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gotham--fc · 5 hours

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Avergonyit - An Alexia Putellas Imagine

Not requested, just a little idea I had as I emerge from my woho brainrot and get back into woso

R moves to Barcelona and tries to learn Catalan, what happens when she hears her girlfriend Alexia teasing her about her pronunciation with the team?

I don't speak Spanish or Catalan so I apologize if anything's incorrect I did my best

It probably wasn’t the best idea, moving to Barcelona without knowing any Spanish. Y/N hadn’t planned on transferring, but when Barca Femini makes an offer, well, it’s not like Y/N could refuse. It all happened very quickly, the offer coming towards the end of the transfer window, not leaving Y/N much time to prepare. It really was only a few weeks between the offer coming in, and Y/N landing in Barcelona. She’s extremely grateful that the team got everything set up for her in Barcelona, so Y/N didn’t have to worry about trying to find an apartment or any of those things during the whirlwind of packing and moving across the globe to a place she’s never been.

Needless to say, Y/N’s Spanish was very bad, at least at first. It was a challenge, trying to find her way to the training centre, the nearest grocery store, when she’s not able to ask anyone for directions. Add on that most people speak Catalan anyway, any rudimentary Spanish Y/N could muster didn’t do much for her.

It got easier, the longer she’s here. The team speaks a mixture of Spanish and Catalan, but most speak English too, or at least enough English that Y/N can talk to them. She picks up words and phrases, mostly football terms, since that’s what she hears most often. She’s able to understand what the coaches yell at the team on the field, most of the time, and she finds the areas of the city where people speak English and she’s settles in as well as she can.

What really helps her settle in is the team. Y/N bonds with the other non-Spanish players, them being the first ones she could really speak to without needing someone to translate everything. As time goes on, Y/N finds herself gravitating towards Alexia more and more.

Alexia, as captain, took it upon herself to make sure Y/N was settling in well, and the two hang out outside of training as Alexia gives Y/N a tour of the city and takes her out to her favourite restaurants and coffee shops. The more and more they hang out, the more and more it stops feeling like a captain trying to help a new teammate settle in. Y/N isn’t really sure what to make of it, she knows the ways she’s starting to feel about Alexia, but she’s not sure about Alexia’s feelings.

Things really shift after a tough game, a hard fought win, when the team, despite all being exhausted and sore, decide to go out to a club after. Y/N’s having fun, laughing and dancing with her teammates, and she takes a quick break from the dancefloor to get a drink from the bar. She’s sipping her drink, watching her teammates, when a body slides up next to her.

“Hola carinyet,” Alexia says. Y/N smiles as she turns to Alexia. She’s asked before what the nickname means, but Alexia just smiled and told her not to worry about it.

“Hola Ale,” Y/N says.

“Very good,” Alexia says, “Soon you will be speaking Catalan better than me.”

“I just said hello,” Y/N says. She notices suddenly that both her and Alexia have been leaning towards each other and now Y/N can clearly smell the scent of Alexia’s perfume. Y/N’s distracted by it that she misses what Alexia says next. She zones back in as Alexia laughs and places her hand on Y/N’s arm.

“Do you want to get some air?” Alexia asks. Y/N nods. She quickly downs the rest of her drink and follows Alexia outside.

The air is cool, much cooler than it was inside and Y/N shivers involuntarily. Alexia leans casually on the wall, watching Y/N with a look of amusement.

“What?” Y/N asks.

“Nothing, ets bonica.”

“I don’t know what that means,” Y/N says.

“Vull fer-te un petó,” Alexia says in response.

“Ale…” Y/N whines, “Stop bullying me, you know I don’t know what that means.”

“It means,” Alexia takes Y/N’s hand and tugs her closer, “I want to kiss you. Is that okay, carinyet?”

“Oh.” Y/N breathes, surprised. Alexia doesn’t falter, stays where she is, the same easy confident look on her face as Y/N processes her words. “Yeah. Yeah. You can.”

“Bona.”

After that kiss, and the next morning where Y/N woke up with a hangover in Alexia’s bed, they’ve been inseparable. They’ve been dating ever since and Y/N couldn’t be happier. Alexia makes her feel so happy and content and loved. They’ve had a few bumps along the way, but nothing very serious and nothing that isn’t fixed easily.

“Hola lovebirds,” Mapi says as she and Ingrid walk into the locker room. Alexia rolls her eyes and Y/N sticks her tongue out.

“She’s in some kind of mood today,” Ingrid says as she sets her things down in her locker.

“Don’t act like you don’t love it amor,” Mapi says.

Y/N smiles as she listens to her teammates. She really loves it here and she loves listening to her teammates tease Mapi and Ingrid for being grossly adorable. That, and whenever they tease Mapi they don’t tease Y/N and Alexia.

“Ale?” Y/N says while the team is semi distracted, “What do you want to do, uh, després de la pràctica?”

Since they started dating, Y/N has been trying to learn Catalan. It’s a slow process, but she has managed to pick up a lot of words and phrases and ‘after practice’ is one of them. Y/N speaks Catalan more at home when it’s just her and Alexia, mostly because she’s still not confident in her skills. She’s trying to speak it more with the others, but she still can’t do more than basic sentences.

Before Alexia can answer, Mapi snorts.

“‘Després de la pràctica’” Mapi says, “A pronunciació no és important per a tu, Ale?”

“Està massa ocupada amb altres coses,” Patri says, wagging her eyebrows.

“What are they saying?” Y/N asks Alexia. Alexia hesitates in answering.

“Hey Y/N,” Mapi says, “Can you tell me what this says?” Mapi turns her phone to Y/N, a word, embarbussament, written in her notes app. It’s not a word Y/N has seen before, and not one Alexia has taught her, but she tries. As she stumbles her way through, the snickers around the room get louder.

“Are you sure you’ve been teaching her Catalan?” Patri says. “She’s worse than CGH.”

“What are you talking about?” Y/N says. Y/N tries to grab Alexia’s arm, but she doesn’t pay attention as she heads over to where Patri and Mapi are sitting and continues joking with them about Y/N’s pronunciation.

Y/N can feel the embarrassment building. The more the laughter builds, the more Y/N feels like crying. She’s been trying her hardest and Alexia has been, until now, so patient with her. Alexia has always praised Y/N for her Catalan, gently correcting her when needed, but always telling her how proud she is that she’s trying. But now, listening to Alexia laugh at her, Y/N wonders if Alexia really is proud of her, or if she just says that to Y/N’s face, and then makes fun of her behind her back. Along with the embarrassment and humiliation she feels, Y/N also feels betrayed. Alexia knows how nervous she is to speak Catalan in front of the team, terrified of making a mistake. Y/N always thought she would Alexia in her corner, no matter what, but now Y/N realizes that was never true.

***

Y/N stops speaking Catalan after that.

She still wants to learn, but after what happened, she can’t bring herself to try again. Alexia keeps asking if she wants to practice her Catalan, but Y/N says no every time. She’s not going to give Alexia anything else to make fun of her about. Y/N starts to distance herself from Alexia. It’s not intentional and not what she wants, but whenever they’re together, Y/N can’t help but remember how she felt hearing Alexia laugh at her.

“Do you want to go out for dinner tonight?” Alexia asks. Y/N shakes her head.

“I’m pretty tired, think I’ll just stay home.”

“I don’t mind staying in,” Alexia says, “We can order something or I can cook something for you, carinyet.”

“If you want to go out, then you should go out. I’m sure you can find someone who wants to grab dinner with you. I’ll be fine.”

“Y/N…”

“Just drop it Alexia,” Y/N says, “Go have fun with your friends, I don’t care.”

Alexia doesn’t go out, she orders food for them both and they eat in silence. Alexia tries to make conversation, but Y/N stays quiet. After they finish eating and cleaning up, Alexia grabs Y/N before she can go sit by herself.

“What is going on? What’s wrong?” Alexia asks. Y/N shakes her head. “Don’t lie to me. I know something is wrong, tell me what’s bothering you.”

“Why?” Y/N mumbles, “So you can go laugh about it with Mapi and Patri later?”

“What?” Alexia says, “What are you talking about? What do they have to do with anything?”

“You were making fun of me!” Y/N says, feeling tears spring to her eyes, “The three of you, you kept making fun of me.”

“When? What are you talking about?”

“You were being mean about how I speak Catalan. You were being mean. I felt so embarrassed,” Y/N can’t stop the tears falling. “I’m trying my best and I know I’m not good and I know I screw up but it’s not like I grew up speaking it like you! You know how nervous I am to speak it and you were mean to me about it.”

“Bebita, we were just teasing. We weren’t trying to be mean.”

“It wasn’t funny!” Y/N takes a shaky breath. “You embarrassed me, Alexia. In front of the whole team. I felt so stupid. I feel so stupid. You keep saying all these things about how proud you are of me and how well I’m doing and then you let everyone make fun of me and you join in yourself!”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were upset,” Alexia says, “I am proud of you and I am impressed by you learning Catalan and I didn’t mean those things I said. I’m sorry I embarrassed you. I didn’t mean to. I love hearing you speak Catalan, mistakes and all, because it shows how dedicated you are. I love getting to share my language and my city and my culture with you. I’m so, so sorry that I ever made you feel like I wasn’t proud of you, or that you are not the most wonderful, and amazing, and caring person I know.”

“It didn’t feel good,” Y/N says, “It made me feel like crap. My girlfriend being so mean to me to her friends, it doesn’t feel good, Ale.”

“I’m sorry,” The longer the conversation goes on, the more distressed Alexia looks. “Please, por favor, what can I do? What can I do to fix this?”

Y/N shrugs. She doesn’t know.

“I promise that I will never make you feel like that again. Every minute of every day I will tell you how amazing you are, and I will never make you feel like you’re not the most incredible person. Te amo, carinyet, t'estimo tant.”

“I really want to believe you,” Y/N says, “I want to move on from this whole thing and forget about it, but I can’t.”

“I’m so sorry, I feel terrible. I hate that I hurt you. I mean it when I say I’ll do anything to make it up to you. I promise I will.”

“I know Ale.”

Y/N finally allows herself to fall into Alexia’s arms, lets her wipe away her tears. She lets Alexia hold her and comfort her and whisper apologies and comforting words in her ear. Y/N doesn’t know how they’ll fix this, but she does know that Alexia will never stop trying to make it right.

#alexia putellas #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas imagine #woso imagines #woso #barca femeni #espwnt

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archangeldyke-all · 3 days

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Ok so I have a bit of a strange idea, so hear me out.

MtF Sevika and reader both with a breeding kink, BUT accidental pregnancy? Whether this takes place in modern au or in the show, and obviously their kid will still be little fucker. Just kinda a funny thought of Sevika and reader being shocked that they’re suddenly expecting a child, especially if they had talked about having a child in the future but not planning for one at the moment if you kinda get the idea. Like Sevika telling reader she’ll breed her and weeks later is actually shocked that she actually gets reader pregnant lol

delicious

men and minors dni

it's not that you guys don't want kids, it's just... never really come up.

you've been married for a year. you suppose this is when most couples would typically start thinking about kids anyways. but... neither of you ever even considered it.

you were both under the impression that you getting pregnant was impossible. sevika's been on estrogen for years, her sperm count is basically zero. and you've been fucking unprotected since you started dating-- never had any pregnancy scares.

but this morning you woke up feeling... weird.

and when sevika came home from the grocery store with a box of pads for you, you realized that you were a week late.

when sevika had left to go to the gym, you sprinted to the closest pharmacy and back home. and now you're here, on your toilet, staring down at a little plus sign.

you scoff. "what the fuck?" you whisper at the test in your hand, bewildered.

...maybe you shouldn't be surprised. with the way you and sevika are always fucking, this has been a long time coming. hah, coming.

you chuckle at your own joke, then burst into tears.

sevika finds you on the toilet an hour later, still shaking with intermittent laughs and cries.

"baby?" she asks, running to your side. "what's going on?" she asks.

you just sniffle, and reveal what you're holding to your wife.

she blinks at it, her face blank. you gulp.

"i promise it's yours?" you try to joke. sevika's eyes snap up at you, and for a second you think she might be angry.

then she bursts into laughter.

you relax immediately, melting into her arms as she gathers you up into a hug.

"i fucking did it!" she laughs. you snort into her neck.

"that's not funny--"

"baby-- i've been tryin' to knock you up since our first date--"

"--we didn't fuck on our fir--"

"--and it finally worked!" she squeals. you pull your face away from her chest to blink up at her. she's grinning, vibrating in her skin, breathing like she'd just run a marathon. there are tears in her eyes, and she looks at you with so much love that it nearly blinds you.

before you know what's happening, sevika scoops you up into her arms and marches you to the bedroom. you burst into laughter in her arms.

she sets you down gently, then jumps on top of you, peppering you with kisses. "fuck, you're pregnant, baby. with our baby. holy fuck."

"y-you're okay with it?" you whimper.

sevika freezes, looking more shocked at your question than she did at the pregnancy test. "sweetheart, what do you mea--"

"it's not just kinky dirty talk, sev!" you cut her off, all the panic in your veins finally finding a release. you start to blubber beneath her, overwhelmed, and she re-adjusts until she's holding you to her chest. "it's a kid! i don't-- that-- sevika, i honestly always believed me gettin' pregnant from your dick was just as likely as you gettin' pregnant from mine!" you cry.

she chuckles, kissing up your tears and rubbing circles in your back. "there've been a few times i thought you might've succeeded, y'know." she mumbles. you let out a half-laugh, half-cry, and she continues. "'specially that time you tried that thick blue one out on me for the first time, you remember that night, baby?" she asks.

you groan, in no mood to be distracted by dirty memories but flustered by the reminder nonetheless. sevika kisses your head again.

"c'mon, babe. you never thought about havin' a little kid runnin' around the house with us?" she asks, nuzzling your scalp with her nose.

"course i have." you whisper. "usually when you're cummin' inside me, though."

she laughs. "well, think about it now. and whatever you decide-- whatever, baby-- i'm gonna support you." she promises.

you relax in her arms, breathing in her scent. you know this. sevika'd follow you off a cliff.

"tell me what you think about." you request. "about this imaginary kid of ours runnin' around your head."

you can feel her lips curl into a smile on your scalp. "well... completely hypothetically..." she murmurs, her hand not so subtly travling up your leg to rub small circles on your stomach. you snort. "i think about what they'd look like. i hope they'd have your pretty eyes. that smile of yours." she whispers. "all the little clothes they'd have to wear. gettin' to watch you breastfeed." she says this last part salaciously. you giggle against her. "i think about, y'know, when they're older. readin' to them at bedtime. makin' 'em pancakes every sunday. fuck, getting to curl up around her in this bed with you on the other side..." she trails off.

it's quiet for a few seconds, your smile growing wider by the moment as you picture your wife's words. something warm flops over in your stomach, and you know it's too early to feel anything but it doesn't stop your heart from skipping a beat.

"you said her, on that last one." you mumble after a minute.

"hmm?" sevika asks.

"'y said 'gettin' to curl up around her'." you repeat her words back to her.

sevika just chuckles. "just a hunch." she says. you pull away to look up at her. she grins.

"if i have this one, you have to have the next one." you say.

sevika barks a laugh, and swoops down to kiss you. "deal." she mumbles against your lips.

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#sevika #sevika imagine #sevika arcane #sevika x reader #sevika x you #soft sevika #this wasn't super smutty but it was sweet so i hope that makes up for it hehehe

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weewoo911 · 1 day

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I'm genuinely thinking that we're gonna have a Buck and Eddie confrontation about this whole decision. Because Buck has constantly said this season that he hates lying, especially hates lying to Eddie. And now to see this is going to hurt because not only is Eddie lying to him, he is also lying to Chris and somehow Buck has become part of that. Idk if it'll be like a Grocery Store Fight level but something will definitely come.

I hope so!

I’m seeing some lovely posts about Buck supporting Eddie and I totally agree we should get there BUT FIRST I think Eddie needs his ass handed to him

Buck was totally torn up when he kissed someone else while drunk, said he would “never do that” when Maddie suggests he might be dating a married woman and yeah, was upset at lying to Eddie about Tommy. Honestly I’ll be a little disappointed if we don’t get a buddie verbal smackdown

And Eddie really needs to be kicked out of his delusions. He can’t have a miracle. Shannon is gone. He can’t rewrite their relationship, she wanted out before she died. What he’s doing is totally selfish, and it’s going to hurt everyone involved, probably including Christopher. Plus he has a history of essentially using all his girlfriends. He should absolutely be called out on it. And I hope it’s brutal.

Obviously I want the healing after, but Eddie needs a kick up the ass.

#911 abc #911 spoilers #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #anon asks #answered asks

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sohnric · 2 days

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[TEASER] partners in crime – j. changmin

after a series of unpredictable events, you and ji changmin, the foster kid with a shady reputation, become partners in crime. in a world where every choice has a consequence, you two must decide how far you're willing to go as you balance on the edge of danger with the promise of a better life.

pairing: ji changmin x fem! reader

genre: criminals au. acquaintances to lovers. coming of age, slice of life. angst, hurt/comfort. thief! changmin. partners in crime au (duh). slight high school au. inspired by a real case of robbery in a jewelry store here lmao. also loosely inspired by the kdrama extracurricular!

wc: for the teaser :: 1k || for the full fic :: approx. 32k

warnings: for the teaser :: existential dread, a fake gun, robbery || for the full fic :: mentions of alcoholism and juvenile behavior, swearing, changmin's character is a little inconsistent at first. changmin is a foster child, dysfunctional families, yn's father is absent. mentions of minors going on dates with older men, a man trying to take advantage of the reader, a physical fight (with the use of a knife), more to be added as i edit lmao

SEND AN ASK/COMMENT TO BE ADDED TO THE TAGLIST! Posting when the editing is done and my beta reader gives me the approval and validation <3 (end of may??)

Eyes catching the glimmer of the silver chain in between your fingers, you press your skin into the metal and drag your nail over the stones in the pedant. You watch over the glass vitrines situated all around the store, various different shades of gold and silver staring back at you, almost laughing to your face with the prize tags slapped onto them, showing prices worth more than your groceries for the month.

Contemplating your next decision, looking behind your shoulder to catch the security camera watching you, you think over your next steps. Angling your body so that it’s shielding what you’re doing with your hands, you gently take out the drawer that you’ve taken the silver chain out of, pretending to put the jewelry back where you got it from.

Your movements are careful, calculated. You’ve rethought this plan over and over again, birthed in your mind the moment you saw the sign ‘hiring’ on the glass door of the fancy jewelry store in the town center– made adjustments to it, tweaked it around and tried your hardest to make a good impression on your boss so she wouldn’t suspect anything– but now that you’re actually in front of the important part, the one that’s supposed to help you the most in your hunt for money, you can’t really bring yourself to do it.

Who knows. Maybe you could just keep the job– you don’t make much, though, considering you only work part-time. With the way your shifts are scheduled and the amount of time you have to put into working, you don’t really see the jewelry store as a good source of income– you are barely home and have time for anything.

And it’s not the kind of money you need. Not at all.

Sighing to yourself, you shake your head to clear it off all thoughts– it’s time to do it. You can be sneaky. You can be uncaught. You just have to put your head to it.

Fingers shaking, you move the chain towards the front pocket of your jeans, ready to hide it in there and then sell it in the pawn shop a few weeks later to not raise much suspicion– when the sound of the front door opening brings you out of your thoughts, making you jump in surprise. Eyes snapping to the customer entering the store, you get ready to sport the kindest, warmest smile you can– to seem innocent and not at all suspicious. However, the grin stops growing mid-way as you recognise the appearance of the customer, smile freezing and turning into a concerned frown.

This is not how you’d expect a customer of a fancy jewelry store to look.

The person is dressed in black, skinny jeans adorning their thighs, the hood of their jacket pulled over their head and a mask covering the bottom half of their face. Before you get a chance to dwell on it any further, they take out a gun– and they point it to your face.

There’s a moment in time where you feel like everything freezes. A moment in time where you just stare the gun into its eyes and wait for the person to shoot you, a moment in time where you can’t even think. Your brain clears, the only thought present at the tip of your tongue being– this is not how I imagined to go.

Your hands start shaking as you put them above your head, pupils dilating in terror. You guess this is something you should’ve expected when taking the job in an expensive jewelry store, but even though you’re aware a situation like this could exist in your timeline, you don’t really expect it. It’s like that with all bad things in life– you keep telling yourself that there’s no way something like that would happen to a person like you.

There’s no way your father would leave. There’s no way your mother’s world would crumble. There’s no way you’ll be left in charge of everything. There’s no way you’ll have to be the one to steal groceries because you can’t afford to buy food to put into your sister’s mouth.

There’s no way a man would pull out a gun on you in the middle of your shift.

And yet, it happened. Everything.

In a moment of absolute terror, though, it feels like the world starts spinning again and the force clutching your chest relaxes a little when you stare into the man’s eyes.

Strange, isn’t it?

There’s a sense of familiarity in his gaze. Something mirroring a weird kind of surprise, a weird kind of recognition. A million different thoughts flow through your brain, eyes scanning his figure– the skin of his hands as he grips the gun that you now recognise to be one of the kinds you use when you play airsoft, not a real one– the lean posture of his figure, but most importantly, the spark in his dark orbs that somehow invites you to do everything he tells you to. Not because he’d kill you if you don’t– but because somehow, you know this might be of gain for you.

Trying hard to play out your previous panic, riding off the erratic heartbeat in your chest, you walk over to the cash register and open the drawer. Eyes meeting with the intruder, you precisely take out the bills stacked in the register, throwing them on the counter in a careless, yet seemingly nervous manner.

“The jewelry,” he mumbles, pointing towards the vitrines with his chin, waiting for you to obey his words.

It doesn’t take you much to take out the drawers full of silver and gold, letting the man take whatever he pleases, his bag filled with expensive chains and rings, all while he keeps the gun on you to get the full effect.

You could be given an Oscar for how good your acting performance was in this very moment.

Your eyes lock in another meaningful gaze, one that suggests that all cards are on the table now and you share a secret you will never be able to shake off, before he disappears out of the store into the dark. Acting stunned for the camera, you only reach for the phone when you’re certain he’s far enough to not be caught, dialing 911 and telling the line all about the robbery.

Ji Changmin chose the bad jewelry store to rob.

Or maybe, he chose the best one he could.

#deoboyznet #the boyz x reader #ji changmin x reader #q x reader #changmin x reader #the boyz oneshot #the boyz imagines #the boyz scenarios #the boyz drabbles #the boyz fanfic #changmin angst #changmin fluff

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artydonsgf · 2 days

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I loveeeed your patrick enemies to lovers headcanons. Do you think you could do something with patrick as a husband or dad? It’s not something we see at all in the movie, but I think it could be cute!

hiii thank you sm!! i was already planning on writing husband patrick n dad patrick so im happy that someone wants it! here you go sweets, enjoy!

Patrick Zweig as a Dad

- when he finds out he’s becoming a father, he’s tweaking

- it’s not because he doesn’t want the baby, it’s more fear that he won’t be a good dad

- warms up very quickly and is very giddy

- tells random people at the grocery store that he’s gonna become a dad

- would shout it from the rooftops if he could

- has no clue what anything means at all

- just happy to be there tbh

- never misses appointments, he’ll finish a game then haul his ass across town for your appointment

- yes he’s a little sweaty and yes he’s a little stinky but he’s there! and excited!

- when he finds out you’re having a little boy, he’s very excited

- he wouldve been happy with either but he’s excited at the idea of having a son

- i feel like patrick never really had a good relationship with his own father and he wants to create a new cycle with his little boy

- doesn’t let you carry anything towards the last trimester

- it’s sweet at first but now you’re annoyed because he’s holding your water to your mouth because the glass might drop n break on your stomach

- he doesn’t really believe that but any excuse to be close to you and have a hand on your stomach is good enough for him

- your baby brain isnt a problem because he’s thought of everything

- leave your keys somewhere? don’t worry, he’s made three copies (n it’s not because he’s also lost his keys)

- when your water breaks at 3 pm on a wednesday, he’s somehow a complete mess

- he has no clue where the fucking keys went n now he’s mad at himself because he copied three separate copies for this exact scenario

- tripped and ate shit over your hospital bag after not being able to find it

- now he’s hobbling to the car with a sore chin before he realizes the car isn’t starting

- calls art screaming and despite how completely intelligible he sounds, art is there with a ride in five minutes

- now that the birth is actually here, he’s all freaked out again

- he’s holding your hand and despite trying to comfort you, it feels more like you’re comforting him

- after a small pep talk from art who might’ve smacked him (gently), he marches back in there with his head on straight

- baby boy comes very quickly and patrick has the honor of catching him

- he’s crying and sniffling and laughing

- hands baby to you through tears

- stays awake for two whole days and just stares at the life you created together

- you catch him with a dopey grin on his face a million times

- once yall are able to go home, he asks you if he did the “hot dad walk” right (he did research)

- safe to say he def did

- once you’re home, you sleep like a dream

- patrick has made it his mission to let you rest and he stays true to that mission

- unless it’s bonding time or feedings, you are dead asleep and healing and patrick is running around n doing everything, household chores n cooking included

- as baby boy grows up, patrick is the best dad in the world

- he has him try every activity ever n when baby boy settles on wanting to do theater, patrick is the annoying dad who stands up at the end of the production whooping and hollering

- parenting style is very chill but one thing he doesn’t play about is his son showing respect

- if that boy ever dares to disrespect you or any other woman in his life, patrick is on it in an instant

- doesn’t hit or yell at baby boy, just uses stern words and reiterates that he loves him and he wants him to be a good person

- we love you dadrick

i hope yall enjoy mwah mwah mwah

#challengers #challengers headcanons #challengers fic #challengers imagine #patrick zweig x reader #patrick zweig headcanon #patrick zweig #artydonsgf

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phdmama · 11 months

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Ooh, I love the idea of the kiss meme you posted! I'd like to suggest #11, in joy, if that sparks anything creative for you! 🩷

Okay, this is literally pretty much SOOC (straight out of the camera, entirely unedited) and I even wrote it in the tumblr window?? I don't it's sort of a coffee shop-esque thing (in my head Draco is on an International Curse Breaking Team). Hopefully, it captures something for you! xox

It's an ordinary day at work. Slow, like it always is in the afternoons. Harry's already wiped down all the tables, refilled all the creamers and sugars. There's really nothing more to do and he's had more coffee than he probably should have, but in his defence, he works in a coffee shop. And he was up late writing to Draco. So now he's just kind of leaning against the counter, pushing his broom desultorily back and forth.

These deployments were hard enough when they were just friends; now that they're... this, whatever it is that this is, well. They're kind of agonizing, if Harry's being honest. And he can't even tell anyone because they'd agreed to keep it quiet until Draco gets back, and they can figure it out.

"Harry," says a voice from the doorway and Harry looks up with a grin.

"Ron," he says. "What are you doing here?"

"Closed up early," Ron says with an easy smile. "Thought I'd come see how you were doing."

Harry blinks at him. "I'm... fine?" he says finally.

"You sure about that?" Ron asks, and hums a few bars of Cursebreaking Man.

Harry drops the broom and covers his face with his hand as he groans. "Oh no."

"Oh yes," Ron says happily and drops into a chair.

"How did you know?"

Ron shrugs. "You're not exactly subtle, mate," he points out. "And that last night before Draco headed out, well. Let's just say, it was pretty clear you weren't off to do some grocery shopping."

Harry drops his hands, his cheeks warm. "That was months ago, though. Why haven't you said anything?"

Ron suddenly looks a little shifty but is saved by the bell, literally, as the doorbell jingles as Hermione and Luna walk in.

"Harry," Hermione says with exaggerated surprise. "How are you?"

"Okay," Harry says. "What the fuck is going on?"

"Oh nothing," Hermione says.

Luna opens her mouth to speak but Hermione throws an elbow and Luna closes her mouth so quickly, Harry can hear the click.

"Are there any more of those gingerbread cookies?" Hermione asks and Harry frowns at her.

"In the back," he says and then sighs, because whatever else is going on, Mrs Albertson will murder him if he doesn't actually perform his job duties and fulfil a customer's request, even if that customer happens to be his oldest and most meddlesome friend.

So he walks into the kitchen, opens the tin of gingerbread cookies that just happens to still be out on the counter from when Harry had been snacking earlier, carefully plates three cookies and heads back out into the cafe proper.

"You're pretty lucky I..."

His voice trails off because standing there in the doorway is...

"Draco?" Harry whispers. "Are you... what are you... You're here?"

His heart is racing and his hands start to shake, so Harry hastily thrusts the plate out and someone grabs it.

"What are you doing here? I thought you..."

Draco's not supposed to be back for another month is the thing.

Draco smiles. He looks tired, Harry notes and then takes a second look. Draco's hair is longer, and he looks far too thin, with circles under his eyes and his arm in a sling.

"Figured I'd stop by since I'm going to be back in town for a while."

Harry takes a step and Draco takes a step and then suddenly, they're both moving fast to meet in the middle. Harry brings his hands up to frame Draco's face, runs his thumb over the sharp cheekbones.

"Are you okay?" he whispers and Draco smiles, ragged, but so real and here and something like Harry up like a firework.

"I am," Draco says, and reaches out with his good arm to pull Harry closer. "I'm home."

"That," Harry says as he leans in, "is the best news I've ever heard," and then his mouth is on Draco's and nothing else matters but this.

#my writing #drarry vignette #kiss meme #now I really do have to go to the grocery store!!

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theflyingfeeling · 4 months

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tomorrow-me: I'd really appreciate it if you could drag your arse to the grocery store so that I won't have to get up early tomorrow morning to do it you know?

now-me, wrapped in a blanket with tears in my eyes: but I'm just a baby?? 😭

#listen i am so so so so so so so so tired 💀#my landlord's coming for a visit at 11 tomorrow and i have nothing to offer him #but i'm too tired to think about what to buy for the weekend (for myself)#grocery shopping was a burden as it was but then they shut down my nearest store (200 m from my apartment)#and now the nearest one is just far enough so that i don't wanna go there just for a pack of coffee and biscuits #i'm so tired i just had to check how to fucking spell 'biscuits' 😭😭😭😭😭😭#feeling slightly better now that i rested my eyes a little and drank a glass of water and ate a clementine #but i don't wanna goooooooo it's cold and dark and i don't know what i want to eat during the weekend 😭😭😭😭😭#it's times like these i hate living alone / being single because i can't just ask someone to go to the grocery store for me #i should also clean up my kitchen and bathroom a bit #i know i'm so brave for doing shit like this all by myself but sometimes i really hope i wouldn't have to #sorry for whining about my little life on main lol pls ignore #i need no advice (but sympathy would be nice. an encouraging headpat even)

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keeps-ache · 8 months

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i need more object-head OCs. it's So imperative to my health

#just me hi #but also i feel a little bad adding onto an already ginormous pile of OCs hfbvhshf #love characters that don't have real faces !! i get like 5 different kinds of happy about them :D #but also i'm very picky about the Shapes hfhsh #squares and circles are very much the only things i like to draw. so obviously i must draw a stop sign #but maybe less human-looking. more arms ? or maybe legs ?#or a little of both?#oh i could just make her a robot #that would be cool :3 [<- knows this is becoming a trend]#i mean what would a stop-sign look like if it could choose?#BRIGHT. and maybe loud? she'll have a very light frame of course. because stop sign #OO maybe she'd integrate red lights for extra Attention #/anyway now i'm going to go and actually figure out what to do lol #we were Supposed to go to the grocery store but That didn't happen #nonsense nonsense nonsense. what's wrong with adults i really don't understand [<- is an adult]#anyway! i continue on :3

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discocandles · 3 days

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#is there something i'm not getting about the boycotts? bc it's been kinda easy for me.#like the only one that's been difficult is google bc it's literally everywhere but i've been working to find other ways bc google sucks now #like you tell me that my money is going to something i don't support if i spend there? ok then i'll find somewhere else that does.#it's the age of information for gods sake. we can find alternatives #or just not spend money there and go to a grocery store they'll probs have something there #i've never really cared about eurovision so that's easy to ignore. i do like stranger things but i care about peoples lives more #and there are other things i can watch. it's not that big a sacrifice to me.#also i haven't had netflix since last march and i'm not getting it just for one show. i was tempted for dungeon meshi but still no #plus i can just read the manga. so how are people struggling with this? it feels easy to me #like just find other things or pirate if it's going to kill you to miss it

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piplupod · 2 months

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one of the cashiers at the grocery store i go to is so fucking fixated on shoplifters and it drives me crazy any time i check out through him (i try to avoid him but his checkout is often the most open/empty - hm! i wonder why! - and im often on a tight schedule w the bus). he brings up shoplifters every opportunity he gets and he seems so convinced that theyre a huge problem.

BUT WHAT REALLY GETS ME ,,, is that today the customer in front of me was needing a price check on one of the items bc it should've come out to be cheaper, so he was kind of apologetic abt it and saying "ah well, yknow, six dollars is six dollars, especially with how expensive groceries are right now" and i was nodding and agreeing (trying to show that i dont mind the wait and also solidarity my guy good for u for speaking up and getting the price fixed on that) AND THE CASHIER AGREES. FULLY ACKNOWLEDGES AND BEMOANS THE FACT THAT GROCERIES ARE CRAZY RN. AND THEN GOES ON TO COMPLAIN ABOUT SHOPLIFTERS. HUH ??????

so you agree that groceries are unreasonably expensive... and that sometimes ppl can't afford them... and yet ....................

#HE MAKES ME SO FUCKING ANGRY CMONNNN THINK ABOUT IT DUDE....#i knew him in highschool (small town things lol) and im pretty sure he was one of those kids who thought cops were really cool. so. yknow.#not surprised. just annoyed fdjkl #i would say smth like ''oh does ur paycheque get docked if shoplifters come thru or smth?'' but i dont want to piss him off #i would like to remain civil with the cashiers here bc its the only grocery store i can get to most of the time fdsjkl #but like. i would love to find out why he hates shoplifters so much #when i worked at DQ in highschool and ppl stole dilly bars or FULL CAKES... i did not give a single shit #even though the managers and boss would get kind of angry at us (but they knew we couldnt do anything abt it really lmao)#and then we had to put locks on the customer-facing freezers which was a hassle for us #AND STILL. I NEVER FELT ANGRY AT THE SHOPLIFTERS. BECAUSE WHATEVER DUDE LIFE IS EXPENSIVE GO GET THAT ICE CREAM!!!#also i was not paid enough to care LMFAO and i know for a fact that this cashier isn't paid enough either bc my brother used to work there #I DUNNO DUDE. HONESTLY I HAVE MAD RESPECT FOR SHOPLIFTERS #i've potentially done it a few times and its fucking terrifying esp w the amount of cameras installed now fdsjkl #i dont do it now even though i need to more than ever bc i was making myself sick every time i possibly did it #i'd get home and sit in the bathroom for an hour trying to make sure i wasnt about to throw up from the stress fdsjkl #also it was stupid to do honestly (but . needed. so yknow.) bc again. i dont have any other options for accessible grocery stores really #ANYWAYS. fuck that cashier i hope he realizes what a little narc he's being and gains some class consciousness or smth idk #all for one and one for all etc etc etc we're all in this together my guy #pippen needs 2nd breakfast

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iamthepulta · 3 months

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I put the clothes in the washer on a whim and now I don't want to rotate them. I'm in bed with cat :( :( I have tea and I sent my last email for the night and now I want to hide and die.

I'm supposed to host a board game night tomorrow and that is like- the last thing I want to do.

#I was having a pretty good day until I went back to the uni and realized I made a mistake on the gas we had/didn't have.#Then stopped off at the store. As I was taking the groceries in I realized there was a spot free close to the apartment that ppl #have been hogging; and on the second trip I went to move my car and this motherfucker comes in and steals it.#I'm still so mad. They've been hogging it for over a month. I had a flat of cans to carry in.#But this is all an outlet for my preemptive grieving because I'm going to receive a Death Text sometime soon and... I don't know when.#I don't know if I should drive up there even though I already said my goodbyes and there's really nothing I can do.#The limbo is crushing.#You know that post about people leaving imprints on your soul even if they haven't been present for a long time?#My grandmother taught me to break up my instant ramen in the package so you can eat it easier and now I can't eat it #any other way. But she's been a shadow of herself for a really long time too and knowing that hurts worse somehow. When my dog died it #gave me a lot of peace knowing she was free from all the pain that plagued her in her last days; but the shadow is a close enough echo of #what was; that knowing the shadow too will end...#My mind keeps drifting to Miyazaki. I want to rewatch Boy in the Heron.#I miss my grandmother.#ptxt

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monster-noises · 6 months

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8, 12, 13

8. What's an old project idea that you've lost interest in I have been trying to write a webcomic since I was in the 5th grade.. the veritable Graveyard I could walk you through... Gracious gracious.. But the last project I abandoned before I started working on Haggarty (and my numerous other current projects, don't Look at me ;;><;>) was called End of the Atlas! It was a sci-fantasy apocalypse adventure thriller? type thing? with a strong focus on interpersonal relationships and internal struggles against a backdrop of much larger circumstances (as many of my stories do) A planet that had only in the last few decades settled into relative peace after ages of war is beset upon by a cosmic force who wants to consume everything; With the luck of being in the wrong spot at the wrong time four (mostly) strangers have become the key to stopping the destruction and must face terrors both external and internal on their journey to the End of the Atlas (comical eyebrow waggle)

12. Easiest part of body to draw

This is going to sound Silly because they are just Cylinders, basically, but there are some subtle shapes to forearms I like to think I've gotten a pretty good grip on.. (genuinely I struggle with most parts of the body, even those I'm super familiar with T<T art is hard and yet I continue to do it...)

13. A creator who you admire but whose work isn't your thing

this is one of those questions that really confuses my ability to interpret what's being asked skdjgfhsg cause the answer could be 'No one comes to mind, because I tend to only keeps tabs on and engage with artists whose work resonates with me' if the classification we are going with here is like "art you recognize is Good and Skilled but you don't really like" Or the answer is ' basically the entire cast of drawfee' because watching them draw never stops being inspiring but, save maybe julia, none of them really do stuff that's like My Thing? but I still really like a lot of the art they make so? does that moot the point? so the answer is one of those two things sadfskdf

#monster noises #I am supposed to be going to the grocery store right now #but as usual I spent about twice as long as I should have to answer these #most of that time was spent arranging that cast image for EotA #which is just chopped up bits of their character pages and the neat little logo I made for the cover #but seriously that last question Stumped me #I kept thinking of artists and styles that were either like;#'I admire them but oh.. their art Is kinda my thing'#or 'oh Their art isn't my thing really!... but do I admire them? what do I admire about them????'#and neither seemed satisfying as answers

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