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Love in the Quiet ~Shōta Aizawa~

The soft glow of the evening sun painted warm hues across the cozy living room, casting a comforting atmosphere that enveloped you and Shōta Aizawa. The two of you were seated on the couch, nestled in each other's presence as the day's chaos melted away. Aizawa, with his signature messy hair and tired eyes, looked remarkably content as he idly played with your hair.

You snuggled into his side, sighing in contentment. "Today was exhausting, wasn't it?" you remarked, tracing circles on his hand.

Aizawa nodded, letting out a low hum. "Yeah, dealing with those first-year students can be draining sometimes. But seeing them grow makes it worth it."

You chuckled, leaning up to press a gentle kiss on his cheek. "Just like how being married to you makes everything worth it."

Aizawa's stoic expression softened, a rare but genuine smile gracing his lips. "Smooth," he teased, "but I can't deny it makes my day better."

As the evening unfolded, you found yourselves engaged in a variety of conversations. From the quirks and peculiarities of your students to Aizawa's latest cat-related grievances, the topics flowed seamlessly. It was in these simple moments that you cherished the most – the calm discussions that spoke volumes without words.

"Do you ever regret marrying me?" Aizawa asked suddenly, his gaze fixed on the TV, but his question hung in the air.

You turned to him, a small furrow on your brow. "Regret? Why would I ever regret being married to you?"

Aizawa shrugged, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes. "I'm not exactly the most conventional choice. My job is dangerous, and I'm not the most sociable person. Sometimes, I wonder if you deserve someone better."

You gently cupped his face, forcing him to meet your gaze. "Shōta Aizawa, you are exactly who I want. Your dedication to your students, your strength, your quiet kindness – all of it. I love you for who you are, and I wouldn't trade you for anyone else."

His eyes softened, and he leaned into your touch. "I love you too," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

The quiet evening continued, filled with shared laughter, stolen glances, and the soothing background noise of the city outside. Eventually, you found yourselves wrapped in a comfortable silence, the kind that spoke louder than any words could. Aizawa shifted slightly, pulling you even closer.

"Are you tired?" he asked, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your arm.

You shook your head, smiling up at him. "Not at all. I could stay like this forever."

Aizawa chuckled, a rare, genuine sound that sent a shiver down your spine. "Well, forever might be pushing it, but I'm not opposed to staying like this for a little while longer."

And so, you remained entwined with the man you loved, the world outside forgotten for a moment. In the quiet sanctuary of your home, under the watchful gaze of Aizawa's vigilant eyes, you found solace – a haven where love thrived and time seemed to stand still.

~iseebumblebee 

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how do I get a life like Joyce Barnaby’s. no job, loving family, constantly doing interesting arts- and culture-related volunteer work. I wish immensely for this lifestyle

edit: ADMITTEDLY I would prefer fewer murders happening in front of me/experiences finding a dead body

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I really love the John Barnaby ones too, but my dad and I were talking about it and he says the new ones are almost Shakespearean, insofar as family tragedy goes

Been watching John Barnaby episodes of MM and the episodes I’ve watched don’t really have the Rainbird Factor. No nutters, no eccentric toffs like Lady Matilda shooting at dodgy politicians trespassing on her property, no May Cuttle telling long dead ancient Romans, “not now Gaius Quintus” while she’s at the police station.

Instead, we’ve got murderers who were bullied, taken advantage of, and traumatized to the point of desperation.

I still like watching MM with John Barnaby. Just miss the whimsy, the silliness that made MM less like a crime show and more like a bedtime story.

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watching any british show is spending most of the time trying to figure out which episode of midsomer murders that actor was in. 

like, for example; watching an episode of wycliffe with my mum and she turns to me, points at the screen and goes “that actress was in midsomer. you know, the one who got her head chopped off after hitting on tom.” 

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Everyone in Midsomer is absolutely insane. No-one in the entire county has a sense of appropriate time and place. It'll be some innocent baby's christening or some nonsense and next thing you know one guest is screaming at another about a fraud they think they committed, someone loudly announces that the baby is an affair baby, two people are having sex in a store cupboard, someone else announces they want a divorce, and to top off the evening someone takes this moment to do a murder.

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I love when a character in Midsomer Murders says “I just can’t believe a murder’s happened here.” You can’t? You can’t believe a murder could happen? Here? In Midsomer County? Really?

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midsommer murders is wild because half the episodes are like "there's this village of 150 people in which everyone is weirdly obsessed with butterflies and hate each other. also the local school has a secret society" and the other half is "you know those local legends? yeah someone's committing ritual murders based on them. also the family in the big house has at least one incest case but good luck figuring out who slept with who" and you've got absolutely no way to know which will be which and also there are actors from Downton Abbey in it

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midsomer murders a summary

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My cozy little future retirement destination.

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Midsomer Murders is a fantastic opportunity to see all your favourite actors from other British drama shows, but put into in insane fever dream situations speaking dialogue no normal human being would say and behaving in ways no normal human being would behave.

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Farmer! Sandor Clegane Headcanon

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Summary: Just a few headcanon of Sandor Clegane as a farmer.

A/N: Thinking about this man as a farmer has me down on my knees. Comment and like below, maybe I can do next farmer Sandor meeting reader. Enjoy-L || Border Credit: @cafekitsune

Warning: SFW, sad childhood, Sandor being himself, dog dad,

Farmer!Sandor always knew he wanted to be a farmer from a young age. He liked working with his hands and moving around. He never wanted a desk job, he couldn't imagine his 6 '6 self sitting on a small computer chair for nine hours a day, five days a week. He had low patience dealing with idiot people, so retail was out of the question, any job that required dealing with people was a no. So far the only thing talking back to him were the animals on the farm and he was content with that. 

Farmer!Sandor isn't much of a people person but he will sometimes invite Tormund, a worker from the market he goes to for groceries once in a while over to watch the game or just for a beer. Sandor only does it because Tormund doesn't shut up about coming over. After two six-packs, Tormund isn't so bad to be around and he doesn’t ask him about his scars. 

Farmer!Sandor gets up right before the rooster crow at dawn. He likes to watch the sunrise while drinking black coffee. He nibbles on some toast or some corn muffins. On Sunday, he makes a big breakfast meal since it's the only day he rest. Eggs, bacon sometimes with ham and grits. 

Farmer!Sandor wears a white beater shirt and his dark coarse chest hair peeks out. It shows off his broad shoulders and his muscular arms, it was all thanks to the hard manual labor he does. He ties his long hair with a black hair band, he keeps a spare around his wrist. He wears old blue jeans that hang low on his hips. Sometimes he wears a flannel shirt, when it gets too hot, he takes it off and wraps it around his hips. He wears these heavy size 12 boots with rubber outsoles on them. 

Farmer!Sandor sweats alot after a long day of work. He uses the flannel to wipe the sweat off his forehead, neck and tone arms. He showers immediately after walking into the house. He leaves the boots outside and goes into the shower to clean the dirt and sweat off of his body. He makes sure he cleans himself, rubbing the body wash thoroughly through his chest hair and his long hair. 

Farmer!Sandor walks out of the shower and looks at himself in the mirror. His burn scars are a bit red from being out in the sun all day. He reminds himself for tomorrow to wear his hat. He grabs face cream from the medicine cabinet to help with the redness. Some days Sandor can't stand the sight of him, that's why he liked being alone in his farmhouse. He dislikes the stares and pointing he got when going into town. 

Farmer!Sandor still has issues about his face, it has gotten much better after going to the doctors. He has even done surgery for his hair to grow a bit, he usually combs his hair over to cover the slightly bald spot. He applies oils on his beard regularly and it helped his beard grow a bit back. His right brow has grown a bit as well, but the burn scars on his cheek and ear are still very visible. 

Farmer!Sandor dresses comfy to get started on dinner. He walks into the kitchen and turns on the radio or sometimes the tv. He's listening to the news while cutting some veggies he has grown from his garden in the backyard. He usually grills his steak in the backyard when he's not tired. Opening a beer, he sits down and eats in silence. Sometimes he eats in front of the tv and watches whatever is playing. He's not picky on what to watch on tv. 

Farmer!Sandor was on the field the next day on the tractor when he heard barking. He turns it off and looks over his shoulders to see it was a dog a few feet away from him. There isn't usually strays around, he makes sure of it since he has some chickens and pigs. He walks towards the dog, its shaggy fur is white and gray. Its ears are floppy and its tongue is hanging out as it pants. 

“You alright, pup?” He asked, not really expecting it to answer but to his surprise. It barks at him, making him smile.

He carefully stretches his hand out when he notices it wasn't going to bite. He pats its head and even scratches behind its ears. Asking if it wants to eat, the dog’s tail starts wagging like crazy. Sandor decides he’ll have lunch early that day. He smiles once more when he notices it’s following him all the way to the house.  He sits outside on the porch swing as he eats his sandwich and drinks a cold glass of ice tea. He watches the dog eat the leftover steak from dinner last night. 

Farmer!Sandor decides to keep the dog after it kept following him everywhere for the past week. When he finds out it’s a girl, he decides to name it after his little sister, Ellie. The dog didn’t seem to mind, it followed him whenever he said it. He liked having company, it was less lonely when he wasn’t working. He lets Ellie sleep on the foot of his bed.

Farmer!Sandor doesn't smoke that much, he really only does it when he has a rough day. He’s sitting on the porch swing with a beer in one hand and the cigarette in the other. Since he’s alone, he does alot of thinking as he watches the sunset. He thinks about his life before he started to farm. He has been thinking about his little sister lately since the dog came around. His little sister was his best friend when he was younger. He had told her about his dream of having a farm. He smiles to himself as he remembers her telling him that he had to have horses for her to ride. He promised her that he would when he was a kid he had even promised her that he would have two horses so they could ride together. 

Farmer!Sandor didn't have a good childhood, his parents were never around and his older brother was a bully. His older brother was the one to burn him when he was a kid. While holding his face on the hot coals, his little sister tried to help him. She hit the older brother on the back with her tiny fist. Furious that she was hitting him, he had smacked her. He hit her so hard that she fell back and slammed her head on the coffee table. Ellie lost a lot of blood on the way to the hospital and did not survive. His older brother was 18 at the time and was sentenced to prison. Parents couldn't handle it and left Sandor, who was placed in foster care. 

Farmer!Sandor gets brought back to reality when he feels Ellie rubbing her head against his knee. He threw the cigarette out and placed the beer on the small table near him. He pats the seat next to him and makes sure that the swing doesn't move as Ellie jumps up next to him. He leans back as she rests her head on his lap. Sandor pats her head softly as he looks over across the field and stares at the half built stable he was building, he was going to get those horses and complete his promise to his sister. 

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First look at rory’s new role in KNUCKLES Sonic Spin-off Series out in April

Tried my best to capture the best pics from the trailer

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"Nightmare."

Author: hola! I'm starting a new chapter of my life and it's going to keep me a bit busier, but I'll try to keep posting as much as I can. I decided to mix up this 2 requests since I thought they went well together. I really like how this turned out, and I hope you like it too!

Request: Hi! I loved your fics! I looked at the prompt list and honestly so many of them would go perfectly with Sandor. How about 7? The reader soothing Sandor after a nightmare and then continuing with smutt.. That would be quite hot.

Request: Hi! Could I request something with 14 and 19? With Sandor and y/n already married if possible, something fluffy and sweet🥰 There was also one prompt about hand kisses but I forgot which number, so if you could add something about that too that would be lovely!!

Prompts:

7. [character] wakes up breathing heavily from a nightmare, and you soothe them by bringing them to your chest, and whispering sweet things to their ear while your hand caresses their hair.

14. tracing [character]'s features while they sleep, and vice versa.

19. “gods, your lips are so sweet. Please kiss me again?”

80. [character] giving you knuckle, hand, and palm kissing.

WARNINGS: language, night terrors, smut, oral sex (him receiving)

Sandor has always had trouble sleeping, especially since the fire incident. He never slept for longer than 3 or 4 hours. He was more than used to it by now, and now you were too. You are what is called a sleepy head. You used to have trouble sleeping as well, but sleeping next to Sandor changed everything. Now, you could sleep for hours and hours as long as he's with you, holding you somehow. It's one of the many perks of having him as a husband.

Tonight, after a passionate session, you were lying on him, both of you naked. You always drifted off right after sex, and tonight was no different. He loved those moments, just holding you while you were in your most vulnerable.

You turn in your sleep, laying your head on the pillow instead. He then turns into his side, holding his head up with his left arm. He stares at your profile, wondering how he got so lucky. He raises his arm, using his index finger to trace your features. He starts at your forehead, continuing along your nose and down to your lips. Gods, those lips.

He repeats his actions a few times until you shift, turning again to bury your head in his chest. He hugs you into him, kissing your head.

"Goodnight, Y/N." He mumbles into your hair, nodding off soon after that.

You wake up to Sandor shaking and whining beside you. You turn to look at him. He's extremely sweaty, and his face cringes in pain.

"Gregor! No!" He whimpers.

You sit next to him, taking his head between your hands.

"Sandor!" You say, holding his head. "Baby, it's just a dream."

He whimpers again. Noticing what you're doing isn't enough, you move your hands to his shoulders, shaking quickly.

Sandor wakes up abruptly, his defensive instincts on. You take your hands off his shoulders, raising them before you in a redemptive way.

"It's me." You say softly. "You're okay. It was just a nightmare."

His gaze softens when he meets your eyes, his breathing getting back to normal.

"It's okay." You say, bringing his head to your chest and stroking his hair. "You're okay. I'm here."

"I'm sorry." He mumbles.

"Don't be." You whisper. "We don't need to talk about it."

He nods, silently thanking you. He moves a bit, so his head is resting on your lap while you continue stroking his hair.

He takes your hand in his and brings it to his face, giving you knuckle, hand, and palm kisses.

After a few minutes, his breathing is completely back to normal.

"Better?" You ask in a soothing voice.

"Yes." He mumbles, kissing your hand on more time before sitting up.

He moves to sit next to you, and you caress his face, turning to kiss him softly. He hums, kissing you back.

When the kiss breaks, you hear him mumble against your lips. "Gods, your lips are so sweet." He moves his hands to your waist and shifts you so you're straddling his lap. "Please kiss me again?"

You smile, understanding what he wants. Your husband is a dominant man. It's pretty obvious to everyone. Normally, Sandor is also dominant when you two are intimate, and you do love it when he is. Some nights, though, he just needs to feel loved, for which he likes to give up control. Tonight is one of those nights.

Leaning in to kiss him passionately, you move your hands to the nape of his neck. You slightly scrape the skin there as you know he loves, and you feel his groan inside of your mouth.

You kiss all over his face, especially over his burnt-out side. When you reach his earlobe, you gently bite it, whispering. "I'm going to take care of you."

He hums, moving his hands from your hips to your backside.

"Hands off." You say, running your tongue over his bottom lip. "I'm doing all the touching tonight."

The smirk on his face tells you he's enjoying this as much as you are, and he takes his hands off your butt to position them on the bed.

You kiss him again, harder than before. You feel his half hard cock twitch between your bodies. After years together, you know exactly what gets him going.

You kiss his lips one last time before moving to his neck. You know he likes it a bit rough, so you bite all over his skin, sucking afterward.

You hear him groan. He loves to mark you, and he secretly loves to be marked as well. It tells the world he's yours.

"You're so hot." You say, kissing your way down to his groin. You hear him moan.

You avoid touching his now aching hard cock, kissing his belly instead. Your hands move his thighs, softly scratching the hair there.

"Fucking Gods Y/N." He whines. "Do something."

This is teasing you as much as him, and you know this is going to come back to you as payback sooner than later, but you enjoy the sounds he makes when you tease him too much.

"I'm doing something..." You say against his skin, smirking. "What do you want?"

He groans desperately, realizing he's going to have to say it. "Please, dear wife." He says, and you look up with a smug smile. "Take me into that pretty mouth."

Your smile grows wider victoriously. You sit comfortably between his legs, and you grab his cock and suck his head slowly. He lets out a moan he reserves for these nights, when your teasing frustrates him.

"See." You say, stroking his cock slowly. "You just had to ask."

You don't give him time to answer as you take him into your mouth again, sucking with gusto. His groans are music to your ears.

"Oh fuck, love." He moans. "Suck that cock."

You bob your head repeatedly, taking as much as you can of his cock. You see his hand moving to your head, but he remembers your command and places it in back on the bed, clenching his fist around the bed sheets. You reward him by moving your hand to stroke the part you're not sucking.

You keep sucking vigorously, enjoying his pleasure as if it was your own.

"You're so fucking good at this." He groans. "So fucking good."

His praising makes you smile, and you take a second to take a breath and look up at him. His lustful eyes meet yours.

"Do you want me to stay here?" You say, pecking his head, to which he trembles slightly. "Or do you want me to ride you?"

If you were wet from the teasing, sucking his cock has made you literally dripping.

He licks his lips, exhaling heavily. "Ride me." His voice is darker than usual. "But first I need a kiss."

You smile but move up, straddling his waist again and leaning in to meet his lips. You hum against his mouth as he deliciously sucks your tongue.

"You ready?" He asks, and it almost offends you that he doesn't know how wet sucking him off makes you.

You take his hand, leading it to your pussy.

He moans at the touch. "Fuck, baby. You're soaking."

You kiss him again. "You can touch me now." You say, biting his bottom lip.

He hums, moving his hands to their spot on your hips as you move up, taking his cock in your hand and positioning it at your entrance.

You both let out a moan as you sink into him.

"You feel so good." You moan.

"Ride that cock, darling." He grunts.

You start to move, your hips doing circular motions as they move up and down, which you know he loves. His moans are guttural, needy. Yours are starting to turn into whimpers.

He sits up, kissing you desperately. The new position changes the angle slightly, hitting all the right spots inside you. He moves his thumb to stroke your clit.

"Sandor." You moan against his mouth. "Just like that."

"Gods." He groans. "I'm..."

You already know he's close by the way he's clenching his jaw, so you speed up, humping him.

"Come for me." You moan. "Come in me."

He lets out a loud groan as he starts to come, which triggers your own orgasm. You keep moving to prolong your pleasure. Once you're done, you lay on his chest, exhausted.

His breathing is still getting back to normal when you feel him caressing your back.

"I love you." He says, kissing your hair.

You're almost asleep when he hears you mumble an "I love you too."

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Low-key obsessed with this man🤤

If anybody has any fics recommendations hit me up!!

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"Love."

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Author: hola! I'm very happy I'm getting requests and you guys like what I write. I'm using this one to kind of complete my little series "Fucked". Thank you so much for being there!!💖

Prior parts to this here

Request: Ugh, I absolutely loved your fics. If it’s not too much trouble, could you write something with prompts 24 and 26?

24. [character] slightly tilting your chin to make you look up at them when you lower your gaze out of shyness.

26. “you look pretty when you blush. Do it more often.”

A few weeks later, Y/N got the news from his father. She was moving to Kings Landing with him. That also meant moving to the place where Sandor had to be, so it made things a lot easier. She couldn't wait to tell him.

That night, when she hears the knock on her door, she practically runs to open it. Once Sandor is inside, she jumps into his arms, kissing all around his face.

"What is going on?" He asks, laughing. "What's all that for?"

"I'm moving to Kings Landing!" She exclaims. "My father agreed to be the Hand of the King, and he's taking us with him."

His eyebrows raise in surprise. "Really?" He says, still in shock. He wouldn't have to leave you.

"Yes!!!!!" She says, laughing and kissing him on the lips for the first time that night.

He kisses her back, setting her on the ground when the kiss breaks.

"This is by far the best news I could have gotten today, little wolf." He says, smiling softly.

"I know." She cheers. "I couldn't even imagine you leaving. Loving you is the only good part of my life."

His eyebrows raise in surprise for the second time that night. She loves him?

Staring at his face, she suddenly realizes what she has said. She starts fidgeting, looking at him nervously.

"Oh Gods, I'm sorry." She says. "I know you may not feel the same or be ready to say it and you don't have to and I don't want you to just because I..." She talks so fast he's struggling to understand what she's saying.

Sandor slightly tilts her chin to make her look up at him when she lowers her gaze out of shyness while she's speaking.

"Y/N, I love you." He whispers. "I didn't even know I was capable of love, but there's no other explanation for this." He continues. "I can't stand the thought of being apart from you. I think of you day and night. The thought of you getting hurt is more painful than any harm I've ever received. If this is not love, I don't know what the fuck it is."

She blushes. "That is the most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me."

He smiles. "You look pretty when you blush, do it more often."

She blushes harder, what makes him laugh, taking her into his arms.

"I mean it, little wolf." He mumbles against her hair after kissing it. "I'd do anything you ask me to."

She looks up at him, standing on her tiptoes to kiss him. He hums, kissing her back.

"I love you, Sandor." She whispers.

"I love you too, little wolf." He says against her mouth.

As he holds her, there's one thing that she's certain about: as long as they're together, it will be alright.

Hope you liked it!!🫶🏻

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