#Cole can’t cook for shit

[orion-somethings]

Ok I just had the most random head canon for Cole and I don’t know if some one already said it but Cole would try to cook those dishes you see on Pinterest but it would go really wrong.

Like he would see one and be like “yeah I can do that.” And like 5 minutes later the whole kitchen would be on fire.

After that incident no one allows Cole to be in the kitchen but as a safety measure they added a fire extinguisher just in case if he goes in there and does something stupid.

[punksdoll]

Rhea & Fem!Reader have a match for the title & Rhea has a plan to throw off the Reader's game. Rhea chooses Priest to woo the reader & gain their trust, it works but Priest has develop feelings during this ruse. Rhea's plan is a success & retains the title. The reader is visibly upset & Priest while celebrating with Judgement Day is heartbroken.

~~~𝑷𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔𝒕~~~

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𝑫𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ^owner of gif

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅…𝒔𝒐 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅.

𝒂/𝒏: 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒚. 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒙𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒚…𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒎 𝒊𝒇 𝒊 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒕🥲. 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒊 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒅𝒅𝒅<𝟑𝟑𝟑

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒔, 𝒕𝒔𝒌 𝒕𝒔𝒌 𝒖𝒉𝒏𝒕 𝒖𝒉𝒏𝒕 𝑫𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒂𝒏, 𝒀/𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑹𝒉𝒆𝒂 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒇 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕

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“HOLY SHIT?!” Michael Cole exclaims as everyone watches with shock written all across their faces as they witnessed Damian Priest drag Rhea Ripley out of the ring when she pinned Y/n, ruining her chances at winning.

Rhea looks at him with wide eyes as she shoves him, “What the hell do you think your doing, huh?!” She exclaims to him.

To the audience around them, it was a total shock. They would have never expected Damian Priest, off all the members, to be the one to backstab his own team in the back. Y/n was even shocked herself seeing as Damian was the one to cost her, her match back at Wrestlemania where she lost her title.

To the group? This is exactly what they wanted. This was the plan.

“We need to do something…something that can throw her and everyone else off. Make her believe that she has the upper hand in our rivalry…” Rhea says as she and her team members all huddle up in their locker room.

“What’s cooking in that mind of yours mami?” Dominik asks as he lays his head on her lap, tracing her championship belt.

Rhea trails her eyes to each one of her boys. She starts with Dominik. It’d be such a big shock to everyone in the arena and to y/n as well but what’s hers is her and she does not want to take a step in that route. She trails her eyes off to Finn. It could work but him and y/n never interacted, it’d be too suspicious. Her eyes skipped over JD and landed right on Damian who’s already looking at her.

“You…” Rhea points at Damian with a smirk, “tonight I have a regular match with her, I want you to ruin my chances at winning, enough where she thinks you’re on her side in this rivalry of ours. Gain her trust and make her fall in love with you or something.”

“Any reason why Damian should do it?” JD finds himself asking and immediately shrinks back when Damian gives him a hard stare. “Never mind…”

Damian stares Rhea down and the crowd waits. Waits for something to happen as they have a stare off. Y/n is stuck in her place as she watches, debating what to do. Her head turns towards the referee who starts counting down on Rhea.

“Don’t ever do that again, you hear me Damian?” Rhea jabs her finger against his chest before getting inside the ring, distracted. She kept shouting at Damian, trying to get the lost in this match.

Y/n takes it as her chance and runs up on Rhea, ending her with her finisher. She positions herself away from The Judgment Day and stares Damian down as she pins Rhea, catching the win.

•••

“I still can’t believe it…” y/n shook her head in disbelief, “he really backstabbed his own team in the back…out of everyone. I did not expect him of all.”

Liv Morgan shakes her head, “I just know she’s pissed, so so pissed.”

Y/n scoffs and nods, “did you see her face? of course she was.”

“What do you think will happen now after that?” Liv asks her and y/n frowns but before she could open her mouth, a deep voice stops her.

“Hey…”

Both woman’s head snap over to see their topic, standing in front of them.

Liv gives him a once over before walking away to let her friend handle it. Y/n gaze follows her before she removes it and lands it on Damian who is already staring at her.

“What’s the hunch?” Y/n asks, “why’d you do that for?”

Damian gives a deep sigh and shrugs, “I was sick of it. Sick of Rhea thinking that she can just run JD when she wasn’t even the first one to be a part of it.”

Y/n narrows her eyes and stares at him. She was trying to see any hint or indication that he might be lying but to no avail.

“So what now?” She finds herself asking.

“Let me help you…I know how Rhea plays. I know how she works. I know the games she likes to play. I can get you to get your title back.” Damian nods as he straightens himself up and stares at her.

Y/n raises an eyebrow and shakes her head, “why would i accept that?”

Damian tilts his head and ponders for a moment, “as an apology for making you lose your title.”

Y/n eyebrows raise in shock before shaking her head, “i don’t trust you…how do i know you won’t fuck up?”

Damian smirks and angles himself to her level, “guess you have to trust me.”

With that said, Damian turned around and walked away. Feeling eyes staring back at him.

•••

“You need to catch her by surprise, don’t start like that.”

Y/n rolls her eyes as she stands up. “How is this supposed to help me win back my title?”

It was just as surprising to Damian just as it was to Y/n when she had taken his offer. He expected more of a fight from her. More of trying to get her to trust him but it was easier said than done. Almost. It was a step to getting her trust, he knew that much. So did Rhea. All that was running through y/n’s mind when she took the offer was the thought of getting her title back. If that meant having to have help from the one who costed her, then so dam be it.

“I’m showing you how Rhea plays,” Damian gets out the ring and opens up his water bottle, “you need to try your own ways on blocking them and doing something better to get rid of them, you know?”

Y/n watches as he drinks his water, watching the way his adams apple bobbles.

Is that even what it’s called?

Y/n shrugs before paying back attention, “what if she changes her tactics, what then?”

Damian swallows his water and sets his bottle down before climbing back into the ring and walks over to her. “That’s why we’re going to practice every single thing I know about her.”

Y/n raises an eyebrow and tilts her head at him, “how can I trust that?”

Damian mocks her and tilts his head to the opposite side that hers is on and raises an eyebrow, “your trusting me right now, what’s the difference?”

Y/n narrows her eyes and straightens herself back and stares at him, “I’m not trusting you. I’m seeing you…”

Damian chuckles and straightens his head back, “you’ve been seeing me for three days now, at this point it’d be expected to have a little bit of trust in me.”

Y/n stares at him before looking away and making her way out the ring, “and it’s going to stay that way til’ I get my dam title back.” She walks away.

She always does. Damian noticed that every time he mentions something about trust, she always avoids it and walks away.

Damian watches her walk away, watching the way her hips unintentionally sway with each step she takes. He couldn’t help himself. “Is that how they move during those nights?” He called.

Y/n stops walking and looks back at him with a frown, confusion littered across her face. “What are you talking about…”

Damian smirks and looks her over, “nada.”

Y/n narrows her eyes before turning back around and walking out of the practice center.

“If that’s your way of wooing, then you suck.” Damian hears the familiar australian accent of his best friend and looks over to see Rhea leaning against the ropes of the ring, looking up at him.

Damian raises an eyebrow and walks over, crouching over to her level. “Try flirting with her then, i’d like to see how that goes.”

Rhea snorts and shakes her head, “what’s the progress?”


Damian shakes his head, “I’m teaching get your usual work when you fight but other than that, same old same old. I start talking about something other than this “mission” if you will, and she leaves. Most specifically, trust.”

Rhea gives an exasperated sigh, “Don’t mention anything about trust. Just let what happens, happens.” She says as she slides into the ring, making Damian stand to his full height and looks at her, “in the meantime, show me what you showed her.”

Damian chuckles and with that, they both get into practice with each other.

•••

He had taken her advice. Every time Damian would be around y/n showing her each and every move that he knows Rhea does, he steers clear from mentioning anything other than what they are doing.

At first, y/n had felt it was awkward for her. She never stayed too long with him at all. She’d always wait for him to start talking about something and she takes that as her cue to leave but now that he never does, it’s weird. Soon though, she got used to it. She got used to his presence and his talks of what to do and what not to do and soon enough, she’s the one who starts the conversations.

It’s been going on for a while. Their meetups in the practice center turned into meetups outside of the practice center.

To Y/n, she would update Liv about it all everyday. Even going as far to tell her that she could potentially trust him but that’s only for Liv’s ears.

As for Damian, he would update Rhea behind y/n’s back. Those updates though went from regularly to barely. In the midst of them hanging out, outside of work, Damian found himself enjoying her company. Enjoying the talks they had that didn’t involve Rhea. Enjoyed the hang outs that was just them two and no one else. Enjoying it enough to start to feel bad about this thing going on. He even talked to Finn about it.

“I don’t know man, i just…it doesn’t feel right to continue to play in her face like this.” Damian sighs as he leans back on the hotel couch with Finn next to him.

“Don’t tell me you’re startin’ to feel bad mate?” Finn raises an eyebrow at him.

“That’s exactly what i am telling you,” Damian takes a swig of his beer in hand.

Finn looks at him and Damian gives him a clear uncomfortable expression. “You like her don’t you?”

Damian didn’t dare to answer that day. He didn’t know it then but now…as he quite literally stares down the girl that ,he could potentially have something with only to ruin it, get ready? He thinks he probably does…

“How do I look?” Y/n turns around towards Damian with such a breathtaking smile that he has to hold back the compliment and give her a tight lipped smile.

“Good as per usual.” Damian nods.

Y/n gives him a disgusted look, “Good? Cariño, I need beautiful or something, i’m changing.”

Damian watches y/n grab another set of ring attire to go ahead and change for the fourth time today. All because he said good.

Damian stands up and immediately stops her, “no no no,” he shakes his head, “you look like everyone’s new championship. How ‘bout that?” He raises an eyebrow.

Y/n tilts her head, “could be better but I guess i’ll take it.” She gives him a sheepish smile before setting the gear in her hand, back down.

“You ready for tonight?” Damian finds himself asking as he slowly sits back down, watching y/n add some finishing touches to her makeup.

“Absolutely. With the amount of training we’ve been doing, I feel more than ready.” Y/n hums, “are you?”

Damian raises an eyebrow and stares at her from the mirror she’s staring at herself in. Was he? No. But he wouldn’t tell her that.

“For you to win that title back? Absolutely…” He trails off with a slow nod and a small smile that makes y/n beam at him.

There’s a moment of silence. During that silence, y/n and Damian are staring at each other through the mirror. Simply staring.

“Damian?” Y/n says quietly as she straightens herself back up to her height. Damian hums and watches as she suddenly grows nervous, “Thank you…for everything you’ve been doing for me for these past couple of weeks. It means a lot to me, truly.”

Damian takes in a shaky breath as he suddenly feels his chest tighten and the guilt crawl its way up to his heart. If he thought the guilt was strong before, then he was in for a rude awakening.

“And maybe after I win…” she continues on as someone walks in her locker room and gives her the time that she has before leaving, “we can go get something to eat? just me and you. celebrate together. all on me as a thank you…”

Damian closes his eyes and feels himself wanting to actually shed tears. This guilt was slowly growing bigger and bigger by the minute at each word she says. So clueless…

“Yeah…I’d love that.” Damian finds himself answering as he opens his eyes and sees her turned towards him with a smile. “Why don’t you go prepare for your entrance, i’ll be watching from the back.”

Y/n gives him a smile and leans down to give his cheek a kiss, lingering on longer then usual before quickly pulling away and strolling out and away.

Barely 2 minutes before she left does Rhea come barging in with the rest of the JD. “It’s all set yeah? Remember the plan?”

Damian stares at Rhea and slowly nods, his eyes trailing over to Finn who is already looking at him with sympathy before he looks back at Rhea.

“Yeah…I remember.”

•••

“OH WHAT THE HELL?!” Michael Cole exclaims as everyone watches with shock at witnessing Damian Priest dragging Y/n out of the ring by her legs.

Y/n whiplashes herself when she turns around and sees Damian standing in front of her with a hard face on. “What the hell are you doing? I had the pin, I was going to win.” She frowns.

Damian looks at her and slowly shakes his head, “that’s mami’s title.”

Y/n’s face drops as she stares at Damian. She doesn’t have any time to think because as soon as she hears the referee almost get to ten, she’s rushing back in the ring and is positioned into a riptide.

Rhea retains…

Y/n simply lays there as she stares up at the ceiling of the arena. It all suddenly makes sense to her now. All of the meetups in the practice center and even the hangouts outside of it, they were all a ploy. A ploy for Damian to get her to trust him enough to be blinded by the fact that he was just going to backstab her in the back.

Damian catches Rhea as she throws herself at him with a victorious laugh, holding up her championship belt. If you would have told Damian weeks ago that he’d be falling for someone that he was using, he would have laughed in your face. But now? Oh how he wishes he wasn’t the one that was chosen to do all of this.

“We did it playboy!” Rhea laughs as she gets down from him, “let’s go celebrate.”

Y/n slowly sits herself up and makes eye contact with Damian who is slowly walking away from her.

Guilt in his eyes.

Hurt in hers.

[slasherscream]

okay in the tags of ur polyam ghostface cooking post you said driving with them would be worse? and I’d be really interested in hearing ur thoughts abt that 👀

A/N: nonny is referencing this ancient post. because the ask is that old. i am but an easily distracted creature of the night, once again. sorry for the wait nonny!

For starters, you can’t let Stu be the one driving. He does not obey the rules of the road. You’re not even sure he knows the rules of the road. If he does, he’s breaking the rules at a frequency level that implies driving unsafely is a casual hobby for him. Like knitting. 

Billy is a better driver. Not always, just when you’re in the car. He’s not gonna risk your life because he likes to go fast and run red lights when he doesn’t see anyone coming.

He’s such a stickler for following the rules in front of you that he side eyes you when you don't do the same. Yes, ladies and gentleman, and gathered beloveds, Billy Loomis is an awful backseat driver. 

He will comment on nearly everything you do while driving the car. Didn’t turn on your signal before changing lines? He noticed. Going over the speed limit? Noticed. Going under the speed limit? Noticed. Didn’t slow down for that curve in the road? Hmmm… lots of things you’re doing wrong. Maybe you should just let him drive. 

If you want to be passenger seat royalty then congratulations! Here’s your boyfriend! If you enjoy driving you will be running to call shotgun on driving, every-time,. Running to beat your boyfriend to the driver’s side car door. Daily humiliation rituals, truly.

It’s enough that you guys have snapped at one another before and finished the drive home in icy silence. You tried to come around to apologize (even though you were not in the wrong) because you know he’s only worried about your safety. 

Also, you were expecting a mutual apology (Billy always sounds pissy, he does not sound any nicer than usual as he’s correcting your driving habits from the passenger seat.) 

So why on Earth did he have to piss you off by saying: “I accept your apology. Just wish you’d pay more attention to the road, honestly.” You have to kill him. It’s the only option left. 

Stu certainly doesn’t help this hostile road environment because he blasts your eardrums to shit every time he gets the AUX. He will also play annoying music on purpose, because he thinks escalating situations is funny. 

He starts playing break up R&B if you guys start really getting into it. Cue Billy turning around to the backseat: “What is your fucking problem, Stu?!”

(One time Stu turned on “I Should Have Cheated by Keyshia Cole” and Billy reached back and started hitting Stu at full strength. You had to pull over the car. What happened to car safety, Billy? What happened to there should be no distractions in the car, Billy?)

Stu would be in charge of navigation but Billy is such a control freak that he can’t let anyone besides himself do it. When he’s the one driving he puts on the navigation voice that tells you when turns are coming up. It interrupts whatever music you have playing every five seconds. He refuses to let you be his navigator. It’s for the better, because if you give Billy a direction too late for him to obey said direction he has to press his lips together very tightly to keep his outside voice from leaving his body in an inside space. 

It’s enough to want to just take a fucking Uber.

[helluva-simp]

Fizzarozzie Incorrect quotes

(because I love them)

Ozzie: You look good in that hoodie.


Fizzarolli: You know where else I'd look good?


Ozzie, zero hesitation: My bed.


Fizzarolli , at the same time: By your side- wait, what?

Fizzarolli: Are you trying to seduce me?


Ozzie: Why, are you seducible?

Ozzie: Know why I called you in here?


Fizzarolli: Because I accidentally sent you a dick pic.


Ozzie: *Stops pouring two glasses of wine.* Accidentally?

Fizzarolli: Relationships should be 50/50. Ozzie cooks us dinner while I sit on the kitchen counter looking pretty.

Ozzie: I like your new pants!


Fizzarolli: Thanks, they were 50% off!


Ozzie: I’d like them better if they were 100% off. *winks*


Fizzarolli: The store can’t just give away clothes for free.


Ozzie: Thats’s… not what I meant.


Fizzarolli: That’s a terrible way to run a business, Ozzie.

Ozzie: You know my motto: carpe diem, carpe noctem, carpe coles.


Fizzarolli: Seize the day, seize the night, what’s the last one?


Ozzie: Seize the dick.

Ozzie: I don’t do romantic relationships.


Fizzarolli: *exists*


Ozzie: Shit.

Ozzie: Is something burning?

Fizzarolli: leaning seductively on the counter: Just my desire for you.

Ozzie: Fizz, the toaster is literally on fire

Ozzie: We're going mattress shopping.

Ozzie: You know, once we get it, we'll have to break it in.

Fizzarolli: Oh, I hear what you're saying. Mattress trampoline.

Ozzie: …

Fizzarolli: Wait, no. You were talking about sex

[nonbinarykai]

righhhhht and she was loyal!!! she loved her dad!! she loved him and he just (would have) let her die!!!!! and later in crystalized (i think the seasons kinda blur together lmao) she talks about wanting a family?? and??? that felt so loaded to me? its not just about wanting the stability (that kai cant give, but this is not about him. i have my own thoughts about the smith siblings and their commitment issues, but thats for later) but family? she just. is a family person. she was INTRODUCED as a family person, and i know ninjago probably sidelining her wasnt some intentional thought out desicion, but i like to headcanon it as her SPECIFICALLY not joining the ninja bc. theyre so obviously a family. and. she just needs to distance herself from that a bit, to find out whi she is outside of a group (*frantically writes a 15k character study following her throughout her journey into self discovery bc FUCK it makes me (someone who grew up in a cult) a bit insane)

and and. the tattoo?? like she was marked along with the rest of his followers, no different than a pawn, a mere minion. does she still have the tattoo?? that permanant physical reminder?? bc chen changed her, irrevocably. even after she turns back from becoming a LITERAL SNAKE AGAINST HER WILL (body horror angst, anyone?) she still has a mark.

i just. i want to give her more love and attention bc god holy shit. AND SHE COULD HAVE REALLY INTERESTING DYNAMICS WITH THE GROUP!!! IF PEOPLE JUST REMEMBERED HER!!!!!

she has to have formed some sort of bond with nya and lloyd after hunted. does she talk to him abt evil dads? i want to see her bond with zane over their love of cooking. does jay ever tell her abt her role in sky bound? they could talk abt their experiences turning into snakes lmao.

and her element is so interesting!!! literally absorbing others powers how cool is that?? what are the specifics? is there a time limit to how long she can use the power once she has it.

anyway this is getting too long but you get it. she needs to come back in dragons rising. she needs to bond with jordana over being ex-cult kids following her redemption, bc that girl is getting redeemed.

(i apologize for any typos i tried to be careful)

Can’t believe you didn’t mention how Cole’s fav restaurant is canonically Chen’s noodles which means he probably has ended up seeing skylor a lot and it’s possible they became friends.

Anyways I agree. I feel like it makes sense that even though skylor was abused she still loved her father. Thats unfortunately why a lot of abused kids stay with there parents to try to make it work. But I also wish skylor had more agency in choosing to go against her father other than “boy told me to”.

Speaking of which I do wish we saw more of skylors social life outside of whatever *he* shows us. It genuinely makes alot of sense for skylor to have some connection to the other ninja in some way. The only indicator of ppl she hangs out with is chamillie and that’s it. I want to see her have a group of friends that are completely detached from the ninja. Like regulars at her restaurant.

[coleskingdom]

Christmas Vacation

Adam Cole x ofc

Warnings Explict sex, praise kink, light dom, multiple orgasms, dry humping, vaginal sex

The trip had been shit, nothing had gone right as I just wanted a weekend away. The flight had been cancelled due to rain, the airline issued vouchers for food and hotel, but they ran out before I got mine. I decided I needed a drink I went to the bar by the gate, found a spot and ordered a vodka on the rocks.

“Hey is this seat taken?” a familiar voice said I looked up from my drink and there stood Adam Cole with a mischievous smirk on her face. “No but I’m in no mood for your shit? " I'm wounded" he-said as he sat down and ordered a beer. “Seriously though Em, what's wrong? “ he said genuine concern in his voice.

“Life where do you want me to start My vacation is delayed, I’m in a shitty airport with no hotel no car and stuck on Christmas Eve . Merry fucking Christmas to me. “ I lifted my glass and ordered another round.

“Em, my flight just got canceled, but I did get one of those hotel vouchers, just crash with me tonight it’ll be better in the morning. Besides it’s early enough we can grab some food and make the...”

I cut him off “please don’t it’s a wonderful life me, I can’t deal with it. I just wanted to drink, make shitty decisions and shut my brain off. “I huffed.

“Okay my little grinch, do you trust me?”He nudged his shoulder into my shoulder finally getting me to smile. “Of course, I trust you Cole, how long have we been friends? “

“Five or six years at this point I guess, okay then turn the night over to me, you said you didn’t want to think. “

“You know what the day is at a loss so yes it’s yours. “

“That’s the spirit” he grabbed my carryon threw cash on the bar and was exiting the bar before I could reconsider.

The airport hotel was cringey at best, I think the decor hadn’t been updated in 50 years. I decided I wasn’t going to complain it would be fine I wasn’t alone it’d be fine. Then I noticed that there was only one full size bed in the room. Well still not going to complain I told myself it’s just one night and he and I are friends. “I hope you don’t snore “Cole said playfully,I just smiled, “left or right ladies choice”. I’ll take the right, I said.

“So what’s the plan” I asked not sure if we were staying in or going out. “Sushi and Karaoke, don’t worry, they have booze, cooked food as well,and it’s a private karaoke booth it’s just us and it’s just for fun. It’ll be great “he said a twinkle in his eye again I grumbled.

I changed into jeans boots and a sweater, freshened up and he was relaxed on his leather jacket black tshirt and jeans. “Let’s get out of here I guess.” I said less than enthusiastic

I had forgotten how much fun it was hanging out with him,our schedules didn’t match up like they used to. His blue eyes sparkled as he talked of the next year, and what he hoped his life would look like in it. It was so easy being with him. However you both had friendzoned each other years ago so there was no point in thinking about any of this. No point in wondering if you could be who he wanted, what might life look like with him, and how had time only made him more handsome. Then you wondered what it would be like to kiss him, now you knew for sure that the alcohol had given you the courage to think about the things that lingered just below the surface.

“You ready to go sing your heart out” I grabbed the remaining bottle of the sake and said sure. He had always loved karaoke and I needed to be drunk to enjoy it. He picked Lit’s my own worst enemy , I couldn’t stop laughing his actions to the lyrics he was doing everything to make the night better. He wanted me to pick a song I told him he could pick the song, “I’m at your mercy” I stood up to take the stage in our booth. “I like the sound of that” he cued up I’m a slave for you , I rolled my eyes.So he wanted to play games, I considered using a chair to do the Brittany dance but decided that he would do. I sang and dropped myself in his lap as I sang the song one of his hands went to my hips holding me there the other to the microphone that he took from my hand. I was facing him straddled across his lap each of us trying to read the other one’s face. Adam, I uh, he kissed me and my lips parted he tasted like the apple sake we had been drinking . His tongue dominated my mouth, I felt myself relax and give myself over to him. My hips instinctively shifted grinding down on him, I gasped, I could feel every hard inch of him, pressing right against my clit. I moved, grinding my clit against him as we kiss, and I moaned into his mouth. The move had his fingers tightening on me and a deep groan coming from his chest, the sound traveling through me to add onto the pressure in my belly. His hands gripped my hips, shifting them again to recreate the movement and sending a lightning bolt of desire through me.

"Oh," I whisper against his lips, and his hands continue the circuit, guiding me back and forth along his hardness as pleasure bloomed and built in my belly in a way I hadn’t felt in years.Maybe ever, if I'm being honest.

"That's it, sugar," he whispers, his lips on my neck just under my ear, his words rough and breathy and driving me higher. "Take what you need." I was in another world, one where I'm consumed by lust and need. “Use Me.”Those words did something more, making my swollen clit throb as I dug my fingers into his shoulders and groan, my hips moving faster along the shaft of his cock over our clothes, and I tip them so he hits where I need it most.

"Oh, shit, fuck." I groan, my head dropping to his shoulder as I continue to move, to writhe frantically.

"That's it, baby. That's it. God, you should see how fucking beautiful you look like this, taking control. Taking what you need."

I moan again into the shoulder of his shirt, and his hand moves up into my hair, tugging so that I look at him. I find his eyes darkened with lust, so enamored by what is happening that the feeling consuming me I come on his lap moaning his name, as my hips grind on his cock. "Fuck, you're beautiful," he mur-murs, and it's not for my ears, not for my benefit, but more like a prayer he didn't mean to say aloud. It causes another ripple of orgasm to tear through me, my hips jerking on him before I collapse and bury my face into his neck with a groan. His hands still in my hair, he pulled me in for another kiss.

“Em, he said when he broke the kiss, let’s go back to the hotel”. We ducked out the back of the restaurant and he pushed me up against the brick wall in the alley kissing me again, this time raw and urgent. I’d have let him fuck me in that alley I was so needy for him. I pulled him in closer lifting my leg to bring him closer to my core. He pressed his hips against mine, I could feel him through his jeans, he lifted me against the wall, his clothed cock against my needy pussy. My legs around his hips, this time he grinded against my core Adam, I moaned. I was his drunk on him. “We’ve got to get back to the hotel, the first time I take you it’s not going to be in an alley”. How’s the first time going to be I asked, his smile turned wicked. “Oh Sugar I’ve thought about this for years, I’m going to make you beg me for it, I’m going to take my time, I’m going to explore every inch of your perfect body, I’m going to eat that perfect pussy, I’m going to make sure you’re ready for me, and then I’m going to make sure you always remember this night. “He moved my legs from his hips setting my feet back down. Now, let’s go. We walked hand in hand back to the hotel, once inside the room. He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his hips and my arms around his neck he stalked towards the bed. He deposited me on the edge of the bed a look of fire in his eyes, he took off the sweater and jeans I was wearing. Then he was back on top of me the sparkle in his blue eyes, “Em, sugar, do you remember when you didn’t want to think?” I nodded “ I’m gonna take over now, you don’t need to think, just feel be here with me. I’ll tell you when to come” I thought he was going to kiss me again but instead his lips moved to my neck he worked his hands down and removed my bra freeing my breasts. He took his time kissing between them, his hand rubbing the right one as his mouth took in the left one. I felt a bolt shoot straight to my clit when he gently ran his teeth against my nipple. I gasped and moaned my back arching. “Adam, I need you” my fingers in his hair as he kissed lower, placing kisses through my panties. “Naughty or Nice? I guess that depends on you sweetheart. You were so naughty earlier, coming on my lap. My naughty girl is so wet for me and I haven’t even touched you.” He palmed my center before he removed my panties. He grinned mischievously as he lowered himself to the floor as his shoulders pushed my legs wide, his face inches from my pussy. His palms came down on my inner thighs, spreading my legs even wider as his mouth dropped between them.

I gasped from the from the feeling the soft, slick stroke of his tongue over me just teasing me. His beard tickling my thighs. Adam changed the position he put a pillow under my ass, and my legs over his shoulders . He dove back into my core with rough licks, he sucked on my clit, I began to squirm my hips taking on a rhythm that matched his tongue. “Just like sugar, just like I knew you would be.” He removed his tongue from my core and inserted two of his long fingers as my back arched off the bed. I rested on my elbows and watched his forearm tense and release as his fingers moved in and out of me.”That’s my good girl, ride my fingers sugar, you’re doing so good for me” his words making my pussy clench on his fingers. I was so close “Adam please…” I begged “So obedient for me, waiting like a good girl. My sweet ‘Em go ahead and come for me” He took my clit in his mouth sucking and pulling on it and when I came he worked me through it as I came in his mouth prolonging the feeling as long as he could. I hadn’t realized in the moment that I came that hard.

Adam stripped pulling of his clothes in lightening speed. He was hovering over me, looking me in my eyes. “What am I going to do with you?” he said I raise my hips offering myself to him as if he needed further invitation. “Sugar, I’m talking about after tonight, after I’ve fucked you so thoroughly that the only thought in your brain is me.” I moaned at the promise knowing he’d fulfill it. "Yes, after. After tonight. After we leave this hotel room. This can't be just a tonight thing. I'll go absolutely mad if I don't get to fucking make a home out of you every god damn day from now until forever. Swear to me that you won't deprive me again. Tell me that sweet little pussy of yours is as desperate for me as I am it. Swear to me that after we leave this hellhole it'll still be mine. Promise me you'll still be mine tomorrow.”My insides clench at his words. God, they're so beautiful. I don't know how his words can be so dirty yet also be so poetic.

“Adam, I promise, please I beg you.” It was like my words finally registered in him , and nothing else needed to be said he pushes into me, I moaned from the sheer pleasure of how he felt as he stretched me. "Now it's time for you to be a good girl and take all of me."

He sheaths himself in me, filling me completely with him. I feel full, the pain only a dull throb compared to the euphoria of the feeling of the head of his cock bumping the spot where it feels the best.

"I can feel you stretching around me, molding perfectly to my cock."

"More," I plead, my hands finding the muscles at his back. I scratch at him, trying to bring him even deeper inside me.He slowly pushes in and out, leaning down to lay light kisses to my chin.

His hand snakes up, his fingers pinching one of my nipples before he cradles my face. "I want to go slow for you,"he says, his lips moving against my mouth. "But fuck sugar, I need faster. I need it harder. I can't help myself." My hips buck, my body desperate for the same things he wants.

"That's what I want," I mutter. "I can take it."

A loud growl erupts from his chest as he jerks his hips into me, forcing me to take all of him. My fingertips dig into the taut muscles of his back as he rails into me. The bed shakes underneath his power. The backs of my thighs hit his torso, a smacking sound filling the room.

His hips are punishing, but his tongue in my mouth is sweet. The perfect combination to have pressure building low in my stomach. My eyes open, needing confirmation that he's as affected by what's happening right now as I am. I've never felt the desperate need for someone as I do right now.

I want to claw at his back, to mark my territory, to take him and mold to him perfectly so I won't fit with anyone else.

I pull at his hair, needing something to hold on to as he continuously pushes into me so deep I feel like I might break.

He slows down, pulling himself out until only the head of his cock remains.

It's like he knew I was on the brink of coming and he wanted to prolong the feeling of almost falling over the edge even longer.

In one easy motion, he takes the hand that plays with his hair and shoves it into the pillow above my head. He repeats the same thing with my other arm, shoving both above my head until he holds both my wrists in one hand. He shoves them into the pillow, taking all of the control.

All I'm left to do is let him have his way, reveling in every movement of his hips.

"Look at you," he muses. "Taking every inch of me like the good girl you are." I moan, my back coming off the comforter. His words mixed with the punishing push of hips is pure ecstasy.I never want to stop. I'd gladly beg over and over if it meant I got to feel like this.

"Do you like giving me the power to fuck you however I want, Em?"

All I can do is nod. Words fail me.

I'm so close to coming that I can't do anything but focus on the buildup between my legs. “You’ve been such a good girl, come with me Em”I can't hold on any longer. A moan erupts from my chest as my entire body erupts into fire-works.

Adam continues to push into me, milking every last second of the orgasm from me. I can feel my muscles clench around him, wrapping around him tightly as he chases his own release.

"You're so god damn sexy when you come on my cock," he growls, his lips still right next to my nipple. I felt him empty himself into me. He collapses on to me, he untangled him self from me. He went to the bathroom, he came back with a warm washcloth and a glass of water. “Em, sweetheart are you okay” he said softly his eyes softening but a new look in his eyes. “ I’m more than okay, Adam” grinning I took the glass of water as he washed me tenderly. He took the glass from my hand when I finished. He pulled back the covers and settled me in the bed and climbed in behind me. “Em” he whispered “I wasn’t the shitty decision that you made tonight was I”the uncertainty in his voice broke my heart. I rolled over to face him. “Adam, no, I think I’ve always known it was you who I wanted.” He kissed me again and pulled me on to his chest, and I fell asleep content.

[luwritesomething]

DAMIAN WAYNE HEADCANONS !!!

ah, love of my life. this man right here got me years ago into learning more about the batfam and now here i am. you can say it’s kind of his fault. anyways,,, no one asked for this but my brain did. 

requests are open! hit that anon button and tell me your idea!

warnings: swearing, hadn’t been proof-read.

damian’s head is a MESS. don’t get me wrong, the guy is a little genius, but imagine the chaos of languages he has -- arab, english, chinese, i’m a hundred percent he knows russian, urdu is nanda parbat’s official language... 

because of this (^^) he just sometimes shuts down and stays silent. he can’t even think.

he loves all animals but he can’t handle insects. jason found out, and damian bribed him with a collectors special edition of classical books. nobody must know his weaknesses.

he writes in cursive, i have no clues but also no doubts.

words are difficult for him, that’s why he talks the way he does -- so professionally, like he is from another age. 

can stand tim (in small amounts) but no longer they will always have an intellectual rivalry -- it’s probably more from damian’s side rather than tim’s.

he still feels like he has to hide that he looks up to dick.

damian searched what fanfiction was. he’s scarred for life now. 

he’s straight up bored of paparazzi. he’ll go lady gaga on their ass and stare at the ones that are hidden in a bush trying to take pictures of him in secret.

also he will go full cole sprouse on the people trying to take pictures on him while he’s walking through gotham (this means he will snap pictures of the civilians before they snap a picture of him. camera duels, that’s the name)

listens to A LOT of music. everything his siblings listen to, he does too. classical music is his favorite, however. (also enjoys jazz).

taking care of his animals and his duties as robin are his favorite activities.

doesn’t understand social media, but still uses it. he’s too stubborn to admit he’s bad handling that.

too lazy to figure out how to cook, but if he tried in the slightest, he would be an amazing cook.

damian is an incredibly fast learner. it amazes the fuck out of bruce how many new things he can learn in just one day. 

he grows to be an actually very kind person, but his snarky remarks and dry humor never disappears.

likes the addams family. what a surprise.

doesn’t get horror/slasher movies. he keeps getting bored and doesn’t react to the jumpscares. jason says he is dead inside, which everyone agreed on.

they don’t know (^^) that damian is making a superhuman effort to not kick someone when the jumpscares occur because this little guy has his senses to the maximum all the time.

can’t be bothered unless someone is being ignorant or trashing about his family. he’s the only one that trashes about his family >:(

texts like a grandpa but at least he knoews what’s happening (most of the times)

like jason, damian has been kicked out of the wayne family chat numerous times.

has an elderly person soul except for when he’s fighting. then he’s a vicious little shit-

plays piano. no, i will not elaborate.

will correct your grammar in a condescending tone of voice.

“don’t patronaze me.” @ everyone.

has general knowledge about a shit ton of things. and since he doesn’t know how to properly socialize (canon) will spill those facts in order to start a conversation during galas.

has threatened the police -- 10/10 will do it again.

damian couldn’t care less about gossip but since he’s a good listener he always ends up knowing the tea about  E V E R Y T H I N G.

cocky bastard. that’s it, that’s all i’m saying.

he has no idea how to handle compliments. it still makes him freeze whenever someone says he’s cute or has pretty eyes.

“no.” (damian’s answer every time someone calls him cute).

believes in soulmates and in love at first sight, not as a superficial concept but as a ‘i’m clicking and mystically attracted to this person rewardless of their looks’.

reads A LOT.

never as much as jason, and also he doesn’t just read like narrative books -- he reads those thick books about how to do things, biographys, and studies about subjects he randomly knows about.

barely sleeps, if he ever does. 

sleep is for the weak™

(^^) proceeds to randomly fall asleep during patrols or family dinners.

acts like a brat but he actually isn’t -- it’s so complicated to explain, i hope someone just gets it.

at 17 he’s taller than dick and almost as tall as jason. suck it, @ everyone who mocked his height.

jon kent is his Best Friend™

(^^) damian told me himself.

he’s very handsome (canon lolz)

no but like, i mean, he will actually be one of those men you think ‘good fucking lord, he’s handsome’

damian thinks selina is cool.

has a lot of anger and frustration inside. it calms him down knowing jason also has problems like those because it makes him feel more... normal.

because normal is something damian would have liked to feel if he hadn’t been conceived to be perfect.

he would love six of crows -- would really like kaz brekker.

secretly enjoys the ya genre, will never admit it out loud.

[valentino-moth-man]

ONE TIME ONLY, INCORRECT QUOTES BY VAL (warning: there is a shit ton of these)

@vox-tv-demon , @headlessdeaddancer2/@headlessdeaddancer

Vox: Crushes are the worst. Whenever I’m near mine, I start acting stupid.

Valentino: You always act stupid.

Valentino:

Valentino: Wait...

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Vox: Do you take constructive criticism?

Valentino: No, only cash or credit.

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Valentino: You know my motto: carpe diem, carpe noctem, carpe coles.

Vox: Seize the day, seize the night, what’s the last one?

Valentino: Seize the dick.

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Valentino: I like your new pants!

Vox: Thanks, they were 50% off!

Valentino: I’d like them better if they were 100% off. *winks*

Vox: The store can’t just give away clothes for free.

Valentino: Thats’s… not what I meant.

Vox: That’s a terrible way to run a business, Valentino.

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Valentino: Know why I called you in here?

Vox: Because I accidentally sent you a dick pic.

Valentino: *Stops pouring two glasses of wine.* Accidentally?

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Valentino: You look good in that hoodie.

Vox: You know where else I'd look good?

Valentino, zero hesitation: My bed.

Vox, at the same time: By your side- wait, what?

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Valentino: Relationships should be 50/50. Vox cooks us dinner while I sit on the kitchen counter looking pretty.

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Fork: sSSSHIT- I BURNT MY LIP-

Vox: ...Why the fuck would you even drink coffee with a METAL STRAW in the FIRST PLACE??

Fork: BECAUSE WE WERE OUT OF THE PLASTIC ONES!

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Vox: When I first got my autism diagnosis, my first thought was “woah… it’s canon” and I think that maybe thoughts like that is why Valentino made me get tested.

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MJ: Fellas, I gotta know for science. Is the opposite of red green or blue?

Vincent: Technically a mix of green and blue?

MJ: So blurple.

Vincent: That's implying you're mixing blue and purple.

MJ: Would you rather have fucking bleen? MOTHERFUCKING GRUE?

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Valentino: Last week, Vincent tried to flush a live lobster down the toilet "because it worked for Nemo".

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Vincent: Slash gamemode creative.

Vox: Dude, this isn't Min-

Vincent: *starts levitating*

[ahockeywrites]

Better in Hoboken - Quinn Hughes

Authors note: let’s try this a second time because tumblr has decided to take a shit and fuck my formatting up 🙄. Thank you so much to @antoineroussel for organising the fic exchange I’ve had so much fun writing this story and I hope you enjoy it. I was matched with @torontoflames and I hope I’ve created a little story that you enjoy!

Warnings: underage alcohol consumption, swearing

Word count: 3.5k

Jack watched as Quinn scowled at his phone once again, clearly receiving another negative response from his friends about coming to the lake house over summer. Luke had invited his friends over from Michigan and Jack already had some friends over from when he was in the US National Team Development Program. Jack knew that Josh Norris was coming for a week slightly later in the summer but that was it.

“Probably not gonna make you feel much better, but I’ve got a friend coming over next week who’s your age,” Jack explained.

“Jack,” Quinn groaned, “you think inviting one of your hookups from Jersey is gonna make me feel any better?” It was as if Jack wasn’t even thinking about how his brother would understand his comment. From Quinn’s perspective, the only person he knew at the lake house was Nick Blankenburg from their time at Michigan together but it felt like he was imposing on Luke’s group of friends.

“Woah woah,” Jack started to recoil back, “Y/N is not a hookup. She went out on a few sort of dates with Nico because she’s friends with Ty’s girlfriend but nothing ever came of it and she just stuck around and joined our friendship group. She’s sound, an engineering student at Rutgers, but can’t go home as she’s international so I invited her here for a week, maybe longer if she wants to.”

Quinn showed the slightest hint of a smile, thinking that maybe he might not be the only one who barely knows anyone. “Okay,” he conceded, well, conceded might not be the right word. He was excited to have someone his own age hanging around not just Michigan freshman.

A few days had passed, and aside from having a few beers on a boat, wakeboarding, and going to the gym, Quinn really didn’t do much. Yes, he enjoyed cooking dinner for everyone on the barbecue and occasionally baking with his mother. But he felt isolated, that was until Jack announced to everyone that he was going to the airport to pick Y/N up.

All of Jack’s friends started whooping and Quinn could specifically hear Cole asking if she was Jack’s girlfriend, which he denied once again. “Just a friend who would be alone all summer if she didn’t come here.”

Just a friend. Those words rung around in Quinn’s head. He really hoped that his brother and Y/N really hadn’t done anything together because he had gone and found her Instagram profile and although it was on private, he sent a request. Within a few hours the words requested turned into following and he had gained himself a new follower too.

The feed contained photos of her studying, one at a Devils game where she was hanging out with some of the girlfriends and another from a night out with some of Jack’s teammates. The pair of them may not have been dating but they certainly were good friends.

Quinn couldn’t help but look at her Instagram feed and think that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Beautiful and smart was a winning combination in his eyes. All could hope was that she was funny to, or at least funny to him.

He had completely zoned out thinking about her, thinking what she could be like. It wasn’t until he heard the sound of keys jingling and Jack shouting that he was home, he came back to reality. Alex and Cole seemed to be sprinting back into the family room, dripping with chlorinated water from the pool. Nick was following closely behind, trying to get them to at least wrap a towel around themselves so they didn’t stain the carpets of the house.

“Boys, Y/N,” Jack introduced her. “Y/N, the boys.”

“Can’t wait for me to be the only girl once again,” she spoke whilst rolling her eyes. Y/N was used to hanging around with just guys, she thought it was just easier to hang around with them. Yes, she hung around with the WAGs occasionally and was also the go to person for events. It started with Nico after their failed tinder dates, then when the captain started dating Abbie, she was Jack’s go to.

Y/N had become like an older sister to Jack, helping him to cook and do basic house tasks which he struggled with. But he was always there when she needed him, like after her boyfriend had cheated on her, Jack was there as a friend with a pint of ice cream in the freezer and her favourite wine on the wine rack.

Jack did have the feeling that Sebastian was up to something behind Y/N’s back, however he didn’t feel it was his place to mention anything. She thought that something wasn’t right when Sebastian kept cancelling their lunch plans and found out when she turned up at his place with a bottle of wine, hoping for a cute evening date but ended up being greeted by an absolutely stunning, model-esque looking woman asking if she had turned up to the wrong house with a food delivery order. It took all of Y/N’s strength to not shout at the woman, knowing that she was unlikely to know that Sebastian was seeing another woman. All Y/N did was introduce herself as Sebastian’s girlfriend to which the other woman was confused. They were both of the impression that Sebastian was dating them, and only them. The pair of them then confronted him and Y/N invited Abbie back to her flat to share wine and rant about shitty men. Y/N and Abbie then became friends and to celebrate their singleness, Jack organised a night out for both of them, cementing Abbie into the group.

“Y/N!” Luke shouted, after running down the stairs to figure out what the commotion in the living room was.

“Baby Hughes!” Y/N replied, taking the younger boy into a playful headlock. Quinn watched as his youngest brother almost melted into the grasp of the woman. “If Jack had told me someone who can cook would be here, I would have been out weeks earlier.”

“Hey,” Alex looked shocked, “I can use the barbecue.” Y/N rolled her eyes, not trusting the words coming out of his mouth.

“Better than Jack, he struggles with everything,” Y/N joked before releasing Luke from the headlock and messing up Jack’s hair.

“And on that note, your room is upstairs,” Jack spoke before pretty much dragging Y/N up to the top floor where her room was allocated.

Quinn was fucked.

~~

Being the oldest there, Quinn was trusted by his mother to drive the boat out onto Lake Huron and he had to make sure that the boat was docked when he got back. Ellen Hughes didn’t spend too much time at the lake house when it was packed with young adults but she did make sure that everyone felt welcome. Quinn tried to extend his mother’s hospitality by offering to take Y/N to the store and to grab whatever alcohol and food she wanted. Her list wasn’t extensive but she offered to tag along with Quinn and help pick up the ever extending list made by Luke’s friends. The pair engaged in friendly conversation throughout the drive and in Target but it was limited to questions about their time at college and how difficult Jack can be at times. If Quinn was feeling awkward, Y/N didn’t notice it as she grew fonder of his presence, even if it was barely an hour they had spent together.

The pair stocked the fridge on the boat up with beers, White Claws and soft drinks before seamlessly moving on to preparing some food to eat on the boat too. Y/N chopped fruit up and made it look pretty before wrapping it in plastic wrap and setting it on the portable cooler and Quinn moved to prepare some pita bread, vegetable sticks and hummus. It was the first sense of calm that either of them had felt since arriving at the lake house.

Until Jack came tumbling down the stairs claiming that the girl he had been talking to back in Jersey was going to be coming out to the lake house for a few days. Y/N rolled her eyes, now it wasn’t that her and Faith didn’t get along. Faith seemed to be jumping from one famous person’s bed to another and that lifestyle wasn’t one that Y/N could see herself living. But she did her best to get along with Faith when she was around.

“There’s a girl?” Quinn questioned his younger brother, realising that there were more things that Jack was keeping hidden from him.

Y/N hummed in answer to Quinn’s question, whilst rolling her eyes giving the Canuck player all the information he needed about this girl.

“She’s getting here in a week,” he gasped, rereading the texts. Jack’s golden retriever behaviour didn’t just stop there as he almost sprinted over to his older brother to show him Faith’s Instagram profile. Quinn took Jack’s phone off him and scrolled through her account. It was bikini picture after bikini picture, with a few lingerie shoots dotted around. He noticed that, compared to Y/N’s account at least, Faith didn’t seem to show much personality. Y/N had her at brunches, in the electronics labs and at hockey games, Faith’s had none of that.

“She looks lovely,” Quinn managed to get out before shooing his brother off to get everyone else up for the day out on the lake.

The water was calm as Quinn drove the boat out onto the lake. The stillness calmed him as he concentrated on taking everyone to the small island in the centre of the lake safety. Quinn watched the branches of the trees on the shoreline move with the gentle winds and the waves crashed softly on the sandy beach, slowly bringing him to a state of relaxation he hadn’t felt in some time.

Quinn was brought out of his calm state by his youngest brother shouting the unfortunate nickname given to him by his teammates. He rolled his eyes before turning around to see what the commotion was.

“Alex wanted to know where the White Claws were,” Jack told him.

“And you had to ask me, whilst I’m driving the boat?” Quinn replied, annoyed with the middle Hughes brother.

“Well you packed the boat full of stuff,” Jack said nonchalantly, “why would anyone else know where the stuff is.” Jack shrugged his shoulders, stocking the boat up with alcohol generally fell to Quinn because he was the oldest and usually the only one who could legally be seen with the alcohol.

“Y/N,” Quinn replied, “you know, the other 22 year old who can drink. Plus she helped me set up the food so you know it won’t kill you.” Quinn rolled his eyes at Jack, he really was clueless the majority of the time.

“Oh,” Jack sighed. He would have tried to make some connections between Y/N and Quinn heading out to the shops together and them getting the boat ready, but he was too occupied with his phone and replying to Faith with snapchats of himself on the lake.

Alex didn’t need Jack to ask his older brother where the alcohol was as it was obvious, where else would it be but the fridge. He swiped himself a pineapple White Claw and a Cherry one for Y/N. She hadn’t asked, but he assumed that she wouldn’t turn down a drink. “So,” Alex started, wrapping his arm around Y/N, “you deal with Jack all season long, and you choose to come here and hang out with him more?”

“Let me make this clear”, she replied, cracking open the can and taking a sip, “I did not come here to hang out with Jack any longer.”

“So why come to Michigan,” Alex asked, genuinely curious. He didn’t know how someone could put up with Jack on an almost daily basis, but to come and hang out with him and his friends during her summer break, it seemed crazy to him.

“Needed a break from Jersey City, couldn’t go home, here was the next best thing,” she smiled before flicking her head down so the sunglasses that were resting on the top of her head sat on the bridge of her nose. “Even if it means dealing with Jack pining over a woman once again.”

Quinn looked back to see Alex pissing himself with laughter at something Y/N had said as she sipped on the drink he hoped she had got for herself. The pair seemed to be in a conversation, ignoring the antics of the other boys on the boat and it made Quinn hate himself for being the responsible one. He wanted to be sat at the back of the boat, with his arm wrapped around Y/N, forgetting everyone else even existed. But he didn’t let his emotions show, he couldn’t.

The boat didn’t stay on the lake for too long as Quinn knew that Jack wanted to get a barbecue going so after everyone had jumped into the lake and got enough pictures for their first Instagram post of the summer, he turned the boat around and drove slowly back to the shore. Y/N steadied herself before attempting to get off the boat but she could feel her feet slipping on the inside of the boat. Before she could fall down, a pair of strong arms caught her, keeping her from losing her balance.

“I’ve got you,” Quinn spoke calmly, “one foot in front of the other, you’ve got this.” Quinn’s voice soothed Y/N as she held his hand to get off the boat.

This action went unnoticed by most, except for Jack.

~~

Y/N was woken up to the sound of ceramic breaking and pans being smashed together and she had to admit that it wasn’t her preferred way to wake up. She grabbed one of her oversized Devils shirts given to her by one of the team and found her slippers before swinging open the door to the room which she was staying in. Standing directly opposite her was Quinn, his hair disheveled and bags under his eyes very apparent. All he was wearing was a pair of team issued shorts and his thighs were on full display and Y/N had to stop herself from staring at him.

“I think we get coffee, some fruit and head outside to ignore whatever they’re doing,” Quinn suggested. All Y/N could do was agree because the sound was causing her to develop a headache.

“I’m just gonna grab some Advil before we head out,” she explained to Quinn before running back up the stairs to find the medication.

Quinn started to collect some fruit out of the fridge before setting the coffee machine up to make Y/N’s favourite. There was also a jug of chilled water which he brought out to the decking along with some glasses. Next was the plates and bowls and he thought he would go without anyone noticing him until Jack shouted directly at him.

“Yo Quinner,” he exclaimed, “whatcha doing?” Jack questioned as he dodged some pancake mix being thrown through the air by Alex.

“I am getting some breakfast, then going to sit outside and eat it,” Quinn groaned, really wishing he could have just not been spotted.

“Alone?” His younger brother questioned, knowing that it was likely that he wouldn’t be alone.

“For gods sake Jack,” Quinn replied, “Y/N isn’t feeling too good so I’m hoping some fresh air and food helps her, okay?” All Jack could do was nod, he was pretty preoccupied with all of his hockey friends so didn’t really have much time to spend with Y/N but was glad she was being friendly with his older brother.

The cool wind hit Y/N as soon as she stepped outside and Quinn noticed immediately. He excused himself quickly before speeding into the laundry room to find one of his mums spare blankets. A large fluffy blanket engulfed Y/N, immediately warming her up. She thanked Quinn profusely but his only response was a blush.

“Eat some food then have some Advil,” Quinn instructed. “We can always take the boat out later because sea air is the best air.”

“Just the two of us?” Y/N asked, really hoping that it would be a chill day.

“If that’s what you want, yeah, just the two of us,” Quinn confirmed. “Let’s eat then we can get the boat ready.” She nodded, looking forward to another day out on the water.

~~

The cool breeze floated over Y/N’s skin as she drank out of the travel mug Quinn had prepared for her with some peppermint tea. She sat next to Quinn as he aimlessly directed the boat along the lake. Sometimes she even steered the boat, reaching over over Quinn’s lap. That was until he had enough and pulled her onto his lap.

His hand found presence on her thigh, thumb rubbing semi circles on the jeans she wore. Y/N settled into his touch, slowly sipping on her tea, which had cooled down sufficiently for her to drink.

There were only two more days until she left to return to Jersey, back to a job where she ground coffee beans and made the most ridiculous caffeine concoctions for those doing summer school in Jersey. The occasional banker or lawyer would pop in because the queue was usually shorter than ones in the centre of town.

“You’ll come visit when you’re playing in Jersey right?” Y/N asked meekly, not too sure if Quinn would want to keep the friendship they had going.

“Of course,” he replied, shifting slightly so that his whole hand was now sitting on her thigh. “I can’t deal with Jack and Luke on my own.”

Y/N replied with an awkward smile and nod of her head. She knew she wouldn’t be the only reason he was in Jersey and that was okay.

“It’ll be great to see you too,” Quinn finally got out. He felt a tug towards Y/N whenever she was around, he wanted to be around her, he wanted to talk to her. He enjoyed the time they had spent together even if it was Jack who introduced them.

“I’d like to see Vancouver too,” she spoke, trying to convince herself that she could do this. “I’ve never been to the West Coast.” A small smile graced Quinn’s face, hoping he had read the signals right.

“Vancouver is nice,” he said, “not as nice as here though. I’d pick being back home over Vancouver any day. I’m back end of August if you want to come visit, get away from Jack at the start of training camp.”

“I’d like that,” she replied, turning her head around to look at Quinn. He moved the thumb that was resting on her thigh to slowly draw around her bottom lip, eyes flicking between her lips and her eyes. “Kiss me Quinn.”

He didn’t need any more convincing as he pressed his hips to hers in a sweet kiss. The pair shared a few more kisses before Y/N pointed out a small island where they could dock the boat and sit on the beach for a few hours.

Quinn opened out the picnic blanket on the sandy ground, before quickly popping back onto the boat to grab a few drinks. Y/N and Quinn both cracked open a can of soda before digging a small hole to rest the can in when they weren’t holding it.

She kicked her sandals off, encouraging Quinn to do the same. He complied, not realising that Y/N was going to drag him into the water. Looking back to the blanket, Quinn thought he would be able to throw his shirt over to it so he could give it to Y/N if she got too many of her clothes wet.

It didn’t go as he planned as the wind caught his shirt, blowing it back into the water. Quinn watched as she started laughing at him, not with malice.

She was beautiful.

~~

“Quinn,” Y/N giggled as she rounded the corner. Quinn was trying to lift her up and place her into a fireman’s hold over his shoulder but she wasn’t having any of it. She darted out of his grasp as soon as she noticed what he was thinking. They looked like two young lovers spending a summer holiday on the lake.

Jack looked out of the window to see who was causing the noise, thinking it was one of their neighbours but was pleasantly surprised when he saw his brother and best friend. Inviting Y/N out to Michigan was one of the best things he had ever done. Jack hoped that the pair would end up hitting it off, but going back to Jersey with a potential sister-in-law was certainly not on his mind.

Life might be better in Hoboken, but holidays are better in Michigan.

[splinnters]

ooh what about omnigender zane! i've been 'rewatching' ninjago (well as much as one can when the last time you saw the show was nine years ago and you don't remember shit) and i just feel like zane has all the genders ever, idk, i just think he's neat!

I thought I deleted this ask for a sec— anyway! omnigender Zane! this is so good actually I love it so much :,) all pronouns for Zane they deserve it

omnigender zane pride month headcanons!

Zane didn’t really understand the concept of gender, mostly because his father never brought it up and it isn’t the most common conversation to have with your friends. all he knew was that his pronouns were he/him, because that’s what everybody called him by

she started using other pronouns for herself when she met Nya, because she was the first person Zane had become friends with that used she/her pronouns. Zane found she liked the sound of she/her and started using them, but never told anybody else

then he meets PIXAL, and that’s when things really change. PIXAL is wonderful, and Zane ends up shyly asking her if she can also use she/her pronouns for him. she obliged immediately, and slowly but surely the rest of the ninja also interchanged pronouns for Zane

some of them have a harder time with it, Jay especially because of his awful memory, but Zane doesn’t mind. she understands, and she finds that she doesn’t have much of a preference anyway

it’s Lloyd who finally asks what Zane’s gender is. Zane is cooking and Lloyd is watching, then asks, “Zane, are you a girl?” and Zane is taken aback, saying something like, “I suppose I’m not… my body is supposed to be male” to which Lloyd points out your gender doesn’t have to match your body. Zane tells him that she’ll have to think about it

that’s when he really starts researching it, and finds all sorts of pronouns that he didn't know existed. he tries to decide on just one, but finds that he can’t. he finds the words “transgender” and “non-binary”, but none of them feel right

eventually they go to PIXAL. PIXAL, who always has an answer for everything, PIXAL, who will help without question. and all she says is, “what do YOU feel like?”

Zane thinks about it. she feels like a girl, she feels like a boy, she feels like neither, she feels like both at the same time. it’s all so fluid and overlapping. it doesn’t quite match her usual yes-or-no idea of things. PIXAL, to her credit, lets him freak out a little before explaining that he doesn’t have to decide anything, in fact, he might never find a label for how he feels. after all, PIXAL never did. the two of them talk about it for a while after, but eventually Zane settles on not knowing, at least for a while

months later, Zane overhears Lloyd talking to one of his old Darnley’s friends, saying, “yeah, Zane uses all pronouns. we just switch off whenever. she’s, like, omnigender”

they research the term with PIXAL, and the flag is very pretty, and Zane feels so excited and so relieved at the same time. they don’t ever tell the other ninja. they don’t really need to, the real challenge had been figuring it out for themself

the other ninja still switch off with pronouns, and once and awhile Lloyd comes to him with new pronouns he thinks Zane will like. Zane accepts all of them

(PIXAL orders him an omnigender flag and he hangs it above his bed. Cole tells him it’s pretty)

[spaceagebachelormann]

dex dizznee headcanons

★ mars thoughts — alternate title is dex (marlees version) <3

★ warnings — theres like. a mention of the maze runner so spoilers for the death cure (book/movie 3)!!

★ m. list || kotlc m.list || navigation

okay so

he is actually the funniest and most sarcastic person ever

he can’t go five minutes without making fun of something or someone (affectionately) or saying something that makes the whole room burst out laughing

HE IS DATING KEEFE!! KEEFEX IS REAL

actually no scratch that he’s simultaneously dating both jensi and keefe it’s polyamory <3

also btw he has a super great music taste (the banner for these hcs <3)

like mainly he listens to old songs sophie showed him, mainly sad ones

his favourite artists are frank sinatra, brenda lee, nat king cole, elvis presley, elton john, ABBA, david bowie, joan jett, TLC, october country, madonna, weezer….

but he also likes some newer artists!! like taylor swift, lana del rey, clairo, mac demarco and stuff like that :))

he shamelessly lovingly bullies people for this music tastes, telling them “your homework is to listen to some real music. get inspired.” (THE BANNER) and hands them a list of artists he listens to that he basically just carries around for the purpose of that

btw he’s the kotlc equivalent of irish. i dare you to tell me otherwise.

he gets it from keslers side of the family, and he owns a kilt but will never ever EVER wear it because according to him “it’s a disgrace to humanity”

his accent always makes people laugh, like because all of his friends have either no accent or different accents it doesn’t really come out with them, but sometimes it’ll poke through and people will laugh

or they’ll ask him to read some insane sentence in his accent and he’ll do it because he loves it when people laugh cause he did/said something funny

also this guy is PETTY and JEALOUS and has slight ANGER ISSUES that he picked up from fitz

real quick: separate hc that dex picks up stuff from his friends without realizing it

he once went and rewrote a whole essay just to prove a point to fitz

and he once filled keefes shoes with rice because he talked to sophie for 6 minutes and dex for 3

and he once got pissed than his shoes were muddier than usual

i love flawed dex

k moving on

remember when i said he’s always making fun of people affectionately?? yeah i have more to add about that

like he’s still very funny and known for his loving bullying, but he knows exactly what and what not to say and when or when not to say it

he genuinely cares about the people around him, and when they need to. uh. idk talk to someone?? he’s there and knows exactly what to say and waits for an opportunity to say something mean, but in a way that it’s clearly a joke and will cheer the person up a bit

now, if he made the person upset, he immediately feels terrible and tries to make it right cause he’s able to admit when he made a mistake

if someone else made that person upset, they better pray he never finds their ass because they will be in tears by the time he’s done making fun of them

he’s rlly good at pinpointing who likes who, who doesn’t like who, and can also easily tell who likes him and he considers this his superpower

one time he gripped biana on the shoulders and said “biana. you like sophie.” and then did the same to sophie later

also this mf is BLIND. he refuses to wear glasses because he doesn’t like the way he looks with them

but he wears contacts

and he will never tell anyone this.

he can’t cook for shit, but he CAN bake!! because it has fractions and he’s good at math

he kinda just makes cupcakes and brownies because their keefes and jensi’s favourites

he has been known to blast the mamma mia soundtrack and/or evermore at 2am

his favourites are dorothea and SOS

oh btw i know if said the dizznees have hooked noses before, and i stand by it.

doesn’t matter what you say, the dizznees with the exclusion of kesler and inclusion of edaline, have hooked noses

and he is not! insecure about it! he likes his nose because according to him, he can, “smell everyone’s bullshit from a mile away”

he doesn’t read a lot, but when he does it’s hard to get him to stop

most of them are human books sophie has on her bedside table

he likes murder mysteries and dystopian novels <33

specifically the maze runner and a good girls guide to murder

he sent sophie a 8 page long double sided paragraph about how angry he was when (MAZE RUNNER SPOILERS) newt died

and another one that was even longer about how much he loves ravi singh

his room is almost always messy

he doesnt have the patience (or enough ability to care enough) to clean it

tbh dex seems like one of them mfs who kisses peoples cheeks as a greeting/goodbye.

like he’ll lean in and just mwah <3 and then he says bye/hi like it’s nothing

he’s very big on platonic kisses

ALSO HES SUPER CLOSE WITH HIS MOM

can be classified as a mommas boy

if dex knows something, juline knows it too and cue the judgemental stares

oh btw he’s either 5’5 at the tallest or 5’9 at the shortest

all the dizzneses are just rlly fuckin tall. not including kesler. tall juline is love tall juline is life.

in my head, and because shannon canonically said at one point that dex was tall, and he’s tall in the official art, he’s a little shorter than fitz

but like only by a little

fitz is 5’11 and 1 cm

dex is 5’10 and 3 cms

yes fitz holds a ruler over his head when they argue

he also adores flowers

sometimes he’ll grab one of his siblings or parents or maybe even one of his friends and they just go on a walk somewhere he can collect a shit ton of flowers

he makes bouquets for his friends and says something mean as he hands it to them

idc what you say he has curly hair he gets from kesler

one time he fucked up while he was messing with something and it had purple streaks for a week

he actually didn’t look that bad but he never lets anyone bring that week up

i always pictured him with light blue eyes but. listen imagine him with dark eyes

when he gets excited you can see them light up and become all sparkly and glittery

that works for both light and dark eyes but shhhh

a huge lover of the 60s-70s era

mainly the early 70s

oh and he sleeps with 8 million stuffed animals thanks for coming to my ted talk

taglist: @literaturewithliz / @presidentroarie

[chaos-vulpix]

Incorrect Legacyverse Quotes

PART 1

Jesse: I need a moment with him.

Secret Ninja Force: Of course.

They leave

Jesse, leaning over Cole′s coffin: Okay, listen here you little shit. I know you’re not dead.

Cole: Yeah, no shit.

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Jesse: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I'll wait.

Cole: You and me!!!

Jesse, tearing up: Okay.

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Olivia: Here’s a fun Christmas idea. We hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to FIGHT whoever else is under it.

Jesse: Olivia no.

Jamie: Mistlefoe.

Jesse: Please stop encouraging them.

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Jay: HELP! I TOLD NYA I’D COOK DINNER TONIGHT BUT I CAN’T COOK! 

Cole, pouring milk directly into the cereal bag: And you thought I could help?

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Olivia: Let me show you a picture from last night that really upset me. 

Puffer: Okay, but in my defence, Four-Eyes bet me 50 cents I couldn’t drink all that shampoo. 

Olivia: That’s not what I wanted to- you drank SHAMPOO?!

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Cole: I think we're missing something. 

Zane: Teamwork? 

Jay: Cohesion? 

Kai: A general sense of what we’re doing?

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Zane, about Kai: Apparently we’re getting someone new in the group.

Jay: Are we stealing them?

Cole: New or used?

Zane: Wonderful responses, both of you.

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Jamie, Olivia, and Antonia are sitting on a bench

Jesse: Why do you guys look so sad?

Jamie: Sit down with us so we can tell you.

Jesse sits down

Olivia: The bench is freshly painted.

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Cole: Looking left cause you don’t treat me right.

Jamie: Looking right because you left.

Harumi: Looking up cause you let me down.

Olivia: Looking down cause you fucked up.

Bridget: What is wrong with you guys?

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'Can I copy the homework?'

Jesse: I can help you with it! 

Zane: Yeah, sure. 

Cole: Bold of you to assume I did the homework. 

Lloyd: lol nope. 

Kai: Wait, we had homework?!?!?! 

Olivia: Read 5:55pm

[writersmilex]

*weasels into your inbox* hello!!!!!!!! i heard you were asking for deimos imagines ideas and i am here to provide

we all know that dumb mf can’t cook for shit so maybe the reader teaching him how to cook something simple? or, inversely, deimos teaching reader a skill (sumn to do with tech, probably)

this may be me projecting but deimos seems like he’d be into farm animals, specifically chickens (*hides my status as a college student enrolled in an agriculture-related field behind my back*) so i’m thinking about reader coming back from recon work and going “look what i found :D!!!!!” and pulling a chicken out of their bag and deimos freaking tf out bc! chickem!!!!!! (also deimos gives me “i love big fluffy breeds like buff orpington and brahmas” type vibes ;;)

i’m bad at explaining things dm me if absolutely none of this makes sense

Here we are, I hope you got this. I think I'm still shadowbanned. But I hope you enjoyed it. I did both of your suggestions above.

The Best Times

Art by sharks_sk_art on Twitter

Over the course of years, you have gotten used to the smell of explosions and gunfire, the smell of gunpowder or even the scent of freshly spilt blood doesn't faze you anymore.  But that doesn't mean you turn your head, especially this early in the morning. The smell of something burning hits your nostrils like a train, causing you to wake up right away. Sitting up in your cot, the burning smell becomes stronger and your very first instinct kicks in. "Fire!" You shout and tumble out of your cot. Scrambling to get up while your legs are tangled in the blankets.  You manage to get out of the blankets and you rush to the source of the smell. 

There, in the makeshift kitchen is where you find the source of all this commotion. "Every time I cook it gets a little bit smoky, but that doesn't mean the place is on fire!" Deimos sings through the smoke of whatever he just ruined in the pan over the stove.  "Deimos! What the hell! I thought the place was on fire!" You shout in a panic, the rise of the adrenaline still working in your veins.  Deimos turns to you with a toothy grin, "Oh! Mornin' (Y/n). You're up and fresh today!" He greets cheerfully. As if the kitchen's ceiling isn't completely covered in smoke and ash.  You give him an incredulous look, is he serious? "What are you making?" You ask in a condescending tone, although you're not really in the mood for scolding this early in the morning.  "I'm cookin' some bacon for us. Want some?" He gestures with the spatula to the pan, where a shrivelled-up piece of cole is causing a scene.  You look on at the 'bacon' with disgust, "err, no thanks..." You answer politely, your tone of voice hiding the revolution. 

"Deimos... You kinda, uh... can't cook." You comment, rubbing the back of your neck before running a hand through your unruly hair.   Deimos looks at you, and then gasps in offence, one hand pressed on his chest. "How dare you! I'm a fine cook." He exclaims with pride, although you are not impressed in the slightest.  "cut it out Deimos... You'll burn down the kitchen one day, here." You discard the burned cole and grab a new pan from one of the cupboards. "Let me show you, how to cook bacon." You step in front of the smoker and take the now ruined pan and place it in the sink to let it cool off. "Still got any?" You ask him, he nods and points at the slightly broken fridge from where he most likely got the meat from. 

You manoeuvre around him and look inside the fridge for a used package of bacon, with still some remaining meat inside it.  "Teaching me cooking, mom?" Deimos teases, you as he watches you work. He leans forward slightly in interest at what you are showing him.  "Now, to prevent you from burning anything again, I'm going got show you how to cook bacon as a starter. Watch closely." You order while using liquid butter in the pan and let it eat up. The stove is not too damaged and can still be used without problems. 

~~~~

"I didn't know you had to put butter in the pan," Deimos comments while watching over your shoulder at the roasting meat. Using a new spatula, you successfully flip the bacon to the other side. "well, bacon has a lot of fat on its own. But just a little extra in there to ensure it doesn't burn." You explain gesturing with your spatula to the cooking meat.  Deimos flashes his shark-like teeth in a bright grin. "You gotta teach me to cook more often!" He beams, and you can't help but offer a tiny smile in return. 

"Will do, Deimos... Will do."

~~~~

It is the simple moments with a bright spirit like Deimos that make your life worth living. A little bit of light in this dark world of nothing but violence, Deimos' presence felt like a breath of fresh air you didn't have for what felt like years. You felt the dire need to thank him for all the good times brought into your life... But you're not sure how just yet.

Your train of thought is derailed when a door to the barracks slams open, a very angry-looking Deimos stomps in, throwing his bag into his cot and rummages through it for a pack of cigarettes, and then he storms back out again. He and his pal Sanford have been away for a few days, out on a mission to gather info from an Aahw outpost. Usually, Deimos is there to greet you cheerily when they return from a mission. Something has definitely gone wrong on this expedition of theirs.  And just when Deimos leaves, Sanford enters the barracks while looking quite defeated.  "What happened to you? And what's up with him?" You ask, gesturing to the door to the barracks.  Sanford lets out a long sigh and runs a hand over his bandana. "Failed mission." He answers simply. "He's taking it personally." Sanford nods his head towards the entrance, a sudden crash is heard from outside, and Sanford sighs loudly. "Give him a minute to cool off." a couple more loud thuds from outside, indicates that Deimos is throwing a tantrum or either getting rid of his frustration with some more physical violence. 

You're kind of worried to be honest, whatever has gone wrong on this mission that would make Deimos act too frustrated. You don't really want to know to be honest. But one thing you do know is just how to cheer him up. Together with that, you found during your scavenging task from this morning.

~~~~

A moment later, right outside the barracks is where you find Deimos; who has calmed down at this point. Sitting on a crate of ammo, smoking away. Several used butts surrounded him, along with a couple of smaller spilt ammo boxes that he presumably knocked over out of rage.

"all cooled off?" You ask while approaching him, your hands shoved in your pockets. Deimos spits out the now-used cigarette into the sand. "Yeah, I guess..." He huff and pushes himself off of the crate. His arms sway loosely by his sides as he saunters in your direction. "I could've shown I've got it."He complains, kicking a random pebble away.  That failed mission really had him bummed out, you hope this surprise you have for him cheers him up back to his old self.  You look at him sincerely, "I have something to show you Deimos." Your comment makes Deimos perk up. His whole expression gleamed with intrigue. "Somethin' to show? Moi?" He puts his hand on his chest in surprise.  You smile and nod with enthusiasm. You turn around and beckon Deimos to come and follow you. 

You take Deimos out to your buggy, in the back of the buggy is your storage crate. "Wait here." You say and he skips to a halt, rocking on his heels impatinely while you run out to your storage crate.  "Get ready." You say playfully while grabbing the lid of the crate. Deimos leans forward with interest.  Once you lift the lid, a fast and small creature flutters out of the crate, bronze feathers scatter about as the creature lands on the ground. Once the being is still; it turns out to be a chicken. A fluffy looking and robust, bronze featherd chicken.  "whoa!" Deimos gapes at the feathered creature in wonder. "That's a hecking chicken!" He exclaims and points at the chicken. The chicken caws and flaps it's wings, then it scuttles away. Deimos is quick to run after it. "THANKS (Y/N)!!!!" He screams just when he runs after the the quacking creature. 

You watch Deimos sprint after the chicken for several minutes until he finally catches it. He looks on at you with pride while he jogs back to you and your buggy, presenting the farm animal in his arms. You applaud happily when Deimos reaches you. A grin toothy grin you love so much back on his face where it belongs. 

"You got this fella for me?" He asks, and you confirm with a nod. His grin grows large in a nearly impossible way. Your little plan had worked after all and Deimos is a happy guy once again. 

___________________________________________ There it took me long enough, I hope you got this request as I appear to be shadowbanned for the time being (until I get a response to my message to the support team)  Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this. 

[fictionalreads]

Love is Blind Season 3 Episode 9

Nancy and Bartise

Can’t lie. This bracelet idea is cute.

….she’s never had ribs? Girl where have you been all your life.

I want him to get a haircut. I try not to harp on these things often but it’s bothering me.

Alexa and Brennon

I’m down for prenups but I don’t know if I’m down for signing a contract that says I still have to take care of somebody after divorce. I’m more of an even split type of prenup person.

Now I like the idea of the chuppah.

He has a bike? He surprises me.

OH THIS IS TOO CUTE! He had them replay their moments!

I feel like to the people who know them, this match up would be surprising. But to me, someone who didn’t have prior knowledge of them, I can see why they work. I get why they’d be a match but a surprising one.

Zanab and Cole

They’re growing on me again.

He should do something sweet to like. Represent her parents.

They’re so cute.

LMAO She is attacking his cooking skills

I just hope this doesn’t turn into an argument.

Okay this seems a little out of left field.

Cole….did you really just say that? And to think I was rooting for you.

Matt and Colleen

He’s finally meeting her parents. I forgot that he hadn’t yet.

Gonna be honest, they bore me.

Quit talking over her. Shut the hell up and listen.

Girl stop saying like every two second. Please.

See this is why she’s at a no.

SK and Raven

They are boring. I really try to give them the benefit of the doubt, but they bore me. Even their “playful” moments are boring.

God the cameras are still on them.

Miscellaneous

These people are bold to have all this shit on camera and speak about private shit in front of other people. I could never.

[smittenzs]

Random ninjago headcanons lets go

Keep in mind that these are just my personal headcanons. Also I'm not all the way through the show yet (halfway through season five) so please dont @ me if something contradicts the canon lol.

Since Cole is one of my comfort characters these might mostly feature him....oops

also poly ninja exists here too. (all fluff)

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Cole can play electric guitar and bass guitar like, really well. The others (mostly kai) will constantly ask him to play something for them but he hardly ever does because he's kinda shy about it. Although he can be swayed with a few kisses on the cheek.

Cole's MLM

Kai's bisexual with no specific preference. If he finds you hot he finds you hot that's kinda how he looks at it. He doesn't really care about labels that much so he just sticks with bi for simplicity's sake.

Jay's bi as well and just like Kai he doesn't really have a preference.

Zane radiates pan vibes for me. He will find someone attractive regardless of gender.

Cole and Kai like to play a game called "Say It" where they will chase each other around and try pin each other down. You can either escape or surrender. If you surrender you have to say "It" which is basically just sucking up to the person who pinned you.

Whenever Lava play's "Say It" they end up breaking shit in the process. It drives Zane crazy because he's the one who has to fix whatever they broke.

Zane tries to keep Kai from cooking as much as possible. It's not that he can't cook, its that ever since he discovered his powers, he INSISTS on using them instead of the stove. He has set the kitchen on fire MULTIPLE times.

Cole is banned too and that's because he can't cook whatsoever.

Jay is a cuddlebug. He's constantly asking for cuddles. Luckily his boyfriends are happy to grant him cuddles

Kai doesn't like to admit it but he's a cuddlebug too. He's constantly laying in Cole's arms, which Cole doesn't mind at all. Although he will tease Kai about it.

Kai's the shortest of the group. Him and Jay are around the same height but Jay still makes fun of him for being short (even though its like a one inch difference)

When Kai gets really mad he'll start to exhale smoke and his hair will start to light on fire. He will also leave burn marks on the floor, like Ruby from Steven Universe.

Zane and Cole hardly ever spar with each other because the matches always go on forever. Cole's (physically) the strongest member of the team, and Zane is a nindroid. Sooo yeah.

Although whenever they DO spar, Kai and Jay watch from the sidelines and hardcore fanboy over them.

okay thats it lol maybe I'll have more later

[sockendrache]

-tw food-

The main thing I notice about being a teenager is being hungry all the damn time-

I couldn’t help but wonder how the hell Lloyd felt after being forced through puberty, like- he probably went from eating tiy kid-portions to putting away so much food that he was putting Cole’s appetite to shame.

I’m talking

Zane having to cook double the amounts for dinner because Lloyd wouldn’t just need seconds, he’d often end up with 4 or 5 potions. 

Lloyd hoarding food in his room, just out of instinct. He probably hadn’t really had a consistent food-supply as a kid, being homeless and all before the Ninja scooped him up, so.... I’m just imaging him stuffing loads of pre-packaged snacks under his mattress and eating them in the middle of the night. Sometimes one of the boys wakes up to hear rustling and sees Lloyd fumbling with something under his blanket- they think he’s jerking off but no, he’s just trying to open a Twinkie and doesn’t wanna share

No one dares to steal food from him. The aftermath is even worse than stealing food from Cole

When he’s not training he’s eating all the damn time. And speaking of training, it just increases his appetite even more

Deep conversations with Lloyd at 3 am by the kitchen-table become the new normal, since everyone stumbled over Lloyd eating leftovers or cereal at night at least once.

They have so many flyers of takeout-places and restaurants lying around because sometimes, he just can’t be bothered to cook or ask Zane for something to eat

“If I knew I’d be so hungry all the fucking time I would’ve portioned the sweets I stole with Pythor.” “Really?” “Probably not.”

He’s just slightly ashamed how the trashcan keeps overflowing with packaging and candy-wrappings. Instead of just changing the bag more frequently he takes to hiding the wrappers behind furniture (it goes well until their next spring-cleaning and Lloyd has to explain why there’s candy wrappers everywhere)

Gets so fucking moody when he’s hungry. No one leaves the bounty anymore without some trail mix or protein bars on them

Also becomes incredibly food-motivated. Like a cat or something.

Idk man, hungry, moody, teenager-Lloyd. Rewatching the seasons rn and I feel like he grew up without feeling any side-effects of being forced through puberty- this boy’s already packing so much trauma and went through so much shit, what’s going through puberty in comparison to, idk, constantly being kidnapped by snakes