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[monzamash]

★ last chance; long live the inbox graveyard! —i pick a long forgotten request in my inbox and write a short blurb or musings

hot tub time machine lando norris x you —no warnings, just fluff "could we get a number 14 (pool/hot tub sex) with lando pleaseeee? so excited that you’re writing again!!" —requested by anon on october 8th, 2024

“happy birthday, sweetheart...”

“i really needed this," he sighed, "knowing i would be home with you for this was the only thing getting me through the last few of weeks.”

lando could feel every single ache and pain wash away as he slid into the hot tub, stomach full of the gorgeous italian spread you’d ordered for dinner. his favourite. he swore you were an angel sent to earth, everything you did for him was heavenly, he could never find the words to tell you how much he loved you.

“you look so happy lan,” you smiled, dropping the kimono you’d worn during dinner as lando’s eyes cast across your body, luring you into the tub.

“i’m very happy - especially when i get to enjoy all of this… c’mere pretty girl.”

a soft giggle slipped from your lips as you grasped his hand, "let me get a bottle of red wine for us to share and i'll join you — do you wanna open the one daniel gave you?"

"ooo, are we entering that portion of the night?" lando asked suggestively as you stood up, shooting him quizzical look.

"what do you mean?" you asked earning a loud laugh from the tub, water splashing a little as lando pulled himself up to the edge, smiling over at you with a look you knew all too well.

"as soon as you start on the red wine, you get so frisky," he stated as if it was a well-known fact, one that you certainly weren't aware of.

"i do not!" you staunchly defended, earning another loud scoff.

"oh, wow," lando laughed, "yes, you do baby and i'm not complaining so crack her open..." he teased as you carefully stepped into the tub, with lando's help of course, eyes still narrowed in annoyance.

"okay so maybe wine makes me a little more amorous than usual but i think i'm just like that when i drink, no?" you pouted, earning yourself a pity kiss from the birthday boy.

"red wine makes you horny and that's okay," he teased again with a cheeky smirk on his face as you handed him the stemmed glass, "ta."

"we'll see then, won't we," you tutted, pouring two glasses of wine while lando chuckled to himself.

"i already know what's gonna happen but sure," he baited with a wink as he slowly dunked his head under the water and emerged with a shake of his wild curls, sending water flying across the room and all over you.

"you are so sure of yourself tonight."

lando's eyes skimmed across your body briefly while you claw-clipped your hair up, not wanting the hassle of having to dry it before going to bed. secretly you knew where the night was headed, red wine or not— it was his birthday after all, but you weren't about to admit that to the man hypnotised by your every move, jaw slack from the glorious view of your cleavage.

lando was a simple man.

"well, i am the birthday boy after all so i reserve the right to be cocky once a year, yeah?" he taunted from the other side of the tub.

"yeah, only once a year..." you rolled your eyes humorously.

the distance between the two of you seemed too far for lando, so he sculled the rest of his drink and carefully placed the glass on the floor before giving you a mischievous smile.

"steady on, party boy," you chuckled as he leaned forward and snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you into his warm hold.

"i just want to focus all of my attention on you," he whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear that had fallen out of your clip, his emerald irises darted over your face, finally resting on yours.

"i missed you a lot, you know."

you took that as an invitation to straddle his lap and rest your elbows over his shoulders, wine glass dangling from your fingers. lando smoothed his hands down your back and and pressed fiery kisses across your chest. his lips travelled back up your neck, along your jaw before finding your soft lips in a slow, passionate kiss. you moved in sync with him, bringing one of your hands up to trawl through his wet, tangled curls. the chlorine always got the best of them.

lando hummed quietly into the kiss before pulling back slightly, "this is the best birthday i've ever had... and i couldn't be more in love with you," he confessed as you took the chance to admire the sweet boy you'd chosen to share your life with.

you grasped his face gently between your hands and pressed another soft kiss to his lips, making sure he knew just how much you loved him, no matter what life threw your way.

"i love you too, darling... happy birthday."

a/n — the first of the end of (f1) season sale!! this hot tub request actually wasn't forgotten, just half-baked so thank you anon for sparking up the inspiration to finally finish it! hope you enjoyed it 😌

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Cherry Baby. aka - Cherry, Part Five.

It’s been a long time coming.

bestfriend!steve harrington x female reader

warnings - smut. cursing. and the loveliest lovebirds to ever exist.

word count - 2.2k

authors note - they’re so sweet it makes me melt. the long awaited big event… it’s here. hope you love it. <3

part four. series masterlist. inbox. masterlist.

The glow of the moonlight illuminates the figures of you and your best friend, tangled up in each other atop Steve’s navy bedsheets. The only sounds that can be heard are the ceiling fan and two sets of lungs heaving with the weight of the moment.

The boy beneath you interrupts the quiet, overthinking as per usual.

“Are you sure, baby? One hundred percent sure?”

You tug at Steve’s hair firmly, forcing him to look up at you.

“If you ask me that one more time, Stevie, I’m going home.”

He laughs, all full and warm, grinning as his hands squeeze your hips.

“Oh yeah? Shall I give you a ride?”

You shake your head, rolling your eyes as you scoff.

“I can be convinced to stay…” you murmur, leaning in to press a kiss to the hinge of his jaw.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah… maybe…”

“I just- I don’t want you to regret this, Cherry. You can only have one first time.”

“I know,” you soothe, tracing his features with the tips of your fingers. “But I’m sure. So sure. I could never regret this if it’s with you, Steve.”

He watches you silently for a moment, wide eyes never leaving yours.

“I love you.”

Your heart stutters in your chest, butterflies fluttering in your stomach. No matter how many times he says it, the thrill never wears off.

“I love you too, Harrington. So much.”

He leans up for a kiss from you, sighing in contentment when you connect your lips with his.

“So, Steve… about five minutes ago, you promised to rock my world. Is that still happening, or…?”

“You’re so annoying,” he chuckles, splaying his hands across your thighs to adjust you straddling his lap. “Careful what you wish for, angel.”

He gives you a look that contains nothing but mischief, before flipping you both over so you’re pinned underneath him.

“You know the deal,” he begins, peppering kisses across your neck. “If you don’t like something, or if you feel uncomfortable, or if you want to stop… just tell me. You say stop and we stop. No questions asked.”

“I know. Got it. I trust you - with my life.”

“And if you want to slow down, or take a pause-”

“I’ll tell you. Promise.”

Steve smiles at you gently, so genuine and full of love that it makes your bones ache. He leans down to kiss you, starting off slow and sweet and saccharine. It’s lazy, unhurried, as if you have all the time in the world.

You think maybe, for a moment, you do.

His parents won’t be back for another week and a half. The two of you could stay tangled up together that entire time, soaking up every single minute possible, existing in your bubble of blissful ignorance.

You wrap your legs around the boys waist to pull him closer to you, connecting your bodies in every way you can. He’s placing kisses onto any skin he can find, sucking on that spot underneath your ear that makes your knees weak and grazing your neck with his teeth.

“Steve,” you breathe, tangling your fingers in his hair.

“Fuck. I love it when you say my name like that.”

He kisses you sweetly once more before shuffling down the bed, getting comfortable between your legs.

“What are you up to?” you ask, giggling when he winks at you all cheeky.

“Gotta get you ready for me. Besides, I seem to remember you enjoying this a lot that night in your room…”

“Shut up,” you chide, hoping he doesn’t notice the way heat blooms across your chest. “You enjoyed that just as much as I did.”

“Yes I did,” he affirms, nipping at your thigh playfully. “Best night of my goddamn life, baby.”

“Shut up and do something, loser.”

You’re laughing so hard the muscles in your stomach hurt, whole body vibrating with it. In your head, whenever you thought about your first time, you imagined it to be serious and humourless and completely sombre. But here you are, with your best friend, laughing so hard you’re crying. And you wouldn’t change a thing.

Steve shimmies your underwear down, throwing them somewhere behind him. When you try to close your legs instinctively, he pries them back open with strong hands, refusing to let you shy away.

“Let me see you,” he murmurs. “Prettiest girl in the world.”

He noses at your core, inhaling filthily as he holds onto your thighs with iron grip. You’re about to tell him to hurry up when he quiets you instantly by diving into you with reckless abandon, completely committed to the cause.

It’s like he remembers everything from that first night - every spot that makes you tick, every action that makes you arch your back and curl your toes. He’s a quick study when it comes to you. His favourite subject.

You tangle your fingers into Steve’s hair and tug, letting him know exactly how you feel. He groans, a shudder running through his body as he grinds his hips into the mattress.

“Stevie,” you pant. “Keep going, please. Just like that.”

“Yeah?” he murmurs. “That feel good, baby?”

“So good. So, so good. Fuck.”

He keeps muttering against your core, muffled words you can’t make out. You prop yourself up onto your elbows, finally able to to discern what he’s saying.

“My girl,” he’s babbling. “Mine. My girl forever.”

That sends you careening over the edge, writhing against the sheets like you can’t stay still. Steve works you through it, holding you down so he can finish up what he’s doing properly.

“Fuck, Steve.”

“Good?”

“Yeah,” you laugh, flopping back against his pillows. “You’re good at that.”

You don’t even care that the reason he’s so talented is because he’s had so much practise. Those other girls don’t bother you in the slightest. It doesn’t matter anymore. He’s yours and you’re his and nothing can change that now.

He rests his head on your thigh, looking up at you with stars in his eyes.

“You’re so soft,” he’s whispering. “And you smell good.”

You’re fighting back giggles as you stare down at him, lovedrunk and giddy.

“You’re an idiot,” you chuckle as you ruffle his hair.

“And you love me anyway.”

“Yes, I do. Who even knows why.”

He bites your leg in retaliation, laughing when you squeak.

“Watch it,” he warns.

“Or what?”

“Or… I’ll leave you high and dry, baby.”

He mimics getting up off the bed, but doesn’t account for how fast your reflexes are. You trap him with your legs, wrapping them around him and pulling him down so he’s laying on top of you.

“Fuck,” he breathes. “That was hot.”

You grin at him, shaking your head.

“I’ve got tricks up my sleeve, Steven.”

“I can see that. I’m impressed.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah,” he murmurs against your lips. “You blow me away, Cherry.”

“Steve?”

“Mhmm?”

“Does sex usually involve this much talking?”

He snorts as he laughs, resting his head on your sternum. He’s shaking the both of you, his amusement so infectious that you can’t help but laugh with him.

“Not always,” he eventually replies. “But it’s good if it does. It’s better this way.”

“Okay,” you smile, pecking his lips gently.

“You’re still sure?”

“One hundred percent. Promise.”

The boy goes back to leaving kisses across your neck and shoulders, hands roaming up and down your thighs. He reaches over to the nightstand to grab a condom, and you mentally praise him for being so responsible.

“As cute as our kids would be…” he chuckles. “Not yet.”

“Agreed. Not yet. We need college degrees first.”

“And a house.”

“Exactly. Glad we’re on the same page,” you giggle, watching as he gets situated back on top of you.

“You ready?”

“Been ready for twenty minutes, Harrington. Getting kinda bored over here.”

“Oh, you’re in for it now,” he warns, pulling you down the bed towards him with a force he so rarely shows.

Steve kisses you with determination, all teeth and tongue and fingernails digging into skin. You let him kiss you dizzy, floating on air. He lines himself up, looking for confirmation from you one last time. When you nod, he shakes his head.

“Words, baby.”

“Yeah, Steve. Yes. Please.”

He slides into you more gently than you thought possible, slowly and steadily with all the care in the world. His eyes are dancing over your face again and again, repeatedly checking for any signs of discomfort.

“You good?”

“Mhmm.”

“Talk to me, Cherry.”

You take a deep breath, looking up at him with big doe eyes.

“I’m okay. It’s… different. But I’m okay. Just- just give me a second. Don’t move yet.”

“You got it,” he soothes, leaning down to kiss you softly.

Steve keeps kissing you, tenderly at first, building it into something filled with lust and want and pure need. You’re panting when he pulls away, completely distracted from the initial pinch you felt.

“Move now,” you whisper into his mouth. “Please, Stevie.”

He groans before planting his hands firmly on your hips, pulling them up so your legs are basically wrapped around his waist. You grip his biceps, admiring the way they flex and ripple as he manhandles you where he wants you.

Steve pulls back carefully before thrusting forward with minimal force, watching your face as he does it. When he does it again, you bite at your lip, eyes fluttering closed. He can read you like a book, immediately knowing he can continue. He watches for all your little tells, those subtle signs that point him in the right direction.

The boy sets a steady rhythm, not wanting to come at you too hard, too fast. Your head rolls back into his pillows, jaw lax as you let yourself feel everything. There’s not a single thought in your head that isn’t currently related to Steve.

He takes one hand from your hip to rub slow, firm circles on your clit with his thumb. You immediately find your voice again, whining every time he bottoms out. You open your eyes to find him staring down at you, his usually bright irises darkened with pure want.

“Fuck, Cherry.”

You’re both sweating and panting and fighting to keep your eyes from shutting, lost in the pleasure of the connection. Steve doesn’t let up, the movement of his hips pushing you both closer and closer to your endings.

“Oh Steve, I’m-”

You’re thrown into your climax before you even realise it, back arching off the bed and fingernails digging into your best friend’s skin. There’s electricity prickling through your veins, the high like nothing else you’ve felt before.

Steve can’t hold on for much longer, the sight of you coming sending him over the edge. He pulls out, not wanting to push your boundaries or take any unspoken risks too soon. You feel him paint your stomach, the warmth of it making you shudder. You open your eyes to watch as it happens, trying to commit his face to memory forever.

“Oh, shit,” he laughs after you’ve both caught your breath.

You can’t help but laugh with him, shaking your head when he flops down next to you with an almighty thud.

“Was that… was that good for you?”

“Cherry,” he says incredulously, propping himself up on his elbow to look down at you. “That was… that was unlike anything else. It was so fucking good, I promise.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. We’re good at that.”

You chuckle, straining your neck to kiss him quickly.

“Was it good for you?”

“Yeah, Steve. It was perfect. You’re perfect.”

The boy blushes, going all shy suddenly as he hides his face in the crook of your neck. You run your fingers through his hair, nails scratching at his scalp soothingly.

The two of you stay all wrapped up in each other for a while, waiting for your breathing to return to normal and basking in the glow of the moment.

“Hey, Steve?”

You’re whispering, afraid to ruin the peace.

“Yeah, baby?”

“I’ve been thinking. A lot, actually.”

“About?”

“What you said about college. And… I want to. I don’t want to be across the country from you for four years.”

“Wait… really? Actually?”

“Yeah, actually,” you grin. “I promise I’m not just agreeing because of you. USC is one of my top choices, and if you’re going, then… that’s all the more reason for me to go. Makes my decision easier.”

“You’re sure?”

“Very sure.”

Steve leans in to kiss you with so much excitement, you’re surprised he doesn’t knock you both off of the bed.

“I love you, Cherry Baby.”

“I love you too, Steve. I always have.”

You rest your head on his shoulder, smiling in contentment when he pulls you into him to be as close as can be.

You both know nothing in the future is certain.

Except you and Steve, that is.

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[frostedpuffs]

sorry if you’ve gotten this ask too much lol but do you have any comic/fic recs? literally any genre i am running out

so i've had this sitting in my inbox for a while and i apologize, i don't really read fanfiction anymore simply for lack of time :< (which makes me sad bc i wanna read my mutuals beautiful writing but !!!! where is The Time these days. lol)

here are some fics i don't believe I've shared in a rec before! keep in mind these are all one-shots!

evil lipstick by @bittersweetresilience Summary: Toxinelle and Griffe Noire hang out in the bathroom of a concert venue.

Waiting For Our Happily Ever After by @coffeebanana Summary: Adrien wakes up in the hospital, unable to remember how he ended up there, wishing his father would leave, and wondering why his doctor is in such a weirdly cheery mood. But one question supercedes all the rest: where's Ladybug? If he's patient, she just might pay him a visit.

code blue by @wackus-bonkus-maximus Summary: Ladybug attempts to visit her husband in the hospital - if only she wouldn't keep being kicked out by security.

you don't even know me at all (but i was made for loving you) by @ladyofthenoodle Summary: They didn’t remember each other. The hospital told them there’d been an accident—brain damage—but Alya had told them the truth, later. Who’d they’d been to each other. What they’d given up, and why. But even with their memories of each other gone, Adrien and Marinette are still inextricably tied together—by law, by their social circles, and by their hearts. And in the apartment they share, there's only one bed.

A New Beginning by @fandomofone Summary: What happens after Marinette & Adrien return to their dimension after the events of the Paris Special? (The Tales of Shadybug and Claw Noir) They've got to start somewhere... the dark street, right outside the bakery, in the freezing cold, seems as good a place as any. Nobody ever said that returning to life on the other side of the portal would be easy. For Adrien, things have taken an unexpected turn. After he finds out that Shadybug and his mysterious crush from the bakery are the same person, he’ll do anything to protect her from the Supreme’s wrath, endangering his own life if need be... Even if he doesn’t actually know her name.

also, even though I only listed one fic by each of these writers, I'd recommend all their fics. if you need more good fics to read that really pull you in, check them all out! they're really great. enjoy!!

[buttercupjosh]

Memories Lead Back To You

(Gif credit to @jakejuentzel)

word count: 2,779

genres: breakup with a sort of reconciliation element, exes to ???, self-insert

warnings: none

A/N: I made a reference to Jack losing his memory as a plot element in "The Upside of Unrequited" (Quinn Hughes) but in that story, it wasn't that serious so I decided to revisit that concept in this story in a much more serious way as a major plot point. This story is based off of the song “I Keep Forgettin (Everytime You're Near)" by Michael McDonald and I make references to this song throughout the story. I highly recommend listening to this song before reading my story. The title comes from a lyric in the song, “Another Try” by HAIM (feel free to listen to that song too if you want). This story is a bit sad and a little angsty but also kinda hopeful. It’s not set at a specific moment in time (It’s taking place in a fictional future but you could also say that it’s set during this ongoing season or even a past season). It’s written with a female reader in mind because I’m a female of color but the reader doesn’t specifically have to be a POC or a woman and there’s no dialogue. As always, I’m open to any and all feedback, comments or questions; just put them in my inbox or dm me. Thank you so much in advance for reading, I appreciate it😌

(P.S. I have other stories (linked here) that I have written for other players as well if you want to check those out)

“I keep forgetting we’re not in love anymore” -“I Keep Forgettin (Everytime You're Near)" by Michael McDonald

It was a phone call that you would have never ever wanted to recieve; the call was from a doctor at Jersey City Medical Center, informing you that Jack had been in an accident. To your surprise, even though you weren’t together anymore, he still had you listed as his emergency contact. In a haze of emotion, you rushed over to see your ex-boyfriend at the hospital.

Upon arriving, the ER doctor informed you that Jack’s injuries thankfully were minor but he did experience a bad concussion and he had some retrograde amnesia symptoms so he had no memory of the accident. Jack was awake and he immediately recognized you when you entered the room. You hadn’t seen Jack in a long while but his presence still made your heart warm. The doctor asked a series of questions to test Jack’s past memory, including if he knew who you were to him and he said that you were his romantic partner. Jack did not remember the fact that you weren’t dating each other anymore and you wanted to correct him but you didn’t do it. He could remember his mother’s name but not his brother’s birthday; he also forgot the passcode to his phone but you still remembered it. The doctor advised you that familiar routines and practicing recollection therapy may help Jack regain some of his memories back. Of course, the best person to do that for him was you because you knew his routine inside and out. You talked to Ellen and Jim, Jack’s parents, about what happened to their son; they would inform Pat (his agent), and his brothers, Quinn and Luke on Jack’s status. Ellen arranged for her and her husband to get on the soonest flight to New Jersey. Since Jack was conscious, his scans did not show any significant brain injury and he did not seem like he would be a danger to himself or others, he was allowed to be discharged from the hospital.

You drove Jack back to his penthouse. The car ride back was quiet because Jack ended up falling asleep. You gently nudged your former lover to wake him up when you reached your destination. The penthouse security still recognized you so they weren’t suspicious when you asked for a spare key to open Jack’s penthouse. Thankfully, Jack still lived in the same unit from when you were dating. You felt a tinge of anxiety in your chest before opening the door and felt a small sense of relief when you realized that the penthouse was the same way that it was before you broke up. Jack was exhausted so he took a much-needed shower and you stood close by in case he needed any assistance. Being back in Jack’s penthouse made your mind anxiously race and you were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t even notice the water turn off. Jack did not need any help in the shower and he went straight to bed. Due to the fact that you were so worried about Jack and you did not want to leave him alone for long, you didn’t have a chance to go back to your place to get things for yourself so you changed into one of Jack’s old practice shirts. The shirt smelled like the detergent he liked to use to wash his clothes in; the anxiety of being back in Jack’s place still lingered in your mind but that familiar scent helped you drift off to sleep on his couch.

The following morning, Ellen and Jim arrived in town and brought Luke over with them. After you and Jack broke up, you weren’t sure if you would ever see any members of the Hughes family again so it felt strange to see the people that you had hoped to be your in-laws. Ellen was so happy to know that you were there to help take care of Jack. She was disappointed in her son when she found out that he cheated on you but she was delighted that you stepped back into his life during such a difficult time. Jim, Quinn, and Luke were also appreciative of your presence in Jack’s life too. You debriefed with them about Jack’s care; you all agreed that suddenly placing him in a new environment so soon after the accident may not be the best thing to do so Ellen and Jim surprisingly agreed to let you continue to take care of Jack in New Jersey instead of taking him back home to Michigan. You and Jack had dated for well over a year and the Hughes family really liked you a lot so they trusted you to take care of him. The team released a statement on what happened and Jack’s status was hidden from the public.

Ellen remained in New Jersey to assist you with taking care of Jack while Jim left back to Michigan and also went to visit Quinn in Vancouver. You decided to use your FMLA time from work to take care of Jack and the Hughes family offered to pay you whatever wages you would miss during this time off but you declined; you were doing this out of the kindness of your heart. You were willing to be there by his side, just like before. Even though Jack hurt you in a serious way, you still held a little love in your heart for him and did not want to abandon him during this challenging time in his life. Some people in your life thought what you were doing was insane but you didn’t care. You gradually began to move your things into the penthouse and helped him out in whatever ways he needed, whether it was going grocery shopping or taking him to his appointments. It felt a bit strange to re-settle back into a routine with Jack again after not being together for so long but it worked. Your presence back in Jack’s life was comforting to him and he felt less on edge around you; he trusted you more than anyone else outside of his family and teammates. The more time you spent together, the more things felt like it was before the breakup. A month after the accident, Ellen was fully comfortable with leaving Jack with you and returned to Michigan.

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One afternoon while you were doing laundry at the penthouse, your phone rang. The HR department at your job called to inform you that they were restructuring and your job position was being terminated. You burst into tears and without hesitation, Jack emerged from his video call with Quinn to console you. It felt weird to be embraced by Jack since you weren’t together anymore but his hug was what you needed right then and there. He didn’t think about it but Jack planted a kiss on your head as you sobbed; you were spiraling over the news that you didn’t even notice the act. He reassured you that it was all going to be okay and that you would bounce back from this. Whenever you were upset about anything when you were dating, Jack would always try to get you a sweet treat to make your taste buds happy. He had always kept an emergency ice cream in his freezer so he handed you a pint of Oreo ice cream after you returned from cleaning your face in the bathroom. You quietly thanked Jack for the ice cream and ended up sharing that treat together while looking through his camera roll. As a part of his recollection therapy, Jack looked at different pictures on his phone and he would stop and ask you who different people were or what the significance of a certain location was. Through this process, Jack slowly started to gain some of his memories back and you learned that he never deleted some of the photos from when you were together.

You and Jack had spent so much time trying to unlock memories that it was rare for you to create a brand new one from scratch; that opportunity came on a snow day. Jack begged you to spend some time in the snow and you couldn’t say no to his puppy dog eyes so you ventured outside. The two of you made snow angels, built a snowman together, and had a snowball fight. You both were having so much fun outside that you stayed out until the sun set. After showering and warming up inside, you and Jack settled in to watch a movie but sat apart from each other on opposite ends of the couch. If Jack had it his way at that moment, he would pull you in closer towards him.

Hockey was still an important part of you and Jack’s life even if he couldn’t play at the moment. You remained in constant contact with his agent and other important team personnel on his status. Even though you were no longer considered an official member, the Devils WAGs still checked in on you and invited you to hang out with them if you needed a temporary change of scenery. Luke and Nico would come over after every home game to spend time with him and his other teammates would come visit as well to keep Jack in the loop on what’s going on with the team behind the scenes. It was also hard for him to watch games but slowly, you and Jack began watching them together. As time went on, you could tell that he was itching to get back on the ice so you arranged with the Devils medical staff and one of the assistant coaches to give Jack an opportunity to skate.

You drove Jack to the Devils practice rink so he could get some ice time for the first time since the accident. The car ride over to the rink was interesting because Jack remembered certain things about the route there, like the street names, but he could not remember the building number of the practice facility. Jack was both excited but a bit nervous to be back on the ice. He missed the feeling of the cold rink air on his skin and the glide of his stride when he skated but he also felt scared that he may have forgotten what to do. Those worries faded away once Jack stepped onto the ice; being on the ice after so long made his heart feel so full. You sat in the stands as you proudly watched Jack work with the team assistant coach on simple skating and hockey drills. Towards the end of his ice time, Jack yelled and asked if you wanted to skate around with him; you agreed to a quick lap around the ice sheet. Jack eagerly helped you tie your skates and you cautiously reached for his hand to help you onto the ice. He was so happy that you joined him to do his favorite activity, even if you weren’t the best at it. He was notoriously known for not being the greatest skater but you didn’t have the best edgework either. Jack didn’t remember that he was the one who taught you how to skate but it was okay because you still knew the important skating skills. You slowly skated by his side and watched your former lover aimlessly float on the ice. You could see a light had returned into Jack’s eyes and the two of you skated around until it was time for the Zamboni to resurface the ice for a youth team practice. On the ride back to the penthouse, Careless Whisper by George Michael came on the radio and Jack instantly remembered that the song was your go-to karaoke song. He didn’t remember all of the lyrics but he sang along with you the parts that he did know. That moment turned into the two of you sitting in the car for hours, singing together and testing Jack’s memory on various songs.

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It had been a few months since the accident happened. The members of Jack’s medical team had advised for him to return to play at the start of the following season so you still had some extra time together. Jack was so grateful that you had been taking care of him and he wanted to thank you so he talked with his agent to arrange for the two of you to have dinner at a fancy Greek restaurant in New York City. At first, you felt blindsided by what Jack asked you but he reassured you it wasn’t a date but a way to show his appreciation for all of your hard work. You agreed to his dinner request and traveled to NYC. Jack thought you looked absolutely stunning in your outfit and from his game-day suits, you knew that he cleaned up nicely. Surprisingly, during your time in the city, only a few Devils fans stopped and approached Jack for a picture or a signature and he responded positively to their requests. The dinner itself went well; the meal was delicious and you laughed together with a joy in your hearts that hadn’t been there in a while. You missed dressing up and going out with Jack like this but you both had to constantly remind yourself that this dinner wasn’t a date, just a thank-you dinner between exes.

While you were leaving the restaurant together, an irritating, grating voice began to call out Jack’s name. When you stopped and turned around, you recognized the person who was there. It was her, the model that Jack cheated on you with. You had never met her before but you knew her from her Instagram pictures. She began rambling about how she’s been trying to get contact with him but Jack stood there bewildered; he didn’t remember her at all. She tried flirting with Jack in front of you but he rejected her advances and told her to leave him alone. Before leaving, the girl rudely told Jack to hit her up if he ever got bored with you again. Jack was confused as to who she was so you explained to him the history between them. He had always known that you weren’t dating anymore but he never inquired as to why and he was surprised to know the truth.

Just like the car ride back to the penthouse when you took him home from the hospital, you and Jack sat in silence until you arrived at your destination. Neither of you said anything to each other because things were now very awkward. The elephant in the penthouse was the status of your relationship with Jack; you were still considered broken up and just friends but it was obvious that something else was lingering in the air between you. Jack began to fall back in love with you with the time that you spent together and it was genuine. Every time you were around him, it was like Jack forgot that you weren’t in love with each other anymore and you had to restrain yourself from falling for the man who previously shattered your trust and heart. Yes, he was stupidly immature by cheating on you in the past but this whole experience made Jack realize that he made a horrible mistake by not fully cherishing how special you are. Despite being healed on the surface, the wound left from the heartbreak was still there; you did forgive him for what he did to you and Jack eventually forgave himself for what happened. You wanted each other back but there was still a long way to go on the path to romantic reconciliation. Despite what happened to Jack and what he did, he was still the same guy who went all-out on your birthday, the same guy who always brought you flowers from the grocery store, the same guy you fell in love with and you were the same person he loved all along.

Over time, Jack continued to gain some of his memories back. There were still some things he couldn’t remember and there was no certainty that he would ever remember those things again but he also created lots of new memories too. Jack eventually returned to playing hockey full-time; you moved out and got a new job. In the meantime, the two of you would remain friends but being back in a romantic relationship with each other was no longer completely off the table anymore. Things with Jack may not be the same way as it was before you split but you both knew this was a chance to start over and create something new.

[rhiannonsknife]

also please lmk if asks like that aren't your thing! i'm used to leaving little train of thought asks in a few other blogs but idk if thats like what you enjoy getting in your inbox 😔

nooo don’t worry i absolutely love receiving asks!! if you have any thoughts to share, feel free to absolutely spam my inbox with them! 😭😭

i’ll try my best to turn them into short blurbs or just add my own thoughts to them <3

[stagefoureddiediaz]

I feel the need to remind everyone that Check pattern theory has never once failed me so Eddie being in Check when he called Marisol to set up a date (coupled with the fact that Eddie literally said dating people you met on a call never works out well and then the show literally re-enforcing that by having her remind him that they met on one of his calls) is the reason for my nonchalance over Marisol still being around.

So, whilst I'd rather we didn't have a transphobe on the show, I'm not going to expend any energy on her - she'll serve her purpose and leave, she's a plot device and she isn't meant to stick around past her use of getting Eddie (and Chris) to where the writers need them to be.

[dangaer]

shi.n's amnesia later route is such an out of character experience bc wdym someone this cute shows me all the love they have for me and i dont healthily communicate with him that im feeling overwhelmed by it.

[hersweetrevenge]

Popping in to wish you a happy Shaperil and ask. . . What is Corey Cunningham's best kill?

hi toxic, happy shaperil !! 🎃🔪 and thank you for the question !!

i love all of corey's kills, of course. all of them mean something special to him and to his story. he put his whole pussy into all of his kills because those people deserved it.

but to answer your question, i'm very partial to the corkscrew kill for dr. mathis, if only for how sloppy it is, plus i am a silly scarecrow stan above all else. this kill is corey's first outing as a killer without michael (for now), and i feel like the improvised weapon and sloppy execution are fitting for corey who is trying to regain control. sure, it's not perfect, but he doesn't need it to be perfect, he need the job done 💪 i am deeply obsessed as well with the shot of the scarecrow after deb turns the light on, those big expressionless eyes and stupid smile looking up at her. there's something about the movement, or how we don't see the whole movement, that gives major uncanny valley.

however, i think corey bludgeoning stacy is a very underrated kill. there's just something about the brute strength he shows that gets to me. with a knife it's different, it's hands on but it's cleaner in a way, sliving into someone, but the wrench is blunt and heavy. and corey does not hold back with swinging it. it's on of his more brutal kills in my opinion, and i love imagining what he was thinking, what he looked like when he was doing this truly merciless act.

and i wouldn't be a devoted member of the joan cunningham hate club if i didn't mention her death too. although it isn't really shown on screen (besides the deleted scene) i am obsessed with thinking about it's context and emotional implications. joan not knowing it's corey, corey finally getting rid of the person he both loved and hated most in the world, joan begging for corey to be safe and corey knowing it's too fucking late.

[supermarine-silvally]

ooooh wanna see Ace, Sabo, Luffy and Yara as kids xD

An ASL + Yara AU just for you, anon! one day I'll work up the motivation to draw it but my drawing inspiration has been virtually nonexistent as of late

Enjoy these headcanons~

So in this AU, Mihawk left Yara in Windmill Village because it was somewhere Shanks recommended would be safe enough for her. He gives her to a foster family to raise while he's away, but he doesn't cut off all contact with her like he does in Yara's canon story. Therefore, Yara has a happier upbringing than she does normally, with foster parents who love her, but she still resents Mihawk for his extremely minimal parenting. Whenever he comes back to visit, he teaches her some swordplay (but to be honest, she probably learned more from Shanks than she did Mihawk and has a much greater respect for him than her own father).

Luffy befriends Yara first, since they're both kids in Windmill Village. Although she's quite quiet and spends most of her time in the local library, Luffy does insist on playing with her and will drag her out to go play by the ocean or show her cool bugs or stuff that he has found.

Yara has heard about Ace at this point, since he has gotten himself into trouble on more than one occasion, and she knows of him as this weird, angry kid who keeps asking about Gold Roger and beating up local thugs, but they don't meet face-to-face until later.

Once Luffy is sent to live with the Dadan family, he insists on introducing Yara to Ace and Sabo. Sabo and Yara hit it off instantly, but Ace acts like he wants nothing to do with her because she's a girl and will only slow them down.

(I can imagine Ace and Yara having a Calvin and Susie from Calvin and Hobbes-like relationship lol upon re-watching the postwar arc, I noticed young Ace doesn't have a very high opinion of girls XD)

Ace doesn't want her to accompany them in their adventures and tries to 'no girls allowed' their treehouse, but Luffy and Sabo overrule him on multiple occasions.

Yara honestly isn't terribly fond of Ace, either. She thinks he's a rude, belligerent little brat, and the two get into disagreements often. (If you had asked Yara back then which of the brothers she would one day end up married to, she probably would've said Sabo lol Ace would've been an unfathomable option)

Tensions between the two reach the point where Yara ends up smacking Ace hard enough to draw blood, at which Ace develops a begrudging kind of respect for her and allows her to accompany them into the woods more often. (She also learns his secret at the same time Luffy does, but rather than use it to provoke Ace, she just assures him that she doesn't mind who his father is).

Running around in the woods with the boys does help her hone her swordplay skills. She even engages in some shenanigans in the Goa Kingdom, stealing items and dining and dashing and the like, but at some point, her foster parents find out and she gets grounded with a warning that she is not to see them again.

Despite this, she still manages to sneak out and gets caught up in the Grey Terminal incident, barely making it out with Luffy and the mountain bandits alive.

She is absolutely devastated by Sabo's death, which kickstarts her hatred of the World Government and the Celestial Dragons.

Mihawk hears about all the trouble Yara has been getting in with these boys and decides (alongside her foster parents) to send her away to finishing school, where she will get a good education and learn how to behave like a proper lady. So Luffy and Ace end up having to say goodbye to her, too. (Or, rather, they hear that she was sent away without being allowed to say goodbye to them).

A few years later, Yara finally returns to Windmill Village and meets Ace and Luffy again. Luffy is excited to show her all the new moves he's been working on, whereas Ace, in the full throes of puberty, is immediately smitten. He has certainly grown up a lot, and with some help from Makino, is hardly the rude little brat Yara used to know.

Cue a childhood friends-to-lovers arc full of awkward teenage romance and a desire to make up for lost time that results in them sneaking out together every single night, though it still takes awhile for them to come to terms with their blossoming feelings for each other.

They're sitting on a cliff overlooking the sea when Ace (16) finally works up the nerve to ask Yara (15) if he can kiss her. (She says yes). He also tells her of his plans to go out to sea on his birthday and asks her to come with him, which she accepts.

When Ace sets sail at 17, he takes Yara with him and she becomes the first member of the Spade Pirates. With Yara’s competence as a navigator, they avoid being shipwrecked on Sixis Island, instead stopping there to refill some supplies. That’s where they meet Deuce and where Ace, who wants to explore a bit, comes across the Mera Mera no Mi. The three of them decide to build a better boat than the one Ace and Yara currently have that Ace can power with his newfound abilities. Things proceed as normal from there.

[sillyabtmusic]

YOUR TAGS 😭😭😭😭😭 omg friend i am losing my mind 😭🫶 it's so special to be a part of a joke between you and your mom and also your own brain chemistry (???? 😭) truly appalling and awesome and i am honored

ALKDFJALDKJF very glad to hear you find it special because when i was tracking it down to reblog i for sure thought it'd be a bigger post then it was like 9 notes and i felt so silly reblogging it 😭 but yeah pretty much your ramblings about jongho and hongjoong are permanently embedded in my psyche now 🫶

[theinfinitedivides]

this is so random but i would love to hear your opinion on mydramalist as a fellow asian drama lover. because it’s obviously well known as a reliable wiki of sorts in dramaland but i beg to differ. (the only plus i feel being the summary and cast list for info)

i mean, i’ve not seen a single comsec w more than two brain cells as a whole? there’s always complaints about female leads rooted from misogyny, they are never happy about story progression, and i just find so many of them kinda dumb sorry lol. like zero media literacy to be found, insufferable arguments, etc. the star ratings are rly just given to popular dramas w high profile actors too.

and i personally find it disheartening that so many ppl end up referring to mdl when considering dramas because so many gems are then lost and not given appreciation.

anon. anon anon anon if you know the way i sat straight the f*ck up when i saw the notification and then read through this ask bc yes. yes to everything here that is exactly it. almost three fourths of what i've watched this year was either 1. not received well by the general MDL crowd (Moon in the Day. where is the taste brethren to not like MITD and not even for reasons that actually make sense), 2. received well but had a good chunk of people bitching in the comment section, or 3. received well but had the main point of the show (and its relevant characterization) go over their heads. (The Worst of Evil aka TWOE comment section, i am f*cking looking at you. i can count on one hand the number of people who understood what that show was supposed to be about) the one fourth that managed to escape was bc the toxicity did not reach the comment section and everyone was pretty f*cking civil. alas if only it could be like that all of the time

case in point for the ratings example, since we've already briefly tackled the lack of media literacy—j-dramas on MDL are notoriously rated much, much lower than either k- or c-dramas. half of the time that's bc there are less users watching (and rating) them therefore the average is lower but the other half it's bc people simply do not understand good media when they see it. don't get me wrong there's some freaky ass sh*t in the j-drama world that i would not touch with a Grinch level pole but to see MDLers out here talking about how slow j-dramas are and that nothing's happening. have you considered that you are either watching the wrong genre or you shouldn't be watching j-dramas in the first place bc their entire setup and general narrative framing arcs are not your style. have you even thought about that for six seconds or are you too busy expecting it to read like a typical tropey rom-com k-drama with your trending oppas. (no hate on my tropey rom-coms with [most of] said oppas, i need them when i don't want to think i just want to see sh*t on my screen and scream about hot people and the Hand Umbrellas in the Rain and the Back Hold when the male lead catches the female lead before she falls and you have the fifteen second focus on their faces just looking at each other)

and the misogyny. oh God do not get me started on the dichotomy that was the Cult, as we affectionatly called ourselves, on the feeds while THEE sageuk of the year My Dearest was airing (beloved show [that i still need to finish. JangChae i'm sorry ily life hates me like the mf it is 😭], beloved commentary on the feeds. they saw the vision on the feeds) vs the sh*tshow that was the landmine field of the comment section (the takes i saw on Gil Chae, Eun Ae AND Ryang Eum respectively.......... the misogyny wasn't enough we had to add the homophobia into the mix. buy one get one free deal fr fr). you mad man. that sh*t was insane there was a point i banned myself from scrolling farther than the cast section until the show finished airing. i kid you not on average they didn't have even half a braincell. maybe a quarter of a quarter of one. f*cked up just say you are not decent people and go

this is not to say that all of MDL is like this. i have gotten tuned into absolute masterpieces of content (and have tuned others, amen) bc of a comment comparing a show i'm watching to another one or a review being posted in the feeds about a film with less than 500 people interested. i have reconsidered my choice to not watch something after having spirited discussions in private messages discussing the pros and cons of the premise and whether they managed to get it done without f*cking sh*t up. i still contribute semi-regularly by adding relatively unknown actors and crew members to the database so they can get the credit due them. if you know where to look, you can get some good sh*t out of that place. problem is most users who are new to both the site and East/Southeast Asian cinema as a whole don't know where to look, and the cycle continues, and the ratings continue to be skewed/bloated and no one pays attention to the plot, if there even is any to pay attention to.

tl;dr: begging people to not let MDL be the be all end all for their drama recs a la 'well MDL doesn't like it so i won't watch it'. babe we have said MDLers complaining about how the ratings on Viki are too high but in my entire time watching dramas i've found that in the past two to three years the Viki ratings are making more sense than the MDL ones. sit with that for a sec. when you're done branch out and see the world (literally and cinematically), i promise you will be a better person for it

[aclowntiny]

Question for all who see this: how petty would it be to update my rules to exclude AUs I hate

[buttercupjosh]

Moving Out

(gif credit to @nastybastian)

word count: 1,688

genres: breakup, angst, a bit sad, self-insert

warnings: none

A/N: This story is based off of the songs "Moving Out" by Kacey Musgraves, "Giver/Taker" by Kacey Musgraves, "Something In The Orange" by Zach Bryan, and “we don't fight anymore” by Carly Peace feat. Chris Stapleton and I make references to these songs throughout the story. I highly recommend listening to these songs before reading my story. This story is short but it’s also a bit sad. It’s not set at a specific moment in time (It’s taking place in a fictional future but you could also say that it’s set during this ongoing season or even a past season). It’s written with a female reader in mind because I’m a female of color but the reader doesn’t specifically have to be a POC or a woman and there’s no dialogue. As always, I’m open to any and all feedback, comments or questions; just put them in my inbox or dm me. Thank you so much in advance for reading, I appreciate it😌

(P.S. I have other stories (linked here) that I have written for other players as well if you want to check those out)

“I wish I didn’t but I do, I remember, I remember all the nights with you” -I Remember Everything by Zach Bryan feat Kacey Musgraves

Autumn was unofficially moving into New Jersey but you were in the process of moving out of the vacation home that you shared with Jack. It wasn’t easy to leave such a place that had so many memories, both good and bad. Everyone thought you were crazy for buying a fixer-upper house in the Point Pleasant Beach area; Jack made millions from his hockey career so he could afford to buy a ready-to-move-in home, like how he did for the summer house in Michigan, but you couldn’t find the right place that matched what you both wanted so you went all in on a place that needed some work and made it your own. You and Jack spent an entire off-season turning that house into a home; you painted walls together, built furniture, talked to contractors, and added more of your unique touch to it. The house was in a perfect location where you were secluded away from the public but not too far away from the beach; it reminded Jack of his summers back home in Michigan and provided itself to be an oasis to get away from the chaos of life you had in Jersey City. You celebrated holidays and hosted other events there and whenever Jack was injured, he would spend time there to get a change of scenery. Sometimes, you both retreated to the vacation house whenever you needed space from each other but always returned back to your shared condo in the city.

Neither you nor Jack wanted to leave the vacation house for good but you had to; you and Jack had grown apart from each other over the past few months. You couldn’t quite explain why your relationship became so distant but your relationship began to feel more like you were giving each other pieces of love instead of the whole thing anymore. You both tried and tried but nothing worked and you lost each other over time. Things weren’t the same anymore; the pulse on your relationship was so faint. Love was on the line but at the same time, it was also rapidly fading away. The only time you ever touched was passing each other in the hall of your shared condo and your conversations were limited to talking about the weather lately and other small talk. Over time, you stopped yelling at each other whenever you fought and your fights began to cease. Your shared bed started to feel like you were across the ocean from each other. Even though Jack would be physically there in the same place at the same time, you felt so lonely around him. You eventually stopped caring if Jack stayed out all night or if his phone was blowing up in the middle of the night with FaceTime calls, phone calls, and texts from whoever. He stopped asking how you were doing. If you had a choice, you would give Jack everything that he wanted and never ask for any of it back; if it was the other way around, Jack would take all of it back. At the end of the day, to you, he was just a man but to Jack, you were everything to him.

This was going to be both of your last times at the vacation house. It didn’t make sense to keep the house anymore so over the summer, it was sold to a sweet family who wrote a nice letter to you and Jack, thanking you for the house. The moving company was arriving at 8 am the following morning to pick up some of the stuff left over to put into storage. Since your break-up, you and Jack had both slowly begun moving things out but there were still a few things left over to remove. You both agreed to return back to leave the house you shared better than you found it. You waited for Jack to arrive to open up the house; you gave back your key to the place when you broke up. Jack did offer for you to live in the vacation house after you broke up but you couldn’t bring yourself to do that so you moved in temporarily with a roommate before getting a job offer that moved you out of the area. You didn’t have to wait long for Jack to show up and you exchanged an awkward hey with your ex-boyfriend.

You still remembered that Jack carried you bridal-style over the front door threshold on the day that you got the keys to the vacation house but this time, he coldly pushed the door open; still being a gentleman to you, Jack let you walk in first. You brought over some snacks and drinks in case you got hungry and thirsty during the final stages of the moving-out process. In the kitchen, you and Jack began to discuss what parts of the home you would each tackle. Right before leaving the kitchen, you stepped onto a part of the floorboard that creaked and a memory came back to the both of you. During the renovation process, you discovered that some of the floorboards in the home would creak. Instead of fixing that issue, Jack left it alone because he loved the way the floors would creak when you danced together.

Jack began to dismantle some of the leftover furniture in the living room while you cleaned out the guest bedroom. While he was checking the couch to make sure nothing was left inside of it, he found a Polaroid of you both underneath the couch. The photo was of you and Jack nicely dressed up for your first Christmas at the vacation house. That Christmas, you hosted both of your families and some friends; it would have been a nice gathering but Jack unintentionally gave everyone food poisoning because he put moldy blue cheese into the apple-cranberry salad side. Despite the discomfort in your stomachs, you, Jack, and your guests still partied anyway. Jack was unsure of what to do with the picture he discovered; he internally debated on whether or not to give it to you or keep it for himself.

Meanwhile, you had moved on to cleaning out the master bedroom. Being back in that room brought back so many memories to you. You would miss watching the sunrise peak through the windows as your alarm clock with Jack right by your side. One evening, a storm hit the area and the nice tree in the front yard lost one of its branches while you were both in the house. The branch almost crushed Jack’s car but thankfully, it felt just to the left of it. Jack always joked with you that the house was haunted and he always thought it was so cute how you were easily startled. Of course, the loud sound scared you out of your sleep but Jack was right there to comfort you in his arms; he reassured you that everything was going to be okay. Everything was okay back then but it isn’t right now, you thought to yourself.

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As things were moved around, thrown away, and cleaned up, there was a heaviness that lingered in the atmosphere of the home; a heaviness that fully replaced the happiness you once shared as lovers in that space. You both continued to clear out what was left over in the house, reminiscing about the memories made there along the way. As you both mentally reflected on what occurred in the vacation house, you remembered so many good things but also very negative things that caused painful feelings to rise to the surface. You began to quietly cry to yourself because you felt overwhelmed with your emotions before being interrupted by Jack checking on you. He wanted to comfort you but decided against it; Jack knew that same feeling all too well but he wasn’t going to publicly display that.

If the walls of the vacation house could talk, they would gush about the love you once shared together; how you would sometimes fall asleep on Jack’s shoulder and he would never complain about the weight of your head on his very sensitive shoulder because your head felt weightless to him and how you would always send Jack a text of different motivational quotes as a part of his pre-game ritual. You also fought so much in the house that the walls could repeat those hurtful words you exchanged to each other back to the both of you. As the relationship with your lover broke down and deteriorated, the only thing that grew at the vacation house was your disdain for each other and the roses in the front yard that Ellen, his mother, suggested planting.

The house was essentially four walls with so much space but those four walls meant so much to the both of you. You began to feel tired because you worked so hard and accomplished so much to make the house ready for both the movers and the realtor, who was going to give the house to the new owners. Jack offered to finish things up before you left. You exchanged one final hug with Jack and he held you in his arms like you were made of glass. You loved him so much but had to let him go both physically and emotionally. Jack walked you out to your car after that final embrace, stood outside, and watched you drive away. After you left, Jack remained outside and stared up at the sky with tears forming in his eyes. He used to look at the sunrise as a sign of hope for your relationship because despite the bad moments in your relationship, the sun would still rise. There was something in the orange sunset that painted the sky and touched the grass on the ground at that moment that told him that you weren’t ever coming back again. You would miss each other so much but you both gave and took as much as you could and your relationship was over. Jack deeply wished that you would turn your headlights around and return to him.

[bunnyboy-juice]

;~; (tags vent)

[pyrriax]

ANYWHO goodnight tumblr i'll be back on the art grind tomorrow i think 🙏

[myreia]

Why is it that whenever I have an unintentional nap it always makes me grumpy. Or amplifies any previous grumpiness by 1000%. And then I see something on my dash that is completely unrelated to the thing that I'm annoyed about and then that unrelated thing annoys me and the grumpiness is amplified by another 1000%...