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whatareyousearchingfordean · 10 months

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Grandpa Ackles

Summary: Y/n was enjoying her husband’s new style post Supernatural, that is until a certain pair of glasses come onto the scene. How will Jensen feel about her teasing?

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Word Count: 1.7K+

Warnings: Language, age gap (implied), unprotected sex (don’t be silly..)

Author’s Note: This baby was born from a little razzing session I had with @winchest09 and @deanwanddamons regarding those glasses Jensen wore. It quickly turned into this mess that I forgot about in my drafts. I hope you enjoy it. As always I would love to hear your feedback xoxo Alex

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The love and support of the Supernatural fandom had been the spark that helped Jensen to come out of his shell. From singing at conventions to releasing his album and everything in between. He was far more at ease now than he had been back in 2005. But the truth was she hadn’t seen him blossom more than since the series finally wrapped. From getting to grow out his hair and the relentless press junket for The Boys, he’s been getting to show off his creativity and style like never before. Most of the time she was behind him all the way, but today’s choice had her questioning the man she had married.

They were currently on set with Entertainment Weekly doing yet another interview. Y/n had followed her husband across Europe and now Los Angeles to support him in his recent endeavor. Now she found herself standing behind the cluster of monitors that showed each camera angle. Naturally, she was focused on Jensen, but not for the reason one would expect.

It was like a train wreck, something she couldn’t look away from no matter how hard she tried. Her husband had first slipped the blue-tinted glasses onto his perfect face when they were about to walk out of the dressing room. At first, she had thought they were sunglasses and she was rightfully confused about him putting them on at that moment, but he walked right onto the set with them still in place and that’s when it hit her. They were a statement piece for his outfit.

God, she loved her husband but she was seriously questioning his choices. The black-framed glasses were ever so slightly to big for his face. The lens appeared prescription strength in the way that they distorted his eyes to appear larger than reality. Sure, he wore reading glasses periodically at home but never had they made it into any sort of interview or red carpet before. Though he wouldn’t admit it to her, she knew it made him self-conscious about his age, especially considering the difference between them. So she would tell him how much she loved them, which wasn’t even the tiniest bit of a lie. Those glasses framed his face well and made him look refined. These on the other hand, well, as much as she tried to love them, it simply wasn’t happening.

The interview lasted roughly an hour before they were back in his dressing room to pack up their things. Once he had cleared out the dressing room they hopped into a car to take them back to their hotel. Y/n waited with bated breath for him to remove the glasses, but he never so much as acknowledged them. Jensen conversed politely with her until they made it back to their suite. She plopped down onto the edge of the bed, watching him as he began to unpack his bag from the day.

“Are you going to tell me why you keep looking at me like that?” He questioned finally, his one eyebrow quirking at her.

“I-” Y/n chewed on the corner of her lip while she tried to find the words. “What is with the glasses?”

“What do you mean?” Jensen crossed his eyes, playfully attempting to look at the specs without taking them off.

“Did you lose a bet…” her words trailed off, earning her a frown from her husband.

“You don’t like my glasses.” It wasn’t a question.

“I don’t… not like them,” she tried with a smile but her husband knew her better than that. Jensen crossed his arms with a warning look, asking her to tell the truth. “Okay fine, they look like a bad 70’s accessory. I’m sorry, baby, but they are not it.”

“These are Gucci,” he defended. Y/n hid her mouth behind her fingers, stifling a smile at his knee-jerk reaction to her opinion.

“I know this, and I love you, but just because you are playing, as you call him, a grandpa, doesn’t mean you need to dress like one.” Y/n made air quotes with her fingers as she talked. She knew she was digging herself a hole but damn it if she couldn’t stop talking.

“Whatever, I need to change,” he scoffed as he began undoing the buttons on his shirt. The blatant roll of his eyes told her he was over this conversation but that didn’t stop what slipped out next.

Y/n cupped her hands around her mouth and whispered, “Start with the glasses.”

Jensen froze, his eyes narrowing at his wife. She smiled at him, her tongue peeking out between her teeth. Before she could blink he darted towards her, his arms encompassing her as he tackled her into the bed. A shriek left her mouth as the couple barreled into the plush furniture, quickly dissolving into giggles as he pinned her to the mattress.

“Careful, Jay, don’t need you breaking a hip.” Her words came out between snickers. She was quick to realize how worked up she had gotten him.

“Funny, you weren’t saying that two days ago,” Jensen encompassed her with his form, one hand on either side of where her head lay.

“Guess that was before I realized how close you might be to needing help from a little blue pill…” She let the words hang in the air, watching her husband’s jaw drop.

“You gonna regret that,” he mumbled, dropping his voice as he cocked his head.

“Promise?” Y/n bit her lip, a final challenge before Jensen dove in, capturing her lips with his own. Immediately she melted into the comforter, her hands moving to finish his job of undoing his top. Her work was distracted as the actor trailed his pillow-soft lips down her jaw and neck, using his tongue to suck the tender flesh into his mouth. A moan fell from her lips as he nipped her collarbone, the action egging him on. When she finally popped the last button, she hurriedly pushed the thin fabric from his shoulders.

Jensen sat back on his legs, working open his belt and jeans as Y/n lifted her dress over her head. He let out a low whistle, letting his eyes roam down the expanse of her body, now just in a pair of panties.

“I’m waiting, Grandpa,” she smirked, raising her arms above her head to emphasize her breasts for him.

“Damnit woman,” he grunted, now in a hurry to rid them both of their offending bottoms. Once they were both exposed to the other, Jensen leaned back over her, again capturing her lips with his own in a heated kiss. He sucked her lower lip between his teeth as his hands ran down her curves. The action set her nerves aflame, warmth amalgamating low in her belly.

In a second, his warmth was gone, and his large hands were flipping her onto her stomach. She rose to her hands and knees without a second thought, knowing that Jensen was not going to do her the courtesy of prepping her for him. The woman got no warning before her husband entered her from behind, his cock stretching her in every delicious and agonizing way. Her chin dropped to her chest as he set a grievously slow pace where she could feel every inch of him.

“Fuck, Jay. Faster, please?” The words were a breathy plea on her lips.

“What was that, baby?”

“I need more,” she reiterated. Jensen ran his fingers through her hair before gently tugging on the strands, pulling her frame up and flush against his own. His arms wrapped around her torso, the new muscles she loved so much dwarfing her body as he drove into her, faster with every thrust. His grunts were low, but deafening from their proximity to her. The sound was like music to her ears, each one helping to push her closer to the edge of oblivion.

“Look at you, so wrecked from taking me like a good girl,” Jensen breathed out, his praises earning a whimper from his lover. “Do you think you deserve to come?”

“Oh, fuck.” It was the only thing her brain could formulate at the moment. She knew this was a torture of her own creation. Y/n had pushed him to prove himself, knowing full well what would come of it, and damn it if she wasn’t regretting that now. The thing was he absolutely would deny her if she didn’t grovel. And it wouldn’t be the first time either.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Nobody can fuck me like you. My body is yours.” It was the truth and had been since that first night together so many years ago. He had thoroughly ruined her for anyone else and still to this day proves that he knows her body better than herself. “I can’t come without you.”

“It’s a start,” he murmured, his game punctuated with every thrust of his hips. His left hand traveled up to her throat, applying light pressure just above her collarbone.

“Please.” She was nowhere near above begging him for release.

“Since you asked nicely,” Jensen finally relented, using his opposite hand to press against her clit. The combination of sensations sent her over the cliff like a switch had been flipped. She squeezed her eyes shut, fighting the overwhelming sensations he continued to deliver until he too finished, rutting against her as he spilled himself inside her.

His grip against her loosened and he let her back against the hotel comforter, taking care to keep her steady on her trembling legs. Y/n rolled over onto her back, staring blankly at the ceiling as her breathing evened out. Her husband joined her, resting his head against her stomach. Mindlessly her fingers came down to run through his long blonde locks.

“Still think I need the blue pill?” He asked and she could feel him smile against her abdomen.

“Fuck you,” she huffed out a laugh.

“I think you just did.”

“Ugh, fine, you win this one, Ackles,” Y/n playfully pushed her husband from her side. “But next, time don’t expect me to cave so easily.”

“Oh?” One of his eyebrows shot up on his forehead and immediately she regretted her words. The actor was on her before she had a chance to blink, ready to prove himself as many times as it would take.

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fishsticksloser · 1 year

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Mikey SFW HCs

Warnings: opinions, fluff

A/N: You know how Spotify has those Daily Mixes? I listen to them sometimes to find new songs, but it just plays the songs I have in my playlist... >:[

Raph | Leo | Donnie

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

The most affectionate out of all of them.

He's also the easiest to notice due to his love languages being Touch and Words of Affirmation.

Though he isn't the biggest fan of PDA, he does like holding your hand and kissing your temple when in public.

He also thoroughly enjoys hyping you up. Mikey is the #1 hype man.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves his hands, it's what he uses to make art.

It probably is the same for you. He likes your hands because he can hold them and you can hold him with them. He also likes kissing your palms when he's distracted.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Massive cuddler.

Once again, his main love language is physical touch, so cuddling is a no brainer to him.

He loves any position, whether you're holding him or he's holding you. As long as you're touching, Mikey doesn't care.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He does want to settle down.

He's a great cook, loves cooking. Mikey is the chef of the family.

But... He's not very clean. Sure, he'll clean what he uses in the kitchen but he has a tendency to not clean his room.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

If he had to?

He definitely wont Dr. Delicate Touch his way out of it.

Mikey really doesn't want to hurt your feelings, but he'd be honest. He'd get a little into Dr. Feelings to try and make sure he didn't hurt you.

Of course, break ups hurt, he knows that. But he doesn't want it to seem like it was all you and not him.

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He'd wait a while. He's the baby of the family.

Mikey would definitely have a conversation about the future of your relationship and the future in general.

He'd probably wait a few years before asking.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He razzes his tazz a lot with you, but he can also be really gentle. Ultimately it's up to what's going on.

Emotionally, he's probably the gentlest without babying you. He'll make you comfortable before ever making you talk about your feelings, making sure you know it's a safe place.

The only ones who aren't allowed to be comfortable (they know they're safe, but Mikey jumps right into the issue) are Donnie and Leo because the more comfy they are, the less they talk.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Huge hugger, he's the one that initiates most of the hugs.

He'll hug you every chance he gets.

His hugs very. Sometimes they're playful and giggly, other times they're full of love.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

A little like Leo, but instead of it coming out of left field, he planned to say it, but he accidently said it at a different time than he planned.

It wasn't set in stone, but it was a weird time to say it.

He waits until he feels like the words are actually true, he doesn't want to love bomb you.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Mikey doesn't get jealous very often, it takes a lot to get him jealous.

But when he does... Dr. Delicate Touch comes out.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Most of the times his kisses are short and sweet. On very few occasions have they been different.

He loves kissing your nose and lips. Mikey enjoys your smile when he kisses either of those places.

Anywhere, literally anywhere. He loves feeling love through your kisses.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

The best with kids.

He really likes hanging out with kids because they're so creative and don't care how good/bad their drawings are.

He just isn't sure if he wants his own or not, he's leaning towards yes.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He gets up decently early. 7-8am.

If he gets up too late, he'll feel like crap the rest of the day.

But mornings with him are fun. He makes breakfast and loves when you help. He'll teach you new things, like how to make eggs benedict.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He pretty much goes to bed whenever, normally after Raph but before Leo.

Mikey will do anything to cuddle with you during the night.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Normal first date kind of things come immediately. Favorite color, animal, whatever.

But things like Draxum and other Hidden City/mutant things he'll keep to himself until you're a permeant part of his life. He doesn't want to put you in any more danger than necessary.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He's very patient. With you anyways.

Not so much with his brothers.

But he doesn't get angry very often, he knows how to get his anger out without hurting anyone.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He's very good at remembering things.

Sometimes he forgets things you say in passing, but overall, he's really good about remembering what you say.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Your first kiss.

When he asked you out.

Taking you to his first art show.

He rolls around on his bed, giggling and blushing when he thinks about these memories.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Mikey can be pretty protective, but he knows that you can take care of yourself.

Though, he does check in and make sure you got to your destination safely.

He doesn't need much protection, just give him space to vent and let his guard down.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He tries incredibly hard.

He doesn't go all out like Leo, but pretty close.

Especially for anniversaries.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He bites his nails and the skin around them.

Mikey also bounces a lot, even when sitting. It can sometimes be annoying.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not too concerned, he wants to look nice but it also isn't the end of the world if everything isn't perfect.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Ever since he met you, he can't think of anything or anyone else.

His best art pieces are of you...

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He plays music in his room, almost at full volume. How he hasn't burst his eardrums is the 8th wonder of the world.

He likes painting in Van Gogh and Michelangelo's style. He finds it fun and a good way to learn. Although he prefers Van Gogh.

Acts like he likes FNAF to hang out with Donnie, but is absolutely terrified. Especially after Albearto.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Once again... Don't make fun of his brothers, especially Donnie.

Don't baby him. He already deals with it enough from his dad and brothers.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He talks in his sleep.

Mikey occasionally sleep walks but only after eating a specific thing, still no one know what it is.

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untitled-tmnt-blog · 4 months

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... Okay, so you know that thing where you translate text through a whole bunch of different languages, and then back to English? I was curious.

... I'm entertained by the simplest things.

Full text, before and after translation, below the cut.

Original text:

You love us, you missed us! We're back, baby!

Rat Jitsu and Blue, saving the day!

It's about time! We've been getting our butts kicked after you left us high and dry!

High and dry? Come on, dudes!

When I said, "You got this," I meant that.

Look, I bet the only reason we're here right now is 'cause Donnie inputted coordinates of blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

Mikey razzed his tazz.

April finally used her crane license.

And Raph is gonna put it all together in a plan to defeat that lead-head with this mystic collar!

Wow, Leo, that's remarkably accurate.

English > Spanish > Japanese > Finnish > Albanian > Chinese (Traditional) > Dutch > Arabic > French > German > Lithuanian > English

Final text:

We love and miss you! I'm back baby!

Mouse and blue save the world!

It's time! We have been doing great since you raised us!

Is it expensive and dry? Let's go, everyone!

When I say, "I get it," I mean it.

The only reason we're here now is because Donnie managed to enter the coordinates.

McGee plays Taz.

April finally used her smuggler's license.

Rafe has put it all into his plan to take down his boss with this mysterious necklace!

Wow, Leo, that is very accurate.

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #my post #alt text #many unhappy returns #tmnt #google translate

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bicycleboyblog · 5 months

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Hi! Could I ask if you have any fascinating tidbits to share about the Senator's design? It's interesting how she strikes a balance between tactical wear (the cargo pants, the jacket, the gloves) and more posh choices (the red ascot stands out the most). I think the most interesting thing about her design are the red shades she shares with her soldiers - to me they seem to function as a tool of depersonalization, a way to put a barrier between themselves and others. I just love a good villain, that's all. (You don't have to answer this ask if it's too spoiler-y.)

The Senator is very particular about appearances. Mostly I wanted to hint that she's a fancy lady who comes from a wealthy family (also involved in politics / warfare) and had a stupid amount of money before the apocalypse. She's dressed to the nines her whole life. She has so many outfits that her whole wardrobe remains in excellent condition. She must look perfect and powerful. Ever striving to exude the utmost, maximum masculinity, she favors men's clothes, and jackets that alter her silhouette to give her bigger shoulders. Or just make her bigger in general. The Senator is tall, but lean under her many layers of clothes.

Still, practicality is key. If she goes out on a mission with her men, she will dress in more practical military garb.

She expects her soldiers to conduct themselves the same way, but of course, being their leader, she razzes it up the most. To her if you are beautiful, you are simply worth more. Those who aren't must always strive to be more beautiful. This of course deeply fucks with the people of Fort Anne - they squabble and fall into starkly different classes due to varying levels of perceived "beauty" and "usefulness" (ability to work). Soldiers and leader are worshiped above all.

Her followers admire the fuck out of her, though. So, early on in all this, they got copying her mannerisms, her flowery language, the glasses thing, just clamoring for her approval. She was annoyed at first but came to appreciate it as a powerful tool for control. We haven't seen these guys interact when there isn't a prisoner or outsider present, so. I'll let the comic expand on the glasses.

Related to the role model thing, though -- a common twist in conversation for the soldiers is to battle each other's wits by seeing who can spin the fanciest poetry on the spot, lol. Now you know why they talk silly.

#ask #anonymous #the senator #so many wonderful asks lately and i dont know what to say #who doesnt get pissed about beauty standards i guess. i just wish people could see how beautiful they are. yes that means you too!

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edgelordfucker · 2 years

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Do Belos and reader have any particularly favorite names to be called by each other (whether it’s during sexy time or just sweet sfw)

MDNI - Minors Do Not Interact

Hello, Anon!! Thank you for the ask!! :D 🖤 The reply is a little simple, and for this I apologize. ;-; I hope you enjoy it, anyhow!!

Belos calls you:

(My) Pretty girl/boy

(My) Precious (one/thing)

Beloved

(My) Darling (one)

(My) love

(My) pretty one

Pet

During sex specifically, he’s likely to add ‘little’ somewhere in there, or something else vaguely condescending, like: “My silly little pet” or “You sweet, brave girl/boy”. He’s also very liberal with his use of, “Good girl/boy.”

Depending on your personal preference, he’ll call you a slut or a whore, but I tend to write him as calling the reader that with lots of softening language, like, “Do you want to be my perfect little toy? My personal whore?” or “So lovely, on your knees for me; aren’t you a good little slut?"

Reader calls Belos:

Bibi (He was fucking you silly, and you got tongue tied between Belos/baby, and then it just stuck. He thinks it's very cute.)

Babe/babes/baby

(My) love

My one true love

My only mine

Baby-mine

Daddy

(My) (Pretty) blue-eyed boy/pretty blue eyes (The first time you called him that, he couldn't think for a smooth 15 seconds, and he blushed from his chin to his ears. Luckily, he was wearing the mask, so you didn't notice. Afterwards, he looked at his eyes in the mirror to try and see what you saw. And, occasionally, he'll catch his reflection, remember what you said, and think, 'Hm, I have pretty eyes. :)' And you’re still so casual about it when you call him that! He melts every time - metaphorically.)

You fucking jackass (always used to highlight his Duplicitous Motherfuckerarianism. Like, “Oh? What are you gonna do? Backstab me, you fucking jackass?”) Conceived while the two of you were playing Witch Monopoly for the first, and last, time, and dropped at least once every sequential game night. It gets heated, all in good fun! (Mostly.)

Captain Cringe (it's a bit, no you won't stop, yes it's still funny)

And, once you learn that his name is actually Philip, and he’s a Human Man who does hunt witches, or at least tries to:

Phil (only when you want to get a rise out of him)

Philp (also used to mildly push his buttons)

Flip (which is what you’re most likely to call him in mixed company) or Flipper (for which he is mercilessly bullied by anyone who overhears it.)

Pip

Peeper (he would also be deeply bullied for this one.)

One time you called him ‘General’ in this smokey voice to razz him, and he did get an insta-boner. He’s trying his best to get you to call him that again, but for real and in the bedroom this time.

#emperor belos x reader #belos x reader #the owl house x reader #toh x reader #replies #MDNI #minors do not interact #there's a typo in here somewhere i just fucking know it #ill pry see it as soon as i hit post #my stuff

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skeleton-mischief · 2 months

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Powder Serrif

He's not mentally ill! He's just silly!

Headcanons time baby!!! I'd love to hear your guy's thoughts or even headcanons of your own about Swap Sans!!

- He/Him

- Official height is 5'6 because of his boots

- He deals with constantly trying to be positive, optimistic, and cheering others up. He has to make sure his brother doesn't lose HOPE, that others underground don't lose HOPE

- Imposter syndrome is this man's bestie, he always pushes himself so hard because he feels like he hasn't earned it

- Instead of pasta, he makes tacos since he can't figure out how to quite get it right. Otherwise, he's a good cook and often makes things for his brother

- The older brother, he is in the Royal Guard in this AU because he had to in order to keep him and his brother aloft, to provide safety and a home

- Highly perceptive, yet subtle, he picks up body language quicker than others and uses this to his advantage

- He's protective of his brother, because he worries about him. He doesn't know why his brother has started losing HOPE, and Stretch won't talk to him about it

- He does not have good communication with his brother, even if he tries to get his brother to talk to him about what's wrong

- Lieutenant of the Royal Guard, he works under Alphys and usually stands by her side. When she has her duties, she often brings Powder along because he's pretty good with people a little bit better than her

- Extremely patient, brave, idealistic, optimistic, energetic, confident, persistent, charismatic, open minded, empathetic, assertive, trustworthy, and kind

- Terrifying when angry, it's hard to actually get on his nerves. His brother has rarely ever seen him angry, and it's only been during combat

- Likes puns, and sometimes can be worse than Stretch

- He does not have a good relationship with Gaster, but he did at one point when he was younger. But he left, and Powder never knew why. All he knew is that his baby brother and him were now alone, and he could only remember so little of Gaster. He's hurt, and only can remember him when he dreams. If he ever met him he'd be more hostile, since he feels like his father is pushy and going too fast when he reunites with him

- Does not like fighting an opponent who's actually looking to kill, but will fight for his brother and loved ones. He won't jump into fighting, and often can resolve things peacefully

- A dog person, he actually is rather fond of the dog that appears randomly. Though, his brother would disagree

- Does not curse often but will, since he prefers not ro

- Has enhanced stamina and speed, with high metabolism. However as a drawback, he can very rarely get drunk. He out drinks everyone almost except Wine, Razz, and Carmine. They all are evened out

- He often got overlooked when in the same room as Stretch underground. He keeps this insecurity to himself since he doesn't want Stretch to worry and he doesn't fault him

- Had an insane tiff with Razz, who he fought within a first encounter. The two hated each other and if they didn't fight they'd go into screaming matches. He finds Razz as an obnoxious, overbearing jerk who he can't tolerate. However, the two actually later on became close

- He is distant but slightly overprotective of Stretch

- He loves blueberries/blueberry sweets

- A role model for Cash, Coffee, and Rus

- His magic smells of spearmint and his magic tastes like blueberry

- likes handshakes, fist bumps, and high fives

- wouldn't hesitate to drop everything for his friends, they're deeply important to him

- He loves bear hugs all the way

- Can listen to the most deviously sexual songs and not even flinch

- He cries by blubbering and hates to cry in front of others

- Would call his lover Beloved

- Owns a slick, blue motorcycle

- Stretch used to try and read him bedtime stories and he encouraged it while he was growing up. When he finds it again way later, he would ask Stretch to read it to him for old times sake, even if Stretch was slightly embarrassed

- He believes in Astronauts

- He collects sci-fi figurines, spaceships, etc

- he owns a spaceship bed

- he has a box of astronauts food

- has space themed shirts and even used them to adapt a better style above ground

- He owns a telescope and he is the one to prank you in waterfall

- His laugh is Mweh-heh-heh

- instead of liking dino oatmeal I like to think that he likes astronaut cereal

- Gets up stupid early and trains very well, he's great at combat

- Great at fast thinking and uses strategy to win battles when his opponent is too emotionally reactive. He becomes less emotionally attached during battles

- Extremely touch oriented, he can't stand just sitting down to do nothing

- A workaholic, he was always active underground. Now, when he reaches above the surface, he can't stop himself from trying to handle a lot.

- Don't even think about belittling yourself in front of him, he'll praise you and instantly make you listen by taking initiative

- He dislikes being useless

- Knows sign language pretty well, he taught Stretch

- There's a reason no one catches him sleeping, he's always on his guard around others

- Takes on a more "motherly" role when the other Sanses are around, and that includes scaring them away when it's time for him to clean around the house

- He can control his magic wonderfully, he is just like Cyperus in that department

- He doesn't believe that someone is truly evil, but that doesn't mean that there are people that he'd pummel

- Self reflective, you rarely see him being this way unless you somehow catch him smoking. Good luck with that though

- He was quite lonely until he fell into UT'a world

- He can be brutally honest, to the point that you'll hear something you don't want to hear. However, he tries to avoid doing this

- Adores Napstablook as his celebrity crush

- Serves under Toriel, and the two have a rather peculiar dynamic. He's her friend, and he wishes that he could do more to show that she's not an awful Queen or mother

Closing Notes:

I need him I need him I need him I stg bro I could make him feel better I could be his wife his husband whatever he needs bro

#headcanon #undertale au #sans #alternate universe #he is bbg #hell yeah #swap au #swap sans #underswap #Powder Serrif #my pookie

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rarepair-haven · 3 months

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Razz x Fell, which I call Blackcherry or Razzcherry. I think their dynamic would just be grumpy, tiredRazz x Fell, which I call Blackcherry or Razzcherry. I think their dynamic would just be grumpy, tired guy (Fell) x another grumpy guy who adds on to his problems (Razz). they're both from violent and unforgiving environments so it wouldn't be hard for them to bond with each other. tho,, their love language would consist of insulting and yelling at each other. with the occasional angsty moments. bc they've been through a lot and need someone to depend on when everyone else has failed them.

Razz: "WHAT THE HELL YOU DOING HERE!??"

Fell: "i'm here to save your sorry ass!"

Razz: "I DIDN'T ASK YOU TO RESCUE ME. I'M NOT SOME BABY BONES!!"

Fell: "ha! i can never tell the difference."

Razz: *grumbling noises*

Fell: "now, shut up so i can heal you."

I think I’ve seen some people use Rottencherry for it, like how Rottenberry is for blue/razz. But yea they’d be very angrily in love together

#mod classic #ask #rottencherry

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lee-hoots · 5 months

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I love these sillies so much...

Nergal Zyme belongs to @the-c0nquerer-w0rm

A little explanation as to why I'm posting this here!

Hi! I'm Razz and I'm the creator of @asksiddy , i kinda wanted to have an account to post art that isn't related to Noir and have my own silly little posts because as hard as it is to believe, i do have other characters! So i recycled this old abandoned account to make it into a more broad account where i can share art like the one above!

Also pardon if my grammar is a little wonky, english is not my first language and I'm still very much learning how to pu ctuate properly in it-

Anyway enough of my mindless rambling, enjoy my favourite angsty gay couple from Tumultus!

#TumultusSqyme #helluva boss mention #screencap redraw #original character #digital art #au art

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antimattercontainment · 7 months

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🩷🩵💔 - for the TMNT ask game!

Thanks for the ask! I'll be drawing from TMNT 2003 and Rise to answer these, as those are the two iterations that I know best. So! In no particular order:

🩷 - Top 3 moments that warm my heart:

TMNT 2003 S02E25: The Big Brawl (Part 3)

Donatello: "Don't even think about touching him!"

At this moment, Donny still suspects that Usagi was the one who poisoned Leo, so he's pretty prickly with our favorite rabbit samurai. I love this scene because it's a great example of Donny being protective of his family. Plus, there's just something about the turtle who's generally regarded as the weakest fighter of his family fiercely protecting the one who's regarded as the strongest.

See the rest under the cut vvv

Rise of the TMNT: S01E15a: Mind Meld

Raph: "Is it my skate-hawks idea? You see, they're hawks! That we strap to ourselves! And then--!"

Leo: "You say the word, I'm ready to go wrangle some hawks!"

This is obviously a silly little moment, but I love that Leo is just immediately ready to support Raph in his plan. Leo really was an excellent right hand man to Raph before he was thrown into leadership (and Raph was thrown out of it).

TMNT 2003 S01E03: Attack of the Mousers

Raph: "This is it! It's been fun, guys."

Mikey: "Even me, Raph?"

Raph: "Even you, Mikey. Especially you."

Raph and Mikey bicker all the time, but their love language for each other is razzing each other. When it comes down to the wire and it looks like they might not make it out alive, Raph is honest in the fact that he is so damn fond of his baby brother, no matter how much he drives Raph crazy.

🩵 - Top 3 moments that make me laugh:

TMNT 2003 S02E25: The Big Brawl (Part 3) (again)

Raph: "WILL! YOU! SHUT! YOUR! TRAP!?!"

Mikey: "Why? Does my talking bother you? Am I distracting you somehow? Making you lose focus? Messing up your concentration?"

What can I say? This episode has The Range. This is just before Mikey defeats Raph in the Battle Nexus, by irritating him badly enough that he gets sloppy. I love how Mikey weaponizes his goofball behavior like this. He is 1000% aware of what he's doing to Raph, and I love it. Especially since Raph went into this fight absolutely certain that he was going to beat Mikey.

Rise of the TMNT S02E02a: Man vs. Sewer

Mikey: "Someone could get really hurt on this."

Mikey: "LET'S SEE HOW FAR IT SWINGS!!!"

I mean... just look at it. It gets me every time 😂

TMNT 2003 S03E02: Space Invaders (Part 2)

Mikey: "So, do these work like Earth grenades?"

Mikey: *pulls the pin on one of the Triceraton's grenades and runs to cover just before he explodes*

There's just something inherently ridiculous about the comic relief character cracking a joke and then grusomely murdering an invading alien soldier. This Triceraton blows up off-screen, but just barely.

💔 - Top 3 moments that make me cry:

TMNT 2003 S04E14: The Ancient One

Leo: "I'm sorry. I did the best I could. I did. The best. I could! There WASN'T! ANY MORE! I COULD HAVE DONE!"

This moment--where Leo is unknowingly fighting a physical manifestation of his guilt--is the amazing resolution to Leo's season 4 PTSD arc. In the previous season's finale, the only way he could think of to keep the Shredder from leaving Earth and going to conquer the stars was to blow up his ship... with his whole family still on it. The Utroms saved them at the last second, but for 13 episodes, Leo has been struggling with the guilt of not being good enough to win at an acceptable cost. This scene is the first time we see him start to forgive himself for that--to recognize that he had done everything he could, and that the fact that there were forces outside of his control wasn't his fault.

Rise of the TMNT: The Movie

Yeah, yeah, obviously when the portal to the Prison Dimension closes, but I mean this exact second. When the camera pans from the New York side of the Technodrome explosion to the Prison Dimension side, the music suddenly gets all quiet. Gone is the gravitas of the deep low brass, and all that's left is a drawn out note by the strings. Yes, they've beaten the Krang, but that doesn't mean that they won. Not in a way that is worth the cost.

TMNT 2003 S03E21: Same as it Never Was

Donny: "My brothers... my poor brothers. This world... this future... it's a nightmare.

I couldn't make a list of top 3 TMNT moments that made me cry without "Same as it Never Was". The part immediately after Donny kills the Shredder always gets me. It should be a triumphant moment, but all of Donny's brothers are dead because of his plan. It isn't anything except solemn. I'm pretty sure SAINW was the original "bad timeline where everyone dies" of TMNT. And Sam Riegel's voice acting here adds so much to it.

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #tmnt 2003 #answered asks

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drabbles-mc · 1 year

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Remind Me (13/?)

EZ Reyes x OFC (Aanya Reyes)

Request by @noz4a2: Ez & oc are married 2 years, Ez leaves on a run and while he’s gone oc gets into a bad car accident, she almost dies. Instead she is in a coma for 6 months. During that 6 month time Ez goes everyday or as much as he can, reads to her from her favorite book, etc. After 6 months she finally wakes up, but has retrograde amnesia & doesn’t know who Ez is or their life together. So he is determined to help her get her memory back and goes about wooing her again.

Warnings: 18+, language, little bit of fluff and a little bit of angst

Word Count: 5.3k

A/N: The way that I would defend Laura with my whole life. I love her.

Chapter Index

EZ Reyes/Remind Me Taglist: @rosieposie0624 @queenbeered @choochoo284 @thesandbeneathmytoes @meadowofsinfulthoughts @mijagif @withmyteeth @kelpies-shed @louisianalady @gemini0410 @chibsytelford @yourwonkywriter @buckybarneshairpullingkink @amorestevens @garbinge @enjoy-the-destruction @bport76 @nessamc @winchestershiresauce @artemiseamoon @littlekittymeow @frattsparty @fanfic-n-tabulous @beardburnsupersoldiers @solidly-indulgent @samcrobae @langiinspirations @bigcreatorwombatdreamer (If you want to be added to any of my taglists, please let me know!)

When the two of them were standing in front of the bookstore, EZ could feel Aanya’s nerves intensifying again. He couldn’t blame her, but he still wished that he could make them all go away. He reached over and gently set his hand on her back between her shoulders. She snapped out of her thoughts and looked over at him, feeling a little more at-ease when she saw the smile on his face, when she felt his thumb tracing back and forth lightly against the fabric of her shirt.

“If you’re not ready, we can always come back a different day,” he reassured her.

She nodded, clearly still nervous but also determined. “I know. I know. I just…there’s no use in waiting, right? It’s not going to change anything?”

He couldn’t lie, so he shrugged. “I…I don’t know. It might not.”

She let out a long breath. “Okay.”

“Okay.” He nodded. “Ready?”

She nodded back as she reached for the handle of the door.

When Aanya pulled the door open, the same bell that had been there for years chimed to announce hers and EZ’s entry. EZ knew that Laura was around, that she said she would be there, but he didn’t want to call out for her and overwhelm Aanya.

He looked over at her, to see if there was anything in her facial expression that would make it seem like she was starting to remember things. As he studied her face, he found himself smiling even though the knot in his stomach didn’t subside. Recognition wasn’t quite the word he’d use, but there was definitely a sense of peace in her expression as she looked around. Her body relaxed a bit. Losing herself in the stacks was probably the closest she’d get to feeling at home for awhile yet.

Before EZ saw anyone, he could hear them. He heard not only Laura’s laugh, but also Angel’s coming from the back of the store. EZ wondered if they had missed the sound of him and Aanya coming in. He wondered if that would make things a little easier on Aanya. She might be able to poke around for a minute or so before Laura realized that they were there. He’d be sure to razz Angel about hanging out in the bookstore to talk to a cute girl later.

Aanya stood just inside the entrance for only a few seconds before she drifted away from EZ to start scanning the shelves. Her fingers delicately traced along the spines as she looked. EZ lingered close by, but not right on top of her. His hands came to rest, gently gripping the sides of his kutte as he watched her. She reached up for a book that was on a higher shelf, and he saw the wedding band still wrapped around her finger. He reminded himself to take a deep breath before he got too lost, too emotional about it.

The sound of a couple of the books on the shelf toppling over once Aanya removed one got Laura’s attention. She came out from behind the register and made her way towards the front of the store, leaving Angel behind to sit and wait for her, which he did happily.

She was halfway through the typical spiel of asking if there was anything that anyone needed any help with when she saw who it was that was standing in the middle of the aisle skimming through one of their newest arrivals. Her breath got caught in her throat, tears instantly appearing in her eyes as she took in the sight of one of her best friends really standing there in front of her for the first time in months. Alive, awake, and flipping through books like she had never left.

“Aanya?” It came out as a whisper, as a question.

She turned at the sound of her name, offering up a kind smile to the emotional young woman standing a few feet away from her. “Yes?”

“Holy shit,” she said with a choked laugh. Laura closed the distance between them in what seemed like one large stride. She threw her arms around Aanya in a hug, unable to stop herself.

Aanya stumbled a step, not quite expecting it, but she laughed as she wrapped her arms around Laura. She felt the way that Laura’s arms wrapped tightly around her, squeezing her tight like she was making sure that Aanya was real.

When Laura stepped back, she immediately wiped at the tears that had fallen onto her cheeks. She flashed an awkward smile. “Sorry, sorry. I didn’t mean, to, shit,” she laughed and buried her face in her hands for a moment before making eye contact with her again. “I’m Laura.”

Aanya recognized her only from the pictures on the wall at the house. She nodded, thinking hard as she repeated her name back to her, “Laura.”

She nodded encouragingly. “Yea. We, um, we work together…here. You’re actually,” she laughed, “you’re my boss.”

Aanya’s eyes widened in surprise. “Your boss?”

Laura laughed. “Yea! You’re, like, the coolest boss ever honestly. The lady they’ve had here the last few months while you’ve been gone sorta sucks,” she joked. She took a deep breath, still trying to calm down. “You run shit, though. You’re, you know, you’re pretty badass.”

Aanya laughed softly. “Badass?”

“Yea.” Laura gestured around to the store. “You’ve pretty much read this entire place front to back.” She paused, seeing how Aanya was turning over everything that she was saying in her mind. She cleared her throat. “Sorry. I don’t mean to, you know, I don’t mean to just dump a bunch of stuff on you. I just, fuck, I missed you.”

“Don’t apologize.” Aanya shook her head. “This is…it’s why I wanted to stop by.”

Laura gestured back over her shoulder. “You wanna look around? I can walk through with you.”

Aanya nodded tentatively, “Y-yea, okay.”

Laura gave her a warm smile. “C’mon. We’ll talk books. Can’t go wrong with books.”

Aanya visibly relaxed a bit at that. “That’s true.”

Laura practically whisked Aanya away deeper into the rows of books. EZ stayed back, smiling as he watched the two of them wander off and chat. Laura was right—books were a safe topic. No matter what, Aanya could talk stories for hours.

He took the opportunity to make his way to the register to bother Angel while the girls were preoccupied. He strolled over, seeing how Angel had pulled up a chair on the opposite side of the counter so that he could sit and talk with Laura before.

The smug grin on his face was impossible to miss. Which was why Angel started shaking his head the second he laid eyes on his brother. “Don’t even start.”

EZ laughed, feigning ignorance. “What? I didn’t say anything.”

“You didn’t have to fuckin’ say anything. It’s all over your stupid face.”

He rolled his eyes as he laughed, leaning against the counter beside Angel. “Just never thought I’d see the day you willingly hung out in a bookstore.”

Angel did his best not to engage on the topic, knowing that EZ would get him all twisted up in knots with no trouble at all. “You’re the one who told me to check in on her.”

EZ nodded. “Yea. Seems like you’re taking that job super seriously.”

Angel rolled his eyes, drumming his fingers against the countertop. “She’s Aanya’s friend.”

EZ looked around the store for a moment, easily spotting the two women as they talked and laughed together. They each had a book in their hands as they spoke. He kept an eye on them as he continued talking to Angel. “Looks like she might be your friend too.”

He sucked his teeth, shaking his head. “Shut the fuck up.” They were both quiet for a moment before they started laughing.

On the other side of the store, Laura and Aanya were talking in the section of the store that Aanya had always loved most. They were perusing over all the previously owned books, the ones that had been donated over the last few months and the ones that had been on the shelves for much, much longer than that.

“You know EZ’s brother?” Aanya asked as she pulled a title from the shelf that she recognized.

Laura laughed nervously, feeling her face heat up. Aanya wasn’t even suggesting anything—it wasn’t like she knew anymore. Still, though, just the prospect of saying any of it gave her the jitters. She tried to sound as normal as possible as she said. “Yea. I met him through you and EZ.”

Aanya nodded, filing the information as she went along. She cracked open the book, scanning the inside cover for any notes that might’ve been left behind by its previous owner. “Are you two friends?”

Laura gnawed at her bottom lip as she hugged her book to her chest. She glanced over at Angel for a brief moment, not wanting to make it too obvious. She nodded, looking down at the floor. “Y-yea. Yea I’d say we’re like friends at this point.”

Aanya heard the shift in her voice. Looking up from the book in her hands, she saw the giddy expression on Laura’s face. Her face brightened, keeping her voice quiet as she asked, “Oh, are you two dating?” Suddenly she was wondering if that was something that she was supposed to know already.

Laura’s eyes nearly popped out of her skull. “No, no.” She laughed and shook her head. “We’re not—god I wish,” she chuckled, cheeks feeling like they were on fire, “We’re friends. Just friends. And even that’s kinda…kinda recent. I’ve just had a crush on him for, lord, a few years now. Since whenever he tagged along with EZ one day.”

Aanya laughed softly, finding comfort in the familiarity, in the normalcy of the conversation. “Does he know?”

She raked her fingers back through her hair. “I mean, if he doesn’t, he’s a lot denser than I thought,” she said with a laugh. “I can’t tell if he doesn’t know, or if he knows and is just being very nice about it and not saying anything.”

Aanya looked over at EZ and Angel. The two of them were at the counter talking and bantering between themselves. She couldn’t hear what they were saying, but she could try to imagine how the two of them were when they got left to their own devices. It certainly must’ve been entertaining.

“He seems nice, though?” She phrased it as a question, allowing Laura to correct her.

Laura nodded with no hesitation. “He is. He’s been great during…everything,” she didn’t quite want to say what exactly everything was. It wasn’t as though Aanya was unaware of it. Clearing her throat, she slid her book back onto the shelf. “He’s sweet. I just, you know, I don’t know if he feels the same way at all. Besides, you said it yourself before, he’s a bit of a troublemaker.”

Aanya hummed in amusement. “Did I?”

Laura laughed, nodding. “Yea. You reminded me pretty frequently, actually.”

Aanya chuckled. “Maybe it doesn’t count anymore.”

They let the topic fall by the wayside as they both continued to look through the books in front of them. Laura had a pretty good idea of what they had in stock, even in their used section. But even in the last few months when she had really been trying to keep track of everything more than usual, she was no match for how Aanya had been.

Laura watched as her friend looked over all the books in front of her. There was a rhyme and reason to how they were organized, sure, but it didn’t stop Aanya from pacing back and forth. Her brain was working overtime to not only recognize titles but try to figure out how long she had been familiar with it. She couldn’t help but to hope that maybe she could start clawing her way into more recent memories. It was a big ask, a bit of a pipe dream, but she couldn’t help it.

“Hm,” her brows knit together as she grabbed a book off the bottom shelf. She turned it over in her hands, a smile tugging on her lips the longer she looked at it.

Laura smiled when she saw what book Aanya had picked out. “You know what’s funny about that one?”

Aanya pried her eyes off of the cover so she could look at Laura. “What’s that?”

“This one,” she tapped the cover, “was actually originally yours. You brought it in, donated it. Then when someone came asking for a recommendation, you recommended it to them. They took it, and then when they were done they brought it back and redonated it because they wanted someone else to be able to read it too.” She paused, gestured to the book. “Open it. There are two sets of handwriting in the margins.”

Aanya followed the direction gladly as she cracked it open. She smiled, shaking her head as she looked over all of the notes along the margins of the pages, the passages that were underlined not just by her but also by whoever else had purchased the book after the fact.

“I’m assuming I told you before where I got this, then?”

Laura shrugged, leaning back against the shelf. “Tell me again.”

Aanya’s smile shifted from nervous to borderline beaming as she delved into the story. “I read the English translation of this for a class in college.” She was still skimming through the pages as she spoke. “The woman who taught the class was one of my favorite professors, favorite people ever. And I told her how much I liked the book. So she asked if I knew how to read Spanish. Which,” she laughed, “I didn’t. Not well, at least. I was learning, though. I was taking entry-level courses. I wasn’t fluent, but, you know,” she shrugged. “Anyway, she said that if I wanted to give it a go, the original story was written in Spanish and just like anything, some of it gets lost in the translation of it.” She tapped the thin novel against the palm of her hand. “She gave me her extra Spanish copy to learn from. The one she had without all her own notes that she used to teach.” She laughed softly as she thought back on it all.

Laura had heard the story before. She knew the stories behind most of the books that Aanya donated to the bookstore. Usually it was because she let Laura read them first. Other times, though, Laura just asked out of genuine curiosity. Most of what she learned about Aanya and her life was through stories related to the myriad of books that she had donated over the years.

She had never been one to be bothered by Aanya telling stories, even if she’d told them before. But now, Laura would be happier than ever to sit there and listen to her recount every single story she’d ever told. She was so aware of the fact that she almost lost the opportunity to ever hear her tell stories ever again.

As Aanya was speaking, she couldn’t help but to think that those memories felt so clear. They felt so fresh. It was difficult for her to wrap her mind around the fact that she could remember certain things with such clarity, and yet there were whole years of her life simply missing. Maybe the reason that older memories felt so fresh was because they were some of the first ones in her mental timeline now. She couldn’t pretend to grasp how it all worked. It was exhausting trying to figure it out.

“It’s really good to see you,” Laura said when they reached a lull in their conversation. She knew that it didn’t carry the same weight for Aanya as it did for her, but she couldn’t not say it.

Aanya hummed, a warm smile on her face. “That’s good to hear.”

Laura watched as Aanya looked back and forth between her and all of the books. She knew that the question was a little pointless, but she couldn’t help but to ask. “So, you know, how are you? Aside from the, you know,” she shrugged, “the obvious.”

Aanya laughed. “Aside from the obvious?” She paused. “I’m doing okay, I think. I don’t, you know, I don’t have too much to compare it to.”

“You look like you’re doing well,” Laura offered up supportively.

Aanya opened her mouth like she was going to ask a question, but then she stopped herself. She gave an almost imperceptible shake of her head as she went back to dragging her fingers along the beat-up book spines in front of her. Laura saw all of it, waiting a moment for Aanya to change her mind and say whatever had been on her mind. When she remained silent, she attempted to pull it out of her.

She made sure her voice was gentle as she asked, “What?”

Aanya’s lips turned down into a slight frown as she thought about what she wanted to say. She didn’t want to come off foolish, or worse, cruel. “Can I, can I ask you something?”

Laura nodded. “Of course.”

The few seconds it took Aanya to ask her question seemed to stretch on for an hour. “Do you…how well do you know EZ?”

Laura took a deep breath as she thought about how to answer that question. She and EZ were familiar enough with each other. Friends might’ve been a tiny bit of a stretch. It wasn’t as though the two of them had a habit of hanging out at all. Usually any time that Laura and Aanya spent together was with their other friends from the bookstore. But he’d always been perfectly kind to her whenever they spoke. The times that he dropped by the bookstore to see Aanya and Laura was there, he always made a point say hello and ask how she was doing. Truthfully, even in the midst of everything that he had been going through with Aanya, he’d always been nice to her. Distant, and understandably so, but nice. Plus, the distance had managed to put Angel right in her path so she had even less of a reason to complain.

The look on Aanya’s face made Laura realize how deeply she’d been thinking on the question. She hoped that Aanya didn’t take it to mean that Laura had anything negative to say.

“Sorry,” she apologized with a shake of her head, “I just got caught up thinking about the answer to that.” She took a breath. “Yea, I know him well enough, I think.”

“You like him?” she asked, a curious lilt to her voice.

“Not as much as you,” Laura joked, getting them both to laugh. “But no, yea, I like EZ. He’s always been nice to me. You…you always had good things to say.”

“Yea?”

She nodded. “Always.” There was a long pause as Laura tried to figure out of the question she wanted to ask was appropriate or not. “Do you…” her voice trailed off, not sure how to end the question once she started it.

Aanya pushed her curls back out of her face with a deep sigh. “It’s tough not knowing anything about this person who knows so much about me. It’s…it’s weird.”

Laura chuckled softly. It seemed like an obvious enough sentiment but she hadn’t really thought much about it. She had been so focused on the fact that Aanya had a whole chunk of her life missing, that all of these people were strangers to her now. She hadn’t stopped to think how weird it must be to live with someone who you don’t know anything about, and who knows essentially everything about you. EZ knew things about Aanya that she no longer knew about herself. It was a strange thought, and Laura couldn’t believe that it hadn’t crossed her mind until now.

“I bet,” she finally said with a nod. She paused for a beat before saying, “He cares about you, though. He always has. If, you know, if you’re asking what I think of him because you’re afraid that he’s not a good guy, then you don’t have to worry about that.”

Aanya nodded. “I thought so. I just…wanted to make sure.”

“Right.”

Suddenly Aanya felt like she had a million questions to ask about him. She knew that she could just ask EZ, but she didn’t know how she was supposed to go about it. How was she supposed to look this man, who was apparently her husband, in the eye and ask him about things that were probably so innate to her a mere few months ago? He knew what had happened—it wasn’t like he was going to get upset with her for not knowing. But that wasn’t really the issue. It was so much more complex than that.

“It’s okay, you know,” Laura saw the uncertainty all over her face, “feeling that way. No one can blame you for any of it.”

“It’s just been strange, I guess. Like, we share a house and he’s been doing all of these things for me and I don’t even really know him. I haven’t even stopped to think about it because there is just…so much.”

“I can’t even imagine,” Laura told her honestly. “But, Aanya?” She waited for Aanya to look over at her again. “I know it’s easy for me to say, and that the whole thing feels so weird. But, knowing EZ, I think he’d rather have you asking him about it all. He’ll tell you anything and everything.”

Aanya didn’t doubt that. Every time EZ looked at her, she could feel how much he cared, how much he loved her. She felt bad that she wasn’t in the same place as him anymore. It wasn’t anyone’s fault, it was just how things were now. She didn’t want to unintentionally keep harping on that point by giving him a third-degree questioning about himself and their life together.

“I just…I have to get ready for the answers, I guess.”

Laura nodded. “You’ll get there.” She offered an encouraging smile.

Her feelings snuck up on her, but Aanya felt a tug at her heartstrings when she took in the look on Laura’s face. It crossed her mind that this must’ve been why the two of them became friends before—she was very easy to talk to. Aanya had to imagine that when the topics of conversation were a bit lighter, that Laura was probably fun to chat and joke around with too. If she was hanging out and getting along with Angel, she must’ve had a decent sense of humor.

Their conversation was interrupted by the chiming of the bell on the door. Both of them turned to look and see who was walking in. Laura let out a deep sigh, knowing that she was going to be pulled from their conversation even though she really didn’t want to be.

Aanya saw it on her face too. She nodded towards the door. “It’s okay. I won’t keep you.” She gave Laura’s shoulder a light squeeze. “Thank you.”

Tears instantly welled in Laura’s eyes and she pulled Aanya into another hug, unable to stop herself. “If you need anything, you can always stop by. Or call.” She stepped back and took a breath to try and get herself together. “I’ll help however I can. Or even if you just want to, you know, just go grab a drink or something, I’m game for that.”

Aanya chuckled, nodding. “Sounds good.”

“It was really good seeing you,” Laura said, her words as genuine as they’d ever been.

“You too,” Aanya replied with a smile.

With that, Laura scampered off to help the pair of customers that had just walked in. Aanya took a deep breath, giving herself a couple seconds to try and get herself together. She was about to turn and walk out of the current section that she was in, but then she thought better of it. Looking back at the shelves of books, she scanned until she found a title that piqued her interest and swiped it off the shelf.

She wandered back to the register, book grasped in her hand. EZ and Angel were still lingering by the counter, laughing at a conversation that Aanya couldn’t even try to guess at. Judging by the way that EZ was shaking his head, whatever Angel said must’ve been pretty funny.

“Have you ever left this place empty-handed?” Angel asked, seeing Aanya before EZ did.

She chuckled, shaking her head, “Wouldn’t know.”

Angel’s eyes went wide and the smirk instantly dropped from his face. “Shit, querida, I didn’t mean—”

She waved her hand dismissively, a warm smile still on her face. “It’s okay, Angel. Really.”

He nodded, but she could tell that he didn’t really believe it. “Right,” his voice dropped to just above a whisper, like he was trying to stop himself from saying it but couldn’t quite manage it, “Sorry.”

EZ gave Angel an out he desperately needed as he brought himself into the conversation. “What’d you find?”

“Oh,” Aanya’s voice brightened up as she held the book out, “I don’t really know. The title seemed interesting, though.”

EZ’s expression dampened for half a second before he recovered. He nodded as he turned it over and looked on the back cover, eyes scanning over it for a brief moment before he handed it back. “Should be good.”

Aanya wanted to ask but she didn’t get to when Laura popped up behind the register, ready not only to ring her out but also the other people whenever they were ready. Aanya fumbled for a moment before pulling a few dollars out of the pocket of her jeans and setting them on the counter.

She shared another quick goodbye with Laura before turning to head back towards the door. She waited a moment to see if Angel was going to be leaving with them or hanging around. She and EZ both smiled for different reasons when he stayed put in the chair he’d been in since before they arrived. Aanya said goodbye, giving him a quick hug. He and EZ exchanged a, “Later,” knowing that they were going to be sitting across the Templo table from each other sooner than not.

When the two of them stepped back out onto the sidewalk, Aanya let out a breath that she hadn’t felt herself holding. She hugged the book to her chest as the two of them started walking back towards the car. EZ kept looking over at her, waiting for her to say something about all of it. He didn’t want to pepper her with questions, knowing that it was all a lot. But he wanted to know how she felt, if anything felt at all familiar. Although, judging by the book in her hands he had to assume that nothing had really cleared up for her.

“You have to get back, right?” she asked.

EZ nodded as he pulled the car keys out of his pocket. “Yea. If you need anything I can shoot home right after.”

“I think I’ll be alright. I’ve got a new book, anyway.” She was smiling as she reached for the handle of the passenger door.

The drive back to the scrapyard was comfortably quiet. Music was playing softly from the radio. Aanya was looking out the window, fingertips drumming lightly on the cover of her book in time with the music. EZ was looking over at her whenever he could, trying to figure out what it was that she was thinking.

“Ezekiel?” she said, turning to glance over at him as he drove.

He kept his eyes on the road, eyebrows lifting slightly as he responded, “Yea?”

“Thank you.”

His brows came together as he pried his eyes off the road for a brief moment so he could look at her. He took in the expression on her face as he returned his attention to the road, not feeling at all like he had a better idea of what she was thanking him for. “Thank you? For what?”

“I know that this isn’t easy. I just, I don’t know, I know that none of this is what you signed up for. When you,” she fiddled with the ring on her finger, “decided to marry me, you weren’t planning for me to wake up one day and not remember who you are.”

“I don’t think anyone plans for that,” he replied honestly. “But you don’t need to thank me. Wish there was more I could do.”

Quiet took over the space between them again. EZ was fighting the urge to reach over and take Aanya’s hand in his own, or rest his hand on her thigh. He adjusted his grip on the steering wheel and forced himself to focus on the road.

When they rolled back into the clubhouse lot, EZ found himself leaning back and trying to melt into the driver’s seat behind him. His hands were still braced against the steering wheel as his head dropped back and his eyes closed for a few seconds.

Aanya watched him, curious about what he was thinking but not quite sure that she wanted to ask. She gave it a couple more seconds before she said, “You okay?”

EZ opened his eyes, looking over at her with a nod. “I’m good.”

She laughed softly. “Are you sure?”

He chuckled, understanding why it was difficult to believe what he was saying. He unbuckled his seatbelt as he spoke. “Just mentally preparing for the club.”

“Hmm.” Aanya nodded, not quite sure what she was supposed to say to that. “Is everything okay?”

EZ shrugged, nodding. “More or less. It’s just,” he paused, trying to think about to how explain it in broad strokes without having to dump everything on her at once while they sat on the lot in her car, “we got a lot of shit we’re trying to change and work out. A lot of arguing about how to do it.” He looked at the expression on Aanya’s face as she tried to piece it all together. He flashed her a smile. "It’s all good. Arguing is what we’re best at.”

It got her to laugh. “At least you’re good at it.”

They each got out of the car, and Aanya walked around to the other side to meet him. EZ leaned back against the side of the SUV, hands holding onto his kutte as he looked at Aanya standing in front of him.

“Do you think you’ll be late?”

He shook his head. “Not too late, no. Why?”

She shrugged. “Just wondering. Thinking about dinner.”

“Oh. You can grab something if you don’t wanna cook. Don’t worry about me.”

She nodded. “Okay. Sounds good.” She pulled open the driver’s door of the car. “Have fun arguing with everyone.”

EZ laughed. “I’ll try. If you need anything—”

“I’ll call,” she finished the sentence for him.

A slightly embarrassed smile curled his lips. “Right.” He stepped away from the car as she shut the door. “Drive safe.” he said as he walked up to her rolled down window.

She smiled. “Always.”

With that, she turned and began pulling off the lot. EZ stayed put, lingering until her car was out of sight. He let out a deep sigh before turning and forcing himself to walk over to the clubhouse. For months, things with the club had seemed so inconsequential in light of his wife being laid up in the hospital. All that time he had been assuming that when she woke up, things would go back to normal. But now, it still felt like whenever he was at the clubhouse, he shouldn’t be, even though realistically he knew that him being home wasn’t going to magically get everything back to normal with him and Aanya either. He shook his head at himself as he reached for the door to let himself in.

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