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surftrips · 4 months

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Maybe you could do single dad jj maybank he’s in college and has to do a project with the reader and has to bring the baby with them and they bond and start to hang out a lot then they start to date also maybe she’s a single mom I feel like that would be like a unique thing

thank you so much for this request! i hope you don't mind that i switched it up a bit (and got carried away lol) but reader is the single mom here and her and jj have known each other their whole lives :)

when you know, you know

pairing: jj maybank x reader

summary: y/n needs a babysitter and jj is the only person available.

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"Okay, I understand. Thanks, anyway," you sighed, running your hands through your hair and hanging up the phone. Your babysitter had just canceled on you, and the timing could not have been worse.

You had been planning this night for months. Between your classes, a part-time job, and taking care of your 2-year-old Margo, it was nearly impossible to schedule anything. But you desperately needed a night out and your friend Emma had so kindly offered to set you up on a blind date.

You scrolled through your contacts list, looking for anyone that was sober on a Friday night, a seemingly impossible task. Glancing at the time, you realized that you only had an hour left to find a babysitter and get ready.

As panic set in, you received a text from the P4L groupchat.

JJ: Wtw tonight?

Not now JJ, you thought.

Y/N: Trying to find a babysitter, mine just canceled :/

Kie: Oh no, Y/N!! I'm so sorry :(

Cleo: Sorry babes, I totally wouldd but I already lost count of how many drnks I've had 2nite xxx

JJ: Wait, you guys went out already?

Sarah: JJ, we told you it's a girls night.

JJ: In that case, Y/N, I'll watch Margo!

Absolutely not, was your first thought. JJ Maybank was probably the last person you wanted to take care of your child, he was practically one himself.

Besides, since you had Margo, he was always acting weird around you. Before, you two would hang out all the time, but now he only saw you if there was another person there as a buffer. He hardly visited or called, but you were so preoccupied with raising a baby on your own that you hadn't had a chance to talk to him about it.

In the beginning, people assumed it was his baby you were pregnant with, but you never crossed that line because your friendship meant the world to each other. He was the first person you told when you found out you were going to be a mother, and you remember how excited he was for you. It was hard to believe how distant he had become, and you wondered why he had volunteered himself tonight.

You assessed the situation: you hadn't gone out in nearly two years, and who knew when the next opportunity would be? You sighed, hardly believing the words you were about to type on your phone.

Y/N: Ok. How soon can you be here?

Y/N: You better be sober, JJ.

You turned your phone off before the others could protest, knowing that half of them were drunk anyway.

"Uncle JJ is going to come over and watch you tonight, okay? Mommy is going to be gone for just a few hours," you said to your daughter, picking her up and placing her in your eye line so you could do your makeup.

"Jay Jay?" she repeated.

"Yes, honey," you smiled, trying to reassure her, or yourself. Out of all the pogues, Kiara and Sarah babysat Margo the most. She had probably only met JJ a handful of times and you worried about how well she would do with him alone.

As if he could read your mind, your phone began ringing and you looked over to see his face on your screen.

"JJ, please don't tell me you're canceling too."

"What? Oh, no, it's not that. I was just wondering if you needed me to bring anything for Margo?"

"Oh," you relaxed. "Hmmm, I think we have everything we need here. But thank you for asking, JJ."

"Of course," you could hear him smiling on the other line. "You know, thanks for letting me watch Margo. I've been meaning to visit her more."

"JJ, you know you're weren't my first choice," you teased. "But yeah, of course. Thanks, I owe you."

You hung up the phone, thoughts from earlier creeping back into your mind. You always assumed that the baby scared JJ away, but sometimes you couldn't help but wonder if there was something more going on.

However, now was not the time for you to be thinking about this, considering that you now had 30 minutes left until your date showed up and you had yet to pick out a dress.

"Hmmmm, let's see. Any suggestions, Margo?" you asked your daughter, combing through your closet for something appropriate. You settled on a short black dress with a boat neck, and black knee high boots to go along with it.

"What do we think, sweetie?" you smiled at Margo.

"Pretty!" she clapped her small hands together.

"Why, thank you, baby. Come on, let's go see if Uncle JJ is here yet," you picked her up and checked your phone for any notifications.

Blind Date: Be there in 5! :)

Crap, you thought. Where is JJ?

You shot back a confirmation for your date and looked out the window for any sign of JJ. You weren't sure if he was biking over or he had borrowed the Twinkie, but there was no sign of anyone outside.

Growing anxious, you gathered Margo's favorite toys and books into the living room and tidied up your apartment to pass the time.

Exactly 5 minutes later, the doorbell rang. You smoothed down your dress and checked your hair in the mirror one last time. Putting on your best smile, you went to open the door.

"Hi–" you started. "Oh, it's you."

"Come on, that's what I get for dropping everything and saving your ass?" JJ responded.

"Sorry, weren't you the one with no plans on a Friday?"

"You know, I can just turn around right now-"

"Stop!" you pleaded. "Okay, sorry, I've been anxious about this all day and I just want to get back to Margo as fast as I can."

"Relax, Y/N. I'm here now," he took in your appearance. "You look great, by the way."

The last time he saw you remotely dressed up like this was prom night.

You couldn't help but blush, looking around for Margo to hide your face. "Margo, look who it is!"

"Jay Jay!" she babbled.

"Oh my god, she knows my name!" JJ replied, looking a little perplexed.

"You know what, I'm surprised too considering she's only met you, like, four times," you said.

"Alright, you're no fun," he looked at you as you traded your daughter over to his arms. "Miss Margo and I here are going to have the time of our lives. Aren't we?"

He tickled her, causing her to giggle. She seemed so comfortable in his arms, you wondered why you were ever worried in the first place.

"Thanks again for doing this, I know we haven't talked in a while-" you started.

"So, where's the lucky guy?" he interrupted you.

"Uhh," you looked over at the clock. "He said he would be here by now."

"Late to the first date? That's a red flag, Y/N."

"As if you're not a walking red flag, JJ. What did you get here on? Your bike?"

"Hey! I refurbished that bike all on my own! It takes a lot of skill to do that."

Just then, the doorbell rang. You rushed to open the door, a smile plastered on your face again.

"Hey! You must be Emma's friend! I'm Tom." he greeted you with a hug and a bouquet of flowers. "I'm sorry for being late, I went to get these flowers for you and was distracted by the girl scouts selling cookies outside. I had to support them, you know?"

"Oh, no worries! Yes, how can you say no to them?" you laughed softly. You took the flowers from him and went to place them on the table closest to you, beckoning him to come in.

"Tom, this is one of my friends, JJ. He's babysitting my daughter, Margo, while we're gone," you said.

"Ah! What a pleasure," Tom went over to shake JJ's hand and politely wave at your daughter. "I promise not to keep your mom out too late tonight."

"That's right, need her back before midnight," JJ remarked.

You playfully pushed him in response, grabbing your keys. "Alright, you have my number so please call me if you need anything. Bye Margo, mommy loves you!"

With that, you and Tom headed outside and into his car.

On the drive over to the restaurant, you learned that Tom was a psychologist, he liked to cook, and reality TV shows were his guilty pleasure. At the restaurant, which was a higher-end place near the water, he pulled out your chair for you.

"I hope this place is okay, I wasn't sure what kind of food you liked so I thought somewhere nicer would be safe," he said.

"Oh, this is perfect. Don't even worry about it," you smiled. "I haven't had a proper night out in so long, I wouldn't have minded if you took me to a burger joint."

He laughed, "Margo is adorable, by the way. How old is she?"

"She's 2," you said. Then, feeling the need to clarify, "I had her when I was 20, at the beginning of my junior year in college."

"I see, how was that? How did you manage classes?" You were surprised at his demeanor, half-expecting him to judge you or run in the opposite direction any second now, but his inquisition was genuine.

"Well, I could still go to classes during the first trimester, but it got more difficult after that so I took a leave of absence. I'm taking night classes now because I work in the mornings."

"Oh nice, what degree are you going for?"

"English, I want to be a teacher," you explained.

"My mom was a teacher," he smiled. "What age do you want to teach?"

"Oh no way! I want to teach elementary school kids. Everyone always tells me how hard it will be, but raising Margo... I don't love anything more than that."

"That's really sweet, are you close with your family?"

You paused, trying to figure out how to answer the question. "Depends on who you consider my family, I guess," you laughed awkwardly. "I'm not close with my parents, but my friends? Those are the most important people in my life."

He smiled, "I understand. I'm glad you have a support system, being a single mother can be hard."

"Yeah, I'm super grateful. Actually, my babysitter for tonight canceled last-minute and JJ came to the rescue. I don't know what I would've done without him."

Tom's smile faltered for an unnoticeable second. "How long have you known him for?"

"JJ? My whole life, probably. I can't imagine a time when he wasn't by my side. He was there for me throughout my entire pregnancy, but after..." you trailed off.

"After...?"

"Afterwards," you hesitated, not wanting to bad-mouth your friend. "I guess he started to distance himself more, I think Margo scared him away honestly."

"You think it was Margo and nothing else?"

"What do you mean?"

"I just mean," he sighed. "Do you think there could be any other reason why he would be so supportive of you before and not after you had Margo?"

"I-I'm not sure. I haven't had much time to think about it, I guess."

"You want my opinion?" Tom asked. You searched his face for any sign of spitefulness, but came up empty.

"I saw the way he looked at you and Margo, earlier. That boy is not scared of either of you. In fact, all I saw was love. Did you ever think he’s grappling with those feelings?”

"His feelings? For me?" It was not the first time you thought about it, but it was the first time you heard it verbalized.

"Yes, I know I sound crazy, but seriously, Y/N, what other reason could there be to explain his behavior?"

You racked your brain for all the possible explanations. Tom had a point, if JJ had feelings for you at some point in your friendship, or still does, he might feel the need to distance himself to protect you.

"Why are you telling me all this?"

"I told you, I'm a psychologist. I notice these things," he smiled.

"Is this how all of your first dates go?" you laughed.

"Not all of them, but I’ll admit, a few are like this. But tell me, am I wrong to assume there was something more going on between you two before you got pregnant?"

You sighed, "No, you're not wrong. Our feelings for each other were a truth that neither of us wanted to confront. We were young, we didn't want to be tied down, it was college. But he was always there, by my side, through everything. Of course, I loved him."

"Well, there you go. There's your answer."

Tom dropped you off around midnight. You assured him that there was no need to walk you to your door, you both knew that you needed to have a conversation with JJ.

"Thank you again for tonight, we seriously need to meet up again," you said, before shutting your door.

"Absolutely, I'll give you the address to my office," he joked.

You turned the key into your door as quietly as possible, in case JJ was also asleep with Margo. Inside, the lights were off and you pulled out your phone flashlight to search for him.

You went into Margo's room first, seeing that she was fast asleep in her crib. "Hi baby," you whispered. "Where's Uncle JJ?"

After making sure she was tucked in properly, you turned to go into your bedroom. Sure enough, there was JJ, fast asleep in your bed.

You couldn't help but smile, recalling memories from high school when you two would have sleepovers. Being sure to keep quiet, you changed into your pajamas and got ready for bed.

Trying your best to not wake up JJ, you pulled open the blanket on your side of the bed and slipped in next to him.

"Goodnight, JJ," you whispered.

—

In the morning, you woke up to the smell of pancakes in the kitchen. For a second, you weren't sure you were even in your apartment, remembering that you live alone with Margo and surely, you weren't asleep long enough for her to know her way around the kitchen.

But then you remembered that JJ was babysitting last night and had fallen asleep in your bed before you got home.

After a long stretch, you got up and went into the kitchen.

"There she is, good morning pretty," JJ smiled at you.

"Morning... When did you learn how to cook?" you questioned.

"What do you mean? I've always known how to make pancakes."

"Okay, that is just a straight up lie. In high school you would have chips for breakfast."

JJ put his hand to his chest, taking mock offense. "If you must know, I started teaching myself how to cook last year when I moved off-campus."

"Wow, I must say, I am impressed, Mr. Maybank."

"Please, that's my father. You can call me JJ," he said, causing you both to laugh.

Were his eyes always this blue? You thought, as you admired his features in the morning light.

After a moment, you broke the silence. "Uh- I better go check on Margo. How was she last night, by the way?"

"Oh, amazing. Best kid ever."

"Really? She didn't give you a hard time at all?"

"Nope, must have remembered me from when she was in the womb."

You smiled, turning around to your daughter's room.

Sure enough, Margo was sleeping like the baby she was. You checked the clock, she wouldn't be up for at least another hour.

"Margo's still in one piece?" JJ asked when you reentered the kitchen.

"Yes, somehow,” you mused.

"Good, want to try these pancakes now?"

"Yes, please, I'm starving," you sat down across from JJ.

"Starving? Your date didn't feed you last night?"

"Very funny, if you want to know about my date, you can just ask."

"Okay, how was your date?" he relented.

"He's a psychologist."

"Cool, anything else?" JJ looked slightly confused.

"He was very normal and nice," you added.

“I would hope so.”

“Yes, and he likes to cook too.”

“That’s great, how was the date itself?”

“Oh the date itself…” you trailed off.

"Y/N, why are you acting weird?"

"Weird? Me? I'm just telling you about my date."

"You're talking about him like he's your therapist."

"Well, in a way, it was like a therapy session."

"So the date went bad?"

"No, it was really nice."

JJ looked around the kitchen, "Did I accidentally put something in the pancake batter to make you act like this or...?"

"These are great, by the way," you said, pointing to the pancakes with your fork.

"Thanks, but can we get back to the date?"

"Oh, yeah, well, basically," you started.

"Y/N." JJ was rarely ever serious, but he was starting to look concerned with you.

"Okay, fine. It started off really well, we got to know each other. Then, he was asking about Margo and my family, and I told him about my parents, you know. Then he asked about you, and I told him I've known you forever, but after Margo, you started distancing yourself and we haven't seen or talked to each other in a while, and then-" you rambled.

"Then what?"

"And then, he told me, or rather he made me realize, that maybe we need to address the feelings we may or may not have had for each other before I got pregnant," you finished in a rush.

JJ was silent, you weren't sure if the expression on his face was scared or bemused.

"JJ, please say something."

"Was that all?"

"More or less."

He sighed, "Y/N, I think one of the reasons why our friendship worked so well was because we both knew that at any moment, we could pursue something more, but we didn't. We both knew that doing that would ruin our friendship, something we've had for nearly twenty years. I thought college was going to be four years of partying and distractions, but instead, I had to face reality”

“Distractions?”

“Everyone that wasn’t you was a distraction, in case that wasn’t clear.”

“Uh, no. It wasn't, actually. JJ, you kept telling me you were trying to meet ‘the one!’”

“Well, I was lying! Okay? You were always the one for me. I just didn’t feel like I was the one for you. So I was stupid and I decided we would be better off as friends, but when you got pregnant…”

“When I got pregnant…?”

“When you told me about Margo, I panicked. I knew you were strong enough to do this on your own, but you shouldn’t have had to. I told myself that I was going to be there for you every step of the way, and I was, until you gave birth. I saw Margo for the first time, and I-I’m sorry. I just couldn’t do it.”

“Do what, JJ? You know I never needed you to be her father.”

“I know, I know. I saw her and I couldn’t imagine hurting her. I didn’t want her to know me, because to know me is to be disappointed by me,” he sighed.

“JJ,” you stood up now to wrap your arms around him. “Are you kidding me? I was never, never disappointed by you. I was just worried, babe, that’s all. You stopped talking to me after that.”

JJ allowed himself to fall into your arms. “I’m sorry, it just felt like too much at the time. I loved- love you and Margo so much, that I didn’t know what to do with all of it. So I thought it was best to give you some space, until I was better.”

You chuckled, “Is that why you taught yourself how to cook?”

“Stop, I was actually starving and had no choice.”

“And are you better now?”

“When I heard you were going on a date, do you want to know what I thought?”

“What?”

“I thought, I let her go again. I let you go a million times in college, and here I am, letting you go again.”

When you didn’t say anything, he continued, “You’re the one for me, Y/N. I came over here tonight to show you that. I’m ready for whatever this is going to be, whatever this friendship evolves into. I spent too much time denying the truth, and I think you have too.”

There were not enough words to describe how you were feeling, so you leaned in to kiss your best friend. JJ held your face with such gentleness, you wondered if this was all in your imagination.

Eventually, you pulled away. “I’m done lying, to myself and to each other. This is real, yes?” you asked.

“Yes, I love you, really.”

“I love you too, Maybank.”

You leaned in for a second time, but not before you heard the familiar cries of Margo in the other room.

“Don’t worry, I got it,” he smiled with that boyish grin of his that you loved so much. That you have always loved.

#jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj x reader #jj maybank imagine #obx #outer banks #obx x reader #obx imagine #rudy pankow #rudy pankow x reader #jj maybank x you

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tubbytarchia · 3 months

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To all the nosy neighbour enjoyers, thank you for being that. Anyway here's my propaganda!! Just some of my favorite moments tee hee

Sorry if my BigB looks weird (I tried really hard :( ) I'll pretend that that's intentional given my rabbit hybrid BigB thoughts under cut:

I made a little post about this before but basically BigB has such rabbit behavior:

1. Cannot help but keep burying himself underground like it's his natural habitat (seriously he comes back on ground to build a house on a mountain and then immediately makes an elaborate underground hideout again. Or how he built backrooms in SL and kept retreating there. Or how he was literally underground when he ran into Pearl, for Pearl to inform him that it was night time and BigB immediately wanting to retreat back underground. Or how he was underground for almost the entire "red winter is coming" session. Or)

2. Often fidgety around others

3. Constantly cautious but doesn't let nervousness show if there is any

4. More prone to keeping distance and watching rather than engaging

Idk he is extremely prey animal behavior (positive, affectionate) and I can never see him as anything but a rabbit now. I considered giving him rabbit legs too but then I was like nah. Because I think him having weird rabbit posture in a mostly human body contributes some inherent awkwardness and a bit of uncannines (fitting with his gaslighting tendencies). After all he's kind of out of his element above ground (or that's how he acts!) and that's when people are going to be seeing him. But just you wait till he stands tall for a change to tell someone off (like Cleo in SL or Scott in LimL). And with such posture, he inadvertently makes himself look smaller, which certainly would help him weasel his way out of undesired situations like he often does, eg by talking people into pitying him to save himself from dying. I'd also like to imagine him to be smart enough to manipulate his rabbit ears to not betray how he's feeling or to make others think he's feeling a certain way, unless he feels particularly threatened or something. That's maybe half the appeal of animal ears to me, that they can be an added tool for emoting, but a hybrid moving them in deliberate ways is a fun concept!

Oh and he has caving boots!!

I do kind of seethingly hate how he looks with his ears drawn back but I did the best I could. I really hate having human ears in addition to animal ears personally, but if I put his ears any further up where they'd look cuter (Pearl's antennae for comparision) it'll look really weird. Aghh whatever he's supposed to be awkward so whatever please ignore it Im going to cry

Also if you think the old design is cuter, it's almost certainly because of the lesser facial hair lol trust me!! And I changed the curly hair to be a bit less curly in likeness to Lee from Walking Dead because I did not realize that BigB's skin is basically that and I couldn't help myself. I was overall really unhappy with my old BigB design so yay for redesign. I swear its not just animal features that make things interesting for me...... maybe somewhat....

#thank you guys for voting big/pearl over big/grian I actually didnt think itd happen (Grian curse) (I LOVE Grian and the secret soulmates!!)#bigb #bigb fanart #pearlescentmoon #nosy neighbors #limited life fanart #not drawn with shipping in mind view as you wish #also I hope to god no one interprets the “He's mine” thing as yandere Pearl please do not do that thats not what that is #she's just protective. it's her first real friend since double life cut her some slack #trafficblr #tubby art

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russetfoxfur · 5 months

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mcyt is NOT beating the criminal allegations

- mumbo did season eight which. ah. produced the wonderful quote: "My parents are still alive... but that can be changed."

- cub eats people

- bad is a cannibal. this is different from eating people, according to my irl. do i want to know

- fit was on 2b2t

- wilbur blew up a country and killed a buncha people

- phil blew up that country too (apparently)

- scar. ah. scar did monopoly mountain and things went downhill from there

- dont even get me started on gem. she started the whole secret life apocalypse. she killed etho at least sixteen times. she is on tumblr which means tango is scared of her AS HE SHOULD BE

- sausage had that whole esmp s1 evil thing. classifying this as sausage because i watched an episode of gem's where he appeared and nothing else and don't actually watch esmp except through osmosis

- didnt joe hills kill a bunch of dogs in s7

- etho ALSO kills people but BADLY (scar boogie kill)

- dream

- *eyeing zedaph's chamber suspiciously* this violates AT LEAST one scientific law or something

- grian. grian my beloved. why are you like this

- jaiden decimated the environment of teyvat

- see lizzie is like her husband. unhinged. shes just bad at surviving so no one gets to see it

- jimmy is like lizzie but more popular for it

- tango is a war criminal but he also makes funny sounds while he commits crimes so i think that negates the whole crimes thing

- while we're at it. all the lifers are criminals EXCEPT SKIZZ EXCEPT SKIZZ EXCEPT SKIZZ

- xisuma boils chicken and eats kiwi skin. worst offense on this list by far

- gem gets a second place on this list because why not. she deserves it

- bdubs bites ankles. probably

- martyn brought the watchers to the life smp which is bad in and of itself. also the Assigned Criminal At Life Series thing

- cherrifire gets an honorary spot on this list mostly because she SHOULD be able to bite ankles. due to aforementioned martyn

anyways please tag w other crimes our blorbos have commited. cheers <3

EDIT: I will be adding more crimes now

- keralis was a capitalist in s7 who bought. rotten flesh. for 128 diamonds. truly exemplifying a billionaire there. dont worry dont worry. hes not a capitalist anymore....but he was once

- pearl poisons people and then has her dogs bite you. reasonable

- cleo does arson. she also kills people. but she does this a lot so it also negates the crimes

- don't mess with forgelabs

- ren has become a dictator at least twice. likes bloodshed. also treebark counts for all the anguish it causes everyone. also also ACALS (assigned criminal at life series)

ALSO if anyone is going to yell at me for fit being on 2b2t. i do not watch him. he is only here because my mcyt irls go insane about him. like all the time. in fact i don't watch qsmp or dsmp but theyre popular enough i know a bit about them. <3

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mooblooms-and-glares · 1 year

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Alright so to the best of my knowledge, this is the chain of events so far (I've only had time to watch Grian's episode so far so correct me if I'm wrong):

Scar starts up his usual salesman bit

Jimmy offers bamboo as a barter

Scar and Bdubs laugh at him

Jimmy tramples a few of their crops in retaliation of the bullying

Cleo burns down the mansion in retaliation of the trampled crops in retaliation of the bullying

Joel gets boogeyman next episode and decides he wants to kill one of the Clockers in retaliation of the arson in retaliation of the trampled crops in retaliation of the bullying

Bad Boys build a bread bridge to blow up the Clockers for the Boogeyman kill

Clockers burn down the mansion again in retaliation of the murder in retaliation of the arson in retaliation of the trampled crops in retaliation of the bullying

Nosey Neighbors help the Clockers grief the bread bridge in addition to arson 2.0 in retaliation of the murder in retaliation of the original arson in retaliation of the trampled crops in retaliation of the bullying

Bad Boys vow to take over the server with Bread Bridge in retaliation of the griefing in addition to arson 2.0 in retaliation of the murder in retaliation of the original arson in retaliation of the trampled crops in retaliation of the bullying

Or, in short:

Please tell me this feud keeps going I want this meme to be completely incomprehensible by the end of the series

#this is the funniest escalation of events in the history of the life series imo #and one time a horse theft directly led to two people dying via fishing pole #limited life #limlsmp #limited life spoilers #liml spoilers #trafficblr #traffic life series #traffic life spoilers #limlife session 2 #goodtimeswithscar #jimmy solidarity #bdoubleo100 #zombiecleo #smallishbeans #grian #clockers #bad boys #nosey neighbors

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theminecraftbee · 1 year

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Quackity leans back in his velvet chair. Joe watches him shuffle the deck. His fingers are pretty fast, Joe thinks, but for a guy who runs a casino, he’s actually sorta slow at it, doing the sorts of things that look flashy for an observer but aren’t fast enough to keep a consistent flow of games going.

“I’ve gotta say, I’m glad you didn’t want to fight me to the death,” Joe says after a moment. “I would have done it, I mean. I’ve done lotsa death-fighting. UHCs and Vechs and did you know how I met Cleo? But—”

“Nah, man,” Quackity says, laying the cards out on the table. “If we’ve got a chance to talk, why not talk? I’m a lover, not a fighter.”

“Lotta scars for a lover.”

“Well, you know how it is,” Quackity says, gesturing vaguely. “You know how it is.”

“I mean, sure?” Joe says, and his tone must be appropriately confused, because it makes Quackity laugh.

Quackity puts the deck of cards down. “Well, my newest friend, well! Pick your poison.”

“Can I pick something that’s not a poison?”

“If you think you can beat me at cards, sure,” Quackity says magnanimously. “You pick the game, man, it’s the players who decide the poison.”

“Philosophical!” Joe says brightly.

“I try,” Quackity says.

“What would you suggest?” Joe asks.

“I like poker, of course, but blackjack might be easier for a beginner.”

“Well, if I do that I’ll be sure to take hits on sixteen,” Joe says.

“What?”

“The audience at home will get it,” Joe says. Quackity grimaces.

“Don’t talk like that. You’ll remind me of Wilbur. I don’t wanna fucking think about Wilbur, man. Fuck off.”

Joe shrugs. “Maybe we shouldn’t play blackjack.”

“Please.”

They’re both quiet for a moment. Joe plays with his drink. It’s a really nice whiskey; he doesn’t normally get whiskey this nice. It’s on the house, apparently, so he supposes it makes sense; he doesn’t normally visit places that would call themselves “the house”, either.

“It’s almost like we’re in Vegas, so I feel like I should say poker,” Joe says.

“Almost? We’re better,” Quackity says, something almost bitter coloring his tone as he does. Huh.

“Well, it doesn’t snow in Vegas,” Joe says. “I’m pretty sure that’s a desert.”

“And we’re not?”

“It’s snowing.”

Quackity’s quiet for a moment.

“You’re an entertainer, right? That’s what you call yourself, isn’t it? Sometimes, man, you’ve gotta put on a fucking party. A fucking show. Sometimes, you’ve gotta build a desert in a tundra.”

“Or a pinball machine in an ocean,” Joe says sagely.

“What?” Quackity says.

“Well, it’s the only place I was going to have enough space,” Joe says.

“You’re a fucking lunatic. No wonder you managed to beat Wilbur. Sure,” Quackity says.

Joe pauses to think about that one. “I don’t know if that’s a compliment,” he says, finally.

“It’s not,” Quackity says.

“Oh. Uh. Ouch, I guess…?”

Quackity throws his head back and cackles. “Pick a game, man.”

“How do you feel about gin rummy?” Joe says after a moment.

“In a casino?” Quackity says.

“You said we could pick. We’re in the back. And, uh, gotta say, not normally much of a—casinos aren’t my thing.”

Quackity shakes his head. “Yeah, sure, why not then. Let’s play some fucking gin rummy!”

And he deals a hand.

#joe hills #quackity #mcytblr sexyman #a bee fic #joehillssweep #me suddenly sitting bolt upright and going ‘I CAN WRITE ANOTHER ONE OF MY WEIRD CARD METAPHORS’#anyway here you go

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leoities · 5 months

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My favorite secret life quotes so far

Gem

“ I consider you a friend, I heard it’s not reciprocated” “ it’s not”

“ context . IM MISSING CONTEXT”

Joel

“ let me just pound ‘er”

“ what are you saying etho?”

Lizzie

“ are you a horse girl mumbo!”

“ Inside the camel ?”

“ it’s so serious right now”

“ I thought the safest thing would be invisible watching my husband. But I guess not “

“you weren’t even the first person who did it, that’s what crazy “

Jimmy

“ I wanna hear about your hole”

“ please fall in my hole”

“ I’m gojng to go brag to Joel that I killed his wife- JOEL IM SO SORRY”

His hyperventilating when running

Etho

“ I didn’t tell you but this is a foursome”

“ you are incorrect-aha!”

“ we hardly see each other anymore 😭”

“Sheesh I’m late. Judas Priest”

Grian

“Bdubs !! My Beloved!!”

“ IM IN SO MUCH TROUBLE CLEO HELP ME “

Bdubs

“ me I’m dragon-slayer”

And Bdubs- I am Bdubs” “ at the break you fail. That’s half way through.”

“ oh is that bad? That’s bad . I’m sorry”

“ never freaking mind “

“ wait both of you im going to puke”

Cleo

“ bdubs where’s your boyfriend” “ etho is ….”

Pearls screams every time with the book

Add a little b to your p

Impulse

“ did that make you jump?”

#slsmp #traffic smp #pearlescentmoon #secret life #trafficblr #inthelittlewood #slsmp spoilers #geminitay #gemini tay #smallishbeans #jimmy solidarity #ethoslab #grian #impulsesv #zombiecleo #lizzie ldshadowlady #ldshadowlady

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 1 year

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Nothing ever go according to plan | JJ Maybank x Reader

Summary: The plan to get the cross back turn sour and JJ end up putting his life on the line

Word count: 1k

Request: can I request a JJ Maybank fic with numbers 4 and 6 from the obx print list please! thank you sm <3 ‘’Can you stop being so fucking reckless? I’m tired of being scared of losing you.’’ + ‘’Don’t push me away.’’

Can you write the pursuit/accident from episode 5 but instead of Kie on the bike with JJ, it’s reader and they are a couple

Note: That scene had me on the edge of my seat!!

my taglists are here + you can send requests here at any time

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Getting caught stealing the cross into Topper’s truck was not part of the plan, but you had to roll with it. When does anything go according to plan anyway?

You saw a flash of red and blue lights, then heard the siren. Shit.

You quickly got behind JJ on his motorcycle, holding onto him tightly as he revved the engine and took off. A mix of siren wailing and tires screeching filled your ears, making the blood pump faster in your veins and your anxiety increase. Being part of the pursuit was less fun than watching it happen on TV.

‘’J…’’ you warned worriedly, looking over your shoulder and seeing the police car getting closer and closer.

‘’I know, I know,’’ he said, his own nerves translating in his voice.

He slid into the other lane and sped again, trying to catch up with Topper. Once he did, he told him to keep going straight and that he had a plan.

‘’Get ready to jump.’’

‘’What?!’’ you exclaimed, not on board with that plan. You’ve seen Footloose, it looked dangerous. ‘’Have you lost your mind? I’m not leaving you.’’ You clung to him, fingers gripping his shirt.

‘’Get in Top’s truck,’’ JJ repeated with more bite in his words.

Your safety was important to him and he couldn’t have you on his motorcycle if he wanted to continue with his plan.

Reluctantly, you did as told and jumped onto the box holding the cross, Pope’s hand holding yours tight so you wouldn’t fall during the process. He helped you get inside the truck, finally safe.

‘’Are you okay?’’ Sarah asked from the front seat.

You nodded, but everyone’s attention shifted when you heard a screech of tires right behind and saw that JJ had stopped and turned his bike around to distract the cops. Was that his plan? Getting the cops to go after him instead of the truck with the cross?

‘’Holy shit!’’ Cleo said, watching from the back window. ‘’I think he threw something at the cops.’’

The police car turned around and fell right into JJ’s plan. While distracting the cops was a good idea, he just committed a criminal offense.

Sarah turned to Topper. ‘’Topper, turn around!’’

He shook his head stubbornly. He agreed to help her, but he wasn’t going to go to prison for her friends — Pogues. ‘’Absolutely not.’’

‘’We’re not leaving him. He’s gonna get arrested,’’ you said, protecting your boyfriend at your turn.

With some more insisting from Sarah, she finally got Topper to turn around. You and Pope shared a relieved glance. The caution to get JJ out would be very salty and none of you could afford it.

The next minutes were intense. Pope was yelling directions at Topper while you were silently panicking in the backseat. The amount of stress this boy always put you through was crazy.

‘’No way, he's up on the overpass. What is he do—’’

Sarah didn’t get to finish her sentence. Up on the overpass, you saw JJ losing control of the motorcycle and crashing through the barrier and railing and falling down the overpass. The car echoed with gasps, watching the accident unfold.

Topper hit the brakes and you all stumbled out of the truck to check on JJ.

The motorcycle broke into pieces at the impact. There were parts here and there on the road, but no sign of JJ.

‘’JJ…’’ Your eyes were frantically searching for the blond as your hands were beginning to shake. ‘’JJ! Where is he?’’ You searched the surroundings, but he wasn’t there. ‘’JJ!’’ Your voice was desperate and panicked, mixing with the other’s.

‘’Maybe he’s up on the bridge,’’ Pope suggested, staying optimistic.

You crumbled to the ground as tears blurred your vision and a sob escaped your lips, thinking the worst. Cleo watched you with sadness and kept looking for JJ for you. She didn’t want that traumatic scene to be your last memory of him. He had to be alive.

‘’I wish I could say I did this on purpose, but that was the gnarliest powerslide I've ever done,’’ a familiar voice said from behind you.

Everyone whipped their heads around, seeing JJ standing and dusting off his hat.

‘’You’re alive!’’ Pope yelled, tackling his friend into a hug.

JJ groaned in pain, his whole body aching from the fall. ‘’Yeah, I’m surprised too.’’

Everyone went and hugged him, sharing a few words. Everyone except you. You were still on the ground among the debris, tears running down your face. He was there before your eyes, alive and well, but your state of shock held you frozen.

Noticing you were still on the ground, Sarah helped you up and called JJ, tearing his attention away from his conversation with Pope and Cleo.

Guilt filled his guts when he saw you and he freed himself from his friends to come over. ‘’I’m gonna go check on my girl.’’

If this would’ve been a movie, it would’ve been a perfect moment to put in slow-motion, but your life, although chaotic and implausible sometimes, was not a Hollywood production.

Another tear fell when you felt JJ’s embrace enveloping you. This time, it was a tear of relief. ‘’You’re okay,’’ you stated, your voice muffled by his chest.

‘’A little sore, but—’’

You pulled back and hit his chest sharply. ‘’Can you stop being so fucking reckless? I’m tired of being scared of losing you.’’

He hissed, but accepted the hit. He deserved it. From your perspective, the accident must not have been easy to watch. If he had been more careful, he would not have lost control of the motorcycle and fallen off the overpass.

JJ gently wiped your tears from your face, looking at you with soft guilty eyes. ‘’I’m sorry. I just wanted to help, I didn’t think my plan would turn to shit.’’ He tried to hug you again, but you didn’t let him. JJ sighed. ‘’Don’t do that. Don’t push me away.’’ He went again, but this time you wrapped your arms around his neck, pushing away the part of you that was mad at him.

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#jj maybank #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank outer banks #jj maybank fanfic #jj outer banks #outer banks #outer banks fic #outer banks imagine #rudy pankow

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softspiderling · 30 days

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You rarely had a night by yourselves most days.

Majority of them, you were either hanging out with Rafe, yours or his place, didn’t really make a difference, or you were out with your friends.

This Saturday night, you were by yourself, a rare occasion.

Rafe and Sarah were in Charleston with their family for some charity that Rose was a part of. When Rafe first invited you to come, you declined, saying you’d rather stay home and hang with your friends or something (he was huffing and puffing about it for hours afterwards, until you made it up to him). When the weekend came around, you realized that all of your friends seemed to be busy: Cleo and Pope were driving out to fish with his parents and made a whole weekend out of it, John B and JJ went to Hatteras island for some surfing competition and Kie had to help her parents at the Wreck because they were hosting an event.

John B and JJ had invited you to tag along, but you a: you weren’t a good enough of a surfer to participate in the competition and b: you didn’t want to sit at the beach by yourself while the boys were in the water. You had half a mind to take up Rafe for the invitation to the charity but it was extremely last minute and you didn’t have anything to wear so you scratched that idea and came to terms with spending your Saturday night by yourself.

Since the event at the Wreck didn’t start until 7, you spent the day hanging out there with Kie, snacking on some fries, drinking your weight in iced tea and texting Rafe until you had to leave to let Kie prep for the event.

you: i’m actually so bored, i’m starting to regret not coming with you 😞

rafe❤️: told you to come, didn’t i?

rafe❤️: shows that you should always listen to me.

you: pfff, please, that is not the moral of the story.

you: maybe i’ll just go to a party 🤪

rafe❤️: funny.

You tossed your phone on the couch and ran your hand through your air, sighing in frustration. As you reached for your phone again for mindless scrolling, your eye caught onto your nails, and you paused. You hadn’t done your nails in a while, mostly because you were so busy. But now would be the perfect opportunity. So you got all your nail polishes and tools out of your closet and started on prep.

About four hours later you still weren’t done. You spent the first hour on looking for inspiration on Pinterest and then the next half hour booting up Netflix so you had something to watch while you were doing your nails. Your iced coke was chilling on the table, the UV lamp curing the last layer of polish on your right hand before you could finish with top coat. Your phone was long dead, but you were too lazy to get up from the table to plug it in, your back killing you from sitting hunched over your table for so long. Yawning, you put on the top coat on your last nail before sticking your hand under the lamp, ready to fall go to bed right after you were done. Now you remembered why you hadn’t done your nails for a while. After you were finished, you packed all the things away, plugged your phone into the charger and passed out in bed.

You woke up with a start, disoriented for a second. It felt like you’d been asleep for barely an hour, but you were unsure what woke you from the slumber, when the door bell rang again.

“What the hell,” you muttered to yourself, throwing a sweater over before you padded downstairs, hearing that the person at the door has begun to knock excessively.

“Jesus Christ, I’ll be right there!” you called, hurrying down the stairs. You glanced through the window, trying to see what psycho was ringing on your doorbell in the middle of the night, just to see Rafe standing in front of the door, clearly upset.

You opened the door, barely getting a word in before he rushed inside, grabbing your arms.

“Rafe, what the hell are you doing here?”

“Where the hell have you been?” he asked hotly, staring at you before looking you up and down. “Who have you been with? Why the fuck didn’t you text me back?”

You were starting to get anxious from his behavior and you cupped his face. “Rafe, stop. Breathe. What happened?”

Rafe took a deep breath, shutting his eyes for a second.

“You haven’t replied to a text since like before eight, and your last message was about going to a party. I thought something had happened,” he gritted out. “No one was able to reach you and my calls weren’t getting through to you.”

You exhaled deeply. “God, I thought something happened to Sarah. I’m fine, babe. I was doing my nails and my phone died,” you explained, lifting your hand to show off your nails. Rafe looked at him, his eyes narrowed.

“Pretty,” he grunted, before wrapping his arms around you. “Never do that again.”

As you hugged him, you could feel the tension bleed out from his limbs and you couldn’t help but smile into his shirt.

“You’re crazy, Rafe. As if I would ever go to a party by myself,” you huffed, pulling away to look up at him. “How did you even get here so fast? I thought you guys were supposed to spend the night in Charleston.”

Rafe clenched his jaw. “I took the boat. Ward is super pissed off because I left them stranded.”

You bit back a laugh, only shaking your head at your boyfriend.

“You’re such a worrier, I was asleep.”

“Yeah, well, how the fuck was I supposed to know that?” he muttered, pulling you back into his arms.

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author's note: quick lil drabble bc i thought of how unreachable i am when doing my nails

#rafe cameron x reader #rafe x reader #rafe cameron #obx #outer banks #drew starkey

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riacte · 2 months

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i spotted you fighting valiantly against rude people in false’s comments thank u soldier 🫡

i honestly think a good chunk of it is sexism tbh. as much as i hate to say it i feel like if any of these commenters favs were playing the sopping wet cat role they would have been giggling along but since false did it they’re trying to take it as an excuse to say she didn’t deserve to win

Everyone please leave nice comments on False's episode, it can be short or just some hearts, anything, anything to drown out the haters.

I made a nice regular complimentary comment but I don't think it shows up 😔 maybe it's because I used too many emojis?? Like I don't understand why it won't show

"This was such a delightful episode, and I think it may become one of my fav episodes so far. I've been rooting for False from the very start and I am ECSTATIC to see it come true, especially at the hands of her ally <3 False totally deserves the win because she's been so careful and alert. I watched Ren's stream and I was giggling seeing False's pov bc she's just sniping Iskall with a flame bow 😭 the tension between False and Cleo was also great. Ren and False's friendship is sweet as always 💙💙💙 and awwwww she changed the sign at her door 🥺🥺🥺

Congrats False!! That hat looks really good on her. Wonder what the prize is 👀"

Like why is it not showing... did I go overboard with my hearts. But I will not apologise for my emoji usage 😭😭😭

Also I think you're right. It's not always misogyny but it usually is. It's okay to be upset that your hermit didn't win but do the bitching in private, and God forbid ANOTHER A HERMIT'S COMMENT SECTION. It's not False's fault the other reapers didn't target her as much. It's not her fault she has to go to a meeting and God forbid, eat.

She did everything she could. She showed her play time. She clarified the joke. She clarified why she didn't chime in with the Beef-Iskall-Ren plot bc they had their own thing going on. She's done nothing wrong except live??? Her reputation precedes her?? Also, not her fault that the reapers who live next to her don't want to trap her. Heck, they even convinced Iskall to backstab Bdubs.

Besides, it's just a game and we don't know the prize yet. False was wayyyy more excited for the hat though 😭

Seeing those salty comments... boo HOO cry me a fucking river. Being careful is a valid strategy. Sorry your favourite guy hermit didn't win or what fucking ever lmfao.

#ask box #answered #ive been so salty about lots of things lately...#hermitcraft

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alimaybankkk · 1 year

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𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲

summary: jj’s super clingy, making u very nervous. but when he pulls a stunt while surfing, everything goes downhill.

warnings: mega incredible sobbing blade licking angst. hints to smut. hints to sex. suggestiveness. so sad. actually so sad so sad sobbing angst most angstiest angst i’ve ever angsted

pairing: clingy asf jj maybank x sorta clingy reader

“wake up, baby,” i hear. the tickle of my boy’s hair rubs against my arm, making me squirm ever so slightly. “come on.”

i shake my head and lean my head into his neck, leaving a kiss. “there’s no point in waking up early. go back to sleep.”

“no, yes, i mean…” jj splutters. “yes. there’s a reason to get up. wanna go surfing?”

my eyes open widely, looking into his. he smirks and grabs my hand, pulling me up. once i’m up, he wraps his arms around my waist and stands there.

i cup his face in my hands, wondering what i did to be so lucky to have a boy like him.

“kiss me, please,” he mumbles, tracing circles on my back.

i grin and lean into him, capturing his lips with mine delicately. he melts into the kiss, hands roaming around my waist.

when i finally pull away for air, he tugs me into him for a hug. something about jj’s behavior was unusual. “j?”

“yeah, baby?”

“you okay?”

he hums into my hair, planting a kiss. “just love you so much.”

“you love surfing, too, right?” i ask.

he shrugs. “not more than you.”

“what about a combo of me and surfing?”

he giggles into my hair and i feel him nod. “yes, please.”

“then let me get a damn swimsuit on.”

he chuckles but finally lets go, placing one last small kiss to my lips. i grin at him and push him onto the bed. then i make my way to the dresser and find a bathing suit.

i look back and notice his eyes are trained on me. “j. go get changed.”

“i wanna—”

“please, baby, we need to go soon?”

he looks as if he were about to resist, but instead he groans. “damnit. love you.”

“love you more,” i tell him and watch him disappear out the door.

i pick out a hot pink bathing suit and a mid thigh length crotchet skirt. once i’m dressed, i grab my water bottle and head out of my room.

before i could even make it out, i see jj sitting on the floor. i sigh. “jj, are y’kidding me?”

he hums and stands, picking me up and carrying me bridal style. “let’s go!”

“jj, put me down. right now. not joking.”

he chuckles, bringing me into the living room of the chateau. i squeal as he throws me onto the couch (gently.)

“where is everyone?” i ask.

“d’you think we were going with them?” jj asks.

i can’t help but feel disappointed. sure—i love my boy—but i also kind of wanted to hang out with my friends too.

“yes, to be honest.” i smile. he shrugs.

“yeah, they’re coming. i just don’t know where they are.”

i nod and he sits down next to me, hand on my thigh. he grins. “in the meantime…”

i send him a smirk as his hands trail upwards and he leans in for a kiss. he starts leaving kisses going down my neck, causing me to moan until—

“eww,” john b shields his eyes from his vision.

i look up to see john b, sarah, kie, pope, and cleo all staring at us. i cover my face with my hands in embarrassment.

“no way they were trying to fuck on jb’ s couch…” kie whispers to sarah who lets a giggle leave her lips at this.

jj rolls his eyes. “what? not like it hasn’t happened before.”

before i could even think, i slap him across the face. “jj!”

he chuckles as the group stands in awe. john b lets out a fake gag and pops screams.

“you gotta clean that, man. john b doesn’t play,” cleo suggests.

“true. clean it when we get home. everyone get your surfboards.”

jj gave me a smirk before helping me up off the couch and taking me outside to grab the surfboards.

as i reached to grab mine, he simply smacked my hand away and nodded. “go get us a seat in the car. i’ve got it, mama.”

i nodded, giving him a kiss on the cheek and making my way to the twinkie.

i fiddled with your fingers impatiently as john b climbed into the car. he leaned over to pope who was sat in the passenger seat and whispered, “they’re obsessed.”

pope didn’t say anything. he only leaned back and looked at me, then nodded.

“fuck you guys…” i mumbled.

kiara giggled as cleo and sarah slid in next to her. “you are obsessed, y’know.”

i shook your head. “i love jj and when he’s clingy, but it’s mostly him.”

“oh, so you’re not clingy?” john b teased.

“i mean.. i am… like i love being close to him, but you know how jj is. he always wants to be with me. if i’m changing, bathing, studying, eating…”

john b turned around, suddenly looking shocked. “wait… do you not like it?”

“i love that he’s like that. but sometimes it makes me worry. we’re not always together. sure, i hate that. but what happens when he’s home alone or hanging out with you guys? i can’t imagine what happens to him.”

john b and pope looked at each other. “he fidgets a lot. a lot like you’re doing.” said pope.

i looked down at my hands, realizing i was picking at my fingers and seperated them.

“he always talks about you,” john b agreed.

kiara simply looked down at her lap, deep in thought. “the dude’s got it bad.”

i frowned. “honestly, so what? does it have to be a bad thing?”

“not when he’s with you, but when he’s without you, he’s a wreck.” pope sighed.

we all stopped talking when jj hopped into the car. everyone cleared their throats and i just stared at jj.

he beamed, seeing me and immediately rushed to touch me.

our friends watched us worriedly as we kissed. i turned to the front as he wrapped his arm around my waist. i felt hopeless.

“john b, didn’t you check the weather before hand?” sarah asked as the rain started pouring on us.

john b looked up at the sky, raindrops on his skin. “well of course i did, sarah cameron. storms are the best waves to surf on!”

i looked up at the dark gray sky as a boom of thunder and lightning added to the atmosphere, causing a pit in my stomach.

looking over at jj nervously, i noticed he was grinning excitedly, gripping his surfboard tighter.

he looked over at me, practically jumping with anticipation. “ready to hit those waves, mama?”

i stepped back. “j, i think we should stay back.”

“no way, bro. look at them! that’s the rush of your lifetime right there, sweetheart.”

i looked at the life in his eyes and i knew. i knew he would surf the waves no matter what i told him. but i still wanted to try. “baby, please. look how dangerous they are.”

he shook his head. “come on, pretty girl. let’s go before they die down.”

“jj, no. i’m not risking getting hurt. do you see them?”

“‘course i see them! they’re beautiful. come on, baby, please.”

the pogues were watching us intently. kiara finally spoke up, “it’s not a big deal. jj surfs waves like these all the time.”

i gave her an incredulous look. “fine. then if jj wants to ride those waves, then he can do it without me.”

“n—no, baby, please come surf with me. ‘t’s what we came here to do!” he begged.

i ripped my hands out of his hood and walked back toward the twinkie, shaking my head. “no way i’m going to get hurt.”

sarah sighed and looked at our friends apologetically. “me… me too. those look dangerous.”

kie rolled her eyes. “come on, guys. p4l? what happened to that?”

i shrugged. “there was never a rule about having to surf deadly tides.”

sarah agreed and followed me to the twinkie.

for the twenty minutes, i’d been watching our friends nervously. cleo and pope had backed out at the last minute and climbed into the twinkie with us, flinching at every lightning strike.

i had to admit, i felt pretty shaken up by the storm, too, but i was more concerned about jj. i watched as he tiptoed on the surfboard and held my breath.

“what the hell is wrong with him?” sarah asked. “he’s going to kill himself.”

“stop, shut up, sarah,” i couldn’t help but say. she frowned and leaned back in her seat.

obviously jj looked hot right now. the wind from the storm blowing in his hair, the curve of his abs as he positioned himself on his surfboard…

i watched as he jumped. a wave came in between him and the surfboard at that exact moment, knocking him into the air and being pulled under a wave.

“holy shit!” pope screamed. i didn’t even think before i sat up and opened the door of the car, running into the pouring rain.

“jj!” i screamed.

he was so far out that i feared i wouldn’t get to him in time. the waves pounded my face over and over again, pulling me down. i fell to my knees at the shore but i stood immediately, jumping over the waves that took my breath.

there was a wave that pulled me under water, but when it happened, i resorted to swimming. he was still so far way. my baby.

“jj!” i sobbed through the saltwater.

i somehow realized john b and kiara were still surfing. they hadn’t noticed jj and i knew surfers get pulled down all the time. i knew it. i was a surfer myself. but jj was surfing storming rides. he was in an area away from john b and kie where the waves pounded harder.

he was still under the water. i lost where he was, but i paddled to where i remembered he was.

once i got there, i coughed the water out of my lungs as i cried, “J!”

“ahh!” i screamed as a wave came down on me.

i was pulled underwater. i felt sand and rocks and seashells make their way under my bathing suit. i kicked and screamed, but i had to remain calm until the wave let me out.

finally, it did.

i saw him. he was floating helplessly on a wave as they were starting to calm down. “jj!”

his board was somehow still attached to his feet. water gushed from his mouth. i forced him onto the surfboard and tried my best to get him onto the shore.

the waves crashed over us, and i let out multiple cries, praying they wouldn’t hurt him.

“jj, please…” i said as i finally made it to the shore. i pulled his surfboard up the beach and tried my best to press down on his chest.

i looked down at his stomach and saw a huge red gash that was now starting to fill with sand. i looked back at his surfboard and saw blood on the surface.

“shit… jj!” i sobbed. he didn’t even wake up. i reached up to his neck and felt for a pulse, but i felt nothing under my fingertips.

“jj, wake the fuck up, now.” i cried.

i didn’t know how to do cpr, but i still tried my best. i blew into his mouth and continued to pump his chest. nothing happened.

tears rolled down my cheeks, staining his face and chest.

suddenly, it felt like everything was in slow-mo when sarah and pope came to help me.

pope slapped him across the face over and over again.

“j…” i sobbed. “jj, please, please wake up.”

more shouting was heard when john b and kiara made their way up the shore.

cleo came with a wash cloth and held it over jj’s cut, wiping a little bit of blood. “shit, man.”

“jj, please wake up… i love you so much.” i cried. i leaned down and kissed him on the lips.

“what the fuck happened?” john b asked, trying to shake jj awake.

“cough it up, j, please!” i sobbed. “i wish you didn’t do all this damn weed.”

“shit!” kiara screamed as she started pacing. “how… how do i help?”

“JJ WAKE UP!” i screamed. i let my voice drop to a whisper. “please baby.”

“these damn sensitive lungs,” cleo joked, but her smile was weak.

“kie, call an ambulance, hurry!” sarah cried.

“ambulance, okay. i can do that,” kie replied, pulling out her phone. “yup. i can call an ambulance.”

“we’re on the damn beach, sarah, how i’ll an ambulance get down here?” pope yelled.

“um… okay…. ask for life flight,” john b yelled. “hurry!”

“jj! please, please, jj…” i sobbed. pressing down on his chest, i cursed over and over again.

“hi… hi, yes, my name’s kie… um. i need a life flight immediately to the beach. uh, yeah track the location. there’s been a major surfing accident and you need to hurry because he’s dying and i don’t know if he’s dead already or not!”

“j, please…”

“come on, rude boy, pull through, you got it!” cleo yelled.

“jj, please hang on, okay?” i whispered in his ear, hoping he could hear me.

i held his hand and listened to the heartbeat monitor. it was beeping slowly. they were lines that were very close to straight lines.

“my baby. you’re gonna be okay, j,” i whispered.

kie put her hand on my shoulder. “the doctor’s coming.”

“okay.”

i didn’t move, though. she smiled. “he’s going to make it.”

happy tears rushed down my face. i looked around at my friends and we all immediately rushed to each other. we all were crying. i hugged everyone individually before returning to the chair i was sitting on.

“but there are a few problems,” the doctor clarified, tapping her clipboard. “he has a concussion and a broken wrist. he has to get surgery and stitches on his stomach.”

my heart clenched. my poor baby. i leaned down and kissed his forehead. “i’ll sign paperwork for everything.”

“you are going to sign paperwork?” the doctor asked. “i’m afraid only legal guardians may sign any paperwork.”

i looked at my friends solemnly. “ma’am i’m afraid his father won’t be able to sign it.”

“then his mother?”

“his mother is gone, miss.” i bit my lip.

“oh. well i don’t know what to say. why can’t his father sign it for him?” she asked.

tears rushed to my eyes. “his father wouldn’t want to sign anything that makes sure his son id healthy and safe. he’d probably just scold him and hurt him for pulling a stunt like that.”

the doctor pursed her lips. “i see.”

“so can i sign the paperwork?” i begged.

“i suppose so.”

i stayed up all night to make sure jj was okay. he slept pretty well. he hasn’t woken up last night, but the doctor said he would wake up in the morning.

i reached over to brush his hair out of his face. i traced circles and patterns on his cheek, peppered kisses on his bare skin, but he still slept soundly. i frowned and rolled over, going to let myself close my eyes for a little bit.

twenty minutes later, i felt an arm snake around my waist. as i was pulled closer to my boy, i turned over and grinned happily.

i was bent with the most beautiful eyes ever, grinning back at me. i immediately kissed him passionately, drowning myself in his lips. when i finally pulled away, i brushed the hair out of his eyes. “jj, oh my gosh.”

“hey, pretty girl,” he grinned. he kissed my cheek and i tightened my arms around his neck.

“i am so mad at you right now, you have no clue.”

“why?” jj asked.

“you know why…”

“i do…”

he smirked. “perhaps i should make up for it?”

“perhaps you should.”

a/n: sobbing banging my head off the wall

i was gonna make it so jj died but i decided not to.

this is so sad tbh

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nightmare-dreamt · 11 months

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Headcanons for Monster high main ghouls + Deuce and Clawd when the first "I love you" is said please :)

Also love your work <3

Monster High Headcanons: First I Love You

Draculaura:

You said it first… kinda? You told her on her birthday, which also happened to be Valentine's day... the day of love

It was a typical romance moment with a whole event planned out just for your guys moment, except when she made it to you, a soft 'I Love You' escaped her lips causing a frown on your face to form.

Immediate worry was on her face when seeing your reaction, but you explained that you were planning to say that to her. In the end, the moment was 9/10 and neither of you are ever going to forget about it.

Frankie Stein:

They said it first, but it happened before the two of you were together.

It was a normal day for the two of you, just attending your classes when Frankle came over with confused look on their face. You asked them what was wrong, but blushed when hearing the answer.

It seemed that Frankie didn't know what love is and really wanted to know by finding someone to show it to them. You were confused, not really sure of how to explain it, but helped them anyway by going around showing things that made them happy and feeling a strange feeling within them.

On your way back to the dorm, Frankie started to name all of the things that they loved and that gave them that weird feeling. You had a smile on your face, listening softly, but stopped when the following words came out of their mouth.

'I love you, you make me have this weird feeling'

Y/n.exe has stopped working

Clawdeen Wolf:

She said it when confessing after you spent months trying to get her brother to notice you.

It was well known within your guys friend group about your feelings for Clawd, but he was with Draculaura and the two loved each other greatly. You tried to hide your feelings, but the more you did, the more it hurt. You didn't know who to talked to, thinking that no one would understand the pain your going through, but one girl understood.

"You need to let him go," Clawdeen stated, staring at her brother smiling at the pink haired girl in front of him. Y/n signed, "I know, but it's just hard watching someone you love go off and love someone else."

"I understand how you feel," Clawdeen whispered. Y/n turned with a confused look, "You do? Who do you love, Clawdeen?"

"You."

Cleo De Nile:

You said it after another one of her breakups with Deuce, sadly this one seemed permanent as the two refused to speak with each other and began moving on.

Cleo was in your dorm room crying her eyes out, upset with the breakup needing the comfort of her friend. Unknown to her, you felt pain every time seeing her upset like this knowing you could treat her better then whatever she had with the Gorgon.

"You should stop crying Cleo, your makeup will get ruined," Y/n exclaimed, wiping the tears away off of her face. Cleo sniffled, "Who cares, Deuce and I are over. There isn't a point in dressing up anymore."

"You can't just change yourself because of someone, there are many other people out there who love you and will care for you more than he ever could," Y/n stated. Cleo looked up, "Who?"

"Me."

Deuce Gorgon:

He said it first and the two of you were on a date together, celebrating your three month anniversary of officially being together.

Everything was beautiful, he arranged a nice candlelight dinner for the two of you were you guys could spend hours together staring into each other's eyes. That was his plan after all, but things took a turn when seeing you looking all dressed up, falling for you all over again.

"Wow," He whispered. Y/n smiled, "Do you like it?"

"I love it… I love you…" Deuce muttered.

Clawd Wolf:

He said it first on accident during one of his games that has been a worry for him and the team.

It was the last quarter with barely any time left on the clock. Clawd was rushing around on the court trying to score one last shot that would get them the lead. Watching their boyfriend play, Y/n stood in the crowd cheering for him, being the loudest in the crowd.

When making the final shot, the buzzer went off causing everyone to go crazy, including your boyfriend who ran around. When reporters talked with him asking what his motivation was, he only had one answer for them.

"That's easy, my partner Y/n," Clawd answered with a smile on his face. "They're the love of my life and they motivate me everyday to keep pushing forward and to keep going."

#x reader #headcanon #request #monster high #Monster high #clawdeen wolf #monster high x reader #draculara #frankie stein #cleo de nile #Clawd Wolf #Deuce Gorgon #deuce gorgon

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❝ 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 | 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒 ❞

pairing: sir lewis hamilton x black fem!reader

summary: it has been a dream to have the perfect family but a nightmare occurs and you question the love you receive.

warnings: angst, mentions of death, descriptions of pain, loads of crying.

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The nursery was filled with so many gifts from the baby shower that you felt tired just at the thought of organising it all.

Looking up at the wall, her name was painted in light pink paint with cursive that you insisted would make you smile. Her cot was filled to the brim with stuffed animals that you guaranteed would last her a lifetime and just at the thought of your little princess entering the world in six months made you rub your belly with happiness, feeling her slightly kick as if to say “Hello.”

Oh you could just remember the exact moment you found out you were pregnant, the look on Lewis’ face was filled with love and adoration. Thanking you for bearing your child, the start of the family the both of you had been dreaming about. The gender reveal was celebrated intimately, the simple slice of the cake revealing the pink sponge cake within, the tears overflowing at the thought of you having a baby girl. The world finding out that you were expecting a picture of the slice of cake with a little onesie next to it, causing a frenzy at the sight of the 8 time world champion and his wife celebrating a new life soon.

The memories were as sweet as can be, Lewis being there every step of the way. He would panic when you weren’t by his side during race weekends but he knew you were in the comfort of your family and friends and that you were loved beyond measure. His love towards you was always growing stronger every day, his excitement for his family had always caused butterflies in his stomach. He hugged you every chance he got, he spoke to your pregnant belly with the softest of voices and your heart swelled up.

You were both more than ready to begin parenthood with each other.

Sitting down on the couch with a few groans, you reached for the remote whilst Lewis was in the kitchen making an afternoon snack. It was a chill afternoon, a few phone calls from your friends here and there but it was spent in the comfort of your home. You carefully placed your braids into a bun and in that moment, you felt a slight cramp around your womb. Taking it as a sign that you were most likely dehydrated, you stood up to get a glass of water.

“Babe, are you okay? D’you need help?” Lewis asked, slowing down his chopping up of fruits to watch you walk into the kitchen. “Yeah I’m good. Just felt a normal pain. Don’t stress.” You reassured him, walking quite slowly as you felt the pain coming back.

You managed to make it to the island when the pain hit you stronger than before causing you to hold onto the marble surface, your legs weakening as you continued to stand. “Y/n, let’s sit you down. I’ll get whatever you need.” Lewis said, coming around his side of the island to help you sit down but you waved him off, barely able to construct a coherent sentence.

“Please.” You managed to let out before groaning loudly, holding onto your swollen belly. He was stressing out, holding onto your hands as he began to guide you towards the couch. One step out, you let out a scream of pain, your legs giving out on you but Lewis was there to catch you. Now carrying you onto the couch, he gathered all the cushions to make you a little comfortable.

“I think I’ll go get the car ready for the hospital.” He said, holding onto your face as tears rolled down in every direction. One hand on your belly and the other on his hand, you cried out in pain. “She’s n-not moving, Lew.” You croaked out, the worst thoughts filling your mind. Was your baby okay? Could she feel the pain that you were experiencing.”

“No, my angel. Don’t say that, please don’t say that. She’s okay, our baby is okay.” Tears filled Lewis’ eyes as he tried to convince himself and you that all was okay. Your eyes were squeezed shut as the pain spread across your lower waist, your hips aching. He looked all over your body for any signs of shaking and once his eyes got to the crotch of your white cotton pants, his heart dropped. Blood slowly spread and he didn’t want to think of that. Nothing could’ve prepared him to experience this. You both have done everything by the book, everything to keep your little princess safe.

Lewis couldn’t think of the worst. Maybe these pants had been this stain for a while but he knows better than anyone that you would know of any stain on any of your clothing. He was panicking, he was stressed. He couldn’t let this happen, not after the both of you had been dreaming of your own family.

He grabbed the nearest car keys and picked you up bridal style once again and carefully rushed you to the large enough car, laying you down onto the backseat as he rushed back inside to get your hospital bag and both of your phones. Everything was a blur, driving off to the nearest hospital, keeping the ac cold so that you could stay awake. Calling your mom to let her know, not wanting her panic but still warned her along with his mom.

Rushed you into emergency. Parked the car. Watched you roll away on a stretcher, barely awake but your hands still held onto your belly. 40 minutes. In that moment, your mother arrived and so did his. Your best friend arrived and so did his. Your younger sister gathering her tears and carried one of your baby’s stuffed animals as a source of comfort. Everyone was waiting in the waiting room, trying to console Lewis but he wanted to be as calm as he could be. For your sake.

Dr Watts, your paediatrician, rounded the corner of the waiting room with a tissue patting her tears as she stuffed it into her scrubs. She had made eye contact with Lewis and right in that moment, he knew.

“Uhm everyone, Y/n unfortunately suffered a miscarriage. We had to extract the baby from her womb, it was internal bleeding from the womb and I will let the father of the baby know of other information.” She sniffled. Dr Watts had been helping you throughout your pregnancy, how excited you were for motherhood and seeing that being taken away from you was heartbreaking.

“Does she know?” Your mom spoke up, rubbing Lewis’s shoulders as his head was in his hands. Shaking her head, the paediatrician spoke up. “Y/n is very close to waking up. Two people can be in the room with her.”

The walk to your hospital room was dreadful, everyone else staying behind to let you and Lewis have this moment together. Your eyelids felt heavy but you still managed to keep them open, your husband holding your hand with drips connected to it. His eyes looked empty, only moving to look at you with a look you couldn’t quite grasp. Watts gathered up the courage to tell you the bad news, your stomach dropping at the moment you heard that she had already let your body.

“I killed my own creation.” You whispered but Lewis heard you and immediately shook his head. “Sweetheat, it is not your fault. Please don’t blame yourself, I’m begging.” He tried to help but he had very little strength in him as well. “She’s gone forever. I caused her to leave. I walked around and ruined everything.” You rasped out.

It was inevitable that you were going to blame yourself. Your bump slowly started falling as you cried to yourself all night. You chased everyone out, keeping your hand encased in Lewis’ as he cried alongside you.

Once discharged from the hospital, you felt suffocated by your thoughts. You hadn’t spoken to anyone, not even the doctor and not even Lewis who was losing his mind over you going non-verbal. He knew you made your late daughter your entire life and to see the light get sucked out of you was heart-wrenching. You reached home and sat in the nursery with him, crying your heart out but still refusing to speak. You slept there for most of the week after, you ate there and one night, you faced Lewis.

“I’m sorry.” You spoke softly as you leaned over to hug him. Without hesitation, he welcomed you into his arms and you felt the love he was giving within your soul. You now knew you were loved beyond words when you were around him. “Don’t be sorry, I’ve got you forever.” He reassured you, kissing your forehead and slightly tightening his hold on you.

saint speaks: omg y’all i cried while writing this, hope y’all enjoyed!

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