#also this makes me wanna go walk on the beach....i miss being able to Go places
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Linecook Anakin HCs pt 2
pt one
HELLO once again i am back with more ani hcs… i have a multitude of ideas like a never ending flow so if u all want more lmk :)
warnings: cursing, ani is a typical horny young adult, smoking; weed, cut?
Sometimes he wears a black bandana to hold his hair back and…. Fuck, its hot
Wears a black hat sometimes too
One time he forgot to bring something to pull his hair back so he embarrassingly had to use someone’s neon scrunchie- he was not thrilled
The type of guy to douse himself in cologne before shift so he smells “good” for longer (plus he thinks you'll like it)
He definitely looks on the schedule app to see what day’s you’re working
Happily surprised when he sees you walk into the kitchen when he knew you weren’t scheduled.
Walks up to you when you’re clocking in; tosses his rag over his shoulder and leans up against the wall beside you.
“Hey beautiful, I didn’t think you were scheduled”
“Nah, I picked up Hera’s shift, wanted some extra money”
He clicked his tongue and smiled, “Ahh, I think you just missed me, you could have just texted me princess”
“In your dreams Skywalker”
Lots of “fuck’s” and “goddamn’s” when he accidently burns himself on the grill or oven.
When he cuts himself while preparing the meat or veggies, make sure to clean it out and put a brightly colored bandaid (he keeps them in his pockets) on it… mostly because he wants you to notice he injured himself.
“What happened Anakin?”
“Oh, nothing- I just was cutting too quick- it kinda hurts tho…wanna kiss it better for me?” he comments with a smirk
“Ughhh, I guess” you roll your eyes and indulge him.
He gets pissy when the other waitresses aren't running the food in the window because it backs up his workspace and he cant put out new orders
“Hands to the front!” he yells, as he checks the screen for the incoming orders
No one answers, he looks around and sees the waitress doing side work and getting drinks, but not running his food. what the fuck?!
A part of him is frustrated that you aren’t backing him up, but then he realizes you're not even in the kitchen.
You walk in and see the window is still full; “Guys! Can I get some hands to the window?! I can’t run all of your food plus mine and serve my tables all at the same time” you say loudly.
You stand by the window handing the plates to the new line of waitresses who are now ready to work so they don’t get yelled at later
“Alright, let's get these out quick! I know its rush but Anakin cant put up the new orders if these don't go out”
He smiled to himself, you’re not only helping him out, but you also care about him being able to do his work too.
Once everything is out and things have calmed down he thanks you
“I appreciate it, princess”
“No worries, I was just sick of running everyone’s shit by myself” you sigh
“You’re doin great” he smiles
One time you were on vacation for two weeks and he thought he would die
He flirted with other waitresses but it wasn't the same
The day you came back to work he was surprised to see you- he had forgotten to check who was working
“Hey y/n!”
His ears perk up at your co-worker’s sing-songy voice.
“Hey Rose” you reply.
You walk into the kitchen; your skin has a noticeable beach tan and he can see a small hit of your bikini line by your collarbone (and ofc that goes straight to his dick- good thing he’s wearing an apron)
“Hey Ani” you say, walking past the kitchen to put your purse in the back.
“Hey beautiful”
Throughout the shift he can't help but watch you breeze through the kitchen like you never left.
Your radiant smile enchants him, making it hard for him to concentrate on the orders coming in.
Definitely curses out new cooks when they mess up too much during rush
Anakin hates when the manager assigns him trainees- he doesn’t wanna come to work and have some idiot mess up his flow by following him all over creation
He gets this new guy and already doesn’t like him because he’s way too talkative
When the new guy finally starts on his own, he starts trying to get the know the waitresses: He talks about this TV show with Hera, exchanges jokes with Rose, banters with Ahsoka, but he doesn’t really talk to you; not that you care, work is for work- you don’t need to make friends with everyone.
Deep down Anakin is kind of glad he doesn’t try to talk to you (he gets a weird vibe from the new guy)
On 4/20 he brought a bong and all of the cooks and him hit it in the back before shift.
Everyone thought it was gonna be a disaster, but surprisingly all the cooks were more on top of orders than usual; half of them got really focused on getting stuff right, others just relaxed, and then there was the few who thought everything was hilarious
The restroom is in the front house where the guests sit, so when the cooks need a break they have to walk through the restaurant.
Sometimes you’ll see anakin come from the back; apron off, messy hair, and his cleaning rag looped on his belt.
But what you also see is a multitude of customers watching hungrily as he walks by.
For some reason that stirs something in you… annoyance? Or maybe it's jealousy?
He really is too hot to be working in the back of a restaurant- his face alone would make much more doing something more appearance based.
But what you don’t know is that he thinks the same exact thing about you.
Anakin walks back in from a smoke break and hears the “new” guy talking about a certain waitress he seems to like.
“Yea, y/n? she’s bangin’, like fine af. Y’all don’t understand how hard imma hit that when I get the chance”
Anakin’s eye twitches at the disrespectful description of your body and who tf did this guy think he was? There’s no way you’d even entertain him.
He’s two steps away from taking this guy out back and kicking his ass.
“Woah, woah man. That might not be the best idea” Rex, another cook, says.
“Yea, dude. Y/n is basically Skywalker’s girl… and I wouldn’t wanna mess with him when it comes to her” Cody offers.
Anakin saunters from around the corner, acting like he wasn't listening and the conversation subsides.
Later walks up to the new guy and grips his shoulder uncomfortably hard; “Yea, the guys are right- I would advise you stay away from y/n and I swear- If I ever hear you making crude comments about her again- you’ll be meeting me out back”
Anakin pats his back and continues on- safe to say he never talks about you again
Scrolls on dating apps that he never actually utilizes when he gets home from a closing shift and finds you- he sits up and focus on all of his attention on your profile
Suddenly bro’s a super spy because he’s analyzing everything- your bio, your likes, what you're looking for, your preferences, your music taste.
He taps through your pics and his eyes widen as he sees you in clothes other than just work ones… and maker- you are gorgeous.
His sweatpants feel a little tighter as he scans over a pic of you from your beach vacation- he recognizes the bikini by the tan he saw in you earlier in the month.
His hands tremble just a little as he decides if he should swipe right or just let it go.
In a moment of bravery he swipes right- now he’ll show up in your feed to judge-
“Match”
What?
The screen flashes pink and the words “match” are plastered across the top
That means that you saw his profile first and swiped right… what does this mean for work tmr??
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!!gif not mine!!
Trip
This is not requested! Also I apologise for any grammar or spelling errors, I’m rushing </3
You had never been to Australia before, so when Rhea offered to take you there during her short time off you were thrilled. You wanted to spend as much time with her as possible in the place she grew up.
She took you everywhere, showing you all the places she loved during her childhood. Her family were welcoming and sweet, opening their home to you and giving you a place to rest for your short stay.
It was the final day of your stay, the sun shining through the curtains was what had awoken you. Your eyes squinted trying to adjust to the light, you sat up and turned your head to see a sleeping Rhea. You smiled at the sight, seeing her at peace brought you such joy. Being a wrestler and travelling around the country almost 7 days a week was a tiring job, it was one that she loved but that doesn’t mean she wasn’t tired.
You pushed hair that was covering her eyes behind her ear, her eyes opened.
“Good morning.” She said, her voice sounding hoarse having just woken up.
“Good morning love.” You replied back, giving her a kiss. “How’d you sleep?”
“Amazing, I always sleep well when you’re with me.” She told you. “Just sucks that we have to leave tomorrow, I’m gonna miss my family and being able to relax.”
You hopped out of bed and started to get dressed.
“What are you doing?” She asked. “Don’t you wanna sleep in? We only have a day left.” She sat up to look at you.
“Exactly and I don’t want it to go to waste by laying in bed all day.” You grabbed your bag that was laying on the bedside. “I’ll be waiting in the car, be quick!”
She chuckled to herself when you left the room, rolling her eyes in a joking manner and began to get ready.
You sat in the driver’s seat of the car, impatiently waiting for your girlfriend. You wanted to take her to the beach for your last day in Australia. To watch the waves and smell the ocean, but to be honest with yourself. You know Rhea didn’t go to the beach much during her time of living here, so you couldn’t think of a better way to end your trip.
“There you are!” You beamed at the sight of your girlfriend. “Finally I thought I’d be sitting here all day.”
“Oh be quiet, I wasn’t that long.” She laughed, smacking your shoulder as she sat in the passenger’s seat. “Now, care to tell me where we’re going?”
“No way, it’s a surprise babe.” You said, starting the car. “And I think you’ll like it.”
“I don’t like surprises but whatever floats your boat love.”
Rhea’s head laid against the side of the car window, almost drifting off to sleep. That was until she smelt the recognisable smell of the ocean.
“Y/nnnn?” Rhea said, looking over at you with a slightly raised eyebrow.
“Ok ok, I’m taking you to the beach. I’m not going to come to Australia and not go to the beach dear.” The car came to a halt, you looked over at your girlfriend who seemed incredibly happy to see the beach. You both got out of the car, Rhea grabbed your hand walking you over.
“I’m glad you took me here, I didn’t appreciate the beach enough here until it was gone.” She told you as you walked.
You both sat down, you laid on a blanket. Admiring the water as it glistened in the sunlight.
“Thank you.” She said, laying her head on your shoulder and taking in the breeze. “You always know how to make my day special.”
“I love you Rhea.” You kissed the top of her head and closed your eyes.
“I love you y/n.”
I’m gonna start doing requests when more come in!! Thank you so much for the support on my first post. It’s incredibly motivating! 🩶
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Crop Tops and Flip Flops
summary the origin story of billy’s lifeguard photo.
warnings none
word count 847
note i’ve squinted at this pretty hard. i think it reads as a x gn!reader you can always get a hold of me if i’ve missed something. but hopefully it’s readable for everyone’s enjoyment.
also i wrote this in a way of billy being kinda camera shy because i can imagine him being yelled at by neil to have to smile in pictures all the time, so the idea of having to act fake or forcibly smile for a photo vs being able to be genuine may make him less fond of having his photo taken.
As always any feedback is much appreciated. Thanks for reading!
It was a mildly warm Saturday afternoon in May and you were on a mission.
The Hawkins Community Pool would soon be opening for Memorial Day and Ms. Warner asked you to take pictures for the Hawkins High yearbook.
Mr. Kleckly, the Parks and Rec superintendent also wanted to borrow you and your camera for a modest price of $10 a day for the pool’s annual opening and a few extra afternoons to document a summer of fun on behalf of the city.
You would be returning to take pictures next weekend and at least another five through the end of July.
You were rather proud of yourself for landing this coveted side hustle.
Not many high schoolers were given such a privilege, it being previously farmed out to the Hawkins Post.
Pulling into the parking lot you smiled. Summer was about to start, you could hear it already.
They were testing the speakers, The Beach Boys’ Kokomo blaring out from the pool, a man yelling in to the electrical closet to adjust the volume.
Pulling your camera bag from the back seat and your additional lens, you headed to the pool.
Walking in the front gate you walked up to the admissions and concessions window.
A curly-haired brunette, her hair in a high pony and sunglasses perched atop her head, was sitting on the counter.
Her legs were crossed as she gossiped with a broad-chested jock pulling water bottles from their packaging.
Looking away from him, she focused her eyes on you, blowing a large bubble of gum until it popped obnoxiously.
“You here for pictures?” she questioned, chewing away.
“Uh... yeah.” you said, shrugging with all your gear.
“Awesome.” she popped another bubble.
Hopping from the counter, she waved for you to follow.
There was a folding table near some lockers that had been set up for you.
“Just let us know when you’re ready.” she walked off to go finish her conversation.
“Thanks!” you called after her.
Placing your bags down, you unpacked and pulled out your camera.
You first took a few test shots of the empty pool. Testing the lighting. Seeking out which angels you preferred best.
Next you pulled out your most reliable lens. Testing more shots.
California Girls was starting to play over the speakers. And you started to bob your head along to the song habitually, as you adjusted the lens.
Bringing the camera back up to your eye, you nearly jumped out of your skin.
“Beach Boys fan?” a husky voice asked.
He was so close to the camera, your lens was fogging over.
Your hold on it fumbling as you tried to compose yourself. You damn near dropped it.
“N-no. Not really. It’s just catchy.”
You breathed a sigh of relief, steadying your grip on your most prized possession.
He smirked. “Don’t we have a class together?”
Checking your camera for damage, you looked up at him.
“Maybe.”
“Yeah. Spanish... that’s it.” he looked at you smugly.
You weren’t so sure you liked that look.
Securing the strap around your neck, you put the last adjustments on your camera.
“Do you wanna go first?” you asked.
“First?” he questioned.
You gave a small wave with your camera. He shook his head ‘no’.
“–’M sure Heather would love to...” he drawled.
“Ok.”
Turning on your heels you headed back to the entrance to grab the other lifeguards.
As he predicted. Heather indeed loved to.
You actually lied and told her you were running out of film so that you would be able to move on to the others.
All the while you saw your classmate hanging in the background.
Lighting up a cigarette, watching as the others posed candidly for you.
You couldn’t recall his name but it was becoming clearer to you...
You hadn’t seen many pictures of him for the yearbook layout either.
Did he not like having his picture taken?
He seemed like a pretty outgoing guy.
Soon enough he was the only remaining person in need of photos.
“Your turn...” you smiled softly.
He took one last drag from his cigarette before ashing it out on the trash can lid.
Nervously pulling at the cutout neckline of his crop top, he awkwardly looked at you.
“Where ya want me?” he asked.
“How bout over there?” you pointed to the lifeguard tower.
He nodded, heading over.
“Do I have to smile?” he truly seemed out of his element.
You laughed.
“Not if you don’t want to. This isn’t a cover shoot for Vogue.”
He laughed lightly, becoming more relaxed.
“Do whatever you want. Be yourself.” you reasoned, lifting the camera.
Dropping back his shoulders, resting an arm on the chair he lifted his head high and stared forward.
“Ya ready?” you asked.
“Yup.”
Click click. Click click.
“Do you want to take any others?” you asked simply.
“Nah I’m good.” he stated, walking away.
“Hey...” you slipped the strap from your neck to your shoulder, “remind me your name.”
Pulling his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose he smirked.
“It’s Billy.”
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— Dream in a dream.
synopsis: you loved the sea, you loved the beach, you loved the feeling of the sun in your skin. but you don't really have idea of what true love really means.
pairing: merman!gunwook × gn!reader
warnings: mentions of the beach, anxiety, insomnia, fear of deep sea, and it's implied that gunwook is a shark merman, but nothing explicit.
word count: 1.6k
a/u: if it feels that there's many openings, it's because there are hehe, I'm really considering turning this into a series, so I wanted to make it easy for me in the future... But let me know if you guys wanna see more of them! And if you want to read this while listening to something, I would recommend desert and time leap, both by onlyoneof!
The wind against your face was certainly pleasant, in a way few things in your life were anyway.
Summer vacation would always be your favorite part of the year no matter what happened in the intercourse, because being at that time of year meant you could see the sea, and only you could explain how much you missed it every time you were in the city looking out the window of any large building, looking out over the metropolis and just being able to imagine what it would be like to feel your feet in the sand and the smell of the salty air invading your nostrils.
Now it wasn't just his imagination playing tricks on you, sending shivers all over your skin just by think of the water pressing down on your body in such a comforting way. No, it was there, right in front of you, in its immensity just staring back, as if welcome you in a familiar way.
Smirking, a sigh escaped from your lips, clutching your bag of painting supplies before finally making your way back to the low stones with your goal more in focus after all the philosophical detox.
It was peculiar that the beach was so quiet for the time of year, but in as remote a part as your parents always stayed, and with it being so early in the morning, it wasn't all that unusual for just you and a few ladies to be taking walks along the shore, even that you were sure that they would not venture into the rocks and natural caves like you. Not that you would judge any old lady who did, it was just a preference for being alone and secluded when you were in such an intimate moment with your paintings.
You had already started a few paintings the night before. With inspiration running like a marathon through your veins, it was simply impossible to lay still and just let it go. But nothing would ever compare to painting the sea with it in front of you.
Sliding down the rocks carefully so as not to get hurt, you soon managed to face your private paradise.
It was a rocky cavern with its great mouth open to the sea, and with it high and calm as it was, you could already feel the small waves touching your fingertips almost tickling. When looking deeper into the cave, it was possible to notice that it was not so dark, having several skylights along it that illuminated it completely from the inside, making some beautiful effects against the stones full of salt that sparkled with the weak morning sun making the entire Completely aesthetically pleasing place for someone like you to just enjoy.
Going deeper into the cave without needing a flashlight due to the light that the natural windows provided, it didn't take long to reach your favorite part: the natural pool of salt water at the back.
Looking at it was a little frightening and you couldn't deny it to yourself, it was dark and deep, but no amount of fear could stop you from sitting so close to its edge, caressing the water that was as deep blue as the sky at night, and as starry as such, sparkling with not only the crystalline formations it had within it, but also reflecting all around it that shone like precious stones.
You took out the paintings you had started the night before and left them resting beside you, soon taking out your materials and canvases as well until the bag was completely empty, which you folded and set aside, giving you room to start painting with nothing to disturb you. Raising your head to look around, you thought you should start with the pool, but it seemed a waste to paint so early when you could wait for the sun to go down a bit and get all that orange glow in contrast. Then you turned your back, facing the open sea and the mouth of the cave, and it was a sight almost as beautiful to paint.
Time passed differently when you were painting, even more so in a place you loved so much since you were a little toddler. It was as if being there consumed the minutes and hours faster than any other activity, and even though it was your passion and noticing anything beyond the brush strokes was difficult, ignoring your stomach was impossible.
Lifting your gaze from the half-painted canvas to the entrance, you could see by the position of the sun that a good two hours had already passed, which made you understand the hunger. Turning to where you'd left your purse, you momentarily focused on something that wasn't there before... Or rather, someone.
It should have been strange enough for another person to enter the cave without you noticing, but what was even stranger was that the boy was in the pool, completely wet and holding yout painting like it was the most precious thing he had ever put his eyes on.
The sight was peculiar to say the least, but you allowed yourself to stare it for a second, tilting your head to the side and noticing the raven-black hair, the naturally tanned skin, and plump yet extremely mature features, the pout in his lips when looking at the painting seemed to just belong there, as if it were a custom of the unknown boy... But the most particular was certainly further down, right on his throat, something that if you weren't too crazy, for sure were gills.
Approaching almost unconsciously, you had never been so grateful for someone being so absent-minded as not to notice your presence, after all, getting close like that, you could see that the side of his face seemed not as more natural as before, but full of scales... And before you could look any further, your vision was exchanged for a pair of dark, round eyes that seemed to peer deep into your soul.
— You did this? — The huge pupils focused on yourself, for a moment, contracted, forming just a small line amidst an ocean of yellow that he carried in his irises, only to dilate again showing that his eyes were not dark and round as you initially believed.
Without any courage to pull away, or strength to do so, you just nodded your head weakly, almost feeling like you could pass out right there with so much confusion you felt. And despite fear being a present feeling there, seeing the gummy smile in your direction made a certain pride burn inside your chest, making you mimic the action of the other strange being in front of you.
— I've never seen such a thing... It's beautiful... Really beautiful... — He would turn the painting only to turn his head with it, and again turn it the other way, following it as if it would somehow change the content inside the paiting or his view of art, which was even cuter than could you describe.
— You can keep it, if you so desire... It's impermeable — What else could you say to the half-fish boy in front of you? Go away and take the painting he had loved so much? That wasn't like you, no matter how strange it was, you were still a kind and benevolent soul, it didn't hurt to give him a treat.
The smile the boy gave in your direction was almost disorienting, making you lose yourself for a few seconds even in what you had said, wondering if he would smile that way with any art, because to have that smile for yourself? You could give him all the paintings in the world.
— I can?! But what is imper... Imper... Mea?
His clear confusion seemed comical to you, after all who would live so close to water and not know what impermeable is? But you couldn't judge, if he was really there and it wasn't a hallucination in your head... He could only be a Triton, and even if that didn't explain anything, it still explained something.
— It means that water can't destroy it... But you can only keep it if you tell me your name. — You tried hard not to let the smile on your face look intimidating, but it was hard to control your own thoughts about having someone like him in your acquaintance, all to yourself, something you wouldn't tell anyone out of sheer selfishness and a willingness to get on with that secret forever.
The merman was silent for a few seconds, as if he had been caught off guard, watching you for a few moments and then returning to the painting, pressing his lips firmly together as if questioning whether that was the right thing to do.
— Do you promise that you will not tell my father about this? — That question really took you by surprise, making you laugh for a moment only to receive a scolding look that made the laugh stay on your throat, just nodding firmly. And only after that confirmation did the boy's heart seem to lighten, as if you had automatically become the most trustworthy person in the world. — Kim Gunwook, Prince of the East Sea, son of King Kim.
He said it with such pride that you could hardly take it seriously, Gunwook was genuinely adorable and you seriously questioned whether you had completely lost your sanity by treating it so matter-of-factly... You couldn't even be talking to a prince that casually and finding him cute? That didn't seem right, but neither did his existence, if you were being honest.
— It's a pleasure... Gunwook.
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please i need Lester (the human puppy) and Vinny (imagining Vincent with a pony tail or bun or braid just makes me FEEL) for this
also, this typo made me laugh
He actually might have a mental breakdance if he gets overwhelmed by it
loved it, it was so soft and fluffy and now i miss the beach but also wanna take my men to a river close by, due to the weather it is shallow enough you might even be able to walk across to the other side in some places and Lester would love it
the twins would probably be a little worried cause of the current BUT we used to go there when I was a child sooo
The mental breakdance is the next step of a mental breakdown
RIVER TRIP RIVER TRIP
if it's what I think it is Lester would have so much fun catching frogs and explaining to you what every bug or flower is
Vinny would be drawing everyone from afar, until you come to take him by the hand to show him something and to make him spend time with Lester cause you know he wants to be with his little bro but is always hesitant cause he thinks he's no fun and might ruin the moment
Bo is being the mom friend telling everyone to be carefull just to be the one getting hurt. Okay maybe it was just an excuse to have a little bit of your private attention. He just looks into your eyes as you patch him up and smiles
Everyone IS HAVING SO MUCH FUN AND YOU ALL END UP SLEEPING ON THE BACK OF BO'S TRUCK
All three of the sinclair bros has never spent that much time together without having someone ruin everything and it's all because of you babe
Days like this are the ones that make vinny and Bo think about at least trying to have a normal life. They feel so happy and good for once that it's almost frustrating to know once they get back at home everything is going to end
#slasher fandom#slashers#slasher community#slasher fanfiction#horror movies#slasher x reader#slasher headcanons#bo sinclair#house of wax#vincent sinclair#lester sinclair#brian van holt
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Hiiii Lo!
It is so okay dude! October kicked your butt now November is kicking mine c'est la vie! The inbox is a cursed place I just spent forever going through all the ones the piled up lol.
y'know what? You had the right answer on the pickles, they are really not my favourite things 😂
oh no! that sucks :( I gotta re-read so many series. I got a whole box of old books from my aunt the other year and they are everything to me.
we also love intelligent badass women in this household! I still haven't seen legally blonde but I did see scream for Halloween and it was really good!
I'm not too bad with horror though I will pick a comedy over horror any day. I've never seen ginger snaps but I looked it up (it's Canadian!) and now I gotta watch it. I'm not sure if I really have a favourite horror movie I think it's tied between scream and IT but probably scream since IT isn't really scary...
Okay so Sports Car is wonderful, I go feral every time you can hear a clip of someone talking in a song even if it's just for a second. I'm getting a couple colour/vibes from the song it's kinda tricky to describe but when it gets REALLY cold and the sky goes a very pale blue that colour and also rose pink magenta which I didn't think was an actual colour but when I looked it up it had some good pictures that matched what was thinking of! It also reminds me of dry cracked asphalt road in the summer and walking by the river on the beach in late afternoon with the sun not quite setting yet.
Infinitely Ordinary is definitely a blue you get right before the sky is pitch black when you can only half see things and it starts getting colder with nightfall and also doing stupid stuff with your friend when you were kids late at night.
I listened to the entire sick seasons and Northern Attitude is probably still my favourite lol. The View Between Villages is sage green and cream white, it's waking up in the morning to find everything covered in snow and while it's beautiful it also feels wrong with how quiet and undisturbed everything is and doesn't feel right until birds and people and other animals go and live in it.
I don't mind the long winters tbh but when it snows in the first week of November well... it sucks but I do love snow!
RIGHT??? why is it so hard to flirt or even just make friend when not behind a screen I swear.
Nice pronouns you got there! very cool of you!
If i'm the cool as fuck Canadian friend then you're the cool as fuck American friend!
Nooo! [jumps in front of bullet] tell me basic facts! I can remember the weird ones but the normal ones completely escape my mind.
I love baking even though i'm not very good at it, I have 1 very good bread recipe down pat but everything else is kinda hit or miss lol.
I do have one thing to say about the album before I hear anything you have to say about it but Pomeranian Spinster is hot pink and revenge (would totally work in Do Revenge I think)
if you do end up listening to it I wanna know your favourite song out of them!
Я надеюсь, что ноябрь будет для вас хорошим.
- Эль
(which technically translates to something about November being a good ale to you but for my intended purposes acts as a 'I hope this letter finds you in good health' lol)
Hellooooo to my favorite stranger!! <33
Oh dear! I hope in the time it took me to get back to this, November decided to give you a break and you’re able to get some rest!! I’m finally going through the inbox again, at least this time I only waited 13 days instead of a whole ass month 😅
Oh bless, I thought you were going to shame me for being a pickle hater. Solidarity! 🤝 They’re nasty and slimy
That sounds fun!! Keep me updated on what you’re reading, I’m always keeping an eye out for recommendations 👀 I think next on my list is Priory of the Orange Tree which has only sat unread in my backpack for like,, the whole semester 🤪 I’m sure I’ll be annoying about it on here when I get to it
I definitely recommend it! Truly an iconic movie 😌 I STILL need to watch Scream, but I may have potential plans for that in the future at some point, we shall see!
Oooooh please let me know what you think! Absolutely a wild ride of a movie, but Ginger Fitzgerald my beloved. Unhinged women ftw. I haven’t seen IT and I’m unsure if I’m adding it to the list or not. I am a big scaredy cat ajskdkkdkd
I’m eating this imagery all right up omfg. Sports Car has been one of my favorites since a particular mutual recommended it for a Ronance fic, so that one will be coming up eventually 😌 And SO TRUE, the whole talking portion in songs is something that will get me every time
I was going to say we don’t get snow that early, but last year we had a weird fluke where we had a really bad ice storm at the end of October and then basically nothing else. Stranger year. Now it’s still occasionally hitting 70°F in November. Gotta love Oklahoma weather’s unpredictability 😐
Thank you so much! I’m loving the pronouns very much.
Oh god I have so many, I’d be truly obnoxious. The ones that immediately come to mind are: a large portion of the riders of Rohan are women in beards because they couldn’t find enough male riders. Also, Viggo Mortensen, Aragorn, broke his toe kicking the helmet in the scene where he’s tracking Merry and Pippin to the orc camp. They kept that scene because the scream was hella convincing. He also bought two of the horses he rode in filming because he loved them. He also bought Arwen’s stunt double’s horse for her. (I adore Viggo Mortensen). Christopher Lee, Sauruman, wanted to be Gandalf. I could be so obnoxious, but most of these are “common knowledge” against die hard fans and quoting them during movies will quickly get you uninvited to movie night LMFAO. Have I mentioned I love LOTR?
Baking is fun! I’ve never tried bread, but I make kickass brownies. I prefer cooking tho, easier to experiment and play with spices (which my family did NOT do when I was a kid).
Listening immediately! (Listening to the whole album as I’m writing this actually). I gotta say, this album kind of has similar vibes to like,,, The Cranberries and The Bangles I think?? I LOVE it, in short. I’m about halfway through and Easy On Your Own? is my favorite so far. Pomeranian Spinster and Do Revenge, oh my god your MIND. After the Earthquake is also a BOP. I wanna learn these guitar riffs if I ever get a guitar
Will update if favorite song changes, ofc 🫡 But I didn’t want to leave you hanging any longer <33
Hope you are having a lovely day!!
Sorry for leaving this unanswered for so long again 💔 Should be able to respond quicker as school is coming to an end and I’m down a class 😌
- that one massive fucking nerd, Lo/Max
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oh the vibe I get from u is like soft pinks!!!! cotton candy at the fair!!!! finding a heart shaped shell at the beach!!!!! the lil fond feeling of when a pal ties ur shoe for u!!!!! snuggly stuffed animals!!!
i LOVE u sm did u know....i am currently snuggling a stuffed animal wow
tell me what kind of vibe/energy you get from me
#answered#ask game#this made me soft#also this makes me wanna go walk on the beach....i miss being able to Go places#cutiepieguk
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sk8 boys would reacting to you pulling them in by their belt
synopsis: you pulling the sk8 babes in by their belts for a kiss
pairings: joe x reader, cherry x reader, reki x reader, langa x reader
warnings: kissing, suggestive themes, swearing
notes: not me just seeing this tiktok trend ...but thoughts are being thunk...❤️ also, i apologize in advance for any grammatical/spelling errors
word count: 1,930
JOE
this flirty ass b*tch 😒
he thinks he’s so smooth...and he is!
i see y’all bar hopping in the early talking stages of your relationship
so you’re seated the bar and you’re kinda annoyed because maybe there are a couple girls who come up to him and offer to buy him a drink? (of course they would, have you seen how he’s built?)
BUT THAT’S NOT EVEN THE BAD PART
this mf get’s up from his stool and starts FLIRTING BACK?? AND YOU’RE JUST SITTING THERE LIKE —🧍♀️
but then he turns back to you and see’s the displeased look on your face.
cue joe nervously laughing and gently shooing the other girls away
but you’re already pissed bc like? the nerve of him? and in front of you??
you stare straight past him, leaning your elbow up on the bar table as he stands in front of you. babbling out apologies(?)
if you can even call them that?
“babe, i’m sorry! you know it’s force of habit! i didn’t even get to see what they looked like! and they were being nice! what was I supposed to do? tell them to get gone? i was just being polite to them, i’m a feminist after all 😏—”
b*tch...what?
you feel like you’re getting dumber just listening to him
so you kinda tilt your head to look at him and let your hands settle on the front of his belt
his voice kinda tilts? like it slightly gets a just a bit higher ?
before he can even make a smart ass remark, you firmly tug him towards you and kiss him
he hums in surprise before chuckling into the kiss and bringing his warm, calloused hands up to your face
he pulls away and quickly pecks at your lips before playfully outing
“oof, so mean”
“but you like that” you reply before kissing him again
meanwhile, the bartender is watching yall like “😐😑😐”
REKI
like with joe, i imagine you pulling this stunt off in the beginning of your relationship
you and reki are in the little workshop behind his house doing normal relationship stuff
you know, reki working on a skateboard repair while you lovingly admire his side profile...yea ❤️
he’s so absorbed in his work, his eyebrows are furrowed every so slightly, and he’ll randomly clench his jaw and WOWOWOW HE LOOK SO GOOD!
you feel so blessed just being able to take this sight in
you’re watching him intently with your elbows propped up on the table and your face resting between your hands
reki’s in the middle of tightening the screws when he notices you looking out of his peripheral vision
he glances over to you and sees you staring at him
have y’all seen that meme of meghan markle at her wedding looking up at harry?
YEA, YEA you’re literally looking up at reki like that
and boy does reki get FLUSTERED
he tries to act cool about catching you staring but baby is blushing way too hard
“w-what?”, reki mentally kicks himself for stammering as he returns his focus to the skateboard
“you look really hot right now”
reki damn near chokes and his face gets even more red (if that’s even possible)
he turns his back to you to reach for a wrench on the wall adjacent to him
but he's trynna hide how hard he's blushing uwu
you're laughing now and the melodic sound makes the tension in reki’s shoulders dissipate
yea...y’all are whipped for each other
reki is pouting with his back to you, still “looking” for his wrench
when all of sudden, he feels your hands settle on his waist, urging him to turn around
"rekiiiiii", you playfully whine. "i can't admire my boyfriend?"
he's turning around to tell you that he's busy, but then your fingers hook onto his belt
and before his brain can compute what's happening, you're sharply tugging his belt and your mouth is on his, hot and heavy
and reki moans
and it's so high-pitched and so earnest and so loud, you almost want to giggle
but then his knees buckle and he kinda collapses forward into you
so y'all both kinda shuffle back, but reki manages to catch himself by wrapping his arms around you for support
you're about to pull away to ask if he's okay, but then he brings one hand up to your face and parts his mouth
and when you gasp against his mouth, he feels slightly relieved knowing his dignity has been saved somehow
reki pulls away first, panting, and rests his forehead against your collarbone, trying to hide his face again
"you suck" he murmurs into your chest, slightly dizzy
you hum contentedly, combing his hair back before kissing the top of his head
CHERRY
first of all, this mf is an aries (just when i thought he couldn’t get sexier)
and aries men...🥴
basically, you have to do a lot to actually fluster this man
so let’s say he takes you with him for a two-day work trip on a nearby island
while he works with his clients during the day, you busy yourself by wandering around the hotel or walking along the beach
basically, the only time the two of you have together is in the evening
it’s your last night before y’all have to return to okinawa
kaoru tells you to get dressed and takes you out to this expensive ass restaurant and he’s sooooo f*cking romantic
the love in his eyes,,,, his soft ass smile as he watches you ramble in between taking sips from your wine glass
he’s looking at you as you’re personally responsible for the sun rising each day
i mean, you could’ve been talking about how you saw a crab on the beach that was missing a leg, and kaoru would just be like “tell me more bby 🥰😍”
when y’all make it back to the hotel, you’re both a little tipsy (kaoru is more so buzzed)
you’re holding onto kaoru’s arm as you both take the elevator up to your hotel room
kaoru feels you slightly sway against him and he leans over to kiss the top of your head
“you alright, darling?” he murmurs into your hair
he takes your hand in his and runs the pad of his thumb over the back of your hand
and he does all of this while his lips are pressed against the top of your head— SIR PLS ✋😩
it’s an chaste act and you know he’s genuinely concerned but after two glasses of wine, your brain is just—🥴
hornknee thoughts only 😩💯
sloppily, you wiggle out of kaoru’s embrace before centering yourself in front of him with your hands placed on his chest
at your action, kaoru’s eyebrow raises ever so slightly but he keeps silent, slightly amused
“you’re so f*cking fine” you murmur, slightly smoothing your hands over kaoru’s chest, staring him right in eye
“oh?”
“yea, and you don’t even try. What’s that like?”
by now, kaoru’s softly smiling. “what’s what like, my love?”
“what’s it like to be so hot without even trying?”
and before ol boy can even reply to that, your hands find his belt before firmly pulling him in for a kiss
kaoru hums at the sudden jolt but then sighs appreciatively through his nose and wastes no time parting his mouth for you
b*tch, you’re the one who’s moaning skxhsnwje
still kissing you, he smooths your hair back with one hand before grabbing a fistful of your hair
he firmly yanks your hair back and deepens the kiss, and you just— 🤸♀️
the moan that elicits from you, is OTHERWORLDY
you feel the elevator roll to a stop
kaoru pulls back with a grin on his face and so much love in his eyes that you’re tempted to go in for round two
but then the elevator door slides open and he grabs your hand, tugging you into the hallways
as he leads you to the hotel room, kaoru slightly turns his head back to smile at you, with the same amount of love in his eyes
LANGA
i feel like langa may get flustered as easily as reki might, but he’s manages to be a lot more cool about it
which kinda drives you up the wall? you just wanna see your boyfriend embarrassed for once
all he does is slightly blush with a straight face and glance away
so let’s say he’s walking you home after you, him, and reki were hanging about at a skatepark
the sun had already set and langa is walking beside you with his skateboard under one arm.
the walk is pretty silent, but it’s a comfortable silence. langa finds that he and you can soak up each other’s presence without having to say a word
you see him jolt out of your peripheral vision and you’re like ???
before you can glance over and ask if he’s okay, he quickly grabs your hand
you glance up at him, confused, and he simply replies “i forgot to hold your hand, sorry”
langa wtf??
fighting back the urge to laugh, you squeeze his hand and tell him it’s fine
both of you share a soft smile, before the easy silence continues for the rest of the walk
when y’all arrive on your porch steps, you turn to him and thank him for walking you home
langa assures you it’s no problem before saying goodnight
he’s turns around and takes a couple steps away, when you clear your throat
he glances back at you, quizzically
you’re standing on the porch step, with your hands behind your back.
there’s a mischievous glint in your eyes
“aren’t you forgetting something?” you playfully chide him
langa: 😐😑😐
you can literally see the gears turning in langa’s head
“...did you want me to walk you to your bedroom?”
you can’t help the laughter that bubbles out of you, and langa feels his cheeks reddened slightly
“angel, no. I meant a goodnight kiss?”
“o-oh, right”
his brows furrowed slightly as he determinedly making his way over to you
he’s so—&:&72737
as he’s making his way over, an idea pops into your head and you kinda “>:3”
when langa is standing in front of you, your hands grip onto his belt and you yank him into a kiss
bby boy almost drops his skateboard
he quickly inhaled through his nose before giving a stuttered moan and you smile into the kiss
you’re standing on the first step to your porch so the added height is giving you more access
BITE HIS MFIN LIP! he will gasp so prettily into your mouth
entranced, he keeps leaning more and more forward, that is, until the back of your foot hits the step behind you
stumbling backwards, you fall back and pull langa along right with you
you fall right on your ass, yelping as you knock foreheads with langa as he falls into you
so now, you’re both left moaning, gripping your foreheads
“are you okay?” langa asks you, dropping his hand from his forehead revealing a red mark
you begin to laugh at the sight of it and langa just stares at you, confused but slightly defensive
“w-what?!”
“your forehead is red” you giggle
“well yea, you slammed your forehead into mine”
“you slammed your forehead into mine” you give him a quick peck on his lip before smoothing his hair hair back
“that looks like it’s gonna bruise,” you murmur and press a kiss to his forehead “I’ll get you some ice, come inside”
end notes: i wanted to get this out in time for cherry’s bday!
#sk8 the infinity x reader#joe x reader#reki x reader#cherry blossom x reader#langa x reader#sk8 the infinty
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Second Chance
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pairing - carl gallagher x fem!reader
type - fluff, lil angst
note / request - “hi! can we get a carl x reader during like season 10. they were together in the past and they broke up, but hang out everyday. but carl still likes her so he tries getting her back.” this is so trash lmao, but enjoy!
summary - you and carl dated a while back, but now are just friends. he spends the day with you, hoping to win you back
warnings - language, underage drinking, suggestive content but no real smut
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*gif isnt mine*
“Hey, C-Bear!” You called out.
“‘Sup, Y/n/n!” Carl smiled at you. You ran up the stairs of his porch and gave him a tight hug.
“How was Florida?” Carl asked once you pulled back.
“Hot as shit, but fun. How was Chicago?” You asked a giggle.
“Same old,” he shrugged.
You looked at your best friend and smiled. “So, what’re we gonna do today? It is the last day of summer.”
“I was thinking of just hanging out here. It’s too hot to do anything,” Carl shrugged.
You nodded, “Sounds good.”
You two walked into Carl’s house. You saw Franny on the couch with Debbie.
“Hey, Debs. Hi, Fran-Fran!” You squealed and went over to Franny.
“Y/n!” Franny exclaimed.
“How have you been, squirt?” You asked the little girl, picking her up in your arms.
“Good,” she smiled widely. “Good,” you smiled.
Carl looked at you while talking to Franny, absolutely mesmerized.
You and Carl had dated the previous summer. You two had a good run. You lasted for 6 months before Carl had met a girl named Anne at his job. You noticed him slipping away slowly everyday. It broke your heart and you knew that you had to end it. Carl obviously didn’t realize he was falling in love with someone else, so you sat him down and told him you were breaking up with him. It hurt like a bitch for you, but you knew it was for the best so you wouldn’t end up getting more hurt in the end. You handled it maturely, telling him that you two could still be friends no matter what. You two were friends way before you dated, anyways.
Carl handled it differently, though. He was angry at you for accusing him for falling in love with another girl. He cursed at you, stormed out of your car, and didn’t talk to you for 2 weeks. You missed him, but you were kind of thankful he left you alone.
In those 2 weeks, you were able to rediscover your self worth. You managed to convince yourself that Carl was just like every other guy at your age; stupid. You knew you were hot shit and if he didn’t want you, then that was his loss.
Even though you said this to yourself everyday, the hurt feelings didn’t stop. It took you a good 2 months to stop thinking about Carl and Anne together, him possibly cheating on you while he was on the job. You finally got over all the anxious thoughts and were happier now. You’d never admit it, but you were still in love with Carl, and you knew that he was the one, but the one that got away.
Those 2 weeks for Carl were absolute hell. He missed you so much and started to pull away from Anne. Pulling away from Anne made him realize that you were right. That he was slowly falling in love with another woman, but he also realized that he loved you more. He took those 2 weeks to straighten himself up. He did pep-talks with himself, had his brothers help him out in what to do. They gave him hell for letting you go. Even they knew you were the one for him and reminded him of it everyday.
Carl called you up after those two weeks and you agreed to try and be friends. It was hard for the first month, for both of you. You two were quiet and awkward when you hung out. You wouldn’t even hug him goodbye when you left his house, much less a high-five. But, it gradually got easier. You two saw each other more and fell into a comfortable rhythm, which consisted of you ignoring your feelings of love for him, and Carl acknowledging his feelings for you, always thinking of ways to get you back, but none of them working out.
Now it was a year later and you two were back to being best friends like you were before you started dating. You had pushed the feelings you had for Carl away so much, it was barely there anymore. It was the opposite for Carl, he was still so deeply in love with you. So now that it was the last day of summer, he had planned to spend the whole day with you, try and woo you and get you back.
“Are you hungry?” Carl asked, grabbing back your attention.
You nodded. “Starving.”
“I think we have some cookies we can bake, right Debs?” Carl asked his sister.
“I think so. We also have decorating icing, too,” Debbie said.
“Great! What kind of cookies do you guys have?” You asked, going over to the kitchen.
“Just chocolate chip, I think. Maybe sugar cookies?” Debbie said.
You hummed and looked in their fridge and found two rolls of chocolate chip and sugar cookies.
“Found ‘em!” You exclaimed excitedly.
Carl went into the kitchen with you, smiling at the happy expression you had on your face.
“Help me put them on a tray?” You asked.
Carl nodded and went next to you. He took the sugar cookie roll and broke it into pieces. Debbie walked over to the kitchen, taking a seat, wanting to catch up with you.
“So, why did you guys do in Florida?” Debbie asked.
“Went swimming, went to Universal Studios. We went to a lot of nice restaurants. I met a few cute guys there, too,” you smiled.
“Ooh, really?” Debbie smirked. “Any that stuck?”
“This one kid named Josh. We played volleyball on the beach for a while. He told me he liked my swim suit,” you smirked.
“Did you two hook up,” Debbie asked.
Carl tensed at her words. He hoped you would say no. You weren’t like someone to jump into things like that so fast. Sure, you had a few boyfriends before Carl, but he knew that you took time in getting to know him. Plus, your first time was with him.
“Nah. I’m pretty sure he had a girlfriend. There was a girl on the beach that kept glaring at me and hanging onto his arm. I even saw them kiss a few times,” you snorted.
“Wow, he sounds like an ass,” Debbie said.
“Yep. That’s why I rejected his kind offer to fuck,” you laughed.
“Atta girl,” Debbie gave you a high-five.
“Yeah, I didn’t really feel like becoming the talk of the town or whoever those people lived,” you chuckled.
"It’s good you said no,” Carl chimed in.
“Oh, yeah, why? Besides the obvious,” you raised a brow.
“Because it’s not you to hook up randomly,” Carl said.
“Are you implying I’m a prude,” you chuckled.
“No, no. I just... you waited until we dated to fuck, I-”
“Yeah, yeah,” you cut Carl off. You moved to put the cookies in the oven. Carl couldn't see it, but you were very flustered.
Him mentioning your romantic past brought up memories. These memories were the ones you didn’t mind remembering. They just made your legs weak heart swell.
Carl was right, you did wait until you two were dating to have sex. You wanted it to be special and even though you two were just friends at the time, before you two were dating, you knew that sex with him would be special. And to your delight, it was. He was gentle, sweet, loving. He payed attention to you the whole time. It was one of the things you knew would live in your memory forever.
“You waited?” Debbie asked. “Yeah,” you stood back up and shrugged.
“Wow, I wish I had your self control,” Debbie snorted.
“It wasn't about self control. It was just knowing who was right for me,” you said. Your gaze fell on Carl as you said those words.
He had a small on his face, to which you returned. Your heart fluttered at the sight, which made you avert your gaze immediately. Even though you didn’t mind the memories, you did mind the feelings they and him brought. As much as you hated to admit it, a part of you was still attracted to him.
That part of you was the one you constantly had to push away. You had to remind yourself what he did. How he fell in love with another girl. How he let go someone good, kind, so loving and supportive. You knew if you let that other part of you invade your mind and feelings, you would be in his bed making out with him and possibly getting hurt, which was something you didn’t want.
“How long do these have to bake?” Carl asked.
“Like 15-20 minutes,” you said. He nodded and put his tray in the oven.
“Wanna watch a movie?” Carl asked.
“Sure,” you nodded.
“I’m gonna go and meet Claudia. Watch Franny for me?” Debbie asked.
“I’d love to!” You smiled. You loved Franny. She was such an easy and good kid to watch. She took care of herself, too, so all you had to do was make her food whenever she was hungry.
“Great, thank you. I’ll see you guys later!” Debbie smiled and left the house.
“Franny, do you wanna watch a movie with us?” You asked the little girl.
“Yeah!” She smiled.
“Great! What movie do you want to watch?” You asked.
Carl smiled at you as you talked to Franny. Seeing you play with Franny was one of the things that made him fall in love with you. Seeing a girl good with kids was attractive as hell.
“She wants to watch Sleeping Beauty,” you said and walked over with Franny to the couch.
“Alright. I’ll put in the DVD,” Carl said.
“Thanks,” you smiled.
He smiled back at you and nodded. You sat on the couch, Franny sitting next to you. Carl walked back to the couch and groaned internally. He was planning on sitting next to you so you could lay your head on his shoulders whenever you go tired, which was something you did during every movie you two watched together. But now you couldn’t do that because Franny was sitting in the middle.
“What’s wrong, C-Dog?” You noticed his annoyance.
“Nothing. I’ve just watched this movie a billion times,” he sighed.
“That's what you get for having a little child in the house,” you chuckled and turned your attention over to the movie.
About 20 minutes in the movie, the oven beeped, singling that the cookies were done.
“Franny, do you want to decorate cookies or watch the movie?” You asked while getting up.
“I wanna watch the movie,” she said.
“Alright, kid. Don’t cause any trouble in here. Aunt Y/n and Uncle Carl will be in the kitchen,” you said and patted her head.
She giggled and you left to go to the kitchen with Carl.
“You’re really good with her,” Carl complimented you.
“Thank you. I have two little brothers, so I’ve learned a thing or two about kids. You just gotta treat them like adults, but also make sure they know they’re boundaries. Franny is such a good kid, though, she doesn’t need a lot of boundaries or rules,” you explained.
Carl nodded. “Oh, yeah. How are Lucas and Lyle?”
“Trouble,” you chuckled. Carl laughed with you. “I bet not as much trouble as I was when I was little.”
“Hm, true,” you giggled, recalling memories of when you two were in elementary school.
“You’ve shaped up good, though. Military school helped with that,” you complimented.
“Thank you. You’ve always been good. Even when we broke up,” Carl remarked.
You met his eyes. A frown was plastered on your lips. “Thank you. I try not to be sour and shit. I know it gets me nowhere.”
“Yeah, I learned that the hard way,” Carl sighed, referring two his 2-week temper tantrum.
You gave him a kind smile. “It’s alright. I’m glad we stayed friends, though.”
Yeah, friends, Carl thought in dismay.
He put on a fake smile though. “Me, too.”
You went over to the cupboard and got out some decorative icing that you found. You put them on the kitchen counter and picked up a sugar cookie.
“What’re you gonna put on yours?” You asked.
“A penis,” Carl said.
You rolled your eyes, but laughed. “I take back what I said about you shaping up.”
Carl laughed with you, “Hey! Not fair. You asked me and I responded honestly.”
“True,” you giggled. You squirted some icing on Carl’s face, irrupting into a fit of laughter when it got all over the left side of his face.
“And I take back what I said about you always being mature!” Carl exclaimed, squirting some icing on you. It landed on your collar bone. Carl eyed the bare skin, licking his lips, wishing he could lick it up.
You noticed his stare. Your heart couldn’t help but race. You felt yourself start to get sweaty under your armpits. You averted your gaze and got a towel to wipe the icing off. Carl grabbed the towel out of your hands.
“Here, let me,” Carl offered. “I was the one to make the mess.”
You rolled his eyes. You knew this was one of his ways of trying to flatter you and kiss you. You let him, though. You would never admit it to anyone, but you liked when he did these things. Not so much because he was still pining over you, but it reminded you of how much of a caring boyfriend he was.
You leaned against the counter while Carl wetted the towel. He gently wiped the icing of your collar bone. Your heart skipped a beat as his fingertips brushed lightly over your skin. His face was abnormally close to yours, too. He was crouched down and looked up to you every so often. It made your stomach flip. It reminded you of when he ate you out, looking up at you with his lips glistening. You averted your gaze, feeling warmth spread between your legs.
Carl was taking an annoyingly long time. You sighed heavy, hoping he would be done soon because if not, you would just end up kissing him. To your releif, he backed away from you, throwing the towel in the sink. He got another towel to wipe his face off.
Even though you looked relieved on the outside, your heart was begging for him to comeback and be close to again, to tease you.
“Did you like that?” Carl asked, smirking at you.
“No, you were very slow,” you lied. Carl frowned at you and looked away. You felt bad, but you didn’t say anything.
“Let’s finish the cookies so Franny can eat some,” you said.
Carl nodded. You two decorate the cookies in silence. You put them on plates, bringing them into the living room.
“Here, Franny,” you said and put one of the plates on the table. You sat back down, Carl following slowly after you.
You took a few cookies, giving Franny two and keeping two for yourself.
“Thank you,” Franny said.
You gave her a sweet smile. “You are very welcome.”
Carl took a couple cookies and slumped back on the couch. The tension between you two was thick. It hadn't been like this for a while, but you knew to just let it subside until you felt ready to talk again. Luckily, the movie was still going, so you had an excuse to not converse. By the end of the movie, Franny had fallen asleep. Her head was on your lap and the rest of her body was on Carl’s. When the movie was done, Carl helped you carry Franny back up to Debbie’s room. You two tucked her in and went back downstairs.
You went back into the kitchen, grabbing two beer bottles for Carl and you.
“Thanks,” Carl said when you handed him a bottle.
You hummed in reply and sat back down on the couch. You turned on the TV, switching to re-runs. Carl sat next to you, leaving lots of space in-between you two.
“How is everyone else doing?” You asked.
“Good. Lip and Tami have Freddy and Ian has Mickey,” Carl said.
“Wow, everyone is shacked up, huh?” You asked.
“Yeah, even Debbie. She gets mad money, too,” Carl chuckled.
“It’s weird the way the world works,” you remarked, half paying attention to Golden Girls. “Have you met any girls this summer?” You asked, your stomach flipping thinking about his answer.
“A few, but I’m not really interesting in dating,” Carl shrugged.
You turned to him, fully surprised. “Carl Gallagher, not interested in dating? I think the world is ending.”
Carl chuckled, “I’m just not interesting in dating the girls I met.” Carl scooted closer to you while saying those words, putting a hand on your thigh.
Your heart pounded against your ribcage. Carl was getting closer and closer to you. You didn’t move, though. You liked his touch and being in his vicinity.
“Who are you interested in dating?” You whispered.
Carl’s eyes burned into yours. They drifted down to your lips and back up to your eyes. Your body shivered and butterflies shot down your whole body. You found yourself moving closer to him, putting your hand over his.
“You,” Carl spoke.
You looked into his eyes deeply. You could tell he meant what he said. The look on his face was almost enough for you to kiss him, but you pulled away. His hand slipped off your thigh. You stood up off the couch, putting on your shoes.
“I should go. It’s late and my parents are probably wondering where I am,” you said, avoiding eye contact.
“No, stay. Your parents know where you are and probably aren’t worried. You always stay over,” Carl protested.
“I’m tired, anyways. Plus, Lucas and Lyle probably miss me,” you made up more excuses and went to the front door.
Carl ran to you and put his hand on your arm.
“Stay, Y/n. I’m not letting you go this time,” Carl said.
You turned to him, tears in your eyes. “I don’t love you anymore, Carl, not like that.”
“I know you’re lying. I’m not as dumb as people think, okay? I see it in your eyes. I notice you breathing heavily when I come close to you. I know you still love me. I still love you. I’m still in love with you,” he confessed.
“Listen, Carl,” you sighed. “I know you want to make it up to me, I appreciate it, but I’m not letting myself get hurt again.”
“I know I hurt you, Y/n. I’m so sorry for what I did. I’m stupid as shit. It hurts me every fucking time I see you. It hurt me so much to see you cry because of me. I do want to make it up to you, but I also want you back. I need you, Y/n. Please, give me a chance. I need you so fucking bad,” Carl pleaded. His voice broke and tears shined in his eyes.
You shook your head. “I said I don’t love you anymore! Let me go!” You shouted. You wanted so desperately to get out of the house because you knew if you stayed, you would end up kissing him.
“No,” Carl said. With that, he pulled you into his arms and crashed his lips on yours.
With Carl’s arms wrapped around you, holding you tight, and his soft lips on yours, you could’t help but finally give in. You melted into the kiss, putting your hands on the nape of his neck, playing with his hair. Carl slammed you against the wall, his fingertips digging into your sides. The kiss was fast, rough, passionate.
You were so glad that you gave in. You missed this feeling more than you would ever admit.
Carl pulled away, putting his hand on your cheek. His thumb ran across your bottom lip. His eyes stared into yours.
“Give me another chance. I promise I won’t hurt you again,” Carl promised.
You sighed and nodded. You knew he had good intentions, and that he was the one for you. “You better not. Or I will beat you up.”
Carl smiled, pulling you into another deep kiss.
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Stop Playing Pt.6
Erik Killmonger X Reader
Warnings : Jealous Friends, Fighting, Fluff, Cussing, Erik being Erik, use of the B word.
Authors Note : I sincerely apologize for the long wait I've had writers block for a long time that i was able to overcome to give you guys the story. I also want to thank @ceniorina for helping me through this writers block and also for the people that continue to read my story it’s greatly appreciated
Erik was waiting for Y/N inside the car. He agreed to go with her to meet her friends for brunch regardless if Jasmine is there he’ll suck it up for his girl.
“ Babe come on we're gonna be late” Erik says yelling from the car window.
“ Okay babe I'm coming” Y/N says fixing her sundress while locking his apartment door.
Erik then’s gets out of the car to open the passenger door for her. “ Damn babe you sure you want to go to the brunch we can stay here and have brunch ourselfs”. Erik says while grabbing her hand, spinning her around. Y/N noticed that look in eye and knew if she agreed they wasn't going nowhere.
“ Babe i already promised the girls we will come,” Y/N says, looking up at him trying to fight the temptation. Erik leans down and captures Y/N lips in a slow tender kiss.
Y/N felt herself get hot and bothered but she had to pull away before things got heavier. “ Babe come on please i promise you can have me all you want when we come back” Y/n says pulling away from the kiss.
“ Alright Bet lets go” Erik says while looking down at Y/N. Erik really couldn't believe he really got the girl of dreams and he wasn't letting her go.
----- 30 minutes later-----
Erik and Y/N pulled up to Roscoes and saw their friends plus Jasmine.
“ Heyyyy yall i see yall finally made it”. Mo’nique says wrapping Y/N in a hug and turning to give Erik a hug also.
“ Y'all come on they finally got out table”. Corey says walking towards the group.
Once they all got to the table they noticed how Erik is tending to Y/N more than normal they can't help but think something definitely happened. Mo’nique already had feelings that they went deeper than friendship and is happy for them they've had feelings for each other and neither acted on it.
Erik sat down after helping Y/N get situated, he noticed out the corner of his eye Jasmine glaring at them he chose not to say anything he’ll ignore it for NOW.
“ Soooooo is it something yall wanna tell us yall looking mighty cozy” Kareem says while wiggling his eyebrows.
Y/N and Erik looked at each other and smiled might as well tell them now since Kareem brought it up.
“ Well me and Y/N are together officially”. Erik says putting his arm around Y/N and giving her a kiss on her cheek causing Y/N to hide her head into his neck.
Everyone at the table erupted with cheers and I knew it’s and congrats. Y/N felt so happy she have friends that's happy for her and her relationship she couldn't help but noticed Jasmine Glaring and muttering something under her breathe.
“ What's wrong jasmine you okay” Y/N asks looking at Jasmine with full concern in her eyes.
Everybody at the table paused to look at what's about to happen. They could feel the tension roll off of Jasmine.
Jasmine looked up and just stared at Y/N before saying.
“ I just find it funny how all of sudden your with him” Jasmine says with attitude laced in her voice.
“ What's so funny about me being with Erik” Y/N says with full fire and confusion in her eyes. Everybody can feel how left this about to turn.
“ It's funny because you knew i like him and still went after him like the hoe you are”.Jasmine says slamming down her spoon.
Everybody got quiet and looked at Erik, Y/N and Mo’Nique. Y/N stood up and immediately the rest did too. “ Bitch I didn’t know shit we are just roommates you don't talk to me unless we are at home at the same time you barely know Erik because of me and the rumors that surround him” Y/n said so eerily calm while walking up to her.
Jasmine also stood up ready to fight Y/N if she had to. Y/N looked at her like she was crazy. “ Don't call me no bitch and you did know i told you in your face” Jasmine said getting in Y/N face.
“ Bitch you was talking about Kareem big head ass you don’t want Erik you want to fuck him bitch its a difference and if you didn’t notice he don’t like you don’t want shit to do with you”. Y/N says pushing Jasmine out her face. Jasmine took that chance to swing at Y/N but she missed. Y/N saw the punch coming and pivoted to the right and it hit Jasmine with two punches to the face making her fall.
Erik then ran up behind Y/N to hold her back from going after Jasmine again he knew she didn't stand a chance against Y/N. Y/N didn't like to fight but she would especially if she needed to defend herself.
Kareem was standing there looking shocked but disgusted at the same time Jasmine was known to get around and the campus is huge. Corey was holding Mo’Nique back so she wouldn't jump in the fight.
“ Nah bae she ain't worth it don't let her get you”. Erik says holding Y/N back whispering in her ear.
Y/N wasn’t tryna listen to anything Erik was saying. Y/N was pissed how dare this bitch come at her like this when she gave her nothing but kindness and then comes for her character. Y/N was seeing red.
“ Wassup now huh thought you were tough” Y/n yells then continues. “ If you also didn't notice he's always been mine you never stood a chance boo” now get up and fight since you wanna run that mouth run them hands.
Erik literally picked Y/N up and carried them outside so they wouldn't cause a bigger scene.
“ Babe calm the fuck down listen to me dont let that bitch get to you man focus baby” Erik says grabbing Y/N head so they can look eye to eye.
Mo’nique being the sneak that she is, was able to run up on Jasmine and start fighting with her. Kareem and Corey hurried and tried to pull them apart but they weren't letting go. Jasmine had a grip on Mo’Nique hair and Mo’nique was just punching her in the face.
Erik turned around, saw what was going on and was glad that jasmine was finally getting what she deserved but it was time to go before the cops got called.
“ Ayye yall come on lets go before the cops come” Erik yells while trying to get Y/N in the car.
Corey was finally able to pull Mo’Nique away from the fight and get her to the car.
“ Watch yall back bitches i got something for y'all” Jasmine yells walking away.
When Erik heard that it made a switch go off in his head he don't take threats lightly especially when it involve Y/N.
“ Yea Bitch try it if you want to ill fuck all yall up without remorse” Erik says with this evil look in his eye finally getting Y/N in car and turning around to look at Jasmine.
---- 1 Hour Later----
Erik pulls up to his California beach house he had for peace and to relax he then see’s Corey car pull up in the driveway behind him he wanted to take them all to this place to calm down.
Erik looked at Y/N and pulled her into a hug. He knew what had happened to her; he knew she was eating herself up on the inside.
Y/n immediately balled into tears she couldn't believe she let Jasmine get the best of her but she had to put her in her place. Y/N was so lost in her mind that's she didn't notice Erik carry her into the house.
“ Hey babe look at me please don't let this get to you okay you still the same Y/N everybody knows and loves baby”. Erik says while kissing her forehead he hates when she gets like this.
“ ……….. Thank you baby i really appreciate i'm good now promise” Y/N says kissing Erik on his lips.
Everybody moved to the living room and sat down on the couches. Erik grabbed the remote to turn on the tv and the game system. Y/N then gets up and tells Mo’Nique to follow her to the kitchen so they can decide what's gonna happen now
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Afraid // JJ Maybank
Seven- Mommy Issues
Pairing: JJ Maybank x fem routledge! reader
Warnings: mommy issues, mother abandonment, anger, maybe some mistakes, tell me if I missed anything
Description: y/n has always wanted answers about her mother, but the truth seems more harsh than what she had in mind.
A/n : hello, hello friends. Sorry for not updating sooner. I had absolutely no inspiration, lol. Anyways, hope you enjoyyyy! :) (also I know the gif is terrible quality but I really wanted to put this clip and I couldn’t find any cleaner option to make a gif)
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As a child, y/n never realized how her family was different than the others. A lot of kids on the cut had single parents, it wasn’t that big of a deal. Her mom had left when she was only three, to go pursue her dream job in Colorado. It wasn’t a bad thing in the girl’s eyes. It didn’t feel like she was missing out on anything.
As she blossomed into adolescence, y/n finally understood how unconventional her family was. She heard the other girls at her school talk about their mothers. About the cakes they made or the precious moments they spent together. Mother-daughter bonding moments. She had to admit it she felt jealous. Or maybe was it envious?
She had lived all her life without a mother to kiss her scraped knees or braid her hair before going to sleep. And she would have given anything to experience it, even for one single night.
It wasn’t that she didn’t love her brother or her father, far from it, she adored them. They were both so precious to her. Still, she felt as if something was missing from her. Or more like someone.
She didn’t remember her mother, she was so young at the time, but she cherished the stories her father had told her. She fed her imagination on these stories. Making up fake memories where her mother was still there. In her heart it was all real. Reality was bitter compared to the sweet comfort of her imagination.
By the time she was 12, she’d heard the famous story enough to know it by heart, each word of the letter engraved into her head. She begged her father again and again. She wanted more stories, even the smallest anecdotes, she wanted to hear them all. Anything to improve the sketch, constantly redrawn, of the woman she didn’t remember. The woman she couldn’t really call a mother.
She knew the story by heart and yet it felt incomplete. She’d heard enough fairytales and read enough books to know when a story was complete. This one wasn’t.
And she was right.
A week after the twins’s 13th birthday, their dad gathered them around the kitchen table. He wanted to talk. It was very important. Y/n had to admit, this was quite strange, as her father was never the one to bring up important issues. In front of him was placed an envelope, yellowed with the years.
The girl knew this envelope all too well. Every scratch, every little bump, she could almost feel them on the tip of her fingers. It was her mother’s letter. This time, when he pulled out the folded pages, a third paper came out. The missing part.
Big John didn’t say anything, only slid the pearl white sheet to the twins. And though no words came out of his mouth, a million could be seen in his gaze. He wore an unfamiliar expression on his face. It was mix of sadness, fear and regrets. It was the expression of a man who only wanted to protect his children from being hurt.
The missing paper read as so:
“This is my dream, John.
And I know you might think there’s a way for us to fix this, but there isn’t. This time you can’t fix it.
When I got pregnant with the kids, I was so scared. And when I told you, I saw this glimmer in your eyes. This flame suddenly being lit inside of you. You were so excited to have your first child and it was twins! You seemed so happy. It was beautiful.
Then I thought that maybe we could do this, maybe I could be a mother. I had you, so everything would be fine. My friends kept talking about this amazing connection that felt with their babies when they were carrying them. But I never felt it with the twins.
And I thought that maybe once I held them in my arms I would finally feel it. That motherly connection. It never came. And I tried, John. I tried so hard. But I just can’t.
I do love them, I love them so much, but not the way you do. Not the way a parent loves their child It can’t do it, I’m sorry. I wasn’t meant to be a mother. Life is cruel that way sometimes.
If there’s one thing I’m certain of, it’s that you were meant for this. I can see it in the way you look at them. You can do this, John. I know.
Be the parent I will never be able to be.”
Y/n’s curious eyes scanned the paper excitedly. Her face showed a variety of emotions in the span of a few minutes. First, excitement and joy, then, confusion and finally, anger. The tip of her ears burned red, her hand shaking beneath the table.
John B. placed the paper on the table, a loud sigh escaping his lips. Though, compared to his sister, he seemed relatively calm.
Y/n couldn’t contain it anymore. She stormed out of the house, her feet shoeless and her shoulders bare. She had no idea where she was going, but she ran.
It didn’t matter. As long as she was going somewhere. As long as she was moving and running, then she wouldn’t have to think. And if she was thinking, then her mind would take her to a bad place. She didn’t want to go there. So she ran.
The Routledges were never reputed to be angry people, much less violent. They were generally very calm, maybe a bit arrogant, but always composed. Of course, when a Routledge was after something, they would do anything in order to obtain it.
But y/n was one of the exception. She was the first Routledge woman in nearly 150 years. For generations, every Routledge man had sons, who had sons, who had sons until her father. He had a son and a daughter.
She wasn’t an angry person or mean in any way. On the contrary, she was kind and gentle. But compared to her brother and her dad, she felt emotions deeply.
And maybe it was her mother’s side and not the Routledge in her. It was so intense, sometimes. Almost blinding, at some moments. It was like the emotions took over her. It didn’t happen very often but it felt like she didn’t control her body anymore.
When she finally came back to her senses, y/n was standing on an empty beach. She hadn’t realized how far she’d gotten until she felt the warm sand under her feet. A cold breeze wrapped itself around her shoulders. She was so far from home. And so alone.
She walked to the ocean, letting her toes dip gently into the water. The water was cold but calming. Her anger slowly disappeared with each breath she took, until finally she could see everything clearly again.
Y/n turned away. She thought of going back home, when a wave of emotions hit her. She fell to the ground. It was like the air had been sucked out of her lungs.
Her chest burned, she felt like she had swallowed fire. Her shoulders shook and loud sobs escaped her lips. She dug her hands into the sand, trying to ground herself. It didn’t stop her tears from crashing onto her shirt.
A shadow appeared in front of her and she recognized its shape in a matter of seconds. It could only be one person.
“Are you hear to laugh at me?” She said through tears.
“No, not this time,” said John B. He sat down beside her, his eyes looking into hers. “Oh, y/n.” He wiped the tears off of her face
“I’m sorry,” she sniffled. “It’s just that, that,” he placed his arm around her shoulder, she took a deep breath. “Part of me always thought that she would come back.”
“That she’d come stay with us and finally be our mom. But she’s never coming back, ever,” her tone was almost accusing. “I lost so much time making up scenarios for her and she doesn’t even love us.”
“You know that’s not true,” reasoned John.
“Yeah, but it feels like it.”
“We don’t need her anyway,” stated the boy. “We’ve got dad, surfing, plenty of fish and well, each other. It’s not that bad is it?”
“No, you’re right.” She looked at him. “I just feel like I’m missing out on something. Like I’m,” she paused, looking for the right word, “incomplete.”
“I get it. If the roles were reversed and dad wasn’t there, I guess I would feel that way too,” confided her brother. “But don’t give her this much power. She doesn’t get to make you feel this way. You’re whole on your own, y/n/n.”
“Thank you, bird.” She slid her arm around his shoulder, letting her head rest on top of it. “You know, you can be an amazing brother sometimes.”
“Sometimes?”
“Yeah, sometimes.”
“Hey, bird?” “Yeah?”
“How did you find me, anyway?”
“You always come here when you wanna be dramatic.”
“I do not!”
“You so do!”
And slowly, the imaginary memories fell apart and disappeared. Y/n didn’t need them anymore. She’d be better in the real world.
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Looking at the deleted scenes
so my last post looking into a scene to hear what they said was a deleted scene and that honestly got me on a kick now about looking though them all. This one is mainly going to be just taking about them/details more then a what I heard post. So here we go.
1- fighting over rooms
This was in the script and the book but never made it into the film, Sam was in the room Michael wanted and they fought for it. So this scene is the context behind Sam bolting down the stairs “MOM PLEASE! Ma! You gotta help me!” “S o o n”
Sam’s got a serious comic collection, which he organises(I see the hulk but no Batman)
Sam mumbling the song he later sings in the tub!! (Ain’t got no home)
“oh no no no, this is MY room. You, spidey and richie rich and the rest of the boys are outta here.” Michael I love you.
“My way or the highway bud” Sam I love you
Michael: I’ll flip you for it *LITERALLY PICKS SAM UP AND FLIPS HIM UPSIDE DOWN*
Sam bites this man in the leg- Michael also notably mumbles ‘lil shit’ as his brother rushes away laughing
Y’all I am in LOVE they are literally just siblings
2- Kitchen that night
This was also script/book. I mean duh because it’s a deleted scene. Basically just talking after dinner
Lucy has two big pictures of her mother ‘hi mom’
Sam is trying to fix the stereo but it keeps popping also Sam wearing the bandana! Cutie lmao
The stereo starts playing lost in the shadows (also like how when Dwayne hits it, it plays good times)
Michaels “sammmmmmm”
Michael just “I dunno if I’m going back to school” he dead ass went ✨I wanna drop out✨
Sam swoops in and starts dancing with Lucy it’s to cute I’m gonna explode
Sam and Lucy dragging him in , Sam straight up head locking Mike and Lucy’s dance is gonna
3- extension of Michael following star
Honestly this should have stayed in. It gives star a bit more character and it also makes Michael slightly less creepy in his actions. THIS IS WHERE THE PHOTO OF LADDIE COMES FROM!
Star: are you following me?*laugh*
Michael, confidently: yea, I am
Star:
How star is laughing and smacking gum watching this dork
Laddie like :0 the whole time
The way she says “well, talk” In a half laugh
SAM ACTUALLY CUTS THEM OFF FROM THEIR CONVO WITH “moms here” that’s why she goes off
LADDIE NOTICING SAMS VAMPIRES EVERYWHERE COMIC!!
“She wants me , all of me” - Sam Emerson 1987
4- Michaels job
Self explanatory, honestly I think this scene should have been kept in for little more past actually establishing that the movie is longer then a few days. Really it’s more like a few weeks
The drunk dude laying on the beach left over from the night before
Hhhhhhhh shirtless Michael hhhhhh
SAM AND THE FUN TUBE I REMEMBER THIS FROM THE BOOK
This kid is trying to read a comic in the ocean
Sam gets splashed by the surf nazis
Michael gets tricked by hair lmao
5- video store that afternoon
Weird note but Maria is called Marie? However in all media she’s called Maria??
Marie gives her little backstory, how she owes max
Max is busy during the day you see
Lucy is such a sweetie “there’s my boys! :D” “my sons my sons”
Michael trying to give Lucy his left over Christmas money and all that 🥺
Sams “bye mike!”
6- talking again
Second night extended talks
They used to come spend summers in Santa Carla
M: where’s your little brother?
S: hes not my little brother
The audio cut out :(
7-
Grandpa asks Lucy about her boss “oh you know him?” “Oh I’ve seen him around”
GRANDPA WHAT DOES THAT MEAN
“Yea if i knew I was gonna live this long I woulda taken better care of myself”
8- morning
Sam watching the stuffed mountain lion
Nanook going after the rears of the stuffed hunting dogs- sir-
“Chill out Nanook”
Sam gets noosy and looks in on the Taxidermy and Grandpa chooses to gross him out lmao
“Nanook, this is my life , I come from a broken home. My mom works all day, my brother SLEEPS all day and my grandfathers possibly a alien who stuffs chipmunks” SAM I LOVE YOU
Sam sneaks a bit of grandpas weed
I’m going to sob I’m gonna sob it’s like a bit of the leaf! Sam baby never change
Grandpa walks in- Sam gets offended and tells him to stop with the Indian walk (this implies that he just straight up sneaks up on Sam non stop lmao I love him)
This blends into the “let’s go to town” scene
9- Michaels “morning after
The video I’m watching titled it this and I’m losing my shit so I’m keeping it. ALSO AGAIN THE MAGGOTS AND THE BRIDGE SCENE ARENT ON THE SAME NIGHT. THIS SHOULD HAVE BEEN KEPT IN TO ESTABLISH THAT
Michael not being able to lift his weights
“I can’t remember to much, not after the Chinese food that looked like maggots” Sam slowly putting down his apple lmao
“Hey mike, you think grandpas a alien?”
Mike “mom and I didn’t wanna tell you two early” lmao
Nanook and Michaels salty feet. I still don’t get this part
“That was some pretty funky Chinese food”
MICHAEL IS NOT WEARING ANYTHING UNDER THE ROBE AND HE HAS FUCKING TIGHTY WHITIES
Mike just placing his full hand over sams face
10-
Went over this last night
Max having thorn sit shot gun
His baseball cap that’s it just his hat
11- max and Lucy date pre phone call
Again for  character development , like star. Like he doubles as a love interest and villain you think they’d leave the little parts with him in it in the movie
Max saying “I know what it’s like to be alone”
He says protecting mother in Latin(I think?) then English - NERD
“Lioness with her Cubs” she laughs THEYRE REALLY CUTE- STOP
“I think my mothering days are just about over” “well, they don’t have to be” SUBTLE
Max trying to show off with a fancy order shsisososososos
Max goes all out and spoils with the expensive order and Lucy is all !!! ☺️ no one touch me
They’re actually really cute and it makes me so mad they cut out moments like this for him and star? Because even with these they don’t get that much time but they get that much more character
13- Mike they’re here! Introductions
Should have been kept simply because there’s a huge gap
“This guy looks more like a zombie”
“Should I run him though?”
MICHAELS EYELINER
Mike is so sarcastic
“David! It’s David isn’t it?! He’s the leader! David ansisosososoos” mikes deflated “yea”
In conclusion these all should have stayed in the film and I am still upset over this. Also if there’s any more or any one that I missed: gimme
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Paradise -> Mat Barzal
This is for @antoineroussel ‘s summer fic exchange! I had the lovely, and awesome @texanstarslove I was so excited when I found out I had you, but wanted to wait until the season ended, though I know just like me, you didn’t need a repeat of last year. I think your writing is amazing, and I’ll never forget you randomly boosted me, and I’ve gained a lot of followers since then. I really hope you enjoy. I’m also so sorry this took so long 💚
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It was like deja vu. The team had lost again, to the same team, in the same round, for the second year in a row. This time though, it stung a little more, as their were fans, and they were in Tampa. It didn’t help the players were making fun of the guys getting a little emotional. You were too, and not only because you were heartbroken about the loss, it was your boyfriend Mat. He worked his butt off all season, and off season to stay in shape, and be best for his team. You knew he would get emotional, and he did, the first night after the loss, being the toughest. He was proud of him and his teammates, and vowed to make sure this didn’t happen again.
Mat was one of the toughest guys you knew. From the random night you met him at the bar, to when he had the two black eyes in last years playoffs, literally nothing stopped him. The idea of love never existed in your mind. Seeing your parents loveless marriage and hoping one day they would divorce and you could live with your mother, made you think that actual love never existed. But with Mat it was easy, you two could have nights out, and nights in and have the same amount of fun, you could see a future with him, but you were not in any rush for major things to happen.
It was now July, and you two had decided to take a vacation, a much needed one in fact. With last years bubble, and this years crazy season, he needed a vacation just as much as you did, someone who worked 40 hours a week, and also had to log in some on the weekend.
“Okay, where should we go?” You asked Mat, who was reclined at the end of the couch, while your legs were across his waist, laying on the couch, with your laptop sitting on you with vacation websites on.
“Somewhere warm?” He questioned, as he was watching the NBA finals.
‘That narrows it down a bit.” You laughed.
“You know what I mean!” He laughed back. “No where that’s like, not beach like, does that help?” He asked, taking a drink of the beer he was drinking.
“Yes, thanks.” You shook your head and started to google places you two could go.
As much as you loved Disney, and wanted to go there, you two needed some private time, and that was not the place for it. You looked a couple more places, and gasped at the website you were on.
“Look at this!” You exclaimed and sat up.
He looked to his left and noticed a vacation website for a resort in the Maldives. There were resorts. and private villa’s, and as you saw on your many hours of Tik Tok scrolling, it was pretty affordable.
“Oh that looks really cool.” He nodded, grabbing the MacBook from you to look around.
“It’s perfect, I heard it’s pretty adorable too.”
“Babe, that shouldn’t be the deciding factor, I can afford to take you to somewhere you really wanna go.” He said seriously. You did appreciate that about him, but in the back of your mind, you didn’t want people to think you were using him for his money, which was not the case whatsoever. You loved him for him, and you were just someone who worked and cheered on your boyfriend.
“Yeah, but I wanna go here!” You smiled. “Let me and a cool resort, and then we can think about booking it.” You smiled as you got off the couch quickly to grab a glass of wine, loving the fact you were about to book a romantic and fun vacation.
The trip was booked about three hours later, and in two weeks you would be heading to an island paradise. You never flew across the ocean before, so that part. made you nervous, but you couldn’t be more excited to finally get some peace and quiet with Mat.
You and Mat were now sitting at the gate in JFK, getting ready to catch the first flight, which landed in Dubai. You had an iced latte in your hand, which made the nerves you were having a little bit worse. Along with never flying across the ocean, you’ve never had a 19 hour flight before, and that was nerve-racking to you.
“Babe, are you okay?” He asked you, sounding concerned.
“Yeah, I think it’s the flight that makes me nervous.” You said, before taking a sip of the coffee.
“It’s gonna be alright, I promise, plus we have first class, and that should make things a little more comfortable. If you feel uneasy, just lean on me.” He placed a kiss on the top of your head, making your mind ease, and heart feel warm with love.
Movies, laughs, and naps made the flight, and it’s connecting in Dubai, made it so much easier to do, and now you two were on a boat with other couples, and three families to make their way to the resort. When the two of you checked in, and headed to your bungalow, you felt like you could cry. The water was a type of blue you had only seen in movies. The sky, was something out of a book, that you could imagine with your eyes closed. It was perfect.
“Holy shit, you gotta see this patio!” Mat said as he was walking around the place you were staying the next week. You walked outside and saw a private deck, with some chairs, but also a swing. You just imagined watching the sunset with the both of you on the swing.
“I don’t know how I was able to find this place and pull it off so easy. This is a literal Oasis.” You said, your eyes almost bulging out of your head with how beautiful it was.
“Ah, well, the view is almost as beautiful as you.” He grinned.
“Mat, nothing is as beautiful as this view, shh.” You laughed and rolled your eyes, but you knew he meant those words.
You never purposely pushed his complements down, it’s just who you were. You never really got complements before meeting him, so it was kind of..a reaction. The first time he compared you to the beautiful full moon, one April night, you almost cried with laughter. You thought he was quoting a movie or something, but you could tell he really meant it. He knows that you’re going to shove them off, knowing that something that happens in nature, and in space is something amazing, but he really thought you hung the moon.
There was a little cafe in the main part of the resort, away from all the bungalows. You could get your morning cup of coffee, while eating breakfast and looking out at the views, and people watch too. It was the middle day of your trip, and you were already dreading of leaving, but didn’t want to think about that just yet. You two were going to do your own things today, he wanted to golf, and you wanted to check out the resort spa. You had gotten up before he did, and went over to the cafe, leaving him a note, since he didn’t wake up for anything, and kisses his forehead.
“Why didn’t you wake me?” Mat questioned, as he sat down with a cup of coffee, already dressed for a day out on the green.
“I tried…You don’t wake up for shit!” You laughed. “If we were home, and the dog went missing, I would scream, you would snore.” A giggle left your mouth as he rolled his eyes, he knew it was true, and so did you.
“When we finish up, we can change and go out to the bar, that’s over the water.” He said, taking a sip of coffee.
Your heart about fluttered, the views from the bar looked amazing, the bar after dark, over the ocean, thought you could do that in your bungalow, something about drinks around other people, and being so close to Mat, excited you to no end.
You and Mat planned on going to the bar when he cleaned up from his day of golf, but a nap called the both of you, and you two didn’t get there until after the sunset. You were a little bummed, until you saw the bar, and it’s area surrounded in hanging lights,
“Wow.” You sighed, after the waiter took the drink orders. “How does this place keep getting better…” You said, unable to believe you were here.
“I hope these drinks are good.” He chuckled, throwing your own feelings back to you.
“Oh, so now I get the shoved response?” You playfully rolled your eyes, before looking at the ocean in front of you.
The tequila sunrises and Screw Drivers the two of you were drinking, were really making you two feel really good. You don’t remember when you decided to sit on Mat’s lap, but he was pretty comfortable, and was keeping a good grip on you.
“You know, you could stick your hand up my dress and no one would know.” You giggled, before taking the last sip of your tequila sunrise.
“There’s no one around?” He looked around.
“I..don’t think so, it’s dark, there could be people around us, but that’s more fun.” The alcohol was running through you,
“As much as I love that idea, and how I would love for you to just ride me, I think it would be better to do this in the room, no?” He asked, his lips against your neck.
You never had the idea of something pubic, but he was right, your private space was made for the adventures you two had in bed, and though you two were having a lot of fun doing that already, you always had time for more, and agreed.
“Let’s go back.” You whispered before you hopped off his lap.
He paid the bill and left a decent tip for the waiter, he did hear the both of you slightly slur and probably thought you two were up to something when you hopped on his lap. You grabbed Mat’s hand and headed back to the bungalow.
You were first into where you were staying, and he quickly picked you up after you set your bag down on the table. You giggled as he placed you on the bed and hovered over you.
“I don’t know how you do it, you just look so damn beautiful.” He whispered before he quickly pressed his lips onto yours. You wrapped your arms around him as he kissed you deeply, you two may have been a little tipsy, but you could feel the love in every kiss, and every movement after.
You two probably would have woke neighbors if you had any. The way Mat made you feel was something no on else had been able to do. With the couple of years you two had been together, he knew where to touch you, how to do it, and what to do, to make you come undone in a matter of moments. A lot of people would say men don’t care that their woman didn’t cum, but he did, and he made sure you did every time.
You let out a load moan, and released as Mat groaned. After a moment of staying connected, he pulled out, and after you ran to the bathroom, you two were now laying in bed, bare and the moon shining into your room.
“This trip has been perfect so far.” You sighed quietly, as you set your head on his chest.
“You did good babe, I have to admit it.” He chuckled as he played with your hair.
“Is it bad I had no idea where this place was until I had to google it?” You asked, not being the best with geography, but honestly not knowing where it was.
“You really think I knew where this place is, babe….” He said, knowing he wasn’t that great with geography either.
“Fuck what happens if we get on the wrong flight or something?!” You asked.
“Siri will help us, because we can’t help our way around a map. I’m not the leader in any of these hockey trips for a reason.” He shook his head, and you covered your face trying not to laugh so hard.
“Listen, I know the last couple of seasons didn’t go as planned, but I don’t know if I could be more proud of you, you just…work so hard, and I see it, and I hope others do too. If you go to the Olympics, and they let family in, I’m screaming my ass off for team Canada.” You said, meaning every single word.
“I like heading that from the guys, but babe, you know it means so much coming from you.” He said. “And trust me, if I even make the Olympic team, I’d love to have you there. You’d be screaming the loudest, and probably freak out some of the others, and I want nothing more than that.” He started to laugh more.
Even with your normal type job, you wanted to be there for him as much as you could. You had even worked remotely to support him in the playoffs, and knowing he would do the same for you if he had the chance meant so much. You knew he was the one, even though you two were a little busy to think about the M word, you knew, when you both were ready, you would be the one, that he would ask, you, and you would say yes.
“Babe?” He asked you.
“What’s up?” You were a little nervous, he sounded a little unsure of himself.
“You’re gonna plan our next vacation when we get back, right? You’ve done great with this one, and now I need you to plan everything.”
You hid your face in his chest, and started laughing again.
“I love you.” You told him.
“I love you too babe, he kissed the top of your head, something you always wanted him to do, and it brought you comfort, the feeling that you had right at this moment.
#summer fic exchange#mat barzal#mat barzal flc#my writing#New York Islanders#the gif in the post is mine pls do not steal
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Headcannons for a Deaf Reader Part 2
💚Dream💚
💚This man would already know a lot of sign language
💚’Asking’ you if you need anything before he streams/records a video
💚He doesn’t mind if you hang out in his room with him (no face cam=cuddles)
💚Tea kettle laugh is definitely a must so once again your dream is to hear that laugh (I mean like who doesn’t!)
💚Getting into fights he sometimes forgets to sign, also when he does it’s probably to fast to even comprehend
💚George and Sapnap being the absolute best people
💚Drista days! (She really cares about you and you teach her sign everyday for a class)
💚Drista thinks that you’re the best thing to happen to her brother
💚Cuddles and snuggles and just soft Dream
💚Protecting you no matter what
💚Kisses before and after long streams (he lets you sit on his lap though so...A LOT OF KISSES FROM THIS MAN)
💚Patches always on your lap
💚Dream doesn’t really see any problem with signing all the time! He actually thinks it’s pretty fun
💚Thank god you can’t hear him scream at the top of his lungs when something doesn’t go his way
💚Kinda on the idea for you to participate in the war
💚Calming him down when he gets accused for staging his videos
💚This man is Robin hood! Stealing your heart the first time you two made eye contact
💚’Why do you think I’m Robin hood?!’
💚’Because you stole my heart! You’re the thief that I fell in love with silly!’
💚Love him like he loves you
💙GeorgeNotFound💙
💙This man is SUPER soft for you
💙Sleepy cuddles all day
💙Rarely fight with each other
💙If you do fight it’ll be for petty reasons
💙Like Dream he probably knows a lot of sign already, but he needs a refresher
💙His voice is already soft so hopefully one day you’ll be able to hear his voice
💙’I love you’s’ back and forth
💙Sometimes he gets confused with some stuff you teach him so it’s a pretty slow ‘class’
💙He talks to you about his colorblindness while you explain more about being deaf
💙quite mornings
💙He’s your little magic boy
💙Building that little mushroom house with you while the war was ablaze definitely happened
💙You guys probably argued a lot over which wood to use or where an item should go
💙He lost after you slammed yourself on him and started squeezing him to death
💙’I believe we should have dark oak Y/N!’
💙’I think spruce would look a lot better!’
💙’Spruce?! Are you insane!’
💙’Yes Gogy....now drop the dark oak planks’
💙”Help chat....please”
💙You won btw
♥️Sapnap♥️
♥️I can see Sapnap over exaggerating his hand movements
♥️Hugs and soft pecks on stream (If the relationship is out)
♥️During fights his hand movements definitely do something
♥️Apologizes super fast (comprehending it is again super difficult)
♥️I can see him brag to everyone about you (he’s just that kind of man)
♥️You want cuddles now?! Well grab those blankets and pillows because he’s gonna probably kill you with love
♥️Dream is to definitely hear this man’s voice (I don’t really have to explain why)
♥️Is he your knight in shinning amour?! YES
♥️Doesn’t care if you’re deaf or not
♥️Lilly would always be on your lap purring so you would feel the vibrations
♥️The man is soft, but strong
♥️He’ll protect you with his life
♥️Again kinda glad you can’t hear him scream in fear/anger when he’s doing a video/stream
♥️Everyone gets hate so comforting each other is very important in this relationship (I don’t understand why people hate on Sapnap?!)
♥️Sometimes he forgets that your deaf and whispers “I love you” or “good morning/good-night” (😂🥰)
♥️Jokes all around
♥️Shows you around the SMP with signs (yes, he would do that)
♥️*Welcome to the SMP Y/N*
♥️’Why are you writing on a sign?!’
♥️*I don’t wanna take my hands off the keyboard*
🌼Wilbur Soot🌼
🌼Already knows sign language
🌼 Still asks you to teach him
🌼Makes you feel his guitar when he plays so you can feel the vibrations
🌼Nice streams with jokes and laughs
🌼Definitely dreams to hear his singing
🌼Calm days
🌼Singing on stream
🌼Tommy being annoying to both of you
🌼Making a cute house where both of you would live with signs that have quotes
🌼Having a great time ‘talking to you’
🌼Walks on the beach where he describes the sounds to you 🥺
🌼Sad that you can’t hear music
🌼SOFT BOY
🌼Tries to make you as comfortable as he can
🌼You guys don’t really get into fights, but when you do it’s pretty hard (Don’t worry though)
🌼Glad to learn about this disability so he can help and understand more
🌼I can imagine you putting your fingers on his throat to feel the vibrations (closest thing to this man’s BEAUTIFUL voice)
🌼’What are you doing?!’
🌼‘’Listening’ to music’
🌼”Smart Y/N....smart”
💜Quackity💜
💜He’s pretty decent at sign
💜You can’t stop me from thinking that he’ll ask for you to sign bad words for him 🥺
💜I see him joking about it, but not to the extent of being hurtful
💜Chat loving you and believing that you two being together would be the end of the world
💜Chaos
💜Just like Wilbur I can see him putting your hand on his guitar to feel the vibrations
💜Fights would probably have one person speaking angry Spanish and the other doing some angry sign language (😂)
💜His laugh, voice, singing! (I would miss this so much)
💜Karl being your best friend (Karl is just so wholesome)
💜Watching Mexican Soap Operas
💜Him translating for his chat and signing to you at the same time (stupid sub titles)
💜Always seen with him and vice versa
💜Jackbox is chaotic (All of his videos with him are chaotic)
💜When you guys are together in Minecraft....no one’s safe
💜Late night talks
💜He believes that you’re the best thing that has ever happened to him
💜”Yo Mamacita!”
💜’You said something?!’
💜’oops! Sorry, no’
💜ME PERDONAS
Hope you guys enjoy! This took awhile lol

#minecraft#dream smp#deaf reader#x reader#dream x reader#georgenotfound x reader#sapnap x reader#wilbur x reader#quackity x reader#mcyt#dreamwastaken#georgenotfound#sapnap#wilbur soot#quackity
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my pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand
5 times Zane took care of the team and 1 time the team took care of Zane
•••
1;
"You three are brothers now, and will become stronger together. But for now, you must get acquainted with each other." Sensei's words rang in Zane's head as he made his way into the kitchen of the monastery.
While Jay had been somewhat easy to get introduced to, with his passion for robotics and his tendency to talk, they had become close very quickly.
Cole, however, was a bit harder to speak to; Zane could tell that Cole was a good person, as he was extremely loyal to Sensei even though he had just started his training under him, but he was also closed off to Jay and Zane.
And while he didn't know why, Zane had a feeling it was more so due to some sort of pain in his past, and not him viewing himself and Jay as lower than him.
Which is why Zane was now in the kitchen; he could never quite place exactly why, but he always felt at peace when he was cooking. Something about making something out of nothing was soothing to him.
But before he had decided what exactly he was going to make, that's when Cole came in, a look of longing across his face.
"Hello, Cole," Zane greeted, offering him a smile, but it faded when Cole stiffened, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you."
"It's alright, just startled me," Cole insisted, the look of longing came back before he asked, "are you making anything specific?"
"I have not decided. Do you have a request?" Zane asked, trying to read Cole's face.
"Can you make cake? Vanilla cake?"
"Absolutely," Zane smiled, going to grab the ingredients before asking, his back turned to Cole, "are we celebrating something, or is it just cake?"
He heard Cole take in a deep breath, almost as if he was trying to avoid crying, which didn't make much sense, since from what he knew, cake was never for sad things.
Zane turned around to see Cole staring at the counter before he responded.
"Yeah, it's…" he swallowed before locking eyes with Zane, "it would have been my mom's birthday. She passed away a few months ago."
"I am sorry for your loss, Cole." Zane spoke softly, unsure of how best to comfort someone he didn't know very well.
The room went quiet for a few moments, and Zane busied himself with grabbing the rest of the cooking supplies when Cole spoke up again, his voice cracking slightly from the tears.
"Can I help?"
Zane nodded, allowing Cole behind the counter before Zane got to work on the dry ingredients, watching as Cole started working on the wet ingredients.
And when Zane tripped over his own foot, resulting in Cole being covered in flour head to toe, he couldn't stop himself from laughing when Cole did, although he didn't fully understand exactly what was so funny.
2;
"Come on, you stupid hunk of junk!" Nya's shout rang through the Bounty, startling everyone that was aboard.
"How long has she been working on the thruster?" Zane asked, wondering just how long she had gone without food, sleep and water.
"Since yesterday afternoon, I can't pry her away from it." Jay explained, which led Zane to nod before making his way to the control room.
Nya was hunched over the thruster controls, screwdriver in her left hand and a screw hanging out of her mouth, her eyebrows scrunched in anger as she continued to twist the wrench with her right around a bolt.
"Nya?" Zane spoke softly, not wanting to provoke her, before gently putting his hand on her shoulder, "perhaps you should take a break. Jay said that you have been working on it since yesterday."
"I've gotta work on this," she shook her head after taking the screw out of her mouth, "we don't know when we'll have to make a getaway from...whatever Lord Garmadon is planning."
Zane nodded; since Garmadon had disappeared after the destruction of the golden weapons, they had all braced themselves for an attack, even Lloyd who had just started learning the full extent of his powers was getting ready for whatever his dad was going to throw at them.
"I understand your reasoning perfectly, but you are human, Nya. You will get burnt out if you work yourself too hard," he stopped to gently take the wrench out of her hand so she would look at him, "and if we have any chance at stopping Garmadon, we are going to need Samurai X."
Luckily, Nya nodded, and put up her tools, before wiping at her brow with her arm. "Thanks, Zane."
"You're welcome." Zane couldn't help but smile as he watched Nya make her way towards her quarters, and that's when he turned back to the thruster, and started to get to work with schematics pulled up in front of him.
"You will fly again, my friend."
3;
Despite the fact that it was called "The Dark Island", Zane had actually found the perfect place to sit on the beach and watch the sunrise, which was hidden by large rocks, even though he could see the ocean perfectly.
He knew that the others would wake up soon, and they would start working towards the final battle yet again, but for a brief moment, everything was peaceful.
Until he heard the footsteps.
Zane immediately drew his weapon, hearing the slight rustle of sand get louder and louder, until finally, he stood and yelled, ready to attack until the supposed assailant screamed, energy at both of their hands.
Zane immediately sheathed the weapon and took a deep breath, watching as Lloyd did the same, his hand against his chest. "You scared me, Lloyd."
"Likewise," Lloyd took a deep breath before raising an eyebrow, "what're you doing?"
"I'm watching the sunrise, it looks beautiful from here," Zane explained, sitting back down and watching Lloyd's face fall, "although, I could ask you the same thing."
"I just needed some time for myself," Lloyd told him, sitting next to Zane before letting out a sigh, "I don't think I'm ready."
"To fight your father?," Zane offered, resulting in a nod from Lloyd, "You have every reason to be upset about this situation. I just reunited with my father, and I can confidently say that I would be very distraught if we were on opposite sides."
"My entire life, I've lost people. My father got banished, my mother went to work on her research and left me at Darkley's, even my uncle didn't take me in for a long time," Zane watched as Lloyd took in a shaky breath before wiping his face against his sleeve, "I don't wanna lose him again."
"Again?" Zane asked softly, as to avoid provoking Lloyd.
"My dad has been the only one to come back for me. When I got taken by the Serpentine, he left whatever evil place he was in to come save me, and I know you guys came for me too, but…"
"You're scared of being abandoned again after you fulfill the prophecy." Zane spoke aloud as it clicked in his head, and when Lloyd nodded, he could feel his heart break slightly.
"I don't want to be alone again."
Zane nodded, before gently laying his hand on Lloyd's shoulder and he saw the tear streaks on Lloyd's cheeks. "You won't be alone again, because you have me and the others. We are your brothers, and even if you didn't have elemental abilities, we would still be your brothers."
Zane didn't prepare himself adquitally for the hug that Lloyd gave him, and he could feel his circuits and gears tightening under his grasp.
But hearing Lloyd's soft voice whisper, "thank you, Zane," made it all worth it, and he couldn't stop himself from returning the hug.
4;
"No sign of Chen or any of his warriors." PIXAL affirmed with a smile, which led Zane to repeat the message to Kai.
Now that he had been freed, he was fully able to explore exactly what his new body could do, and while he remembered big events clearly and flashes of small things, his memory was still foggy.
But he remembered his friends, and that was the biggest thing that mattered to him.
"Any sign of Skylor?" Kai begged, and Zane had no choice but to shake his head no, seeing the look of anguish on Kai's face grow more prominent.
"Let's keep looking. They couldn't have gotten off the island." Kai insisted, Zane following closely behind, watching as Kai's face went from anger to worry.
"You seem distraught, Kai. About more than Skylor," Zane reached forward and gently set his hand on Kai's shoulder, watching as he turned back to meet his eyes, "do you want to talk about it?"
Kai let out a sigh before turning back to the path and continued to walk, "I feel terrible for what happened. I had to trick Lloyd in order to get the staff from Chen, and then I almost hurt Lloyd and Skylor with the staff. Now she's missing, and...I feel like that's on me."
"No one blames you for that, Kai. Chen is the one who took her, not you." Zane reasoned softly.
"But I allowed myself to be corrupted by the staff. We all know how bad losing power is for Lloyd, and I allowed the power to consume me, to say things to him that...that I haven't believed in a long time."
"As soon as we get back, you two should talk and get everything out in the open," Zane stopped once again to put his hand on Kai's shoulder, "if we are going to fight as one, and stop Chen, we cannot have any harsh feelings towards each other."
"You're right," Kai nodded, before letting out another sigh, "I just hope Lloyd doesn't hate me."
"I think that would be impossible, Kai," Zane insisted, and when Kai turned to raise an eyebrow at him, he continued, "I do not remember everything, and my memories are still foggy, but I remember just how much Lloyd and you have bonded over the years. I have a feeling that after you two talk, he will forgive you."
Kai smiled, which made Zane's emotion levels spike with happiness, before the two continued walking deeper and deeper into Chen's island.
5;
Zane couldn't shake the feeling that he was missing something, like there was a gap in his memory drive, even if PIXAL insisted that there wasn't one.
So he was awake in the bridge, trying to double check; he really did trust PIXAL, but something had happened to his memories, and after the whole situation with his memory switch in the first place, something about forgetting just scared him.
But as he continued to go through his internal hard drive, and his memory drive, it seemed as though PIXAL was correct, and there was no gap.
As he went to close the files, that's when PIXAL popped up in his vision.
"Zane, there is someone in the general proximity of the bridge. Proceed with caution."
Zane straightened his back as he closed the files, even though the only sound he could hear was a slight sniffling that sounded a lot like crying, and grabbed one of the spare katanas that was out, turning slowly to see if he could scope out who was in the room, but that's when Jay turned the corner, a pint of ice cream in his hand that he almost threw at Zane when he screamed.
"What the heck are you doing up, Zane?!" Jay screeched as Zane set the katana on the table and approached him, "You're going to give me a heart attack if you're that quiet!"
"I'm sorry, I was just…" Zane trailed off before making eye contact with Jay, who now had the spoon from the pint of ice cream, that looked like it was Cole's ice cream, in his mouth; the tear streaks barely visible against Jay's cheeks, however, that's what Zane noticed, "What are you doing up at this hour?"
"Could ask you the same thing," Jay responded before sticking another spoonful in his mouth, "couldn't sleep, got hungry, and Cole's name isn't on his ice cream."
"I heard someone crying." Zane asked softly, watching as Jay nearly choked on a chunk of cookie dough before sputtering.
"Maybe it was Lloyd, you know he curls up under the wheel when he doesn't want anyone to know he's crying."
"Lloyd was snoring when I left our room, I would have seen him," he watched as Jay's body deflated slightly and he put the ice cream down on the console before sitting down, which led Zane to put his hand on his shoulder, "do you want to talk about it?"
"I'm just working through some things, things that...you wouldn't remember."
Zane swallowed as he made the connection that Jay knew exactly why he had a gap in his memory that PIXAL couldn't detect, but instead of freaking out, he sat next to Jay, and put his hand on his shoulder. "Maybe not, but I am willing to listen, even if you wanna erase this conversation afterwards."
"Nah, I'm not gonna do that," Jay wiped his hand across his face before taking a shaky breath and turning back to Zane, "You remember when we were trying to get to Stiix because of reports of Clouse being there?"
"Yes, that's when you and Nya resumed dating." Zane affirmed, watching as Jay's face fell slightly.
"Yeah, that's… not exactly what happened…"
6;
'Remember when I put Kai's clothes in with yours, and you had to dress up as the pink ninja? Remember?' The blonde boy pleaded, green eyes full of tears.
He had no idea what this liar was talking about, let alone who he was. Vex insisted he was some sort of liar or traitor, but there was something about the way…
'No.'
He had no idea who this was.
•••
Zane tried to shake the memory away as he made his way to his room, looking over at the photo on his dresser.
The picture that they had taken after finishing the mural on the monastery wall; where Kai was holding onto Nya and Lloyd and Nya was holding onto Jay and Jay was holding onto Cole and Lloyd was holding onto him and he was holding onto PIXAL.
And they were all happy; even though the Oni almost killed them all, there was a large gash next to Lloyd's eye and Cole looked like he had been through the underworld and back, they were happy.
Zane was anything but happy now.
When they returned from the Never-Realm, and they shared weary smiles and hugs with Master Wu and PIXAL, despite the frostbite, Lloyd's obvious concussion and the burns on Kai's hands that would definitely scar, they were happy.
The feeling in Zane's gut was not going away anytime soon. Watching as PIXAL stitched the cut on the back of Lloyd's head, applied bandages to Kai's hands, and treated the frostbite wasn't helping with that either.
Zane didn't deserve to feel happy after nearly killing the others. After nearly killing Lloyd.
While the others were eating dinner, courtesy of Nya, Zane was sitting outside on the steps of the monastery; he didn't need to eat, and even if he did, he didn't think he could stomach it.
'You were built to protect those who cannot protect themselves. You failed your purpose. Both as a ninja, and as yourself.'
Despite all that had happened with his memories, Zane was starting to consider asking Jay to wipe the archive of the Never-Realm. Maybe he wouldn't feel as bad then.
"Hey," a voice interrupted his thoughts, and he lifted his head to see Lloyd smiling at him, although it was more of a sympathetic smile than a genuine one, "mind if I sit here?"
"You're not supposed to be outside, or on stairs for that matter, without supervision," Zane reasoned, but still moved so Lloyd could sit beside him, "you still have a concussion."
"Well, you're here, so I'm being supervised," Lloyd reasoned while sitting, and Zane couldn't deny that logic, and the company was more welcome than the deafening silence, "besides, I need a break from Kai and Master Wu breathing down my neck."
Zane nodded as Lloyd adjusted to get comfortable; he had noticed how understandably protective both of them had grown since they had gotten back, and how Lloyd had insisted immediately that the concussion was Vex's fault, refusing to look Zane in the eye.
"So, are you leaving?" Lloyd's voice cracked, which jolted something in Zane's system as he nearly stood with the shock.
"No, no, I'm not leaving," he insisted, unable to ignore the relief on Lloyd's face as he spoke, "why would you ask that?"
"Because the last time you left the monastery at night, you found my treehouse," Lloyd kicked at a pebble before looking at Zane, "and when the Hypnobri burned down the old monastery-"
But Lloyd's voice cut out as the scene played out in his head.
'Flames, trapped dragons, no more training equipment, no home, nowhere to go, alone, everyone accusing him of causing this, insisting that it was a teaching moment, being ignored, seeing the falcon, following it, the feeling of being alone again.'
"I left because I saw the falcon, and you weren't even there." Zane tried to convince Lloyd that it hadn't been the guilt, feeling like he had screwed up, feeling like he was alone.
"You're right, I was busy being a brat," Lloyd reasoned before looking back at Zane, "but I know as well as anyone what guilt is, and you felt it then, like you feel it now."
Zane swallowed; did everyone know? Was he terrible at hiding this? Had they planned to send Lloyd out?
"I hurt people. A lot of people," Zane swallowed, knowing that there were tears in his eyes, "I hurt you."
"That was Vex-" Lloyd tried to insist, but Zane shook his head, unable to look at Lloyd and instead looked up at the glittering stars.
"You don't have to lie to me, Lloyd. They were my hands, I was the one who…" he couldn't even finish his sentence without choking on the emotions on his throat.
He felt Lloyd's hand on his shoulder, he couldn't look at him, but he couldn't reach over and pull his hand off either, 'what if I freeze him? What if I hurt him again?'
"You know, Master Wu has a saying for things like this, "we cannot change the past, but we can affect the future"," Lloyd quoted, leading Zane to swallow harshly as his master's words rang true in his head, "but I get it. Feeling like you hurt people because it was your hands."
'Morro.'
"Lloyd, I didn't-" Zane started, finally managing to look at Lloyd, but he was cut off by childlike wonder spreading across his face.
"A shooting star! Quick, make a wish!" Lloyd begged, and Zane wiped at his tears before closing his eyes, pretending to make a wish before turning back to Lloyd.
"What did you wish for?" He asked, fully indulging Lloyd at this point, who was standing up. 'Lloyd deserves this, after everything.'
"That you'll come back inside with me and the others," Lloyd held out his hand to Zane, making his head throb with worry.
'You'll hurt him, you'll hurt him, you'll hurt-' "You're not going to hurt me, Zane."
Zane took Lloyd's hand, and allowed him to lead him to the living room.
For the first time since they got back from the Never-Realm, as Cole and Kai went head to head in their video game, as Nya and Jay snuggled on the couch, as he sat in between Lloyd and PIXAL, things felt right again.
He let PIXAL hold his hand, he let Cole high five him, he let Jay give him a fist bump, he hit the empty bag of chips away from Lloyd's head. Even as Master Wu pulled Lloyd away from the TV due to the concussion and Cole took his spot, he still felt calm. Relaxed even. Maybe now, they could all start to heal together.
#Ninjago#lego ninjago#zane ninjago#lloyd montgomery garmadon#jay walker#nya ninjago#kai ninjago#cole ninjago#master wu#pixal#pilot season#season 2#season 4#season 6#season 11#angst#family#friendship#the formatting is a little weird but i wanted the whole story to fit on here
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(hello! it’s been a minute! sorry, i’ve unfortunately been trapped under work’s capitalist foot!! but how are yall? MAJOR happy birthday to harry james! thank you for being my comfort character <3 anyways, hope you enjoy harry’s little 22nd party, which is also on ao3!)
the planning starts in may. it’s nearly three months early, but may brings bad memories molly’s always tried to avoid. it’s a simple question about cake flavors pointed at harry and ginny, their birthdays always planned in tandem, but harry freezes nonetheless. it’s nothing anyone would notice, but ginny does because she’s ginny and harry’s always been what she’s good at. so when they’re alone later and she asks about it, he’s not surprised.
“it’s stupid,” he says, shaking his head in that way he does that makes him seem so small ginny’s heart aches.
“harry,” she pushes this one, feels like she has to.
“it’s just…i’m twenty-two this year, aren’t i?”
“yeah?”
“i’m always gonna be older than them now,” he almost whispers, like it’s a crime to even speak aloud. he sits down on the bed just then. the bed in his flat that he’s been too scared to ask her to share with him. he wonders briefly if his dad was ever as scared to ask his mum something so easy; wonders if his dad ever got the chance to be, or if that was just another thing war took away from him.
“harry,” she sits next to him, body angled towards him so her legs are pushed up against his side. “talk to me.”
it’s a simple request; ginny’s like that, takes only the smallest pieces of him because she thinks everyone else takes too much. he wants to tell her that she can take as much as she wants, it’s all hers anyways, but he doesn’t know how, so he settles for giving her what she’s asked of him.
“it feels…wrong, i guess, to celebrate it,” he sighs, tries to quell the storm in his chest, in his head (doesn’t succeed). “it feels like i’m celebrating their deaths.”
she’s silent for a moment, like she’s thinking it all through, weighing the merits of what he’s said, and he can’t quite express how grateful he is that she gives him this - her respect, her thoughtfulness, her whole self, each and every time.
“i get it,” she finally says. “but you can’t live the rest of your life avoiding your birthday. i think you’ve already missed too many in your parents’ books.”
he knows she’s right, thinks about his years with the dursleys, about how he didn’t even know his birthday until he was five and a teacher at primary told him. he nods his head.
“but-,” he starts.
“just not this one,” she finishes. “yeah, i get it.”
the next time they’re at the burrow, ginny casually mentions that she’s actually surprised harry with a weekend trip for his birthday, seeing as he never takes time off otherwise, and if the family would like, they could do a joint cake at ginny’s birthday dinner.
***
she actually does surprise him with a trip, something that he wasn’t expecting, but she suggests they bring teddy along and harry reckons the kid’s due for a holiday. she doesn’t tell him where they’re going to start, just piles the three of them in harry’s car and tells him to drive (she’s yet to pass her driver’s test, but ginny’s one of the few people who genuinely enjoys the tube so she’s not in any rush).
it’s when they’re less than halfway there that harry realizes she has them set out for shell cottage.
“really? you thought bringing me to your brother’s place would be a nice birthday surprise?”
“first of all, you said yourself we aren’t celebrating your birthday, and, second, bill and fleur aren’t home. they’re in france, so i asked if we could borrow the place for the weekend and they said yes.”
“fair enough.”
***
teddy’s antsy for the water as soon as he sees it, so they only go as far as throwing their stuff in the sitting room before taking him down to the shoreline. he splashes happily through the calm water, and his clothes are soaked to the brim, but his laughter fills the air, so harry lets it be.
“harry!” the five year-old shouts, holding up a distinctly purple piece of coral. “look! pretty!”
“you wanna take it with you?”
“YES!” he screams, eyes wide with glee, and harry can’t help the rush of love for his godson. he exaggerates tucking the coral into his pocket when teddy hands it to him, just to affirm ted’s desire to keep it safe. when he turns around, ginny’s smiling at them from her place on a rock, jeans pushed up to her knees, feet in the water and red hair blowing in the wind, and harry finally feels peace settle into his heart.
***
the rest of the day passes rather quietly. when they finally make it in from the beach, the day catches up with teddy, leaving him exhausted and irate, so harry gives him a quick bath and settles the boy in for a small nap. when he gets back down, ginny’s changed and sits on a bar stool in the kitchen, picking at the last of the snack plate harry had made earlier in lieu of a proper lunch.
“hungry?” harry asks and, at her nod of affirmation, starts looking through the fridge to figure out what dinner can be. they sit in an easy silence for a bit, harry washing and cutting vegetables and ginny watching. over the years, he’s learned she likes to watch him cook, and though the reason for it doesn’t make too much sense to him, he likes having her there, so he’s never questioned it much.
“thank you for this,” he finally says.
“for what?”
“bringing us here. i’ve been in my head about it all too much, i think. the whole twenty-two thing. it’s nice to not have to think about it for a bit.”
she studies him for a minute, like she’s trying to look right at the core of him, so he puts down the knife he’s been using to chop the vegetables and gives her all of himself.
“you never have to thank me,” she says after a minute.
“i know.”
***
teddy “helps” harry clean up after dinner that night, which really just means that ted sits on the counter next to the kitchen sink and rattles on about something or the other while harry does the dishes. every now and then, harry blows some soap bubbles on the boy and basks in the glow of the laughter it brings out of him.
an hour later (and well past his bedtime), harry finally manages to get teddy to stay beneath the sheets, but it’s only when ginny reads him babbity rabbity twice and swears on her life that they’ll go back down to the water tomorrow that teddy settles in for the night.
“harry!” he whispers as harry’s switching off the light.
“yeah, mate,” harry stage-whispers back, his eyebrows raised for ginny’s amusement.
“happy birthday!” teddy murmurs tiredly.
“that’s tomorrow, mate.”
“still,” the boy whines.
“thanks, ted,” harry responds, gentle smile on his face.
when they finally make it into their room, harry places a quick silencing charm on the door. at ginny’s raised brow, he says, rather simply:
“for good measure.”
ginny snorts.
they’re silent as they get ready for bed, and harry lets himself sink deep into the warmth of it. they don’t get this too often, the pair of them; ginny’s spot in the harpies takes her across the world and, when harry’s not in some obscure town somewhere tracking some homicidal maniac or the other, kingsley has him on diplomatic missions across the continent. it grates at harry sometimes, how little he gets to be with his girlfriend, but ginny has games to play and championships to win and harry has people to catch and (every now and then) laws to change, and neither has any desire to stop anytime soon so they live with it. in his opinion, they’re pretty good at it. they know their limits. they carve time out for each other, always. harry makes it to all the big games, the ones she’s nervous about. ginny makes it to every stupid ceremony and the endless galas that make harry want to claw his eyes out. she keeps him going; he keeps her sane, and the rest they take as it comes, together. always together.
“harry,” her voice, light as the sun, breaks him out of his reverie. “where’d you go?”
“sorry,” he whispers back. “just in my head a bit.”
“that’s okay. it’s a nice head.”
“it’s a nice head?” he grins at her, knowing she’s caught. ginny rolls her eyes, but there’s a smile on her face, and when she’s done feigning her annoyance, she pulls him in for a kiss. it’s calm and confident and everything that is ginny and when they fuck, they look into each other’s eyes the entire time, and he’s reminded, with each thrust, of just how much he loves her.
***
when he wakes up, the room’s dark, the spot next to him is empty, and he can hear voices coming from below. his heart clenches for a minute, a piece of the war he’ll never be able to let go of, but it eases when he sees ginny’s wand, still on the table, still next to his.
he gets out of bed silently (mentally thanking his auror training) and makes the short walk down the hallway towards the stairs when he sees teddy’s door open too. before he has the chance to panic this time, though, he hears the boy’s laugh followed by ginny’s own giggle. there’s a smile on his face now that he knows ginny would tease him about if she could see it, but he honestly can’t help it. not when he’s in this house, full of a warmth that he’s finally, blessedly, allowed to be a part of. he spots them in the kitchen, but from their angle, he knows they can’t see him. ginny’s leaning against the counter, mixing something in a rather large bowl, while teddy’s sitting on the counter next to her, weirdly, waving a strawberry in the air.
“we gotta put it in!” he whispers, in the way five year-olds do, which isn’t much of a whisper at all. “harry loves strawberries!”
“strawberries in a birthday cake? i’m afraid you may be a genius, ted,” ginny announces in a quiet voice, while harry’s eyes fill with unshed tears. he stays glued to the spot for a bit longer, knowing somewhere in the back of his mind that he’s ruining their surprise, but not being able to turn away from his family. eventually though, he does. he climbs, silently, back up the stairs and slips back into his and ginny’s bed. when he falls back asleep, it’s with the ghost of a smile on his face and a feeling he doesn’t think he’s known until this moment.
***
he’s woken up in the morning by teddy trying to pull his arm off.
“wha-”
“come on,” the boy whines. “it’s breakfast!”
at that, harry wakes up instantly, feeling the guilt wash over him at the idea of leaving teddy without food. it’s only then that he smells the coffee in the air and realizes that ginny isn’t next to him. he breathes just then, quickly realizing that teddy isn’t hungry; he just wants harry awake.
“sorry, mate,” harry smiles at him guiltily, voice a bit rough with sleep. he lets ted drag him down stairs, the boy practically bouncing the entire way down. when they get to the kitchen, he’s met with ginny - long hair in a knot atop her head, eyes still a little sleep tired - grinning around a piece of toast.
“morning,” she smiles up at him and he gives her a lopsided grin in return.
“ginny, ginny, ginny,” teddy bounces next to her. “we’ve gotta do it now!” he whispers.
“we should probably let him eat first,” ginny whispers back.
“no! we gotta do it now!”
“alright, alright,” she responds. “harry,” she gestures to a seat, which harry takes, brows furrowed though he thinks he knows what’s coming. sure enough, ginny and teddy disappear for a few seconds, then come back with a slightly lopsided cake adorned in strawberries, a single candle lit in the middle. he beams the minute he sees them, which turns into an all out laugh the minute teddy starts up his rendition of ‘happy birthday’ which usually involves a lot of lyrics that never stay the same and none of them ever know. when ted’s done, ginny tells him to make a wish and harry asks teddy for help blowing out the candle.
they skip actual breakfast, choosing to tuck into the cake first. it’s sickly sweet and makes teddy smile from ear to ear, frosting covering his cheeks.
“like it, mate,” harry bemusedly asks. all teddy manages is a quick nod between bites, and harry knows he’ll regret letting the kid have two slices later on. but that’s later and this is right now and right now, he’s sat at a table with the two people he loves most in the world, eating a cake they made for him. right now, he’s celebrating - in his own, admittedly, small way - a birthday his parents’ never got to. right now, he’s doing everything they wanted for themselves and him. right now (and everyday after), he’s their son, the same as he’s always been, keeping them alive with every breath he breathes, every birthday he celebrates. right now, he’s sat with the woman he loves, laughing as he watches his godson attempt to fit an entire strawberry in his mouth, so completely and ridiculously happy.
happy birthday, ginny mouths from over teddy’s head. harry smiles easily at her, love shining through his eyes, lighter than he’s ever been.
#hinny#hinny fic#happy 41st harry! you deserve nothing less than all the love in the world#i realize canon says harry should be a dad at this point so this is definitely not canon-complaint#oops#okay ill shut up now#hope you've all been good <3333#goes without saying but fuck jkr
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