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feelslikegold · 3 days

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josh stop kissing fans you’re going to get sick again 😭😭😭

#yes they’re just forehead and cheek kisses….. but stop it 😭😭😭😭#also. the cuteness is killing me 🧍🏻‍♀️#josh kiszka

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lordprettyflackotara · 18 hours

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the sturniolo tumblr community is quite literally a dumpster fire right now so i am going to put out this disclaimer as to what my opinion is and what you can/cannot expect from my blog going forward:

1. writing about an actual human being (not a character from a show/movie/fiction), without them acknowledging fanfics and being okay with it and/or not caring, is NOT okay! so NO i will not write for nate or read any fics ab him. bc like what is there to simp over? what do we really know about nate? & besides that shit, he has not consented to being overly sexualized on the internet. he is literally a random motherfucker who half of you would not recognize if he walked past you on the street.

2. i think a majority of us are on the same page on this one but get the old ass motherfucker who wrote a fic about her and matt when she’s middle aged the actual FUCK away from my blog & my face. i don’t even need to elaborate on this one.

3. the death threats yall send around this fandom are insane bc is it ever that deep🧍🏻‍♀️. we all just happen to be fans of three white boys and yall out here sending death threats? over what? i hate to be that person but please go outside. 🚨it is okay that not everyone thinks alike🚨

4. writing smut male x readers for chris/matt and smut female x readers for nick is morally wrong and i will not write them! absolutely the fuck not!

5. deepfakes are crossing the line and not okay. dont ever bring that shit my way, get a fucking grip

6. this is probably the most popular controversy im seeing right now. it is okay to have the opinion that the triplets content is declining. it is okay to think its not. it is okay to be disappointed in the decrease in content. ITS OKAY TO HAVE A FUCKING THOUGHT.

in conclusion: you bitches are going to make everyone go bald if you keep this dumbass shit up

i’m not leaving the fandom by any means but i am definitely going to take a step back for a bit (not from you my beautiful mutuals mwah) & spend some time writing for the other fandoms i am in that are not being engulfed in flames. with all my love, tara

#matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x reader #sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo smut

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ventique18 · 14 hours

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- Nonsense dream fangirling -

I DREAMED OF MALLEUS SILVER AND SEBEK 😭🙏 I felt like I was in heaven and didn't want to wake up omg. Now I know how Malleus' NRC sleep victims felt LOL

The premise was that we're all high school students and one day we're on a field trip to some mall. Silver was my classmate so we were in the same bus. I was insane and sat beside him to ask him to escort me to see his big brother 😭😭😭

So yeah a large part of the dream was me and Silver adventuring through this HUGE mall. Mind you Silver was so handsome in my dream and so dashing because he would hold my hand when we had to hop through dangerous stairs for some reason. Then I realized he was wholeass flirting with me. 😭 You know what I did??

🧍🏻‍♀️ "Bro you know I'm only here for your brother right"

I REJECTED HIM LIKE THAT 😭 My brain is insane OMG

So we continued on our way and there was a very, very noticeable tension in my heart. I WAS SERIOUSLY ANTICIPATING MALLEUS. We had a Google Maps app with us and my heartbeat was going faster every time we're getting a step near him OMG. Yes, he's marked in the map for some reason.

AND THEN I SAW HIM WHEN WE TURNED THE CORNER.

I crumpled to the ground. I'M SO SERIOUS. I was wailing in my dream OH MY GOD. I KEPT SAYING HE WAS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING IN THE WHOLE UNIVERSE HOLY SHIT. And I was convinced he really was. I don't really remember what he looked like anymore, but my dream converted him into a real guy and that's probably unconsciously my actual type in real life. I just vaguely remember he looked somewhat Asian.

So the rest of the dream was us going through the mall and shopping. I was so giddy the entire time it's embarrassing and crazy. I spent a bit of time with Sebek browsing through cosplay for some reason because apparently it was Halloween and I needed to look attractive for Malleus. 😭 I thought I was going to go on a romantic date with Malleus but then I was rudely awakened by the smell of neighbor grilling fish, so I had to scramble to fetch the laundry I let out to dry before it smelled like fish.

Ok that was unnecessarily long and I might delete this BUT THE FEELING WAS INTENSE DJKSKKS I really love Malleus so much, even in dreams 😭❤️

#ventique ponders

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morgana-larkin · 3 days

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another whole ass detailed prompt from me😂

Abbott staff finding out r is single during the little game at the library. Say after Janine walked out, she came back and continued the game. Happy that r being single since birth is the new hot topic and not her relationship with Tariq. They all decided to set up r into dates,even Melissa set her up with someone. They are not aware r is gay, and Mel didn't know r has some sort of crush on her. During the process, Mel caught feelings* and the staff notices it but r failed to do so. However, she sees r is enjoying the company of the person they set her up with. Sort of angst, because I eat that sht. Idiotic type of angst tbh 'cause turns out the only reason why r and her date* are getting along is because the first date* they had they both confessed they're just agreed to it because of their friends and coworkers, and they're both gay. They became some sort of besties. Whenever they have a date*, they would just talk about each other's crush, and plotting how they would tell each other's cowerkers what is really happening between them. Then he notices that Mel is being jealous and suggested to keep up with their set up* a little bit more until Melissa snaps and make a move on her, to which r disagreed 'cause she fails to notice that she and Mel share mutual feelings. He still continued the plan, he surprised* r in school day, and r gave him a glare of "what the hell are you doing?" and Melissa finally snaps walking out slamming the door. He then smiled to r and said "go get your girl and calm her down before she retrieve her bat and hit my deeply moisturized face". The staff looked at them flabbergasted, they both panicked and confessed they're gay. R tried to talk to Mel after that but she became distant (she didn't know what happened in the break room) so distant r felt she was the plague and it hurt her. It continued for about two weeks until r gets tired and angry of it, decided to show up in the redhead's door step unannounced, and confronts her why was she ignoring her and how she felt about her and sort of.

If you're going to write about this, can I suggest you post it seperately 🥹 and not bind into this question like the usual layout, prompt*and then below is the fic itself because I'm afraid I hyper detailed this prompt and gave off the whole twist 😭and it's so long lololol sorry. I don't know if it makes sense tho, this just shows off my poor construction of sentences 😐 Anyway, I always look forward to your works 🤌🏼✨. You are amazing and thank you for writing. I feel like you're a genie 🧞‍♂️ granting our wishes everytime.

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Hiya! It made perfect sense! This was a really fun prompt and glad you sent it! Thank you so much for loving my writing ❤️ when I first read the genie part I actually laughed, never thought someone would say that but it’s sweet. But I do standby: what the people want, the people get.

Anyway, here’s the prompt for ‘I Feel A Rainbow In You’!

#melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti x oc #melissa schemmenti x you #melissa schemmenti fanfic #x reader #fanfic

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baura-bear · 1 day

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Thinking about in middle school my college au with gender fluid Davey except he’s still experimenting with everything and he’s been put in the men’s dorms so he’s like also not sure how accepting everyone is. Anyway obviously Jack and Davey are roommates and one day Davey thinks Jack is gone for the weekend so she’s glamming it up like full beat absolutely over the top but either Jack forgets something or Davey had the wrong weekend so Jack walks in but he’s SO STUPID and his brain isn’t like “oh this is Davey with makeup and a dress” he thinks “OH! This must be Davey’s sister that I’ve heard so much about” and he’s like “nice to meet you!! Where’d Davey go?” And Dave just stands there like 🧍🏻‍♀️ not sure what to do or whether or not to be like “I’m literally right here” or “I dunno??? Nice to meet you :))))” but Jack’s just running in to grab something so he’s like “sorry, late to class gotta run!! I hope we can talk more later!”

Obviously David has the “wow I have the stupidest roommate ever” moment, then the “would he hate crime me if he knew” moment, then the “do I tell him it was me” moment.

later jack comes back and Davey’s back in his regular masc plaid jammies and jacks like "i met sarah today! where were you?" and Davey’s straight up lies like "oh! i must’ve been in the bathroom 😅" but jack knows the nervous twinge that davey gains when he tries to lie so he does the owl 360 head turn thing and squints at davey, analyzing the eyeliner that Davey didn’t manage to wipe away completely.

“Dave.”

“Jack?”

“I’m an idiot.”

“Yeah.”

Then obviously they have a heartfelt conversation and the entire time Jack is just like 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰😍😍😍😍😍

#newsies #david jacobs #jack kelly #javey #college au #having newsies thoughts for the first time in a while #well I guess not because these thoughts are like 5 years old #whatever

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cherry-holmes · 2 hours

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REGRET

(Javier Peña x F!Reader)

Credits of the gif on the image.

MAIN MASTERLIST

Summary: Finding out you’re pregnant create a split between you and Javier. He soon will discover that one can regret they own words.

Pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader

Word count: +3k

Warnings: Writer prefer to not give details to prevent spoilers. Read under your own responsibility.

A/N: Hello👋🏻 This is a little something that came to my mind when a saw this gifs last week🧍🏻‍♀️ Let me know in comments if you like it👀

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Javier and you have been dating for a year and a half now. It started as something casual. You were just neighbors, then you used to talk about the weather when you crossed paths in the building. Then, he invited you for a drink, and you ended up in his bed.

He told you he was a DEA agent, and you talked about your community service as an English teacher in Bogotá.

Javier was funny and charming. He always treated you like a princess and fucked you like a slut. He was attentive, but he worked a lot. You never seriously talked about what exactly you were, but you spent much more time at his place than yours. He hadn't given you a key, precisely, but he told you he had a copy on top of his door so you could enter when you arrive and he was still at work. He picked you up from the school, and you cut his hair when needed.

Life had been busy, and you never really stopped to ask him if your relationship had a label. The truth is, neither of you had actually stopped and asked each other what would come next when he caught Escobar and/or you finished your community service.

You never thought about it, until that damn morning.

"Fuck."

It can't be happening. Two lines on a pregnancy test were the last thing you needed. You looked at it for a long, long time, trying to process what was going on. You wanted a blood test to confirm, but there's a reason why you already took a pee test. Morning sickness and a delay in your period activated the alarms. You hadn't told Javier anything yet, but it was only a matter of time now.

That afternoon you went to the laboratory, and by noon you received a phone call confirming the results. You were, indeed, very pregnant. After you hung up the phone, you cried a lot. How were you going to tell Javi? What would you do with your job? What were you going to tell your parents? Did you really want to have it... him/her?

You felt the urgency to make a decision in that very moment. Javier was going to ask you when you told him, and you knew he hated the "I don't know."

It took you one, two, three hours, and you had an answer. You knew it was the right one because you thought it would take you a lot longer to decide. But when your heart landed in the same place over and over so quickly, you simply knew it.

Javier came home late at night, but earlier than usual. He looked tired and pissed, and he let his weight fall on the kitchen chair to devour what you had made for dinner. You looked at him the entire time, and the nervousness in your chest made it impossible to eat anything. You wanted to tell him. You couldn't contain the news any longer.

"Javi," you began. He didn't look at you for more than a second before his sleepy eyes fell on his plate again. "I have something to tell you. It's very important."

"What is it, babe?" he asked, his voice slurred.

"I..." You fought the lump in your throat, encouraging yourself to tell him. "I'm pregnant."

Until that moment, you didn't know what you expected. You didn't imagine him crying with emotion and jumping around the apartment, screaming to the four winds that he was going to be a dad. But you didn't imagine what his real reaction would be, either.

Javier didn't even look at you. He dropped his fork, leaned back in his chair, and passed his hands over his face. It wasn't a surprised, emotional reaction. He was pissed. He was cursing the situation.

You didn't say anything as you felt your heart and soul sink into your stomach. Disappointment washed over you as you saw his reaction. You tried to think of something else to say, but you went blank.

"We can't," he finally said, really looking at you for the first time that night.

"What do you mean we can't?" your voice was only a whisper.

He looked at you like you were crazy. "You're not seriously thinking about having it."

Your mouth went dry, but tears welled up in your eyes. "Well... I do."

Javier's face hardened. "It's not safe, not with what I do, not with Escobar still out there."

"We can figure this out together," you said, your voice quivering. "I-I know this country is dangerous and this is probably not the right time, but is already happening and I..."

"Are you sure you're...?" he began. It hurt you the fact that he couldn't even say it.

You stood up and reached for your purse. He saw you as you placed both the pee and the blood test in front of him.

"Puta madre." Javier stood up, pacing the kitchen. "Did you take the pills?" he demanded.

You nodded. "I do. But they're not a hundred percent effective."

He ran his fingers through his hair in an almost desperate gesture. "I can't do this. Parenting is not on my plans, and you know it."

"I didn't want this to happen either, Javier, and I'm sorry," you said, trying not to cry. "But you need to people to make a baby. So, we have to figure this out together."

"Don't complicate things more," he added. He made his way to the living room, pacing like a caged animal. "Think about the consequences. I can't risk my focus on this job for this."

Tears streamed down your face. "So, what? You want me to get rid of it?"

"I think it's the best option for both of us."

After a long, cold moment of silence, you shook your head, stepping back. "I can't believe you."

He sighed heavily, looking away. "You don't understand... it's too dangerous."

"I don't care," you cried. "I'm gonna have this baby. With or without you."

He sighed. He saw the determination on you. Now he needed to make a decision, since you're not going to change yours.

"Ok," he said finally. "It will happen, but you need to go back to the States."

"No," you sentenced. Javier couldn't believe your stubbornness. "I'm not going to leave, either. I can't leave the school. Those kids need my help."

He was doing his best to not completely lost his patience and say something (more) that he could – and will – regret.

"I can't concentrate on my job and take care of a pregnant woman," he sentenced, adding your name at the end in a way you had never heard before.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your voice. "Well, then don't worry about me. I can handle this on my own."

Javier stared at you, his eyes dark with frustration. He thought of his parents. They didn't raise a man who shirks responsibility, one who doesn't own the consequences of his actions.

For a long moment, the only sound was the ticking of the clock on the kitchen wall. Finally, Javier sighed deeply, his shoulders slumping in defeat.

"No," he said. "If that's what you want, fine. You'll have my financial support, but that's all. As soon as you finish your community service, you'll go back home. I'll send you money, that's it."

"I don't want anything from you, Javier. Not if you're not going to do it with real love," you whispered, heartbroken.

Javier's jaw tightened, but he didn't argue. He turned away, staring at the wall, his hands clenched into fists.

He looked down, unable to meet your gaze. "I never saw myself as a dad. I don't think I ever will," he admitted. "That's all I can offer. I'm sorry it's not what you expected. I'm sorry I can't be the man you need."

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Days turned into weeks, and your relationship with Javier seemed to be stuck in a constant struggle of awkward interactions and avoiding each other. He started working even later, and sometimes he didn't even spend the night at the apartment. He came back the next morning smelling like whiskey and cigarettes. When he did sleep at home, he took the couch while you slept on his bed. When you woke up in the morning, he wasn't there.

Both of you finally reached an agreement. You recognized that you needed his help, and he was aware that he had to be responsible for the situation. You moved in with Javier so you wouldn't have to waste money paying rent. Moreover, you would return to the US when you were seven months pregnant. He would conclude his duty in Colombia however long it took. Neither of you wanted to talk about what would happen then.

Your belly was now thirteen weeks along. Soon, Javier found his place filled with baby stuff. Every day he discovered something new you had bought: tiny clothes, maternity clothing, maternity books. His bathroom smelled like the body cream you used to apply on your belly, and there was a list of pregnancy-friendly foods hung on the refrigerator. He could tell you were putting your heart into preparing for the baby, and at times he felt guilty for not being able to find his own paternal instinct.

On the contrary, you were caught in a fragile rhythm. He continued his dangerous work, and you dedicated yourself to your work at school.

Nights were still lonely, but at least you had your baby. You talked and sang to them. You applied anti-stretch mark creams to your belly, and read everything about babies and labor. You were excited to meet your baby boy or girl, but sadly, at the same time, you felt heartbroken because you loved Javier, and you wished he was more present during the process. However, you had to accept that it wasn't mutual. He didn't love you; he never truly did and probably never would. He just liked to fuck. You should have known it before. Maybe you did, but you were so in love with him that you thought you could change him. Either way, it was too late now.

Javier gave you more money than you needed to cover everything you needed. He never said no when you told him you needed medicine, to pay for a doctor's appointment, or special food that didn't provoke nausea.

But he never went to those appointments with you. He never asked how they went, either. He never showed any interest in the progress of your pregnancy. It was as if he had completely detached himself from the situation, leaving you to navigate the journey alone.

Or at least, that was how you saw it. The truth was, Javier was having a difficult time processing the fact that he would be a father. He had never seen himself getting married, let alone having children.

Furthermore, there was something terrifying about having a baby in Colombia during the war he was fighting. He had witnessed men fall, leaving widows and orphans behind.

He realized that he was more scared of leaving you and his child alone in this chaotic and unfair world if something happened to him. Or worse, he feared that you have to pay for his sins and mistakes. He couldn't bear the thought of that, and he often had nightmares about losing you both.

He didn't know how to express his feelings for you. He couldn't let himself relax and just settle into the nest with you.

One of those nights, when he decided to come home earlier after work, he found you sleeping in bed. You had an open book beside you on a page about what to expect during the second trimester. You had fallen asleep in an awkward position, so he had to gently wake you up to help you move into a more comfortable one. You mumbled in your sleep, calling his name softly and sweetly. Javier felt warmth in his chest, a need to cuddle with you, touch your belly for the first time, and hold you and the baby close.

But he just couldn't do it. He didn't know why, but he couldn't. He limited himself to tucking you in with a warm blanket and opening the window for fresh air, as you liked it. He went to the kitchen, filled a glass with water, and put it on your nightstand because he knew you got thirsty in the middle of the night.

Javier observed you for a moment, peacefully sleeping, carrying his baby. He missed your soft lips and your fingers in his hair. He missed making you laugh and talking to you about each other's days. And now, he longed to make things right and try to win your heart back.

Tomorrow, he said. Turning down the lights, he went to his place on the couch.

But tomorrow was too late.

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He left early in the morning to attend an emergency meeting at the Embassy. Steve spend all morning complaining about Messina and the tie-and-suit motherfuckers, but Javier's thoughts were on you.

He was lost on his own thoughts, trying to find the right words to tell you. He was still scared, but he was determined to try. To make it work.

He was on his desk, a report on his hands but he wasn't reading it, when his landline rang.

"Peña," he picked up.

"Is this Javier?" a woman's voice asked urgently.

"Who's this?"

"This is María from the school," she said. He immediately knew something was wrong. He barely remembered María, you had presented each other last year on your birthday.

"There's been an emergency," she continued explaining, anguish filling her voice. "She's been taken to the hospital."

Javier's heart dropped. "Is she okay?"

"She collapsed in class. They think it might be related to her pregnancy. You need to get to the hospital as soon as you can."

Javier didn't waste a second. He grabbed his jacket and bolted out of the Embassy, ignoring Steve's confused shouts. The drive to the hospital was a blur, his mind racing with fear.

What happened? You were fine last night... Didn't you? He felt a pang of guilt. What if you didn't felt well but you didn't say anything because you thought he would be mad? Fuck... He should be more available for you. You should trust him.

When he finally arrived at the hospital, he rushed to the reception desk, asking for your name. The nurse nodded and directed him to the emergency room. His heart pounded as he approached the doors, dread settling in his stomach.

He found you lying on a hospital bed, pale and hooked up to monitors. The doctor was speaking to a nurse nearby. Javier's throat tightened as he stepped closer.

The doctor noticed him and approached. "Are you related?"

"Yes, how is she?" Javier asked, his voice shaky.

The doctor sighed. "I'm sorry to inform you, but she lost the baby. There was nothing we could do. It was a miscarriage."

Javier felt like the ground had been ripped out from under him. He looked at your unconscious form, tears welling up in his eyes. "Can I see her?"

"Of course, but she's sleeping right now," the doctor said gently. "She's stable now, but you had to sedate her. This has been very traumatic for her."

Javier nodded and moved to your bedside. He took your hand in his, feeling the weight of his own failures crashing down on him. He had failed to protect you, to be there when you needed him the most.

Hours passed as he sat by your side, holding your hand and watching you sleep. When you finally stirred and opened your eyes, he was there. His eyes were teary, reddened from his contained emotions.

"Hey," he whispered, placing a strand of hair behind your ear. "I'm here," he said, squeezing your hand. "I'm so sorry. I should have been there. I should have done more."

You closed your eyes, tears slipping down your cheeks. "I lost my baby." Your voice was barely a whisper, little sobs escaping your lips. You were still in a haze of sedatives and mourning.

Javier nodded, his heart breaking at the pain in your voice. "I know. I'm so, so sorry."

"No, you don't," you said, hurt and anger painting your weak voice. "You didn't want my baby."

"I was scared," he confessed, his voice cracking. "I didn't know how to handle any of this. But I never wanted this to happen. I never wanted to lose our baby."

You shook your head, tears streaming like rivers down your cheeks. The gaze you gave him was filled with anger and resentment, piercing through his chest.

"Fuck you," you cried.

Javier flinched as if you had struck him. He looked away, unable to bear the intensity of your anger and sorrow.

"I'm sorry," he whispered again, his voice barely audible.

"You never be there for us, so don't come and say you're sorry," your words melted into an unstoppable crying. You felt like if your heart would literally broke into a million pieces. Grief and exhaustion weighing heavily on you, you felt an overwhelming sense of emptiness.

"I know I can't make this right. I know I failed you. But please, let me be here for you now," he pleaded, but there was nothing he could say to soothe your unbearable pain.

"You're a piece of shit, Javier," you spat, your voice trembling with anger and grief. "I don't want to see you ever again."

You turned away from him, your tears flowing freely.

He lingered for a moment, hoping for some sign of forgiveness, but when none came, he slowly left the room, closing the door behind him.

He stood in the hallway, leaning against the wall, feeling the crushing weight of his failures. He had lost not only his child but also the trust and love of the woman who meant more to him than he had ever admitted.

#javier peña fic #javier pena fanfiction #pedro pascal #fanfic #narcos #pedro pascal x reader #imagina javier peña #javier pena imagine #javier pena fic #javierpeña #javier pena narcos #javier peña #javier peña x reader #javier peña x y/n #javier peña x f!reader #javier peña x female reader

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statichvm · 3 months

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you don’t unlock the biblically accurate angels package until a 70 year old woman with butterfly clips in her hair manages to both shame you for trauma and out you in front of your entire youth group in the same breath sorry

#🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️#i still have a personal vendetta against butterfly clips. btw.#personal ramblings

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