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schn-tgai-saavik · 2 months ago
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Anyone wanted to see their pyjamas?
I messed up the colouring but just imagine Joanna is in a silk, light blue gown, Saavik's tee-shirt is baseball themed and David has dark blue plaid on his set.
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asameera · 2 years ago
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Chasing after Abe is tiring. Everryone needs a good rest!
I drew this after the bot from the discord asked me to! ^^
"Draw something where Mullock is feeling tired, in a rainbow color scheme."
And voilà!
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jsprnt · 1 year ago
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Americano PT. 4 | Jude Bellingham x Reader
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What happens if two individuals who absolutely despise each other are forced to interact after unforeseen events occur?
A/N: thank u guys for waiting and having patience! enjoy reading <3
W/C: 4.092
part three
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"I'm craving a late-night dessert."
I lazily text Luis, shifting on my hotel room bed in Girona. The minimalist interior helping my mind rest after the very hectic and stressful day.
The match against Girona FC was a blazing success with a 3-0 win for us, and what better way to celebrate than having good food?
My eyes widen slightly at the message popping up on the screen, reading Luis' response quickly.
"Meet me at the restaurant in twenty."
I immediately plant my feet down on the floor, sliding the hotel slippers on. Hurriedly having to put on something appropriate since my pyj wouldn't cut it. Rummaging through my small suitcase, I grab my just-in-case slip dress. I would always pack a dress for situations exactly like these. Thankfully, it hadn't wrinkled that much, still looking acceptable enough to be worn out.
I pull the dress over my frame, checking it out in the mirror. Fixing my appearance a bit, for once glad I was too lazy to remove my makeup.
I grab my phone and keycard, walking out of my hotel room. My sandals clicking against the marble floor and echoing throughout the spacious hallway.
I press the elevator button, scrolling through my phone as I wait for the elevator to travel up to my floor. The doors open a moment later with a small noise. I raise my head, ready to step forward, watching the doors slide open patiently, but freeze when I see Vinicius and Jude stand in the elevator.
Both men are dressed up to some extent. Vini just wearing a white T-shirt, while Jude is dressed in a gray cardigan.
It wasn't even that cold..
"Hi?" I greet, trying to keep my facial expression neutral, stepping inside reluctantly. My eyes darting over to the panel of buttons.
"Hey, where are you going?" Vini asks, and at that moment I see the restaurant button already lit up.
"The restaurant- like you guys?"
"Celebrating tonight's win, some others are joining us as well."
"Really? No curfew tonight?"
"We got an exception." He winks, making me chuckle.
"Oh, that's nice!" I comment, leaning against the elevator wall. The conversation quieting down and becoming slightly more awkward. Jude's annoying and negative energy pissing me off a bit.
"You're going alone?" I hear a moment later, my eyes darting back to Vini.
"No, I'm meeting Luis there. He's on a different floor."
The elevator suddenly stops at a different level, the doors sliding open to reveal a family of four. A mother and father, guiding their very tired-looking children into the small space.
I exchange a smile with the mom, stepping aside to make room for them. Cringing when my hand makes accidental contact with Jude's leg. I immediately fold my arms up in disgust, trying to shuffle a couple centimeters away from him.
An awkward silence surrounds us again, the minute or two it takes for the elevator to arrive feeling like hours at this point.
We finally arrive at our floor after the family gets off to their level. The restaurant has beautiful outside seating. Pretty green trees and plants decorating the area nicely. I can hear Vini and Jude walking right behind me as I walk closer towards the seating area.
My eyes catch Luis sitting with some players. Watching carefully, I realize they had already combined multiple tables. Making it a table for ten.
So, now I have to sit with all of these men, as the only woman?
I enjoyed the company of all of these men except one, but still- I just wanted my little dessert and go to bed.
I notice only three chairs being available, all across from Luis.
"Hi guys." I greet, looking at them. I slide my chair back to sit right across from Luis, both of us sitting at the end of our table. The other players greeting and welcoming us nicely.
I adjust my dress as I sit down, hearing the scrape of the chair next to me. I look up, staring right at Jude's side profile.
I bite back a sigh and look away, my eyes skimming the table.
"Is everyone going to enjoy their orange juice?" I joke, knowing they weren't allowed to drink tonight, nor was it encouraged.
I hear a couple grumbles and laugh, looking over at Luis.
"What are you getting?" I ask as he hands me the menu. I flip all the way to the back, finding the dessert category.
"Crema catalana, and I'm still thinking about my drink."
I hum, continuing to mentally debate on what I should get, eyes roaming over all of the delicious-sounding desserts.
After much overthinking, I decide to order a classic cheesecake, along with a virgin mojito. I look around to find a waiter, one finally catching my eye. I raise my hand to call him over, allowing the others to order first, fidgeting with my necklace while I wait for my turn.
I look up at the waiter when he starts speaking in English, realizing Jude is ordering and it’s my turn next.
"What would the beautiful lady like?" He says, not switching back to Spanish for some reason. I give him an awkward smile, quickly giving my order.
The waiter isn't necessarily bad-looking or anything, he's alright, just visibly not my age.
Way older for sure.
He repeats my order to me, and I try to listen intently, noticing his eyes flicker to my chest. I nod in confirmation when he's done, reluctantly handing him the menu when his ogling of my chest intensifies. I don’t miss the creepy spine chilling smirk he gives me, but I give him a blank face, not entertaining his bullshit.
I exhale when he finally leaves, shifting in my chair. Trying to calm my annoyance.
"You okay?" Luis asks, glancing at me concerned. His shoe making contact with mine.
"I'm okay. I'll go to the restroom for a moment." I whisper, grabbing my phone off the table and getting up.
I walk into the restroom. The beige and dark gray decorated space looking gorgeous, especially with the nice lighting.
I get to the sink and wash my hands to refresh myself. Deciding to take a couple pictures. I had noticed that I barely had good pictures of myself on these short trips. I definitely had to remember to capture these moments more often.
After spending a good five minutes snapping tens, or maybe even hundreds, of pictures, I realize I had to head back to our table.
I mentally prepare myself, trying to suppress the feeling of wanting to punch the waiter square in the jaw.
Can a woman wear a pretty dress and not be made uncomfortable by a man for once?
The guys I was with did not say one thing or did not look at me in a weird way at all. So, why did the stupid waiter have to ruin my mood?
I take a deep breath, open the restroom door, and walk back to our table. Conversations and jokes being made in full motion put me in a better mood, and I get an idea.
"Guys, let me take a picture of you all." I suggest, seeing some of them look up. Voices of agreement being spoken.
"Whose phone should I use?" I ask, going to stand at the head of the table. Jude handing his phone to me. Realizing he must've understood my question.
I decide to not say anything and just take the phone, snapping some very nice, memorable photos.
"Take a selfie! You need to be in it as well." I hear Brahim urge, his arm wrapped around Antonio's.
I nod, flipping to the front camera, positioning the phone so everyone can be seen properly, and take a few more pictures. Finishing up, I hand the phone back to Jude, going to sit down again.
After indulging in numerous conversations, our orders finally arrive, brought by the same waiter as before. I'm aware he can't bring all orders at once, so I wait patiently, watching him hand out a couple orders at a time.
As expected, my order comes last. The waiter places my cheesecake in front of me, my eyes follow the delicious, creamy dessert-
SPLASH!
I feel ice cubes and cold liquid spill all over me.
There is no fucking way this just happened to me...
This had to be on purpose, because there is no way.
My eyes and mouth go as wide as dishes. I look down at my wet dress, drenched in my mojito. Broken shards of glass now on the floor, next to my feet.
The entire table goes quiet, and I suddenly want to be buried alive.
Is this real life right now?
I look up at the waiter, watching him scramble for the handkerchief in his back pocket. I'm still frozen, in shock as his hand inches closer to me. To my horror, he starts dabbing and rubbing the damn cloth on my drenched chest.
Absolutely not, this couldn't be real...
I snap out of it, realizing this man was touching my body, and open my mouth to curse him out until a hand grips at the waiter's wrist. I can practically see it turn white until it's pushed away from my proximity with a scary strength.
"Don't touch her."
I hear an unusually deep, calm voice say and immediately know who it belongs to.
I don't even dare to look his way, whether it's because I'm so fucking embarrassed or- no I was absolutely horrified.
I watch the waiter clutch his wrist, trying to look as unbothered by the pain as possible, as he starts spewing millions of apologies to an enraged Jude.
"Don't apologize to me! You touched her!" He says loudly, gesturing to me. Frustration painted all over his face.
Oh shit
No way, he just defended me
I finally gather the courage to look at him, forgetting all of my words completely as I watch the situation unfold. Along with Jude, the entire table erupts in voices of disagreement. All of them practically ganging up on the waiter.
The waiter’s expression falters again as a string of more apologies leave his mouth. I can't help but just stare at him, unable to say or do anything.
"Can we see the manager?" I hear Antonio say, beginning to usher the waiter away.
The waiter finally leaves to collect the manager, and I look down at my body, uncomfortably starting to wipe away at the sticky residue of the sweet beverage left on my skin.
Talk about a mess.
Luis stands up from his chair, coming to help me as I can hear soft murmurs coming from the rest of the table. Hearing curse words in multiple languages mumbled underneath their breath.
I do hear a couple reassuring words, female staff members coming to help me out. After a couple of minutes of trying to clean myself off in the restroom, I finally walk back. Feeling much better and cleaner, though still in shock.
A damn late-night snack suddenly turned into whatever this mess was...
When I sit down, I notice three empty chairs, realizing both Jude, Brahim, and Antonio are gone. I look at Luis, shooting him a questioning look.
"They went to the manager, to you know what.."
I didn't know what 'you know what' meant, but I imagine it wouldn't be good for the creepy waiter.
It doesn't take long before they return to their seats, along with a nicely dressed older man. He makes instant eye contact with me, introducing himself as the manager before apologizing for the incident and offering for the table’s bill to be dropped.
That was the least of my worries. I was sitting at a table full of men earning millions every year, the bill wasn't an issue.
"I understand mistakes happen, your staff should be more careful next time." I begin, using elaborate hand gestures as I speak to him, trying to convey my frustration.
At this point, I had given up on my anger, just wanting it to be over with so I could finish my dessert and go back to my room.
"I'm just glad it wasn't anything hot, but really, I urge you get your staff in check. Doesn't really do well with the image of your establishment..." I state, throwing my hands up and raise a brow.
"Again, I apologize on behalf of our staff and establishment. Is there any way we could make it up to you? We already have your drink replacement on the way."
I open my mouth to speak, though I get distracted by a murmur coming from my right.
"Just fire the fuckin' creep, mate.."
I keep my facial expression neutral, pretending I didn't hear it, and continue speaking with the manager.
"No, truly, just a replacement for the drink is alright.." I wave my hand in rejection.
A couple minutes later, a waitress comes up to our table, handing me another drink. I thank her quickly, informing her of my appreciation.
We all return to our fun conversations after I reassure everyone that I'm a hundred percent alright. The mood picks up quite fast when the guys started talking about something funny that had happened in the changing room today.
I finally finish my well-deserved dessert, sipping on the last bits of my drink as I continue to listen to the guys.
I suddenly feel a gust of wind passing me, making me shiver a bit. The weather had definitely gotten way colder as it became later in the night.
I hear a scoff next to me at my reaction, and look in the direction of the noise. I raise my brows, puzzled, as Jude starts shrugging his cardigan off. The rest of the table still distracted by a story being told by Vini.
I freeze at his sudden movement, seeing him inch the cardigan over my back. His arms surround me as I watch him drape the cardigan onto my shoulders. His body very close to mine. His hands go up to close the cardigan, buttoning up the first two buttons.
My eyes travel from his hands to his face, not uttering a single word to him. Eyes widening when he leans to whisper in my ear.
"You're insufferable." He whispers to me, pulling back and looking away, his attention going back to Vinicius.
I smirk at the comment, somehow being glad he was being snarky. I adjust the cardigan a bit, looking at the back of his head.
"That's all you." I murmur quietly.
"Shut up." He mutters, finishing his drink, not glancing at me any further.
I stifle back a chuckle, returning my attention to the banter as well.
I felt insanely grateful for the normalcy for a moment, which with Jude was rare- if not never happened.
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"What the fuck is this man even talking about?"
I groan, fighting the urge to bash my head against my keyboard. I was fifteen minutes into my lecture, not understanding a single word my professor had said. I was really impatient, and two times speed wasn't helping either.
I had finally sent in my stress-inducing essay. Now having to catch up on two 45-minute lectures. I found the plane ride to be a very good place to catch up, since it was almost three hours long from Girona back to Madrid. Though, I had forgotten to consider that I was running on minimal hours of sleep after last night’s turn of events.
"What are you whining about now? I'm trying to sleep here." I hear Luis mumble, turning my head to watch him pull his blanket down to reveal his face.
"Sorry, it's just this lecture I need to catch up on." I mumble, returning my attention back to my laptop screen and restarting the lecture. I adjust my grip on my pen and begin taking notes. Hoping I could understand my professor the second time around.
I hear some commotion and laughter in the back of the plane. Not wanting to get distracted, I raise the volume of my lecture, trying to focus completely.
My efforts are finally rewarded when I understand most of the information this time, sighing in relief as the first lecture ends.
"I am a genius." I mutter to myself. My ego was completely boosted now, and no one could tell me otherwise.
Or so I thought…
I instantly hear a loud laugh and look up, confused. I take out my earbuds and look to my right, Jude standing next to me.
Yeah, forget whatever happened yesterday, normal Jude had returned.
"What are you doing here? Don't you have a restroom in the back of the plane?" I ask, fake-smiling at him.
"It's occupied, so I went to this one here." He states, arms crossed against his chest.
"Why are you bothering me then?"
"I heard the most outrageous words leave your mouth, couldn't help myself."
"Can you just let me listen to my lecture now if you're done?"
"What lecture?"
"Law lecture.."
"You study law?" He asks, bewildered. His hand inching closer as he snatches my precious notebook from my table and starts inspecting it.
"I do." I reply, scowling and reaching to get my notebook back.
"Because of your dad?"
"Maybe..." I respond, confused by the number of questions he's asking.
"Think you'd put me in jail rather than saving me from it."
"Well, fuck around and find out." I retort, getting even more annoyed. Our conversation gets interrupted by Eduardo before it gets too heated.
"What are you guys fighting about?" He asks, looking at us, way too amused for my liking.
"Her lecture." He says, pointing at my screen.
"Do you know she studies law?"
I watch Eduardo nod, his hand coming to rest on my shoulder.
"She’s our club’s future lawyer." He jokes, winking at me and patting my shoulder as I crack a smile at his words.
I hear Jude scoff, mumbling an annoyed 'whatever' as he goes to sit back in his seat.
"Is he okay?" I ask, wondering why he looked so pissed.
"He's fine. Just in a bad mood, I think." He replies, telling me he'll go back to his seat.
I nod, giving him a small wave before starting my second lecture.
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"Right, but I don't think this could work. We have had great engagement since the beginning of the season, switching up our posting schedule would not have a positive impact- in my opinion."
We'd been in our monthly meeting with the marketing and PR team, and it was practically sucking the life out of me. Especially, with Valeria's stupid idea. I had no choice but to say something about it, because no one else looked like they dared to.
"Then- let's take the democratic approach. Who's in favor of changing the schedule?" Hugo suggests, looking around the room.
My eyes dart around the room, seeing some of Valeria's minions raise their hands. Thankfully, they aren't the majority.
"Okay, well, that tells us enough. Sorry, Valeria." Hugo chirps up, resting his forearms on the table.
I watch her face crumple up into a fake smile, and her gaze averts to me.
"Well, if that's what everyone thinks, It's fine."
"Then that concludes the meeting. Let's keep this up until the end of the year!"
I hold back a sigh of relief, glancing at Lina and Luis as they give me the exact same bored look.
"Come on." I urge, grabbing my laptop and folders. The three of us walking out of the meeting room and back to our desks.
"What are you guys going to do tonight?" I ask, grabbing a piece of gum from my desk and throwing the pack at Luis.
"Thanks! I think I'll just go to bed early. My sleeping schedule is messed up." He says, handing the pack to Lina.
"I'm celebrating my boyfriend's birthday. Fancy dinner, all of that stuff." She says, finally handing the pack to me, prompting me to put it away in my drawer.
"Really? How nice!” I comment, turning to Luis.
“Where’s your bird, old man-”
I begin, but I am rudely stopped by Luis' hand clamping over my mouth.
"We don’t talk about that." He says, his palm still on my face. I grab his wrist to take his hand off me, scoffing.
"I don't have any siblings, so you should step up and make me the bougie aunt-"
His hand clamps over my mouth again, making me sigh against it. Hearing Lina laugh at our antics.
"Don't say anything else."
I shake my head in response, grabbing his wrist again. "I won't." I mutter, having difficulty hiding the smile on my face due to how annoyed he looks.
"I have to leave, only way I can get ready on time." I hear Lina say, watching her collect her handbag.
"I'll leave with you- are you staying longer?" Luis asks, glancing at me, also beginning to pack his items.
"Yeah, I have something to do." I say, my eyes darting to the gray cardigan that is draped over the back of my chair.
They both leave the office minutes later, leaving me to tidy up my desk. I pack up my bag and don't forget to grab the cardigan as I make my way down.
I glance around when I walk down the flight of stairs, trying to find someone who would know Jude’s whereabouts. Finally, may I catch Brahim walking out of the restroom.
"Have you seen Jude?" I ask, walking up to him. My heavy bag resting on my shoulder as the cardigan is draped over my arm.
"He's in break-room three. Why are you asking?" He asks, raising a questioning brow at me and reaching up to fix his hair.
"I have to give him something."
I notice a slight change in his expression at my words, a small smile forming on his lips.
"What's with that look?" I ask, raising my own brow.
"Nothing, you should go. Don't want to miss him, do you?" He replies, his eyes going down to the cardigan in my hand.
I stare at him for a second, puzzled by his reply, but decide to ignore it.
"See you tomorrow, then." I say, waving to him as I walk up to the break room.
I reach over to the door handle, but retract my hand as the door is already opened by a familiar man, a huge suitcase behind him.
Wasn't this that one famous Instagram barber?
"Oh, sorry, is Jude in here?"
The man immediately steps aside, revealing Jude, sitting there in the chair, his hair definitely freshly cut.
The man leaves without speaking a word, leaving me standing there in the doorway.
"Didn't you already get your hair cut last week?" I ask, my voice loud, as I walk into the room instead of standing in the doorway.
I watch him stand up from his chair, his phone in his hand. It looked like I interrupted his photo shoot.
"I need to look good, obviously." He mutters, finally looking at me. His face crumpling with irritation.
"For what? The girls that run away when they find out how annoying you are?" I say, looking displeased.
Jude rolls his eyes, huffing, before looking away.
"Why are you even here?" He breathes out, voice thick with an unwelcoming tone.
"Oh- here." I mutter, remembering why I was there. I extend the cardigan to him, seeing his eyes soften for a moment.
"I washed it as well. Checked the label and everything." I add, my tone relaxed.
"Thank you." He finally says, folding the cardigan and throwing it over his shoulder.
A thank you? That was new.
We both stare at each other for a while, not knowing what to say next to one another.
I wanted to thank him for what happened back in Girona, but my ego and pride were holding me back like a dam holding back water.
A civilized conversation was something that never happened between us. Causing our silence to be even more awkward.
"Okay, that's all. I'm leaving." I finally say, shoving my hand in my pocket as I begin marching up to the door. Not looking back when I hear his phone ring loudly.
He answers the call quickly, and I sigh in relief, finally walking out of the break room, excited to go home.
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spicyvampire · 2 months ago
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Yo the funniest AI thing happened to me in class today, lemme change into my pyj before I spill it tho
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brnomycity · 11 months ago
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astronomical clock
more like astronomical co-
Brněnský pyj je pýcha našeho města a všichni jsme obohacení jeho existencii.
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sloubs · 16 days ago
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elle m'a déçue de ouf l'interview d'aa là, rien de nouveau sous le soleil j'ai rien appris, le gars répète 36 fois les mêmes choses à propos des 3 mêmes sujets qui tournent en boucle, le seul truc un peu inédit c'est que 1) arthur sera en pyj dans kv2 et 2) y aura des scènes subaquatiques dans une espèce de sous-marin bizarre
voilà
et sa mère l'emmerde aussi, accessoirement
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postsofbabel · 12 days ago
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xenomayhem · 5 months ago
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PAJAMAFEM
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ID will be added later /srs, we're just tired rn
A xenogender for when someone's gender identity is, relates to, or is connected to pajamas in any way, and is also feminine
Reasons why an individual may use this term:
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The individual's gender identity is, relates to, or is connected to pajamas and femininity
The individual's gender identity is, relates to, or is connected to putting on pajamas, as well as femininity
The individual's gender identity is, relates to, or is connected to an aspect of pajamas, for example, the fluffiness of pajamas, or any other aspect, and femininity
The individual's gender identity is, relates to, or is connected to both pajamas and femininity seperately
The individual identifies as pajamas in some other way (for example: being objectkin of it) and it affects their otherwise feminine gender identity in any way
Any other reason you can think of!
Pronoun ideas (optional, of course!)
Any fem pronouns
paj/pajs/pajself
pyj/pyjs/pyjself
comfy/comfys/comfyself
sleep/sleeps/sleepself
🛌/🛌s/🛌self
🛏️/🛏️s/🛏️self
💤/💤s/💤self
😴/😴s/😴self
tagging: @radiomogai Link to masculine alternate version: Pajamamasc
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mamapyjama · 2 years ago
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This latest chapter got me thinking about this damn quote about amputations and cross-sections in a Horikoshi interview from December 2019. Oh and by the way, this is the same interview where he talks about deciding to have Deku and Bakugou’s stories intertwine rather than have them develop separately. 🤔
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And what has he drawn repeatedly since then? Amputated arms. And legs. And flesh burned to the bone. And open-heart surgery.
Horikoshi is showing us over and over again that being serialised in a shounen magazine will NOT STOP him from drawing and writing exactly whatever the hell he wants (laughs).
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It’s such a weird thing to single out as an uncrossable line, just to then repeatedly and meticulously cross. I’m definitely overthinking again but I find it reassuring that he’s not restricted at all by the genre/demographic his manga is being sold within. He’s testing his editors, his magazine and publisher and his audience, pushing the boundaries of what’s acceptable in a flagship Shonen Jump property.
And just for the avoidance of doubt—yes, I think he’s going to do whatever the hell he likes with his main characters too, even if that means crossing the apparently uncrossable line that says a shounen mc can’t be gay.
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buzzyb33 · 1 year ago
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Quiet night in.
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Prompt: After Josh has been away on a cheap v expensive video for 4 days, then having to stay for another 4 due to the flight delaying Y/n is feeling rather touched starved as not many of her close friends live in London, so when josh got back he found her to be rather clingy.
Warnings: swearing, mentions of smut,
“Ah shit- behz, I have stuff booked-“ Josh scoffs as he looks at Ethan.
“Mate- I can’t do anything about it, and it’s a bit hard finding a flight or flights from Poland to anywhere in the uk at all- so-“ he rambles on as josh rolls his eyes and looks at JJ and Tobi who both look pissed.
An hour later they have some news on their flights.
“Listen- I’m sorry lads but the best it seems like I can do is Tuesday night.” Ethan says, irritation present in his tone.
“Ah fuck off! Tuesday?” JJ shouts.
Josh runs his hands through his hair and sighs, picking up his phone to call Y/n. On the second ring she answers.
“Hey josh! I’m just finishing this recording, are you on your way back?” His girlfriends cheery tone fills his ears.
“Uh- no sorry n/n- I’m- my flights been delayed and I hate to say it but- it’s until Tuesday night.” He says.
“What? Uh- alright.. I hate when these things happen.. I- I’ll see you then, love you.” She says softly.
“Yeah- love you too..”
That night josh went to bed sour while Y/n went to bed disappointed.
The next couple of days she deep cleaned the house and took her mind off her fiancés absence.
When he finally got back to England he was in a better mood as he booked an Uber.
He arrived back at 3 in the morning and he expected Y/n to be fast asleep so when he silently got back into the house and left his bags by the door, he was surprised to see Shameless USA playing on the TV as she sat wrapped in a blanket, eating ice cream.
She still hadn’t noticed him when he leaned down and wrapped his arms around her waist to which she yelled.
“Ah! Josh! You’re back!” She says as she puts her ice cream down and turns to face him.
He smiles tiredly and she wraps her arms around his neck and hugs him tightly, her breasts pressing against his chest as she buries her nose into the nape of his neck.
“I’ve missed you.” She said in a squeaky, surprised tone as he placed his hands underneath her thighs and lifted her off the ground.
“I’ve missed you too.. why are you awake so late?” He says as he starts to carry her into the bedroom, turning the TV off and leaving the almost empty ice cream tub.
“I- couldn’t sleep.” She says gently as he settle her into bed.
She smiles up at him as he pulls his shirt off and leaves his shorts on.
She was wearing a extra large sidemen SpongeBob top as she smiled.
He smiled back as he climbed next to her, letting his cold hands go under her shirt and resting on her abdomen as she shivered and brought her back further into his chest.
“I’ve missed you josh..” she says as she turns to face him, tracing shapes on his chest.
“I’ve missed you too, n/n” he replies as he rests his chin on her head.
The next morning, he wakes up to his fiancés fingers tracing his bare chest in non rhythmic patterns with a small smile, her hollow dimples showing slightly.
He smiles and tightens his grip on her waist.
“Morning..” his rough morning voice almost whispered.
She looked up at him and kissed his lips gently, her other hand now in his cheek.
He tightened his arms around her waist and rests his chin on her head.
She nuzzles herself into his chest further as she inhales his scent.
They just held each other for around two hours before she sat up and kissed his lips, to which he reincorporated— which lead to a make out session which lead to love-filled sex.
Her eyes were now closed again as she lay her head on his bare chest, her face bright red.
“Do- you wanna order some food, n/n?” He asks as his hand runs through her hair.
“Yeah- I don’t mind what you get- I’m going to have a shower.” She smiles as she sits up and kissed his lips again.
After her shower, she changes into some Christmas pyjamas (November is Christmas time) and sits next to Josh on their bed, it was currently 1pm so she assumed her ordered sandwiches or something.
When the food got here- she was proven right when he handed me a New York deli.
That afternoon, we just leaned on each other and watched shows, Allen and laughed, her arm never leaving his, kisses on his cheeks and hands on his hair, she held onto him with such sincerity he was glad he had her.
That night, they spoke till early hours, holding each other tightly.
“Love you josh..” she said gently as they nuzzled each other.
“I love you too, n/n.” He says as he kisses her forehead.
They slept and held each other, the next morning also starting the same way as the previous one, it was clear how much she missed him.
A/n: I don’t know about this one, it doesn’t have as much as regularity!! (I need to work on POV changes bro 😭) hope you enjoyed!!
@ace-call-me-what-youd-like I’ll try get the James fic out soon! Sorry for the wait!
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mittenskittensslay · 4 months ago
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Hi sweetie ! Oh my god i think i forgot to do an ask yesterday i was so down and in a mental breakdown that i pass my day in bed in my duck pyj and sleep a lot im so sorry for that sweetie ! I hope everything going good for you love ! Now for an ask its maybe strange but im curious ! What is the perfect date for you ? (Yes i maybe use this on you one day no i dont do this on purpose because i had no idea but i love to give the best for people i love) yes i know its unusual but im still curious about this ! Good morning darling and had a wonderful day sweetie
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Hi dear! It's totally ok, darling! Take all the time you need! Oh, are you ok? I'm sorry to hear that! :( I hope you're feeling better now! Sorry wasn't able to respond sooner, I didn't manage to go on Tumblr yesterday but I can now! 😊 Yes, I'm great thanks, love 😊 Ahaha, I'm the same, I wanna give the best to the people i love too! Well, I don't have a specific perfect date exactly! It could be anything! Coffee, or a movie, or staying in and chilling with duck onesies, dinner is perhaps a bit more formal, but I'm open it the idea you said about exploring in the first or the beach after a drink! What about you? I'm also curious! Maybe I'll use this one you also one day 😊 No, it's ok, you can ask! Good morning and good night to you too, sweetie! Thanks, you too, have a wonderful day, hon! 😊
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llycaons · 3 months ago
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I don't really know the point of showing how shallow and petty and jealous all the adult bullies are. yeah their interpersonal relationships are combative and insubstantial and they're overly concerned with appearance and wealth. we get it
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phyllapomme · 5 months ago
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Tadaaa !! The last drawing of my twst oc in pyjs !!
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elderflowergin · 6 months ago
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Heya, how are you? I hope that you are well. I've been looking at your The Glory tag, and I love your commentary on the show. Firstly, Jung Sung Il elevated the show and I loved his chemistry with SHK. I feel like he elevated and she had to as well. Their scenes are electric. Maybe it's their ages, and he kind matched her level of maturity. Don't know. Anyway, enough about that. I think what I kind of wanted to discuss, and maybe a narrative that would've made the show a little bit more high stakes is what if PYJ had changed? What if she had recognized the error in the person she had been and changed from that. And the others too, maybe not all of them but some. I wonder if DongEun's anger would have burned as much. How far would her pursuit go? I think a part of the reason she went ahead anyway was seeing that these people hadn't changed at all. So in that, she felt justified, but I am curious, what if PYJ had genuinely apologised, would the show have explored the path of forgiveness. Because people do change. They do sometimes regret the misses of their past. So I wonder, I haven't seen anyone kind of ask that question. I feel like the show was a bit cathartic in some way, and the thing about revenge is that it lasts only that moment, and doesn't change or make up for the years DongEun lost. Nothing ever will. I'm sorry for rambling in your inbox. Have a lovely day further.
Hello Anon! I hope you’re well and thank you for asking that interesting question. What happens if PYJ is indeed regretful for her past acts? I think you’re absolutely right in that Dong-eun’s rage was fueled by their relative indifference to what they’d done. For her it was the end of her life as she’d known it; for them it was just another day in a life full of impunity. I think she (canonically??) kept tabs on them and concluded that none of them had changed and in fact only got worse as a group, with a rotating cast of hapless victims.
I don’t think there’s a story if Park Yeon-jin is apologetic - at least not the revenge saga Kim Eun-sook wanted to write. It would be an interesting story to write but it would need a far more nuanced hand. And I don’t think culturally there is an interest in watching rehabilitation? This is just a guess but if bullying is rampant and largely not dealt with by institutions, social catharsis can only come from this sort of vengeance/vigilante justice.
I hope that kind of answered your question! Do let me know what you thought of the show.
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uuranusss · 1 year ago
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new pyj
do you like it?
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mydyspraxiablog · 12 days ago
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Having dyspraxia with out no caring I be little slip movment with leaf on pavement hold so didn't fall floor even today when rubish for art just almost did sliding that remaining of sliding class in the past. I bit worry about put Meat in sandwich rember Roy eat chicken sandwich in hot car and almost die off food posion . So won't take meats sandwich because have walk to New Northfield centre do art and knitting missing soup felt like was miss lunch but make my self soft cheese and oat biscuits and bar but 230pm felt sleep tide keep myself wake was difficult but 3.30pm brought soup maker recipe back with I had ham sandwich and mug tea was ready for dancing and not good dance but dyspraxia can't be good dyspraxia because hidden disabilities. I went home feeling bit tide fall sleep on sofa after PyJ but worry after mum die there no will and do want visit Georgina but never in if me everybody be welcome 5o mum funeral on 11 April 8t sisters don't want anybody because want Sale tricket bit think there upset because mum didn't do will so how long can living in this house? I worry about caring look after me have forget what said in farms other things too hurt in past eve on my own 101 bus Morsion
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