want to hurt her more than she already was.

“hi my love.” he said as you quickly hugged him back, that feeling of love coming back to you.

“hi joey, did you win the game?” you said, clearly oblivious to the major traumatic event that occurred.

joe softly pulled away from you allowing you to rest, he laughed tenderly as he wiped the few tears from his eyes that seemingly escaped without him noticing, “yes y/n we won.” he said, which made you slightly cheer.

“so what happened?” you asked him, he sighed before he looked down, “you had a cerebral hemorrhage y/n,” you started to remember everything from that entire morning. from the groggy feeling and the sensitivity, to the splitting headache, and finally the nose bleed.

“the doctors don’t know how it happened, they checked family history, they found nothing.” he said, you softly grabbed his hand, “i’m okay now though joey.” you smiled, he nodded in agreement.

“but i’m watching you with my every move y/n, you got that?” he said pointing to you, making a ridiculous face,

“yes sir burrow!” you said laughing.

-

sorry ab the shit ending 🙍🏽‍♀️

[tanukitsuneko-suki]

build episode 36 thoughts:

- i thought the episode is titled “evolt hunts parents” and for a second i’m like yea he seems like the kind of guy to commit fratricide for fun. it’s his hobby

- yeah, damn straight!!!!!! it won't work for you ugly!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🍅🍅🍅

- it's really moe when he looks pissed....evolt bring him back his wife already....ugly mf..

- when i said i wanted more of banjo and misora moments i didn't mean it like this... (both of them are possessed by aliens)

- i miss my wife you guys. banjo...come back....

- SHINDA HENSUU DE KURIKAESU KAZOE KOTO GA HARANDA NETSU (ramble// when i drew that sento fanart inspired by netsu ijou it really just happened to be on my playlist and i thought it would be fun to combine it with sento...apparently the song is about the last person on a planet as a black hole eats it away.. oh serendipity)

- "ah mb we got a lolicon in the team" ahh face

- oh god banjo ily lol. he's so cute i wanna put him in a jar (someone who folds quickly because of her oshi) (even if her oshi is possessed) (and in a suit) (banjo my wife)

- kazumin and gentokun bonding!

- kazumin recruitment era....kazumin... he's unexpectedly a really good character, isn't he? he's really noble... when he didn't give up the pandora's box despite threats to his closest friends/those he considers family... recruiting the murderer of someone very important to him because he knows they need all the power in their arsenal against evolt.. it's very refreshing!

- this goddamn scene

- WHY IS BANJO'S NAME ON YOU GUYS' MOUTHS. AGAIN. LMFAOOOOOOO I'M SO SERIOUS I WASN'T EXPECTING MISORA TO NAME DROP BANJO AS THE REASON HEKP

- I MEAN MAYBE HE'S JUST PREPARED TO DIE TO SAVE PLANET EARTH GODDAMN?????

- nevermind misora's just throwing guesses it fucking sent me though

- i'm so fucking sorry it's just his suicidal self-sacrificial streak talking i'm sorry for making it about ryusen again

- BANJO ENOUGH CHILLING IN THE HEADSPACE GO BACK HOME YOUR WIFE IS GONNA DIE

- his weak voice...oh god my...my meow meow...you don't have to do this.. STOOOOP FIIGHTIIIIIIING

- i'm in goddamn shambles ENOUUUUGHHHHHHHHH.. i miss banjo so much i can't take it anymore

- on a fucking android???? you can't even get an ipad for this my guy??

- he's such a goddamn hater lmao okay i got a bone to pick with evolt and of course i don't like him while watching the show because he's the antagonist but i can begrudgingly respect him because he's a damn good villain lmao. also that snort. i love you akaso

- i kinda forgot this is all happening in japan only and it's so funny like wdym nobody from china is knocking asking 'heyy uhh guys what do got there (referring to the big ass lights that beam to the sky every 18 hours)'

- yes well you're only fraternizing with greedy capitalists and i don't really think the opinions of the 1% is representative of the general attitude of humanity...i can assure you the normal guy on the street is only debating about whether they'll buy onigiri or tonkatsu on the way home from work..... evolt your sample is biased. never become a scientist

- atleast they can be together forever (used as evolt as fodder for war and violence)

- i just said "YOU CANNOT BE FUCKING SHITTING ME" out loud

- ... the best heroine of kamen rider

- suicide mission to save wife....... somebody help my wives are racing to sacrifice themselves for each other..

- ...

- uh, anyway! we are so back <3

- little white rabbit on the moon..

- YOU'RE SHITTING ME

- ENOUHDGSFSDHAFDSAFBDSHFGHDSAGFHKSADGFHSDAFGHSDAKFFDHFSDAHFKJASDLF IM DROPPING BUILD IM DROPPING BUILD IM DROPPING BUILD IM DROPPING BUILD IM DROPPING BUILD IM DROPPING BUILD IM DROPPING BUILD IM DROPPING BUILD IM DROPPING BUILD IM DROPPING BUILD IM DROPPING BUILD IM DROPPING BUILD IM DROPPING BUILD IM DROPPING BUILD IM DROPPING BUILD IM DROPPING BUILD

- THE FUCKING WORST

[redhatmeg]

This rewatch made me realize how the relationship between Hawkeye and his dad is a breath of fresh air. At first I couldn't quite put my finger on why is that, but now I know:

Generally when we have a story with a soldier, his loved one at home is a woman - either a mother or a wife. It's somewhat the same with men in 4077th: five characters have wives (Blake, Trapper, Burns, BJ and Potter; Blake and Trapper even fathered some daughters), Klinger has a girlfriend (that he later marries), Radar has a mother and even father Mulcahy has a "sister the sister".

Also we are used to seeing mostly father-son conflicts in fiction. Fathers who don't understand their sons, don't approve of their chosen paths or are emotionally staunted. This is trope suits to all genres - from fantasy, and war stories to sitcoms, dramas and crime fiction.

But Hawkeye is different. We hear something in earlier seasons about him having a sister and a mother, but the person he writes letters to is his dad. It's not just women - wives, mothers, sisters or daughters - who are missing their boys. It's also not just young sons who are missing their fathers, but also elderly fathers who miss their adult sons.

Moreover - there is some tenderness in those letters, sent from a loving son to a loving father. Even if their relationship back home wasn't the best, the situation where one of them had to go to war put it all into perspective.

And now we have a situation when Hawkeye's old man thinks that his son is dead. On the one hand Pierce Senior calls to BJ to learn how Hawkeye died and is probably devastated. On the other hand Hawkeye wants to contact him and put his father's mind at ease but everything seems to conspire against him. I remember that I felt sorry for Pierce's dad back then.

[hockeyboysimagines]

I know it’s a few days late, but any chance we can get a tiny Matt and Hallie winning the cup blurb? I miss them.

This is way late, but yes. I will always accept any suggestions about writing Matthew and Hallie. They are my whole heart🤍I hope you love this.

Hallie had never been more uncomfortable in her life as she shifted her weight in the seat, easing her way back down. The pressure in her legs and feet was immense, and the “comfy” leggings she’d opted to wear weren’t comfy at all, but they sure beat sitting in jeans for 60 minutes after she’d given birth.

5:45

That was all that was left in game 7.

A wild rollercoaster this playoff series had been. With wins losses, and a brand new baby tkachuk born between games 6 and 7. Thomas and baby Lilly, who wasn’t the baby anymore were seated between Keith and Chantal, Taryn was holding the newest member of the family Joshua, who had come roaring into the world only 3 days prior, and Brady was sitting next to her. Hallie was exhausted, excited, nauseous, and she had to pee more than she’d ever had to in her life but nothing could pry her out of her seat at this moment. Watching Florida fall last summer in Vegas had been awful. The fallout from a hard fought series had been even worse, and the injury that Matthew had suffered has been a terrible start to the summer, and caused weeks of turmoil in their homes. The result at the end when the final buzzer went off would make it all worth it. She hoped.

She glanced at the clock.

1:00 left.

She felt someone bump her and she looked over the find Brady grinning. Wordlessly he reached for her hand, intertwining their fingers and gave it a squeeze.

“I’m so happy to have you here with us.” He said so that only she could hear.

If the result at the end of the game wasn’t going to bring her to tears, Brady definitely did. She felt like it was only a short bit ago that he’d wiped her tears, held her hand and promised to keep her secret about Lilly back in Calgary, every bit as loving as an uncle and brother in law could be, should be, and was. As the minutes ticked by, and the clock wound down she and Brady made their way to their feet, still holding hands.

5 4 3 2 1

Everyone in the suite started to scream including Thomas and Lilly, and Hallie felt hot tears streaming down her face as she watched sticks, helmets and gloves fly all over the ice and the benches clear.

He had done it. Her Matthew was a Stanley cup champion. Brady too was crying as they turned to eachother, fingers still entwined and each let out a strangled cry before they leaned in to hug.

“He did it!” Brady whisper yelled in her ear as he squeezed her tightly and they swayed on the spot. When he let her go he leaned down to accept Thomas’s high five “Up top buddy! Daddy won!”

“Does this mean you will win one next year?” Thomas asked with a big smile “Because if you don’t, daddy will make fun of you.”

The group around them laughed as Brady slapped the brim of Thomas’s hat, pushing it down over his eyes while he giggled and straightened himself out, turning to look up at Hallie. He reached forward and squeezed Hallie’s leg, big smile full of missing teeth. He looked so much like Matthew.

“Thomas look!” Keith called. Hallie glanced up to see them on the Jumbotron and Thomas started flapping his arms around and making a big fuss.

She accepted hugs from Keith and Chantal, the other wives and girlfriends, and finally Taryn who gave her one and handed Josh back, as he started to fuss.

Hallie pulled out a bottle and sat to feed him. Her legs and lower body were killing her and she desperately needed some sleep, but this was all worth it now. Her kids had gotten to see their dad win a Stanley cup. How cool was that? Well not Joshua because he slept through the whole thing, but when they talked about it years from now he would know he was there. She let out a breath and turned her eyes to the Jumbotron to watch the festivities down on the ice. Families weren’t allowed out there until the handshake line ended, and the cup was passed from player to player so she had time to get her thoughts together before then. Everything seemed blurry around her as she watched the cup get passed, waiting with baited breath as it got closer to Matthew. He’d done a lot of great things since she’d known him, but this accomplishment would take the cake. His achievements as a hockey player now matched his achievement of being a great father.

She felt a hand on her arm “Hey mama. They’re ready for us.” Chantal smoothed a piece of her hair and gave her shoulder a squeeze “Proud of you honey. You made this week even better by giving us another little angel.”

She smiled and closed her eyes with a nod, another tear running down her cheek. As Chantal helped her to her feet they began to gather their things and make their way out of the suite to the steps.

“Do you want me to take him back?” Taryn asked from behind her.

“No I got him but can you grab my bag please?” Taryn hitched it over he shoulder and fell instep behind her as they formed a line.

“Brady stand in front of her so she doesn’t fall. Be careful walking.” Keith commented motioning at the stairs as she made her way slowly down them, sliding against the wall to keep her balance while she couldn’t grab the railing. She could feel her phone buzzing in her jacket pocket and the texts from friends and probably Carly and Noah, who’d promised they’d be watching, but she would answer those later. Right now, she just needed to see Matthew.

People were everywhere on the ice as media, families and staff began to filter on to it. People were crying, yelling and celebrating. Kids ran to dads, girlfriends ran to boyfriends, parents congratulated their sons with proud tears in their eyes.

“Daddy!” Thomas exclaimed pointing.

Matthew turned and spotted them, smiling so wide Hallie thought his face might crack. Thomas hurried ahead of her, nearly falling as he reached him and she made her way gingerly across the ice with the rest of the family. He accepted hugs, congratulations, and pats on the back from all his family members until it was just her left after she passed Joshua to Chantal. He put a hand on either side of her face reached a thumb out to wipe a mascara streak away.

“Why are you crying?” He asked leaning down to look at her.

“I’m just so proud of you.”

“Be proud of you too. Without you, none of this would have happened. My life sucked before I met you, and look at us now.” He motioned over her shoulder and she turned “We have a beautiful house, three beautiful kids, 2 cats and a Stanley cup. And it’s all because you agreed to go out with me. We should put your name on this cup.”

She snorted out a laugh and wiped her nose “Well if you insist.” She reached forward and squeezed him as tightly as she could, eyes closing as she listened to the roar of the celebration behind them.

He ran a hand over her hair and was quiet a second before he said casually “So when do you want to have another baby?”

She whipped her head up and started laughing, wiping the wetness under her eyes “Funny guy. If I hadn’t just had one 4 days ago, I’d indulge you but tough luck.”

“Damn.”

“Maybe if you win one next season we can talk.”

He grinned and kissed the side of her head before turning to look at Brady “Your gonna be an uncle again bro.”

Brady looked Hallie up and down and frowned, confused “Wait-what? But you-what?”

“Nevermind. Come on, they wanna do pictures. Let’s get one without the cup first.”

The Tkachuk’s hustled in to crowd around Matthew as his teammates took turns taking pictures with the cup. To his right, Keith, Chantal, Thomas in front holding Matthew’s hand. To the left Brady, Taryn and Lilly. She held baby Joshua, and Matthew reached an arm around her and gave her a squeeze.

This was her family. A family she once didn’t even want to be a part of. Anyone who said good luck wasn’t real had never experienced it. She smiled softly as she turned back to the photographer.

“Alright Tkachuk’s. Smile!”

[fishsprout]

SPLATOON 3 NINTENDO DIRECT SIDE ORDER ITS HAPPENING ITS HAPPENING OH MY GOD

okay. analysis time

MY GIRL AAHHH SHES BACK!! okay SO. inkopolis square. but dead. its a bleached coral forest basically. there seems to be this sorta of,, electricity thing going on throughout the trailer that we can see on the lobby tower. overall looks dope as hell

WE HAVE THE FULL FIT!! FOR BOTH GENDERS!! okay first of all what are those ink tanks? sorta looks like those IV bags. same with the outfit,, the shoes sorta look like casts and the clothes look like some sort of sensory deprivation tank suit. a lot of medical vibes going on from the white color and everything. i love it

PEARL BOT! no questions about it, marina definitely made this for her (the wives :D) its interesting that pearl isn't actually there (marina isn't either, ill talk more about my theory later) but she can still talk to us through this robot. also love how marina added the sliding eyebrows to make it more expressive LMAO

i love how we can ride pearl bot as well. i think this will be an important feature, wonder if we can control her when this happens :O

okay what are these? i think the first one on the left is a mem cake, not really sure what the others are though

okay im seeing a theme of electricity and we can see in the background it sort of glitching, so i think side order might a simulation or something. the huge orb in the middle is definitely some fucked up zapfish (where you end the level im assuming), but its glitching and then a ton of the skeleton creatures come out of it

it looks like a ton of dead fish (dedf1sh...?),, we havent seen any octolings that you need to fight yet so these seem like the new enemies replacing them for side order. though i do wonder if we'll ever encounter an evil octoling (or inkling or salmonid, who knows) also are these an entire new species? or just some simulation creature

i also love how instead of ink, its the same electricity we've been seeing used to summon the weapons. this whole realms creation definitely has something to do with marina since its side order and its super technologically advanced

okay WOA numbers. definitely something marina would implement. i don't have much to say about this but yea, im loving the tech-y themes going on. it also seems like pearlbot is helping you fight these guys since she is shooting lasers at them. if she's sorta like small fry, i wonder if we will ever get to use her as a bomb, or if she is automatic

also its confirmed that the octoling is indeed agent 8! i was like 90% sure but im glad its definite

okay the biggest thing about this trailer, DEDF1SH!!!!!!!!!

"just another bystander who got sucked in." what sucked them in? my theory is that marina somehow trapped them in a simulation she made of a world thats orderly- maybe she made it after the final fest?or is this an already existing place? maybe some whirlpool was created after octo expansion and this place exists under inkopolis square?

SHE HAS A NAME!!! ACHT!!!! also i am so glad all of the fan theories were correct and she isn't evil, just still partially sanitized. i wonder if that will be a factor in the story? more dedf1sh lore?

her glasses are different! since she doesn't have the hypno shades anymore she prolly has much more awareness now since she isnt being brainwashed, though she is still sanitized- but i think the music is counteracting the effects of that since shes a dj and shes always wearing headphones

also why is her arm bandaged? what happened to her? also all this time i thought she was wearing a tshirt LMAO

i am a huge dedf1sh fan and i have quite a few theories about her, so i hope she is an important character in the story of side order and we get some backstory

ESPECIALLY ABOUT HER HISTORY WITH MARINA!! they are both djs so that probably is important, but i am really excited to learn more about them. i think marina mightve gone missing and we are looking for her too?

the color chips seem to be like, stat boosts? and also 8 started to gain color once you add them! its sorta like deep cut's colored fingers. wonder if this will be a new feature after the dlc! i loveee customization options

this seems to be the respawn animation which !?!?!? IS SO COOL!?!?!

i have no idea what this is but. oh my god. i am so excited for this. its happening.

[artdecosupernova-writing]

OC Kiss Week Day 4: Reunion

WIP: Partners Pairing: Ben x Reagan Timeline: 1960, before the events of PII (definitely canon) CW: none Rating: T Words: 1,126

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"God, you look amazing."

The statement tumbled out of Ben's mouth before he could stop it—nerves and adrenaline and possibly too much coffee combined into a maelstrom of emotions. He plastered a grin on his face as he watched Reagan smooth down the lapels of his suit jacket.

"Yeah?" Reagan smirked at him through the mirror and tightened his narrow tie. "Shouldn't you be in your own dressing room? It's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding."

"You say that like I wouldn't do exactly what you're tellin' me not to do if you were my bride."

"You have a penchant for defiance," Reagan rumbled. He made sure not a hair on his head was out of place, then checked his pearly white teeth for anything he potentially missed while flossing ten minutes ago. "And the dramatic."

Ben inhaled deeply, a way to ground himself and to keep himself from passing out. "It's been ten years. People are gonna be here, right?"

Reagan tipped his head and pivoted on his heel to look at Ben more directly. "Just our wives, I'm sure," he teased. It was his turn to smile, and boy... his smile always knocked Ben's socks off, no matter how often he saw it. "We're has-beens."

"I would like to reiterate my point about it being ten years," Ben sighed. "And a neat trick I know is that I can change the meaning entirely by adding that, in that context, it's only been ten years."

There was a stretch of silence during which Ben knew just by looking at him that Reagan was savoring being in the same room with him on a professional level for the first time in a decade. There was a glint in his eye, one he'd had since they were kids, one that really, when they got down to it, never fully disappeared.

"You know," Reagan said in a low, sultry murmur that, on the other hand, was only used sparingly when addressing Ben, "Adrian's gonna be mad at us if he finds out we're in the same room before the show. He wanted so badly for our reunion to be an actual reunion."

"When we're in the same vicinity," Ben responded in a matter-of-fact, almost bored drone that expertly hid his abrupt shiver, "you and I may as well be fused together inoperably. He knows that. He's seen that. If anything, he's gonna be pissed because he knows we're in the same room before the show, and he knows we decided to come here in the same car in the first place, and he ain't doin' jack shit to stop it."

Reagan's smile only got wider, if possible. "It's gonna be good. It's gonna be so good."

And good, it was. Gilmore and Murray graced the stage to raucous applause and cheering that nearly deafened them—a sound that wasn't nearly as loud during their individual shows for the last ten years, and certainly not as loud during their first shows as partners.

Ben took his place at the white grand piano center stage. Reagan unmounted the microphone from its stand downstage, maneuvering the cord to bring it back to Ben.

"Mr. Benjy Mertz!" Reagan chuckled over the continuous love from the audience. The stage lights adjusted, spotlights falling on him and Ben, and he caught a glimpse of the red light on the television camera at the back of the house. Millions of people watching this one-time-only event, broadcast throughout the country.

Ben shook his head and played a few, gentle bars of music, attempting to get the audience on the same level. He looked up at Reagan with a personable grin. "Mr. Rían Murphy Gilmore," he drawled into his own microphone. "It's been a long... long time since we've been together, hasn't it?"

"Well, no," Reagan said, casting his attention down to the mic cord at his feet, yanking it and realizing it was taut. He peered into the wing off of stage left. "No, it hasn't, Ben—I dunno how to tell you this, but I was at your house as recently as this morning."

"Oh," Ben said, throwing a comically arrogant smirk into the lens of the camera. "I thought I was hallucinating, but I didn't say anything because I didn't want to cause any problems."

"Someone's holding the microphone hostage," Reagan muttered into the device, reducing his harder pulls to light tugs. "Can... can someone please let the microphone go? It has a family."

After a pause—one of the stagehands loosened the cord—Reagan snickered. The audience once more applauded the fact that he could freely move again, and the first thing he did was lean against the piano, crossing his ankles and sighing.

"The microphone," Reagan said languidly as Ben's gentle chords increased in strength and the cacophony died down, "is shaken, but we think he'll make a full recovery. His family has been notified, and they'll be around to take him home after the show."

It was as if they never separated. They played the classics, their individual songs, and a few covers, and it went so much better than either of them imagined. They cracked jokes, minor things went wrong and they capitalized it... Gilmore and Murray's energy was unmatched by Gilmore and Murray apart and together combined.

At the end of the show, they received a standing ovation. Their first one ever as a duo. Ben felt his heart being swallowed by his own body with his degree of joy, and as he stood on that stage beside his best friend, the first true love of his life, he wept. Nothing overly dramatic, and he couldn't get rid of his visible elation to save his life, but he also couldn't stop those tears from flowing down his face.

Reagan turned his head to look at him as the crowd continued their ovation, and Ben knew what was about to happen seconds before it happened—Reagan gripped the back of his neck and pressed a firm, enthusiastic kiss to his lips. It was brief, and full of pride, and Reagan's eyes glistened with tears that he'd never shed in front of Ben or anyone else.

"I love you," Reagan said, just quietly enough that only Ben could hear him. "I hope you know how much I fucking love you."

Ben nodded, patting Reagan's face with all the affection he could afford to give him in front of the entire country. "I do know, Reggie. I know."

And though it would take a further nine years for them to become professional partners for the second time on a more permanent basis, that would always remain one of their favorite memories... a reunion that they badly needed, badly deserved. And it was so good.

[thefatedthoughtofyou]

Sweet Music Playing In The Dark (Be Still, My Foolish Heart) [ Part Four ]

[ Part 1 ] [ Part 2 ] [ Part 3 ]

{ I'm 100% not writing these in chronological order. I just write them as the ideas come and they don't come in order of the story. Just in moments inspired by the songs. Hopefully y'all still enjoy them!!! Cuz i really love this little story. Even though it's like a little patchwork quilt of a thing. 💛💙💛 }

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They've been together for a bit. Their relationship is still private. For the most part. But they're very publicly friends. Always together and laughing and adorable. But in private, they're dating. Taking it slow. Cuz touring life is bonkers and they're both busy writing and doing their music.

But Eddie starts seeing some shit from Steve's fans. Like, an oddly puritanical little sub group. That the other fans are always like "no thank you. Please don't associate with us OR steve please." And They've been posting things about eddie "corrupting" steve and saying shit like, "Eddie's making him go down a path he'd never choose on his own".

And that Eddie's a cult leader and indoctrinating steve. And some even say shit about robin and chrissy too. That they're like, Eddie's cult wives. And they sent him some of those comments and Chrissy was like,

"Robin's gagging. She loves you. But she's gagging." And Eddie laughs so hard he almost falls out of his chair. But he takes the comments and shows Steve.

Because he is not social media guy. He's never on there. And he reads some of them and just keeps frowning and frowning and eddie just curls into his side and is like,

"hey. Its okay. I don't care that they're saying that. I play up the cult thing. You know that." Steve did know that. Loved it. Bought Eddie a shirt that said "cult leader" on it. It's a pink crop top and Eddie adores it. It's his favorite shirt. But steve is like,

"some of these are really mean Ed's." Some of them even mentioned Nancy and how she was so good for steve and so pure and blah blah blah. Eddie snorts VERY loud at that, says,

"did they miss her cheating on you? Just ignoring that are they?" And steve frowns more, says,

"that was never really said publicly." And Eddie's takes his hand, laces their fingers together and says,

"People know Steve. They saw through her. Okay? Just like I did. Your real fans love you. And some of them even love me now." He says, cheeky glint in his eyes. And then he's smiling too, all big and sharp and Steve's like,

"i know that face... what are you planning?" And he's already almost smiling himself, knows its gonna be good. And eddie just wiggles his eyebrows, says,

"I had this idea... for a video. And the idea wasn't originally to have YOU in the video. But I've been thinking, since reading all that shit. That maybe we should have some fun." He leans closer, presses soft kisses to Steve's cheek, the corner of his mouth.

"What did you have in mind?" Steve asks, his eyes closing as he sighs into Eddie's soft touches. Eddie hums, kisses him again, nuzzles into his cheek and kisses down his neck. Pushes steve into his couch and tells him all about it.

~°~

What Eddie had in mind, was this. First, he, Steve, robin, and chrissy are all gonna be in the video. And the CC boys, playing in the background.

Eddie has a warehouse that he bought to make his videos, and others videos, and he does band photoshoots there sometimes. Has done several for Robin and Chrissy and a few for some other artists he's friends with. He loves doing weird little videos with just his friends.

So they go there, the set is literally just a ton of white cloth drapped everywhere. White on white on white. The band is playing all white instruments, the background is white velvet curtains.

Chrissy is in a beautiful white dress. Perfect and pristine, her hair all done with curls, her nails a pretty pearl. Robin's in a snug white suit. Waistcoat and all. Her hair slicked back.

Steve is in fancy white dress pants, a white tank under an open white shirt sleeved button down, Eddie let him do whatever he wanted with his hair, its neat and swoopy and perfect. The CC boys are all in matching white mechanic jumpsuits, white lines painted across their eyes.

Eddie had told them all the required colors and let them dress how they wanted. Told them what would be happening to the clothes too, so they knew.

And Eddie, he's in black skinny jeans, ripped at the knees, and is favorite pink crop top, CULT LEADER, printed in black across his chest in bold letters.

Steve can't take his eyes off him. Eddie makes his rounds, making sure everything is ready. And then walks up to Steve.

"You sure you wanna do this?" He asks, hands on Steve's hips as Chrissy and Robin lean against each other as they wait. Steve just stares at him, bites his lip, and nods.

"Yeah. Let's do this." His eyes are full of excitement and Eddie matches it, his cheeks dimpling as he nods.

They release the video a week later.

~°~

The video opens with Eddie and the band just silhouetted against the background. The music plays and the lights come up when Eddie claps twice and he starts singing, moving and jumping in place to the beat. And when he says,

"is this what you wanted?" The camera jump cuts to Steve and Robin and Chrissy all standing off to the side, stock still, looking a bit like they're in a trance as they answer,

"no!" Eddie sings,

"you want some more?" And they all turn in unison to look at him when they answer,

"yes" and then the lights go up even more, the bright white around them all, their clothes, the velvet, all of it seeming to shimmer as they dance around, moving closer and closer to Eddie as he sings. Eddie looks directly into the camera when he sings,

"who's keeping score?" And then the chorus hits and his attention is all on steve, his hand moving up Steve's neck as he sings,

"cuz youve got a taste now." And steve leans into his touch, looking helpless to it. Robin does the same to chrissy,  her and Eddie in synch as they draw in their partners, touching them and moving with them as Eddie sings about no one loving him like he loves him, steve smirking, his eyes closed, letting eddie touch and move him however he likes, and then Eddie sings,

"but you should've known, that this was gonna end in tears" and "blood" starts falling on them all, red stains blooming across the sea of white, all their clothes bleeding red as Eddie screams the next parts. Steve and the girls jumping and dancing and singing in the bloodrain, Eddie crooks his finger at steve when he sings,

"now come here and give me a hug" and steve saunters over, his hair dripping red as he falls into Eddie's arms. Eddie lowers him to the ground for the next part, his fingers moving and dancing across Steve's throat as he sings,

"i got my hands around your throat. I love way you choke." He dips down further, his lips brushing Steve's as he looks up at eddie, adoration in his eyes, both of them dripping blood as eddie sings,

"Cause i am yours and you are mine, I'll never let you go" right against Steve's lips, and Steve fucking arches into it, his palms flat on the gound.

Chrissy and Robin are fucking waltzing through the blood behind them, their feet kicking at the puddles of blood they glide through, moving across the "stage" as the camera pans after them, capturing the CC boys as well, all of them stained red, their instruments dripping and splashing as they play their hearts out. .

And then eddie is standing, singing the verse again as he moves his hands over steve, and Steve moves with his hands, like a puppet under Eddie's control, dancing and rolling in the blood on the floor. And then Eddie screams,

"GET THE FUCK UP" and steve is on his feet in an instant. Dancing and spinning through the guitar solo until it stops and he freezes, making like he's going to fall back to the floor before Eddie catches him in his arms.

Steve straightens, Eddie spins him and he and drapes himself over Eddie's back, Chrissy does the same to Robin behind them. Steve's hands moving over Eddie's chest and up his neck languidly, slow, with a purpose, dragging his hands through the blood thats covering them all now, Chrissy drops her head back onto Robin's shoulder as Robin tucks her arm loosly around her neck. Eddie stares straight at steve when he sings,

"nobody love you like i love you, oh my dear." And then they both drop their gazes to the camera, looking right at the audience as eddie sings and then screams,

"you should have known. This was gonna end in tears." Steve dropping his chin on Eddie's shoulder as he mirrors Robin's hold on Chrissy.

Eddie's voice goes quiet at the end, him and steve and the girls genlty swaying as the blood falling drenches them, their clothes and everything around them soaked a dark red now.

Eddie and Steve all tangled together just like Robin and Chrissy as the screen fades to black. And just before you loose sight of them all you can see them all laughing together right before Steve tightens his hold on Eddie's neck and pulls him into a kiss.

~°~

They release the video and all their fans go fucking NUTS. Partially because Eddie posted it and captioned it,

"hey. Me and my boyfriend made you guys something." And he puts a little kissy emoji. And everyone FREAKS out. And of course the purity people show up and start being like,

"see! See! His shirt even says it! He's a cult leader!" And people start saying steve looks drugged. Which eddie immediately shuts down and blocks them. But the CCboys go into the comments, cuz they're tired of it. They love steve, and eddie. And them together. And they're like,

"y'all realize they made this video BECAUSE of you nutballs right???" and chrissy and robin just respond to their comment with,

"right???" And like fifteen laughing emojis.

And steve and eddie just turn off their phones and eddie tugs steve into bed and they lay there, just breathing together. And steve nuzzles into his chest and smiles and says,

"at least most of the blood came out of your shirt." Eddie hums, moves his fingers into Steve's hair and says,

"i knew it would. Just a little darker now." He presses a kiss into Steve's hair too, for good measure. Steve wraps his arm tighter around eddie, cuddles closer, whispers,

"just like me." And kisses Eddie's chest as he laughs, tugs on Steve's hair so that Steve's looking up at him and says,

"just like you. Dark and corrupted. Just the way i like you." Eddie teases, both of them laughing into their kiss as Steve drapes himself over Eddie.

When they turn their phones back on they're met by several croped headlines sent to them, and marked up and memed, by Chrissy and Robin. Followed by a text that says,

"congratulations on the big gay announcement! Thanks for letting us be a part of it!" Followed by every single heart emoji they could find and a few edits of themselves with hearts for eyes.

They laugh so hard steve snorts into Eddie's shoulder and eddie almost chokes on the chocolate chip pancakes steve had made him.

Eddie had corrupted him into making breakfast in bed. If only his fans fucking knew.

[the-void-writes]

❤️ PEDRA AND JOSIE PEDRA AND JOSIE

PIRATE WIVES 💖💖💖 THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS AAAAAAHHHH

I missed them so much, I need to do more with them. Maybe I’ll finally plan out their crew and write an adventure for them lol.

TBOP - Pedra and Josephine - ❤️ First Kiss/Realization

TW for brief misgendering

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“Oh Josephine, I think I just fell in love.”

She rolled her eyes and glanced towards the door, expecting to see another tall diplomat with a crumbling cigar and a crooked grin. So far, Louisa had insisted that four of these men would be her future husband. Whoever she had seen now would be no different from the last—

No… Josephine found no such man. Instead, her breath was stolen by the sight of soft orange hair, like a sunset against the ocean.

Pedra, her beautiful Pedra… she looked so miserable in her silk suit. Her hands slipped in and out of her coat pocket, toying with the chain of an old watch as she slipped past the other guests. To them, she was simply another suitor vying for a chance with the Navarro family.

It wasn’t fair to her. She deserved to be here in the most luxurious gown, something as bold and elegant as herself, something that put all of the men and women in that room to shame. The world should have seen Pedra Castillo for the goddess that she was, the woman that outshone the sun.

And just like the center of the universe, her orbit was magnetizing. Josephine ran into her arms without any thought of what her family would say. Pedra caught her fast— she would always catch her, anywhere they went. She would always be there.

“Josie,” she whispered, her voice as soothing as the wind in the sails. “Your mother—”

“I’ll think of an excuse,” Josephine said. “I just needed to hold you.”

Pedra’s hand found the small of her back, pulling her closer. Her lips felt like feathers against her ear.

“Mi alma…”

“Josephine?”

They forced themselves away from each other as Senora Navarro stood before them, eyeing her daughter and her mysterious friend.

“Who is this?” she asked, and Josephine could hear the smug pride that rose through her voice.

“This is Officer Castillo.”

She could feel Pedra’s eyes bore into the side of her head. “Officer” was a complete lie— she was a cargo loader and nothing more— but Josephine needed a story that would satisfy her snooping mother. She hadn’t learned the name that Pedra’s parents had given her, and she never wanted to hear it, let alone use it. Pedra was what she had chosen, and Pedra was who Josephine loved.

“An officer?” Senora Navarro asked. “You’re part of His Majesty’s army?”

“The Royal Navy, actually,” Pedra said with ease. “We’ve been at the docks all week, moving the latest cargo.”

A quick mind and a silver tongue carried the lie through beautifully. Senora Navarro studied Pedra thoroughly.

“A sailor…” Her voice dripped with slight disappointment, but she shrugged. “As long as you serve the king, I suppose it’s a fine job.”

Pedra glanced at Josephine. “Thank you?”

“Forgive my mother,” Josephine said. “I told you she doesn’t like sailors.”

Senora Navarro held her chin high. “There are better ways to spend your time on land than out on some floating coffin.”

Before Josephine could start an argument, Louisa caught up to them.

“I’ve never seen Josephine run so fast,” she said. “Do you know each other?”

“Very well, I think,” Pedra said with a sly smile. “More than most.”

Josephine nudged her arm with her elbow. “Don’t start.”

“You mean—” Louisa pointed between them. “You’re together?”

“Yes, if you must know.”

In an instant, Senora Navarro was beside herself with glee, bouncing on her toes like a child. She clasped Louisa’s hands in hers— the younger woman still wore a dejected frown, envious of Josephine for stealing her crush.

“My daughter has finally found a proper man! Oh, happy day! I knew it was just a phase.”

Josephine tightened her grip around Pedra, and Pedra did the same with her.

“May I chat with my guest in private, Mother?”

“Oh please, go ahead! I don’t want to keep you.”

Pedra bowed gracefully. “Thank you, Senora.”

Before they could leave, Senora Navarro squeezed Josephine’s shoulder.

“I’m so proud of you, mija.”

Josephine pulled herself out of her grasp and led Pedra through the sea of dancers. They left the party behind entirely, traversing the endless halls until they reached Josephine’s room. She locked the doors behind her and sighed loud enough to disturb the birds outside her window.

“The nerve of her,” Josephine hissed. “As if she had anything to do with this— As though she’s won something.”

Pedra led her from the door and embraced her. “Are you okay, Josie?”

“Oh, don’t you dare worry about me— I’m so sorry she called you a man.”

“I’ve heard it many times before, mi amor.”

“That doesn’t mean you should have to hear it anymore.”

They stood together in the middle of the room, illuminated by the moon’s ethereal glow. The silver beams only added to Pedra’s cosmic beauty. Her smile was the brightest sight of all.

“Thank you for promoting me to Officer,” she said.

Josephine hid her head against Pedra’s shoulder. “I panicked— I didn’t want to tell her anything. Have I made things worse for you?”

“Only if your mother wants to see where I work— and given how she dresses, I don’t think she’ll want to spend a minute by the pier.”

“Oh, not at all.” Josephine giggled. “The fish alone would scare her off.”

Pedra laughed, and every angel in the world must have stopped to listen. How could such a heavenly creature ever grace Josephine with her presence? What had she done to deserve her?

“Is something wrong?” Pedra asked.

Josephine brushed aside a strand of her lover’s fiery hair, falling deeper into her hazel eyes.

“Nothing, mi alma. You’re perfect.”

She rose to her toes, nearly slipping out of her heels as her lips met Pedra’s. It was every bit as magical as she had dreamed of, the kiss of another woman. Pedra stepped away for a moment.

“Josie, are you sure—”

“More than anything. I love you.”

A wave of warmth consumed her as Pedra kissed her back, pulling her off the ground and into her strong arms.

“I love you, too. Oh, how I love you…”

“Show me how.”

Pedra grinned. “Your mother will throw me out if she catches us.”

“My mother would thank you,” Josephine said, “for curing me of my delusions.”

“Does she really say that to you?”

“It doesn’t matter anymore.” She kissed Pedra’s neck, engulfed by the scent of roses. “If it’s delusional to love a woman as magnificent as you, then I never want to be sane.”

Pedra fell back onto the bed with her, holding her thighs and kissing every inch of her shoulders.

“Neither do I,” she said.

[bunting27]

okay i have to come back and request 🍓 prompt: "you have something on your face." "what?" "me." with our cute ass baby prince goalie joseph woll 🥺🙏

as friends ✏︎ j. woll

a/n: i love him. that is all.

prompts: "you have something on your face." "what?" "me."

wc: 0.9k

taglist: @nylwnder

✏︎

“please, y/n/n, everyone else’s wives and kids are gonna be there, i don’t want to have to socialize by myself” joseph was going to a family event with the leafs since he was up for some time cause of an injury, and he’d been begging y/n to go with him since he’d been told everyone was bringing their loved ones.

he was a bright and sociable person, but kids and other people’s wives weren’t exactly his forte, he only really thrived when he could make friends at the same pace as everyone else. in this situation, everyone would already have known each other.

y/n, however, was great with kids and would be able to talk to the wives while he caught up with his teammates, whether she was there as his girlfriend or not.

“we’d just be going as friends, right?” a look of relief took over his face

“yes, just friends, i promise. please be my plus one, i’ll owe you for the rest of my life” she smiled and hugged him, rolling her eyes sarcastically at his dramatics

“i guess i will survive a night of sports guys and free food, but this is only because i know you’d just end up in a corner somewhere” he squeezed her back, lifting her gently from the ground and ruffling her hair 

“you’re a saint, y/n/n thank you so much” she smirked slightly, a look on her face that said both ‘i know’ and ‘you’re gonna regret saying that’, and joseph’s eyes widened slightly 

“you owing me starts now, by the way. you’re coming dress shopping” he groaned and tilted his head back slightly, feeling her take his car keys out from his pocket and grab his wrist to drag him to the door.

she spent the car ride looking online for things in stock at the mall nearby, as well as trying to match the colour of his tie to things she saw while scrolling.

she guided him to the side of the parking lot closest to the store she liked the most dresses from, and went there first. while grabbing the few that were in stock in her size, joseph stood around awkwardly and waited for her.

once she was ready for the changerooms, she tracked down an employee and started changing into some of the dresses, only coming out and showing joseph when she personally liked the way it looked. 

he mostly just said they were nice or pretty, feeling warm and awkward even though they had been friends for a lifetime. 

on the fourth one she’d shown him, though, he just smiled. it wasn’t a ‘this is so bad, are you showing me this as a joke?’ smile. but a shy, sweet smile that told her this was definitely the best option.

she was going to continue to try some on and visit another store or two, but when she came out in the next dress and he was violently red before he’d even looked up from his shoes, she knew the last one was the one she had to go with.

“the last one, right? there's no beating that” he nodded slightly, chuckling awkwardly and trying to cool himself off by lifting the sleeves of his crewneck.

she started getting ready almost immediately after the two of them got back to her apartment, having stopped at his to get his suit and having a limited amount of time before the function started.

she had put her hair up in a slicked back ponytail and done quick makeup, just a base with some mascara, before putting on the dress and coming out into her living room to see joseph with his pants on and unzipped, his shirt opened and untucked.

she was unfazed, having seen him shirtless a million times, but he was flustered and had managed to cross two buttons and miss the second to last one while trying to close his shirt.

“god, you’re jumpy. here,” she undid his shirt again, buttoning it up correctly this time, while he just looked at her awestruck.

“how do i look?” after he had tucked his shirt into his pants and laced through his belt, he finally got to take in her final look.

he was staring. hard. which wasn’t that weird, he told himself, since she did ask how she looked.

“you look beautiful, just- you have something on your face” she frowned, taking out her phone and looking into the camera to see if he was just messing with her 

“what?” he smiled 

“me.” she looked up, confused as ever, but was met with his lips on hers before she could even question what he was talking about. 

he pulled her into him by the waist, pulling his lips away and then giving her a few more chaste kisses. he was red everywhere. his neck and cheeks were warm against her hands and face and the tips of his ears looked like they were about ready to turn purple 

she smiled slightly, biting her lip to contain her excitement.

“look who finally grew a pair” she kissed him this time, feeling his hands slide against her skin and under the hem of her dress

“ouch” she giggled against his lips, running her fingers through his hair

“you love me”

“i do”

[hesbuckcompton-baby]

SHES HERE!!!!!!!!!!!🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

Oh my GOD I love them so bad😩. Of course Frankie is working up until the very end. OF COURSE. and meddling in Bucky’s love life. The way you introduced Josephine Pittz to the story “something to share with the class?” Ugh please I love it so much! Those two will never not be Frankie and Bucky, no matter what changes and who comes into their lives (babies and wives be damned) and I love that so so much. And George’s reaction to Maggie’s full name HELLO!? There could never be a more George Aarons reaction to knowing your best friend named her daughter after you oh my god! Bucky’s going to cry. Fully. I knew it before ya said it lol.

I love how you’ve so organically gotten Rosie and Frankie to this point, and through to the arrival of Maggie. It’s beautiful and I just can’t get enough of them, it’s such a beautiful story. They’re so beautiful and well suited. You truly cover it all, her worries of becoming a mom, Rosie’s worries of her not resting enough (cough her driving COUGH) and just his soothing nature of holding her, reminding her he loves her. You had me reaching for my tissues at the end of this chapter I swear.

I missed ya, friend! So happy to see you’re back with two of my favorites! 💗 wonderful, as per usual!

I'VE MISSED YOU TOO LOVE!! god this writer's block has been rough, but we made it to the other side 🫡

this chapter was SO SO FUN!!! i've been rereading the earlier chapters lately and looking at where they started vs where they are now makes me emotional 😭😭 we've come SO FAR with this story, and knowing there's not much left to tell is heartbreaking, I'm sooooo incredibly grateful to everyone who's stuck with me for so long!!

so nice to see that frankie and bucky's collective stupid survived the war 🙏🙏 truly what is wrong with them why can't they deal with anything normally

GEORGE!!!! george is living her best married life in new york and now that maggie's her namesake there will truly never be any getting rid of her. frankie naming her georgina despite KNOWING how much george hates it is peak best friend energy. they're so unserious forever

[artcalledwind]

Tha Greatest of Now Leaders

In a male’s point of view

I’m sorry for the forwarded to those spouses

You kill the World

To all whatever they call themselves

You wives of them

Are the next to Leadership Failures

Blimey, manager or executive officer

Bloody blame assistants

Well Ladies

The balls were fore-d in your court

By me

I don’t hold ovaries

Or let alone two boobies

I have a dangle between

Me legs

It’s all your faults, women

Can’t guide just succumb to the Man

Your man in control

Over you

And them and all of us

Their reaches reach there too

And the Men follow suit

Or want one

I blame you in 2024

All Women of the World

You figures in America

Men’s Abortion Rule

Who named it

Who voted on the name

Not you

Hold or mis carriage on your own

Or the matters of facts

Or you may know a guy

Could be a group of ‘em

The treasures of greatest now

Our Leaders

Keep that delivery

Male delivered

Know matter the matters

Know matter the female

Know care for new Mother

They control you and a whole lot of lesbians and trans in what ever biological setting

You

Are not even up with It

You wearing dunce caps

For thee obvious design in Female

Not my choice if I knew what I know before birth

I would have picked male

Give me the prick

It hangs daily

I was born 1974

You have been way older in histories

Always dumped

Dumped upon

You Dumpster as through histories

Ladies

Women

Girls

Female

You can call out different

Well I was born male flaccid but when aroused hard

You’re mostly likely married to a Now Leader

It’s thee offensive

I’m tasting

From my days of

Wash or not

That gave me a 50/50

But leadership wives

You all suck at marriage

You all suck mostly at job

Keep him from killing others

And you failed but have money for spending

All days over and over again

That gash

With power

Over the World

No one see’s

Dripping all day in money Bitches

I’m not really

Ah um ha oh

Not a sexist

I just know of powers smartly not utilized

But the World is as

Well it should of been better already

Who’s the knocked from behind

I live 2024

Don’t get mad at me, I’m 50

I would state

Dumbshits

No matter ur gender

Are you top?

Or Bottom?

Maybe in between?

Depending on years there

The same crisis

Are here now

And females should now have some better kind of male control

But they don’t

Matter of the World

More controlled

Blow me in the morning

Or blow me while I’m eating you

Abuse me in the afternoon

Say you love me in the evening

Then fuck me goodnight

I’m a could be leader

Your job

Was

Now I gotta kill people in war corporate it don’t matter woman

You could’ve made a difference

With in a War in Gaza

Ukraine still goin on

Immigration

Clean water

And leaderships spent its time with

Oh like a Trump

Money can pay for not being here

Ask a Wife?

All problems

A Female

The greatest of Leadership Now

You females in positions

Does your man guide as those woman should?

Whatever gender

You all mostly doing all wrong

Or just continuing

That’s sinister also

See I’m not sexist?

Fucking spouse’s of Leader’s around a Globe

Most know the Globe or is it gloop

Gloop those all whatever sex of lovelies

Beholding our Leadship

Failing

Compromised Upon Earth

Its a WOMAN ‘ s Fault

Man made fallout

to this destruction on the 2024 after Christ years it April late month have you or not missed your period dear female controlled Planet

All men should know when ovulating

Where a period

We may not hate you so much

In your irredisregard

On the Planet

It’s you that control us the Leaders!

Stimulating

Not vibrating news

It’s not about you, Females

It’s for the sakes of all people on the World

The people on the Moon

I don’t think really care

We can’t know what there waiting for

Get it together that’s my whole complaint

I’m a male here on Earth dominated by Men

But I know I feel on the inside and those sitting on the Moon are waiting on same assholes

I don’t want the people of the Moon to come down here to set things straight

What I want wish regard as in this life

Are for these Damn Females too

I’m blaming all outlooks on them

Those so near the leadership

Classes I showed seek

For such talks

Its relative human

Way longer than necessary

Way longer then

Necessarily speaking upon

The greatest of our time now

I’m crying while thinking

I tear so believing

In all Nixon so later characters

He helped them WOW

Whoah

I never wanted to plug her

You What ! say too much!