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ravenadottir · 3 years

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Hear me out: headcannons about Bobby growing old with mc🥺 (I needed some fluff T-T)

no no no no no, you can’t just come in here and do this to me!! that’s so wholesome! i think i’m gonna have to divide this in decade marks, and maybe stop at the 30 year mark? i can do a part II later. 🤔

‘10 year mark’

the ‘mckenzie’ brand has expanded to restaurants, bars and bakeries all over the uk

the bars are considered a hot spots in the big cities. pictures of young ‘paisley cuddle’ are scattered on the walls, along with the pics from the villa’s parties, to set the theme

the restaurants have bobby and his experiences with famous chefs, like jake ‘sweetcheeks’ wilson, mary berry, gordon ramsey, wolfgang puck.

the bakeries however have the pictures from the time bobby went on the bake off show and won.

there’s small town models of the bakeries/restaurants that are seen as ‘family diners’

you and bobby already have two kids, 4 years apart from each other. in my head bobby is the type to have them earlier so they can live their best life together, have fun in the kitchen or in the backyard playing ball.

he loves throwing birthday parties every year, and of course, baking the cake. to which year is a different theme. “babe, you take care of the decorations and the details i’m definitely gonna forget, and me?” he puffs his chest holding a whisk. “i’m the cake guy.”

bobby is the reason why the kids love the parties so much. he’s the type of parent that goes on the slider with the kids, jumps with them in the bounce house, starts the water balloon wars…

the parents are so thankful for him since he’s pretty much the one who keeps an eye on them at all times.

usually, he’s waking up early every day because it became a habit since his hospital times. he never really shook that habit. so he prepared breakfast, takes the dog out, while you wake the kids up to eat and rush them to school

the dad that takes two different cameras and a phone to film and take pictures during his kids’ public presentations, games, recitals and science fairs “dad, one phone is enough” “yeah, but your dad needs backup! i’m from the 90′s darling. i can’t be any different” he says, shrugging with a grin.

you guys have a small house on the outskirts of glasgow or london, depending on who won the bet you had when you got married.

you’re pregnant again. entirely unplanned and now bobby can’t stop crying,. he always wanted three kids.

‘15 year mark’

a third child came three years ago, which made you consider a much more peaceful place to buy a house. and a bigger one for that matter.

bigger bakyeard means more people and their kids playing around the lawn, as bobby and gary grill sausages, making stupid jokes about it, and you and the girls have drinks shaking your heads.

you and bobby are gary’s kids’ godparents

ibrahim can’t come, he’s to busy making mad money on brand deals. noah is calming the kids down, by reading something in the living room, while bobby shakes a cocktail for the tired parents.

gary gives you a new couple of puppies, because the dog you had has unfortunately passed away. (sorry!)

your first kid is just turning 13 and being a little pain in the ass. but they like their uncles and aunties so they will actually raise their heads from *inser new device that will replace phones*

you guys travel in your car, to spend a week in cabins, fishing, playing ball, having picnics close to the lake

bobby always throws at least one of the kids in the water, before jumping in and splashing everyone. “bet you can’t do better than that, babe…” he says to you, raising his brows suggestively. “watch me, mckenzie.”

summer time and the lake became a tradition since it was the first place you and him spent a holiday alone

the employees that attend to you in hotels refer to you as “the mckenzie’s”

in the city, you have a trustworthy babysitter that will spend the night so you and bobby can have some time alone

he surprises you with dates and flowers out of nowhere

early nights are made for you and bobby to help the kids with homework

at this point, bobby is invited to be a special guest in cooking/baking competitions in the uk

and to have a “masterclass” of hiw own, where he mostly credits you for the idea of expanding, the execution of the administrative plans and how to actually expand a business. “i only do the cooking. she’s the genius behind the money.” he laughs while crossing his legs during his online course.

‘20 year mark’

kids’ sad times. graduations are happening. the youngest is entering third grade, the other one is in uni, far from home. “did you have to choose something so far from your old man?” “dad… of course! how else would i have a ‘paisley cuddle’ phase?” they respond, laughing. “i should’ve never told you thats story! now you’re having ideas!” “relax dad. everything is gonna be fine!” the middle one is entering high school and their rebellious phase.

bobby follows through with his part of the deal when you got married, by wearing something ridiculous to embarrass your kid at their graduation. “dad, you look like a hawaiian drug dealer.” “ i know,” “oh, so it wasn’t dark when you got dressed? mom!” “what can i say, your dad doesn’t care for blacks and blues.” “yeah, right…”

professionaly, bobby has a renowned signature dish, plenty of new ideas for the future, like school and courses.

the house is the same you bought five years ago, but now, it’s mostly parents getting together for barbecues, cocktails, movies and game nights

the younger children stay in the tv room upstairs

‘25 year mark’

your second child didn’t go to uni, and decided to help out on the family business. they always felt like this was the life for them and couldn’t wait to finish school to start.

bobby wanted them to go to school to learn everything they could “but dad, you didn’t, and you know so much.” “oof, they got you there, babe.”

you have a second wedding ceremony and a second honeymoon

bobby has a few grey hairs popping through his dreads

he’s still wearing colorful shirts and girls on social media call him ‘daddy’

he’s been invited to cook for the queen (yes, she’s still alive)

you see your friends a few times more a year now.

your third child is going to uni, to follow a career path you never imagined they would, but you’re proud of them

you decided to sell the house, that’s so big now, and find a smaller one that still has an extra bedroom for when your oldest comes to stay with their partner

bobby cracks dad jokes now, and according to gary, he picked them up from him “sure, gary, ‘cause you’re the only man on the planet who tells dad jokes” “stop bickering! you’re like an old married couple.” you say, slapping their arms playfully

‘30 year mark’

your first child just had their first child

“you’re a grandpa, bobs!” gary slaps him on the back, picking up a box of cigars that they will share with noah and ibrahim.

“can’t believe i’m this old.” “if you’re old, what am i?” you ask him, folding your arms on your chest. “beautiful?” he responds with a clear guilty expression.

‘things that would happen at all times during this entire journey’

bobby would sing to the kids every night

you would read them bedtime stories, taking turns to do the voices

it’s a tradition to cook together on special occasions, no matter what happens. the three kids, you and bobby would always spend the day listening to music, talking about life, slicing, sauteeing, mixing, measuring. it’s a tradition that will never die

when your grandkids come around, they will be the the ones resposible for measuring

drawings that your kids do in school akways have extra colors on bobby’s outfits. his name also has more than three colored letters

bobby has taught your kids how to play the guitar

rainy afternoons were known as “dad’s baking afternoons”

you and bobby had a hard time to find a compromise between being friends and parents.

open conversations with your kids, about everything. they knew what to expect in the world.

bobby’s parents would visit, to spend a whole weekend and share stories of his childhood, as yours would too

family vacation always had a ‘car trip and singing along to the radio’ type of tradition as well

your oldest now takes their child for family vacation in the same spot you and bobby used to

twice a year you guys rent a place for the family to have some bonding, even after they get married (or not)

“your dad is the finest pillow fort architect in the uk”

camping in the backyard when you had to cancel a trip

you’re in charge of coaching and playing sports in the back of the house while bobby relaxes under the sunlight “i was never very athletic”. he’s the empire

*these are the ones on the top of my head. i must’ve left dozens behind :/

#litg #love island the game #love island the game season 2 #litg s2 #litg season 2 #fusebox #fusebox games #bobby mckenzie #queue #submission #litg bobby

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stripper-patrick · 5 years

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Always be my baby💛 Erik Killmonger

Lil Mama 🍷

Oh shit♋️

Here for you📴

Bitch⚔️

Always be my baby💛

Warnings: language, fluff

Relationship: Erik Killmonger x black plus sized reader

We’re sitting down and I take a sip of my water when Erik looks at me. “What?”

“Can’t I look at you?” I blush and shake my head

“Quit it”

“I’m looking at my beautiful wife carrying my beautiful daughter”

“Wife? I don’t see a ring on my finger”

“Trust me baby girl I’m gon marry you”

“Ok I’ll hold you for that”

“What can I get you guys today?”

“Can I get the spicy chicken cashew?”

“Of course and for you sir”

“The same” the waiter nods and takes our menus leaving us alone again.

“This is nice almost like our last dinner before the baby comes”

“So what are we gonna name her?”

“I was thinking Zari’Elle”

“That’s beautiful and her middle and last?”

“Well obviously she’ll have your last name and I mean your government name”

“Ok for her middle name I like Naiya”

“She’ll be next in line for the throne”

“Will she? I think baby girl will do great” After a little while our food comes and I take a bite. It’s so good. I lean back and smile placing my hand on my stomach.

“Damn is it that good?” I nod taking another bite. “Lemme get a bite”

“I can’t have shit”

“You got me” he smiles. I stab a piece of chicken and he takes it off the fork.

“Gotdamn thats spicy” E coughs. He takes a sip of his water and I laugh.

“It has a little kick” I shrug eating more

...

“Ready?” I nod and he helps me out the booth. We get in the car and he begins the drive back to the house. “Do we have everything for Zari?” I nod

“Yup birth plan, nursery, car seat everything is set”

“Good” I sit on the couch and Erik sits next to me. He turns on the tv and I lay my head on his shoulder.

“I’m tired”

“Go to sleep then I’ll wake you up when we should leave” I nod closing my eyes and fall asleep.

...

I wake up to Erik’s phone ringing and he lifts his head off of mine grabbing it. I lift my head and use Erik’s leg as leverage to get up.

“Yea. Yea we’re on the way got caught in traffic. Ok cool” he hangs up “Can you help me with my shoes please” he nods bending down and grabbing my sandals.

“Baby your feet are swollen” he says

“I don’t even know what they look like anymore” I feel myself getting emotional and a tear falls. Erik stands up “Why are you crying babe”

“I miss my feet” He wipes my tears kissing my cheek

“They’ll be back now come on let’s go get more food” I feel a weird pain in my lower abdomen and it immediately goes away. Maybe Zari pushed on something. Or the spicy food.

....

We get to the cookout and we greet everyone eventually seeing Cody on the grill. Erik daps him up and Cody kisses my cheek. He rubs my stomach. “Baby girl still hanging in there?” He asks flipping the burgers

“Yea” His hand stays on my belly as he feels Zari starts to kick. I look at Erik who has his eyes trained on Cody.

“She’s a soccer player” before I can say anything Erik nods and groans. There he go again.

“Well there’s food in the kitchen help yourselves and enjoy” we nod. Erik holds my hand up the steps and opens the door to the house for me. We see more people and introduce ourselves. I grab a plate filling it with food. “Is that my plate?” He smiles

“Hell nah this is Zari’s plate”

“She not gon eat all of that”

“Yea ok” I laugh. He makes his plate and we sit down.

“Why you gotta be so jealous don’t nobody got my attention except for you”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” he stabs into his macaroni and cheese taking a bite. “Lemme get some” he sucks his teeth and lets me get a bite. Another pain hits me and I gasp.

“What?”

“Nothing I think she keeps hitting something” I rub my back where the pain keeps hitting and his hands replace mine soothing the pain.

“Do you wanna go home?”

“No we just got here I’m fine” I continue eating and I notice some ladies gawking at us. Mainly Erik. I look at him and back at them and they glare at me. “I have no problem whoppin y’all asses while I’m pregnant with HIS child so I suggest you stop staring” they turn away and get up and leave.

“You so damn protective”

“Yea whatever” he stands up and grabs my plate throwing it away before leaning down on the armrests kissing my lips. I feel another pain but I try to ignore it. I groan letting go of his lips and dropping my head. “What do the pain feel like?”

“Like cramps” I take a deep breath feeling the pain subside. “Do you think they’re those fake contractions” Erik is very concerned he hates seeing me in pain.

“Probably” I nod. He helps me up and we go outside where people are playing flag football. Cody is on the yellow team and some other people are on the green team. Erik finds 2 seats and I sit down. He sits next to me and places his hand on my belly rubbing it. We watch the game and all through it that feeling just kept coming back. I hold Erik’s hand as he cheers Cody on. I stand up and go inside going to the bathroom.

....

The pain is damn near unbearable at this point but I know Erik will freak the fuck out. I walk downstairs and take a deep breath. I walk back outside and sit down but Erik is nowhere to be found. I see him dribbling the soccer ball. He’s pretty good. He dribbles it to the goal shooting into the goal and making it. I clap but that comes short when I feel the cramp again. I try to move around so it’ll go away but it only gets worse.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck” I curse under my breath. I bite my lip and close my eyes for a bit “Zari chill”

“You ok?” Cody’s wife Demetria asks. She’s has kids. 4 which is way too many for my comfort.

“Demi how do you know if you’re in labor?” Her eyes go wide

“Well they feel like cramps but times 1000”

“Ok anything else?” I ask

“Your water usually breaks at least mine did here let’s get you some water” I stand back up and go in the house with her. I lean on the counter and she gets me a glass of water.

“Thank you” I gulp half the glass before setting it down

“Are you in labor?”

“I don’t know my water hasn’t broken but I feel those cramps and sharp pains in my back”

“Do you want me to get Erik?”

“No ima thug it out I’m fine” I take another sip

“You know he gon be mad girl”

“He’ll be more anxious than ever and I don’t wanna hype up something that’s not true”

“Let me know if you need anything” i nod and she leaves. I take another deep breath before returning outside. Erik comes up to me a little sweaty.

“Them niggas was light work baby- you ok?”

“Promise me you won’t freak out”

“Baby what’s wrong”

“I think I’m in labor” his eyes go wide “Oh shit”

“Chill E please” another huge pain hits me so hard that I double over in pain groaning. “Son of a bitch” I curse

“We gotta go” Cody comes over

“Is she ok?” Erik smiles “I think ima meet my daughter today” Erik smiles.

He helps me walk to the car and Cody and Demetria are right at my side as well. I get to the front lawn and walk across the grass. I stop feeling a gush of water soak my legs. “I’m scared” tears fall and I scrunch up Erik’s shirt.

“What is it that I always tell her?” I stop and think for a second “That you won’t let anything happen to her”

“Same rules apply” Cody opens the door for me and I get in writhing in pain. Erik jogs around and gets in starting the engine. He drives like a bat out of hell. During the drives the contractions become unbearable.

“How long E” I groan “A short 20 minutes baby” I lift my dress and put my feet on the dashboard “do you need to push?” I nod grabbing his hand. He rubs small circles in mine and I bring my chin to my chest pushing. I grab the overhead holder thing stopping.

“Ow oh my god” tears stream down my face “Come on Baby you got it keep pushing” I push again finally feeling her head.

“Wait wait I don’t feel right somethings not right” Erik speeds up trying to get me to the hospital “Erik I don’t wanna push”

“Baby you’re doing fine everything’s gonna be ok” another contraction hits hard and I scream. I push against my will and more tears drench my face. Her head is out and my baby is blue. “Erik she’s” I sniffle “she’s blue what do we do” “What?” I can see the pain flash across his face “babe just keep pushing she’s ok” he takes off his hoodie setting it on my chest. I push one more time letting out a blood curdling scream and I catch the baby. I wrap her in his hoodie and try to warm her up. She’s not crying, she’s limp.

“Erik she’s not breathing” I cry

“Keep rubbing her back smack her butt do something” I rub her back but to no avail she’s still blue. I smack her butt, again no cries. I look down and notice all the blood that’s still pouring out. “Erik take the baby” I put her in his arms and he looks among me the baby and the road. I see the hospital in sight and lay my head back closing my eyes.

Erik’s POV

I’ve been pacing around wrapped in my own thoughts for an hour. I’ve called her parents and Adria.

“Erik” I turn and see Adria and she hugs me.

“Where is she what happened” her mother asks

“She lost a lot of blood the b-baby wasn’t breathing and she was blue and I don’t know” I panic. They sit down in shock and I continue pacing. I go up to the counter to the receptionist.

“Y/N Y/L/N any update on her”

“No sir we don’t have anything”

“Go find out” I yell. The woman jumps

“Sir go sit down before I call security” “Erik” I turn around to see the doctor with Adria.

“Where is she? How is she? Where’s Zari?” My brain is all over the place. I’ll kill someone if I find out something’s wrong.

“Calm down look both mom and baby are fine. You can see Y/N she’s resting everything went well and Zari were still working with her we don’t know if she’ll-“

I grab him by the collar bringing him closer to me “if you tell me my daughter won’t make it neither will you. You better make sure my baby girl lives” I let him and he gulps “what’s Y/N’s room number”

“698” I nod and go up to her room with Adria and her mother hot on my heels. I get to the room and approach it slowly. I pray silently real quick before walking in and seeing Y/N up an watching tv. I let go of the breath I was holding and run to her side holding her.

“Hi baby” she says “I’m so sorry I didn’t wanna leave you” I sniffle.

“E” “I should’ve never left you I should’ve stayed and taken you here as soon as you started contracting”

“Erik look at me” she places her hand under my chin “I’m fine” The doctor walks in with a clipboard. “We’re still working on Zari’s breathing but she’s getting there”

“Come here doc” he walks closer and she grabs him by the collar. This man is just being whored today.

“If you don’t do all you can and more to save my baby girl I’ll make sure you pay” he gulps looking her directly in her eyes. That’s my baby. Y/N lets him go and smiles. The doctor leaves and Y/N lays back and I kiss her. “I can’t lose you again” She smiles and scoots over allowing me to lay next to her. “You got all this booty so you might be hanging off the bed”

“Don’t play with me” I laugh

Your POV

I wake up to the room door being opened. Erik is asleep in the chair next to my moms and the nurse wheels in Zari. She’s so tiny and perfect.

The nurse smiles at me “she’s all yours and her eyes are grey but they’ll change over time” she picks up the baby and hands her to me. Tears blur my vision but I blink causing them to fall. Her eyes are open and they’re this pretty charcoal color. “Erik” I whisper. He turns his head and I call his name again watching him open his eyes.

“Hmm” he groans

“Come here” he stands up and stretches cracking his back “What you need something?”

“Turn on the small light” he twists the little lamp and adjusts his eyes to the light. He looks down and his eyes go wide. I hold her up and he shakes his head “she’s little”

“Hold her” he takes the baby and she’s not even as long as his forearm. The cradles her head with his hand and holds her butt so she’s upright. I watch tears fall from his eyes. I’ve never seen Erik cry so much at all. “Hi beautiful. Hi Zari’Elle” he just holds her and I wipe my tears. “I’m so glad my girls are ok”

....

Erik is laying next to me holding Zari’Elle after I just fed her. I’m eating and he taps my thigh.

“Aye so you remember how I said I was gonna marry you”

“Yea literally yesterday” I don’t even face him this food is so damn good. “Y/N”

“What do you want little bo- oh my god” I turn around to see a ring in a matte black box.

“Don’t scream but since that punk ass nigga only did cause you were pregnant I figured I’d do it right so Y/N Y/L/N will you-“ I cut him off with a kiss. “Yes” I peck his lips and hug him. I put the ring on and kiss him again.

“Now that we sealed it we gotta make at least 3 more babies” he smiles. My fave goes blank “You touch me and you die”

“We’ll see”

#smut #series #erik killmonger series #erik stevens smut #erik stevens #erik killmonger gifs #erik killmonger #erik killmonger smut #black panther #black panther smut

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graylinesspam · 5 years

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Workplace stories

I work at a kinda theme park campsite place that's 90 percent cabins but we also have pools, a waterpark, and an activities park. It's in a vacation town too so Schlitterbahn is right down the road and there are more tubeing places than gas stations. The point is we get really busy during the summer. The last 2 years I worked in the little snack shack we had there which was basically 2 fryers, a grill top and a rusty pizza oven.

The first year I worked we had a manager who always worked the register and partially because it kept a bunch of freshmen and sophomores from having to deal with the mildly drunk public and partly because she's never cooked a batch of onion rings in her life that didn't burn. She was really cool. Never getting impatient with us and always dealing with the douches that worked in upper management. Not to mention she had a 'don't get me caught and I don't care about you on your phone' policy.

On slow days our manager and her best friend who was basically co-manager would push the chairs out of the way and grab a ball from the claw machine in the arcade so we could all play a game of don't let the ball touch the ground.

Just imagine two grown adults and three teen girls in a kitchen the size of a closed in porch volleyball serving a frog face ball back and forth.

More than once it landed in a fryer basket or on the grill top where it would pop.

I had a coworker who was vegan except for ice cream. She had a cone of the blue bell from the freezer every day. One time while cooking a batch of fries she dropped an entire scoop of chocolate ice cream in in the oil.

For those of you who don't know when you put any liquid much less frozen ice cream in boiling oil it reacts by popping very loudly and spewing oil across the front of the fryer.

I've never seen people scatter so fast in my life.

On Saturdays, we get our food order in from Sisco and bluebell. our manager had just moved positions leaving five teenagers to run all the food by ourselves. But it's ok because our general manager decided that instead of hiring a new manager she'd order our food and make our schedules because of course thats all a manager has to do. That's their whole job.

Can you hear the sarcasm?

Well the person working shift lead on Thursdays has to make a list of everything we need to order so it can be sent to our GM.

One Thursday the only guy on shift, an irresponsible and easily overwhelmed freshman had been put on lead because his sister worked there for a year before him and he knew more or less how the whole place worked. I'll give the kid credit he did his job and kept drama to a minimum. But he didn't know how to deal with management. So when our crazy GM came in for the grocery list he admited he forgot to check the ice cream freezer but had texted the rest if us who had done it the night before and got a list from us.

Our GM took that to mean he didn't know how much ice cream we needed and noticed we had a "no more vanilla" sign up on the window and because management always knows how to run every section of the park despite never working in that department decides that just to be safe she'll order an extra 2 tubs of vanilla.

What she didn't realize is we have a finite amount of freezer space and definitely wouldn't be able to fit any more ice cream in our freezers.

When the delivery came we scrambled throwing 2 full five-gallon tubs on the back of a golf cart and rushing across the Park to activities to see if we could squeeze them in the deep freeze.

We couldn't

So we ran them down to the ranger station to see if we could hide them in the freezer behind the drinks in their freezer

Again no success.

After a full thirty minutes of panic and a growing puddle of white cream in the back of our golf cart we were approached by one of the maintenance guys. Who very quietly told us that there was a freezer in the maintenance shed we could stash them in as long as we

1 didn't tell anyone it was there. They weren't supposed to have one.

2 let them fill up their ice chests every morning from our ice machine

And 3 they gave them free ice cream cones. They never specified how many or for how long

I of course agreed.

There was a policy that anyone who worked at the park could come get food from us at discount but had to wait until the customer orders were done. So don't bother between 12 and 3 because the orders don't pause.

The only exception was a kid from activities. A real tuff country boy who always wore a camo cap and boots despite taking shifts in the pool area. He drove a big jacked up 4x4 and spoke in a deep drawl. He was also diabetic. Which was basically his super power

When he came in we fed him first. No questions asked.

He also may have used low blood sugar as an excuse to get everything from scrap fries to cups of ice cream.

He drank his coke half diet.

He also used his powers for good though, when we got particularly behind and someone complained to the ranger station a manager would come to gripe at us and on several occasions he told them he was feeling dizzy and needed us to make him food which was why we were behind.

Also, there was some weird conspiracy about the mascots on property. Our park was yogi bear themed so we had people dressed as either Yogi, Booboo, or Cindy bear. But none of the staff was allowed to say the bears were costumes.

When we wanted to know when or who was going to be the bear that day we had to ask "who is waking up Yogi today?" or "when is Booboo's nap over?"

You would get actually punished if management heard you say the bears weren't real.

It was a really weird place to work

#workplace stories #managers #kitchen #food service #also bears?

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