#nina writes

[doc-pickles]

voicemail | mat barzal

summary: you’ve left mat many voicemails in the last few months, but he finally listens to them

warnings: mentions of pregnancy and childbirth

a/n: head empty no thoughts. enjoy!

xoxo nina

“Hey you’ve reached Mat. Leave a message after the beep.”

“Mat it’s me… I know we haven’t talked for few months but I would really appreciate it if you called me back.”

“Hey me again. Please call me back, I really need to talk to you.”

“Listen I know we broke up but… This is super important. I wouldn’t be calling if it wasn’t. Please Mat.”

“Since you won’t pick up the phone I’ll just say it. I’m pregnant, Mat. It’s yours. Please… Just let me know you’ve gotten my calls and texts.”

“I don’t want money or anything, I just want you to know about our son and have the chance to be there for him. Call me please.”

“Hey, me again… If you don’t want to be apart of this that’s fine I just… I need you to tell me so I’m not sitting around with this false hope that you’ll show up for us.”

“Mat my water broke and I’m so scared. All I want is you. If you were ever going to pick up the phone now would be the time. Please babe, I can’t do this without you.”

“Matty…. He looks just like you. Please… please pick up the phone.”

+

“Fuck… C’mon Grey,” you groaned quietly as you rocked your two week old son. He was crying loudly and nothing you’d done yet seemed to help. “Bubs please, mama is trying her best.”

His wails continued, your shoulders slumping in defeat as you rocked back and forth. You were seconds away from crying right alongside your little boy.

A knock on the door interrupted your thoughts. Your brow furrowed but you moved toward it anyways. With a wince you glanced at your reflection in the hallway mirror. Your hair was messily piled on your head, the dark circles under your eyes were almost purple, and you had spit up on your shirt.

“Hold on Greyson, I’m just gonna answer the… door…,” your voice faltered as you pulled the door open to reveal Mat standing there. His hair was sticking up as if he’d been running his hands through it and his eyes were puffy. “Mat?”

Mat didn’t say anything as his eyes locked on Greyson who was still loudly wailing, unaware of the tension boiling between his parents. He blinked a few times before he looked up at you with watery eyes, “Is… Is that him? Is that our son?”

Your lip trembled as you looked up at Mat, heart aching in your chest as your eyes met, “You didn’t answer my calls.”

“I know.”

“You missed my whole pregnancy.”

“I know.”

“You weren’t there to hold my hand when he was born. I…,” tears welled in your eyes, quickly spilling over as you and Mat stood across from each other. “What- why now? What the hell are you doing here Mat?”

You fell into full on sobs as Mat stepped forward and pulled you into his arms, both you and Greyson crying against his chest. His arms held you close as he whispered apologies and sweet words to you.

“I’m so sorry baby, I’ll explain everything. Okay? I’ll tell you everything,” Mat whispered against your hair. You couldn’t do anything but cry along with your son, your shoulders deflating as Mat held you. “It’s okay, I got you. I got you both.”

When Mat gently grabbed Greyson from your arms you didn’t hesitate to hand him over. You’d been rocking him for close to two hours and you were delirious and exhausted from trying to calm your son.

“I’ll hold him while you take a nap,” Mat pressed a kiss to your forehead, holding you close for a moment. “I’m here baby, I got you.”

You laid in bed for a few minutes simply staring at the ceiling. You and Mat had gone through a civil breakup, ending things solely because you rarely saw each other. Between his job and yours your schedules were hard to coordinate and it had put unnecessary stress on both of you.

When you’d both decided to break off your relationship you spent the whole night in bed together. You couldn’t even begin to count how many times you and Mat had made love, chuckling as you realized that’s probably when Greyson was conceived.

With a sigh you laid down, your eyes immediately shutting as you drifted off to sleep thinking about you and Mat and your son.

+

Your body wakes you up, the breastmilk leaking through your top a sure sign that you’ve missed a feeding. With a groan you changed before going to hunt down Mat and Grey.

Stretched out across your couch is Mat, Greyson on his bare chest. His eyes scanned over every inch of your son as if he didn’t want to miss a single detail.

“Hi,” you whispered from the doorway, Mat’s eyes finally breaking away from Grey to meet your eyes. “I need to feed him, my boobs are killing me.”

Mat didn’t make any jokes, much to your surprise, as he sat up and handed Greyson over to you. You sat on the opposite end of the couch and quickly latched the baby onto your breast before you looked back over to Mat. His head was in his hands, bent over as he heaved a deep sigh.

“Mat-“

“I’m so sorry,” he cut you off, eyes still locked on the floor. “I… Fuck… After we broke up I was a mess. I started- ah, hooking up with this girl Hayley. It was casual, I literally never saw her outside of our hookups but she clearly wanted more.”

Your heart clenched as Mat told you about this other woman, but you let him keep going. You knew he wouldn’t be telling you this if there wasn’t a point to it all.

“We started casually dating. Just dinner or a movie before we… You know… Anyways last night I woke up to her going through my phone,” Mat stopped, finally pulling his head away from his hands as he looked up at you. “She had been deleting all your messages. I kicked her out and they were all there so I… I listened to every single one and then I drove over here. As soon as I knew I was on your doorstep. I’m so sorry. If I’d known, if I’d heard that first message I would’ve been here for everything.”

You hadn’t even realized you were crying until Mat leaned over to brush the tears staining your cheeks. You met his eyes, hurt and sincerity floating in them.

“I can never stop apologizing for missing all of this but I swear I’ll be here for every moment from here on out,” Mat whispered as he caressed your cheek. “Okay?”

You nodded as Mat kissed your forehead just as Grey let out a whine in your arms. Mat chuckled as you gently patted his back and coaxed a burp out of the infant, “He didn’t wanna be ignored.”

“He’s an attention seeker, just like his dad,” you snorted and watched as Mat’s face lit up. You handed Grey back to him, smiling as your son curled right into him. “He also already looks just like you. Figures since he has your name.”

Mat’s brows furrowed as he looked from Greyson to you, “My name?”

“Greyson Mathew,” Mat’s eyes widened as you grinned. “I knew you wouldn’t have ignored me on purpose or out of spite. And I don’t know what stopped me from just marching down to your place with my huge belly and waiting until you talked to me. I think a part of me was scared that maybe you would reject me to my face. I don’t know but… I’m glad you’re here now.”

Mat pulled you into his side, cuddling you into him as he pressed a kiss to your hair. Grey squirmed around for a second but calmed as you put your hand over Mat’s on his back. The scene was sweet and intimate, what you’d been dreaming of since you found out you were pregnant.

Everything was perfect.

+

“Grey’s screaming,” you groaned as you cuddled into Mat’s chest. “It’s too early for screaming Mathew.”

Mat chuckled as he slowly extracted himself from your hold, “I’ll go get the gremlin. You just lay there and look pretty.”

You grinned up at Mat as he left the room, heading down the hall towards Greyson’s room. A harsh kick landed against your stomach and you groaned, settling your hand against the slight curve of your belly.

“Your brother is already causing a ruckus, I don’t need you too,” you chuckled as another kick hit your hand. “Calm down sweet girl or daddy is gonna come in here and rile you up.”

“My girl is awake?” Mat asked excitedly from the doorway, Greyson on his hip with an identical smile to Mat’s as you rolled your eyes. “Lemme feel her.”

Greyson plopped himself onto the bed and curled into your side, watching with wide eyes as Mat leaned down to whisper to your belly.

“Baby!”

“Yup that’s your baby sister,” you giggled as Mat pressed a kiss to your belly. “Enough Mathew, you already know she’s gonna be a daddy’s girl.”

“I know,” Mat groaned as he looked up at you with a smirk. “But I didn’t get to experience this with Grey. I want to make the most of this.”

You smiled and ran a hand through Mathew’s curls, your wedding rings glinting in the morning light as his cheek pressed against your belly, “You’re an amazing dad Mat, have been from day one. We’re very lucky to have you.”

“I couldn’t imagine my life without you three,” Mat smirked at you before he leaned up and kissed you softly. “Thank you for giving us a family.”

“Thanks for listening to your voicemails,” you grinned as he leaned into your side.

#Mat barzal #Mat barzal imagine #mat barzal fanfiction #nhl imagine #nhl fic #hockey fanfiction #hockey imagine #nina writes

[shitouttabuck]

thank you for keeping us well fed <3

one bed prompt

“ it’s only weird if you make it weird. “

skin/heat/hair in your mouth

buck/eddie | 8.8k | rated e

And sometimes Buck hates having the knowledge of a first responder, but more often than that, he hates being in love with his best friend. Because when he gears up to say what he says next, he doesn’t know how much of it comes from a place of concern and how much, even if it’s just a fraction, comes from wanting Eddie more than anything. “Okay,” he says. “Take off your clothes.” Eddie’s shivering actually does cease for a moment, body going rigid with shock. He leans away from Buck’s embrace, as far as the sleeping bag will allow, so he can look him in the eye. “What?” Buck holds his ground. “Take off your clothes.” Eddie fishmouths at him in surprise, effect ruined a little by the shivering starting up again. “C’mon, you and I both know the best way to warm up is skin-to-skin contact,” Buck says, using the slight space between them to tug off his t-shirt. He reaches down into the sleeping bag, wriggling out of his sweats before wadding them up and tossing them to a corner of the tent.

or, eddie’s bad at camping, buck’s trying to make sure he doesn’t get hypothermia, and naked huddling for warmth is only like the third gayest thing happening in the great outdoors

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#kayley!!! finishing this the day you start your new job so Happy New Job mwah #please when you’re reading this envision the tent scene from the twilight saga eclipse except gayer (sorry kstew) #911 fic #buddie fic #911 #buddie #nina writes #mine

[ninadove]

Kagami’s character sheet, illustrated by the lovely @hartwign and proofread by the amazing @trishacollins! All of Felix’s notes are, of course, absolutely vital to the investigation.

Learn more about the Sentikids Detective Agency here! ❤️🐉

#miraculous ladybug #kagami tsurugi #longg #felix graham de vanily #feligami #sentikids detective agency #nina writes

[eddiemungbean]

Sink My Teeth Into You

a healthy dose of steddie in which Eddie asks Steve to draw him

18+ (mentions of sex)

『••✎••』

“What do I look like?” Eddie asks from his spot on the floor. He’s laying on his back, arms tucked behind his head and hair spread wildly across the plush red carpet. The hem of his shirt is raised ever so slightly, revealing a pale strip of his stomach and a soft trail of hair. 

Steve, from his spot on the couch, keeps his eyes closed and an arm draped over his face. He hums contentedly and says, “Handsome.”

Eddie grins. “You didn’t even look at me.”

“Didn’t have to. You’re always handsome.” This time though, Steve shifts to peek at Eddie from beneath the crook of his elbow. He hums again, appreciatively, sending Eddie a lazy wink.

The two fall back into a serene silence, the only sound in the room is their deep breathing and Steve’s beating heart. They stay like that, quietly listening to the birds beyond the window, hidden behind thick curtains to keep the sunlight out. 

“Describe me,” Eddie says after a moment. He’s curious, and has been since he changed a few years back, unable to see the change for himself in the reflection of a mirror or on the film of a camera.  

Steve sits up and reaches for his glasses on the side table, scratching at the back of his head and making his already messy hair messier. He knows what Eddie wants. Not compliments or jokes. Eddie wants to know if he still looks like himself. He wants to know if he’s more human than monster. 

Eddie watches as Steve puts his glasses on. He watches as Steve beckons him to sit up. He watches Steve’s eyes travel the length of him as he moves, scooting so that he’s parallel to the couch, leaning back on his arms, with his ankles crossed in front of him. He sees the way Steve stops to gaze at each tattoo and each scar until, finally, Steve meets Eddie’s eyes. 

“You have a gray streak in your hair now,” Steve says gently. He reaches forward, wraps the gray curl around his finger and tugs. He does that a lot. Plays with Eddie’s hair, particularly the gray curl, running his fingers through it or brushing it away from Eddie’s face.

Eddie leans into his touch, eyes fluttering, a soft smile on his face. He feels Steve move his hand from his hair to his face, opens his eyes as Steve caresses his cheek. 

“Your skin is pale. Paler than before. And cold. Like marble. Haunting.” Steve feels Eddie flinch against his hand but continues, “Not in a bad way. Like–like something from a dream.”

Eddie relaxes again, satisfied that he’s not scary, not a nightmare come to life. A dream. Steve called him a dream.

Steve moves his fingers down to Eddie’s mouth. He rubs his thumb over Eddie’s bottom lip, pulling on it lightly. Eddie sighs, mouth parting slightly, and Steve grins. 

“My, what big teeth you have.”

Eddie laughs, loud and startled, and smacks a hand to Steve’s shoulder. Steve ignores it, moves so that he’s sitting at the edge of the couch cushion. He leans in close and kisses Eddie. Once. Twice. A third time. All soft, short and sweet. 

When Steve pulls back he says, “They’re totally metal. I bet you have babes lining up, begging for you to sink your teeth into them.”

“Metal huh?”

Steve nods.

“And babes lining up for me?”

“Oh yeah.” Steve exaggerates the words, stretching out the syllables. 

Eddie smirks. “The only babe I wanna sink my teeth into is right here.” He gives Steve’s thigh a pat and then leaves his hand there, slowly inching forward. Eddie can feel a fire burning from his abdomen up to his throat. Hunger. Desire. 

Steve places his hand on top of Eddie’s, stopping him from moving any further up his leg. He has Eddie exactly where he wants him. “Your eyes are red.”

Eddie freezes. This was new. Why hadn’t anyone told him before? Did his eyes freak people out? Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson, walking around with red eyes and fangs for Christ’s sake! 

“Not bright red,” Steve reassures, “not unless you’ve recently eaten, but they kind of glow red if that makes any sort of sense.”

“That makes no sense. At all,” Eddie grumbles.

Steve takes a moment to find the right way to explain, his brows furrowed. “Your eyes are still brown, for the most part. But I can see the red underneath when you’re angry or when you’re sad. They glow really bright when you eat or when you’re playing guitar or when–“ Steve cuts himself off. 

“Or when what”

“When–you know.”

“I really don’t. You’re going to have to tell me, Steve.” But he does know. The faint blush now staining Steve’s cheeks gives it away. Eddie pushes forward until he’s kneeling on the floor, trapped between Steve’s legs. He leans his head against Steve’s thigh, gazing up through long, dark lashes.

Steve visibly gulps. “When we fuck. They glow really bright when we fuck.”

“Ah, so…intense emotions bring out the bloodlust. Even when I’m horny and we’re having mind blowing sex.”

“Especially when you're horny and we’re having mind blowing sex.”

Eddie laughs, delighted. “That’s pretty fucking metal. Are they red right now?”

Steve smirks. “Yeah.”

Eddie winks and bites Steve’s thigh playfully, trying to make himself look more menacing and utterly failing. He laughs when Steve shoves his face away.

There’s a moment of calm. Eddie’s face is pressed up against Steve’s thigh as Steve gently runs his hand through Eddie’s hair. 

“Think you can draw me?” Eddie is looking up at Steve, genuinely curious.

Startled, Steve blurts out, “What?”

“Draw me. I want to see what I look like.” Eddie stands abruptly and turns about the room, trying to locate either his sketchbook or some scrap paper for Steve to draw on. “There you are,” he mumbles to himself as he reaches for the sketchbook he left on the TV stand. 

“No, no. No no no no no.” Steve sinks back into the couch with his hands raised, hoping the cushions will swallow him before Eddie can put a pen in his hand. “You’re the one that can draw!” 

“I can’t draw myself Steve, I don’t know what I look like anymore.”

Steve pushes his glasses askew, pinching the bridge of his nose.

It’s endearing, Eddie thinks, that Steve is getting so worked up over something so small. He likes the way it makes Steve’s heartbeat pound in his chest just a tiny bit faster. He likes the flush on Steve’s neck.

Eddie falls gracelessly beside Steve, poking him in the ribs with a pen and placing his sketchbook in Steve’s lap. 

“Get Will to do it for you,” Steve mumbles.

“Babe, Will’s not in love with me. You are. I want to know how you see me.”

“I literally just told you.”

“Please, Steve?” Eddie widens his eyes and pouts, feigning innocence. He knows Steve won’t be able to resist. It works every time. He even managed to get Steve to play D&D with this look and has been abusing the power it holds over him ever since. 

Steve grabs the pen from Eddie’s hand, examines it and realizes it’s one of those fancy multi-colored ones. “You are the worst,” he says, clicking the red tab and poking Eddie’s forehead, leaving behind a small red dot. “I hope you know this picture is going to look like crap.”

“Thanks Baby.” 

『••✎••』

Twenty minutes later Eddie is holding up a crudely drawn photo next to his face. “The resemblance is truly uncanny.”

There’s a reason why Steve isn’t an artist. The picture, though a valiant effort on Steve’s part, looks like it was drawn by a half blind old man with arthritis. The only thing even remotely accurate is Eddie’s unruly hair. 

“Why are my eyes bleeding?”

Steve snorts. “Shut up. I told you. I told you! Get Will to draw you next time. He’s not in love with you but he has a pretty big crush if you haven’t noticed. I mean, it’s kind of obvious.”

“Oh? Do I detect jealousy? Over a teenage boy who has a teenage crush?”

Steve scoffs. “God no.” And when he sees Eddie teasingly raising his eyebrows he adds, “Maybe, okay? Maybe! I’m not–let’s get one thing straight okay? I’m not jealous of Will’s crush on you, or whatever. I’m just annoyed that I do all these things for these kids and they barely acknowledge me. And then! And then you come along with your messy hair and your tattoos and your stupidly large rings and you smile at them and suddenly they all worship the ground you walk on.”

Eddie smirks. “But don’t you do the same thing? Worship the ground I walk on as soon as I shoot you a smile?”

“The difference is I’m allowed to,” Steve grumbles.

“You, Steve Harrington, are beyond ridiculous.”

“Oh I know,” Steve replies, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. His nose is a whisper against Eddie’s own. “I’m dating a vampire after all.”

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #stranger things #vampire eddie #vampire eddie x steve #vampire eddie munson #vampire eddie munson x steve harrington #fanfic #eddie munson fanfic #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things fanfic #nina writes #smtiy #eddie munson #steve harrington

[seokmashu]

zb1 dorm dynamics part 3

room 3: big dog union!! 🐾

the most chaotic room period

more specifically it's gyuvin causing all the chaos cuz that boy won't stay put. every time you turn to look back at him he's disappeared and gone off to do something else

the "fun" room that the other members go in and out of cuz it's always noisy

usually it's gunwook and gyuvin joking around roping taerae in

gunwook 10000% has his own little towel that he uses to wipe his face after showering, he probably has cute fluffy sandals too that match his cat headband 🐈

remember how gyuvin packed a suitcase full of snacks in bp? he restocked it for the zb1 dorms LOL

taerae brought his guitar to practice with~ he has regular jam sessions with gunwook and yujin who comes in to play

taerae tries to make an effort to bond with matthew because they're both 02s

but they're both kinda awkward lol

matt asks taerae if he knows any english songs and he does!!!

so they do a jam sesh tg 🎸

taerae's fashion terrorist ways make a reappearance

besides guitar, taerae also really likes to build logos in his free time

gyuvin is greatly interested and he'll play with the pieces taerae isn't using to build something

i feel like gyuvin is into baby yoda lmao

gyuvin loves going into room 2 to bother yujin his jaeminnie~ but what he doesn't anticipate is his natural predator ricky

gunwook the student body president likes keeping everything clean in direct opposition to the human tornado gyuvin

gyuvin doesn't even make his bed before he flops onto it like a fish on land

gunwook and gyuvin game together

gunwook is a BIG AF genshin nerd in fact he's probably playing honkai star rail as i type this

gunwook also likes gymming and he'll go with matt everyday when their schedules align (matt likes to sleep in but he also likes having a gym buddy hehe)

at nighttime: surprisingly, they all sleep pretty early

maybe bc they're so worn out from being three frantic scampering chipmunks all day long but they sleep well~

taerae will sometimes stay up to watch videos on his phone

gyuvin will stay up too sometimes to read webnovels/webtoons

overall i see this room being the most fun/chaotic bc they love to joke around with each other, but they also love to go into the other member's rooms to see if anything fun is happening~

>> part 1: jiwoong, hao, matthew

>> part 2: hanbin, ricky, yujin

let me know what y'all think!

#zerobaseone #zb1 #kim taerae #kim gyuvin #park gunwook #zerobaseone scenarios #zb1 scenarios #zerobaseone imagines #zb1 imagines #nina creates #nina writes #also thanks to the person who dmed me ab pt 3 hehe

[darlingaffogato]

i just had to remind myself to eat twice in the span of like, ten minutes, so here is a gentle check-in for anyone who may need it!

When is the last time you ate?

Are you thirsty?

Have you given your eyes a break lately? (I'm especially bad about this one!)

Have you been sitting in the same position for a while? Do you maybe need to get up or stretch, just a little?

🌷 And here's a little hug for anyone who needs one!

#nina writes #gentle reminder #self care for the revolution #nina writes: affirmations ♡ #nina expostulates

[cicinicole-14]

@doc-pickles and i did it again our specialty is me writing half fics in chat which she finishes bc I’m a whore so enjoy a Mother’s Day fic on us!!

#cici writes #nina writes #jolex #jolex fic #the jolex gc

[finnwrld]

bro. guys. i promise. im writing. im just very slow.

#ive been writing like every day #im gonna finish this fucking eddie fic if it takes me the rest of my life #nina writes

[doc-pickles]

sick day | mat barzal

summary: Mat comes home from a roadie and takes care of his family

warnings: throwing up, so much fluff

a/n: y’all asked for dad Mat! enjoy this fluffy piece!

xoxo

nina

Mat was just coming off a four day roadie when you called. The plane had just touched down in New York and he’d turned his phone on only to find you calling.

“Hey baby, we just landed.”

“Mat don’t come home.”

Your words made Mat freeze, Tito looking at him in concern as his face dropped.

“W-what? Baby whatever it is we can-“

“No, no, no,” you rushed out as you realized what Mat thought. “No, god not like that. I’m sorry. We all have the stomach flu and I don’t want you getting sick. All three of us having been throwing up since yesterday morning.”

Mat let out a breath of relief as he leaned back into his seat, “I’m still coming home baby. If you’re all sick I want to take care of you.”

“But you have playoffs right around the corner and I-“

“I’ll see you soon,” Mat’s answer has you heaving a sigh, knowing that arguing with him would be useless. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

+

Half an hour later Mat walked through the front door just as your five year old son Luca puked into the bowl on his lap. You groaned as Rosie, your two year old, burrowed further into your chest with a pained moan. You met Mat’s eyes over their heads and sighed, “Welcome to the fun house.”

Mat dropped his bags by the door and toed his shoes off before going to help Luca. Once he was done throwing up Mat gathered him in his arms and took him upstairs for a bath. You and Rosie both dozed off, your shirt tightly clutched in her hands as she lightly snored.

When you woke up again Rosie was gone and Mat was just coming down the stairs. He smiled at you before he walked over and pressed a kiss to your forehead, “Both kids are bathed and sleeping. How are you feeling mama?”

“Like I got hit by a truck,” you groaned as Mat pulled you into his lap. “Stop, I’m all sweaty and gross and I don’t want to get you sick.”

“I just wanna hold my wife,” Mat groaned as he pulled you closer. “I haven’t seen you in four days.”

You gave up your struggling and settled into Mat’s hold, “And I spent a lot of that time puking my guts out.”

“Why don’t you go take a bath and I’ll watch out for the kids,” you eyed Mat skeptically but he simply met you with an eye roll. “I can handle them babe. Go take care of yourself.”

You begrudgingly walked upstairs, but you couldn’t fight Mat’s thinking as the warm water of the bath soothed your aching muscles. You stayed in far longer than you should have but after getting out you felt a hundred times better.

When you finally trekked back downstairs Rosie was settled on Mat’s hip as he cleared the dishes in the sink. Luca was bundled up on the couch, so you went over to him and pulled him into your lap.

“How are your feeling bubba,” you pressed a kiss to his dark hair as he snuggled close to you. His forehead didn’t feel as warm as earlier so you took that as a win.

“‘m feeling better,” Luca mumbled as he held on tightly to you. “Daddy made toast and I didn’t frow it up.”

You looked up and Mat met your eye over both of your kids heads. He smirked and you swore your heart beat a little faster. You truly couldn’t imagine doing life with anyone but Mat.

The rest of the day went by easily. You all curled up on the couch to watch a movie, Rosie clinging to Mat and refusing to move. Not that Mat was complaining, his daughter tucked in his side as he ran his fingers through her dark curls.

When Luca mentioned that he was hungry Mat was up in an instant to make soup for everyone. Rosie still clung to his chest as he moved around the kitchen and told her everything he was doing. By the time everything was finished Rosie was asleep, arms still tightly wrapped around Mat’s neck.

“I’m gonna go put her down and then I’ll get you both some soup,” Mat leaned down to kiss Luca’s forehead then yours before he headed upstairs with Rosie.

The soup was the perfect thing for your still uneasy stomach. Luca even had a second bowl which made Mat beam with pride. The recipe was from his mom, something he had asked her for the first time Luca had come down with a bad cold. It was a tradition at this point to make it on sick days and you couldn’t complain.

When Luca began to drift off at the table Mat took him upstairs and put him to bed. You began tidying up the kitchen, carefully washing out dishes when Mat came back, “Let me finish cleaning babe.”

“But I-“

“You’re still sick. Go lay down, I’ll be up in a minute,” Mat pressed a kiss to your temple before pushing you towards the stairs with a playful swat to your butt.

You took time to do your nighttime routine, feeling better than you had in days. By the time Mat came upstairs you were tucked under the covers and half asleep.

“C’mere baby,” Mat whispered as he slid into bed, arms stretched out toward you. “I missed sleeping next to you.”

You gladly scooted across the bed and settled onto Mat’s chest, his hands slipping under your shirt to rub your back, “Thank you for taking care of us today.”

“That’s my job,” Mat mumbled into your hair. “I promised you in sickness and in health. Just trying to stay true to my vows.”

As you both drifted off to sleep you couldn’t help but think about how grateful you were to have Mat by your side.

#mat barzal #Mat barzal imagine #mat barzal fanfiction #Mat barzal fic #hockey imagine #hockey fic #nhl imagine #nhl fic #nina writes

[shitouttabuck]

don’t wanna let you love somebody else but me

buck/eddie | 14.7k | rated t

“Well, we’re doing a fancy dinner and mini golf and karaoke,” Buck says, “and those are kinda date activities anyway, right?” “Right,” Eddie says slowly. “Except it’s Chim’s bachelor party, so we can hardly bring dates along, even if we could find them. That’d be weird.” “Well,” Buck says, “I was thinking… what if we were each other’s dates?” Eddie’s brain bluescreens for a moment. Buck must take his total lack of reaction for disagreement, because he hurriedly says, “Like, a pretend date. That way we could test out our, like you said, moves on each other. And then be totally truthful about whether they worked or not. So we get honest feedback and we don’t have to worry about finding someone to try them out on and we can still make it to Chim’s party. And then give Chris some advice before Sunday. Right? Does that make sense?”

or, chris wants dating advice and it turns out taking your best friend on a pretend date to practice being as romantic as possible is not a good idea in theory or in practice, considering the pesky being-in-unrequited-love of it all

read on ao3

#chimneys bachelor party spec fic babey! with a side of fake dating #for the anon who asked if i’d write a spec fic abt the dirty suits buck & eddie had on while filming ep 100 #911 fic #buddie fic #911 #buddie #i wrote this in an absolute fugue state like when i was proofreading it just now i was like. when the hell did i write that #nina writes #mine

[ninadove]

Felix’s character sheet, designed by the amazingly talented @hartwign and proofread by the lovely @trishacollins! Looks like someone had fun exploring the office… 🐾

Learn more about the Sentikids Detective Agency here! 💜🦚

#miraculous ladybug #felix graham de vanily #duusu #sentikids detective agency #nina writes

[thatsbucknasty]

I have a boyfriend

And I have a crush on a girl from my class

I don’t even know her name and we don’t talk but she’s beautiful and funny and talented and I try to stay as far as possible from her because I don’t wanna be a creep or make her feel uncomfortable.

I love my boyfriend and we’ve been together for many years. Although lately I’ve been overthinking everything about us and how it’s been so long and we don’t even have plans for marriage. He’s not as affectionate as he used to be. And I’m also very flawed, immature and insecure. I know that to make things work I need to do my part.

I just feel so shitty that in these many years I’ve never looked at another guy. Until now. Until her. And I don’t even know her name.

#nina writes #word vomit

[eddiemungbean]

Imagine season 5 episode 1 - The Crawl. The screen is black, it’s quiet. Then the sound of bats screeching fades in. And suddenly we’re in the upside down. But things are weirdly…calm. Kirk Hammet’s solo from Master of Puppets fades in. As the camera takes us around upside down Hawkins, the solo gets louder until we end up at Eddie’s trailer. The music crescendos and then abruptly stops. There’s nothing here. Not even bats. The camera falls to the dirt, rests there with the stormy sky as background. And then…

A hand covered in silver rings bursts from the ground, reaching, bloody, shaking. James Hetfeild’s voice blares out along with the sound of the upside down thunder, “FIX ME''. Everything is silent once again. The hand is still reaching. Vecna’s hand comes into frame, reaching and then grasping the hand coming out of the dirt.

And suddenly the screen is black again. A few seconds of tense silence. 

Vecna’s voice rumbles, “Eddie.”

Then the Stranger Things titles begin.

We’re left screaming at the screen and don’t get any answers until the second episode of season 5.

#I've been thinking about this for a while #im obviously delusional #but can you see what im seeing #stranger things #eddie munson #vampire!eddie #vecna #nina speaks #nina writes

[seokmashu]

zb1 dorm dynamics part 1

based off this tweet this is how i imagine zb1 dorm rooms are like:

room 1: the snorez 😴

definitely got put together because the other members could not sleep due to the construction noises

the coworkerz are probably a little awkward around each other in the beginning -- i mean this picture was probably their third interaction 💀

BUT over time i can see the two of them bonding over being the oldest hyungs taking care of everyone else

matthew goes to both of them for advice when things get tough and both of them are really good listeners who try to be considerate of his feelings, they have little sunshine protector moments heh 😊

hao is shocked to find out where their tattoos are

he already knew matthew's bicep one but didn't know about the one on his back, also he doesn't notice jiwoong's leg tattoo for like a month lol

bin 100% comes to their room every night (to see hao), similarly gyuvin barges in all the time whenever he feels like it

however hao also needs his alone time loool i can see him trying to be considerate of all the Es in the house for a few days until he sets proper boundaries with them and also gets headphones lmao

matthew games on his phone, zhang hao stays up studying using one of those book lights, jiwoong also reads a bit before bed

matthew probably realizes how much hate he's been getting online :( so he stays up all night cuz he's too anxious to sleep and in the morning has deep bags under his eyes for weeks until one day zhang hao notices how late he's been staying up (bc he also stays up) and they have a heart to heart about it (jiwoong also joins in) and the three of them talk for hours deep into the night

in the morning the two hyungs check up on matthew :') matthew feels grateful to them and they all bond, this is also when jiwoong and hao get close too :)

jiwoong does a face mask every single night which inspires the other two to take better care of their skin too -- one day he gets a pack of animal face masks to share with them and he giggles at how cute they look

gives a pig mask to matthew and an elephant one to hao hahah

gives the zebra one to himself

they take a lot of selcas, some cute some imitating their animals lool

both jiwoong and hao help matthew with his fashion sense asdlfalsasdf

matthew ask about hao's music experience and his teaching experience, sometimes hao will practice in front of them at night and they have a little concert hehe the other members also come by to listen sometimes

hao practices his korean every night and asks jiwoong for help sometimes

matthew also joins in sometimes

overall i see this being a very chill room where they all have their own nighttime activities (jiwoong reads and does skincare, hao studies or practices, matthew sleeps early or games with some of the other members) and are considerate of each other

>> part 2: hanbin, ricky, yujin

>> part 3: taerae, gunwook, gyuvin

lemme know your thoughts c:

#zerobaseone #zb1 #nina writes #nina creates #seok matthew #kim jiwoong #zhang hao #i'm literally rewatching boys planet rn to make sure i get my facts straight lol #this is probably 10% real 90% my imagination #lmk what y'all think! #zerobaseone scenarios #zb1 scenarios #zerobaseone imagines #zb1 imagines

[darlingaffogato]

for a couple of days, i've been kicking around the idea of writing an essay or two abt my experiences/relationship with horror media.

and the thing is, i don't feel like i have anything ~new~ to say; i basically keep saying to myself, "pfft, anybody could write that!"

except THIS time, i stopped myself and said, "hey, I'M part of anybody! so if ~anybody could do it~, that includes me!"

which is what i'm carrying forward when i start to think, no, i shouldn't Do The Thing.

so, idk, i thought maybe this way of reframing the argument might be useful to other reluctant creative types

#nina expostulates #nina writes #nina writes: affirmations ♡ #gentle reminder