#DONT TURN THEM INTO PASTA PLEASE

[nixrya]

So, I woke up for water at 2:40am right, as one does, and decided to watch FUCKING LOKI EPISODE FIVE

TELL ME HOW I CAN JUST GO BACK TO SLEEP NOW, HELLO

BITCJ WHAT i cant do this anymore STOP RBE SPAGHETTI ARE WORSE THAN THE DUST, SO MUCH WORSE

CASEY????? WHAY THE ACTUAL FUCK; QNS MOBIUS???? PLEAse

[57sfinest]

also yall we need to step back from the harryvision and understand that kim, at his core, is a loser (affectionate) like everyone else. so much out there wants to portray him as limitless patience, great cook, super organized, good handwriting, nice tasteful living quarters etc and that's fun to contrast him to harry but well i am here to RUIN that we need to take off the du bois glasses and appreciate kim for the weirdguy that he is. he has horrific fits of road rage and harry genuinely fears for his life riding along with him and witnessing the generational curses this man is capable of unleashing upon the stupid little fucks that cut him off on the 8/81. he has never had the time or space or budget to learn to cook so he lives off deli sandwiches and butter noodles and the occasional grab-and-go fruit. he writes so much so frequently with such awful handwriting that he has invented a new form of shorthand and the moralintern is contacting him to create a cipher system for them. he has no resources to furnish and maintain a nice flat so it's like a slightly gentrified r/malelivingspace but with a table for his sewing machine and there's scrap fabric and thread and half-pinned half-hemmed pants strewn about the place. there are absolutely a bunch of shitty mockups of his old wirral character in the backs of his notebooks and he hasn't played it in years but if he ever picks it back up then his minmax high int high dex definitely-not-a-self-insert sidhe artificer is READY. everyone add your weirdguy kim thoughts NOW 👇

[tinycoffeeroom]

you and i | lando norris

face claim: bela juliana ♡

request: here !

pairing: lando norris x leclerc!reader

requested: Can I request a social media AU leclerc reader x lando based off of the song ‘You and I’ by Rita Ora Thanks so muchhhhh

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y/nleclerc oh to be the girl someone writes love stories about

fan I WILL!!!!! give me 10 minutes and garage band i can pull it off!!! ♥️ y/nleclerc

alexandrasaintmleux every love song is about you gorgeous girl x ↳ y/nleclerc when are you gonna stop pretending you like my brother and just date me instead x ↳ charles_leclerc ?? rude.

landonorris d4vd is so good! can't wait for his show in london :)

lewishamilton pipe is right there 😉 ↳ y/nleclerc that is NOT a love song sir lewis hamilton!!!! ↳ charles_leclerc back off grandpa i will put sand in your petrol tank ↳ lewishamilton woah calm down there bud i was joking i promise ↳ y/nleclerc play nice boys ↳ charles_leclerc he started it ↳ y/nleclerc well stop, i dont want ferrari in my dm's telling me y'all are throwing hands on the grid ↳ georgerussell63 if they do, can someone film it? ↳ y/nleclerc ffs

carmenmmundt prettiest girl in the whole wide world 🩷 ↳ y/nleclerc MWAH MWAH MWAH love you carm 💜

francisca.c.gomes getting ed sheeran on the case rn ↳ y/nleclerc i still bawl my eyes out to cold coffee nearly daily ↳ pierregasly really y/n? ed sheeran? ↳ y/nleclerc ok mr listens to crazy frog when he thinks no one can hear

fan lando being the only one y/n airs everytime ☠️ ↳ fan feel bad for him at this point 😭 ↳ fan y/n you want a lover boy, he is RIGHT THERE

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charles_leclerc need to find you a boyfriend immediately so you'll stop posting sappy songs on ig ↳ y/nleclerc as long as its not one of your colleagues ↳ charles_leclerc whats wrong with them? :((( ↳ y/nleclerc i hear enough about cars from you i dont need it from them too

landonorris iris is a certified BANGER

heidiberger wanna go get coffee?? i need you to give me new songs for my danny playlist ↳ y/nleclerc y'all are so gross but yesssss ↳ heidiberger i think you misspelt cute 😋

fan y/n can i recommend turning page by sleeping at last? i'm not sure if you have it on your playlist already ❤️ ↳ y/nleclerc team edward FOR LIFE!!!! was one of the songs that got me into my lover girl era ❤️❤️

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y/nleclerc garden party with my favourite leclerc saint mleux ❤️

charles_leclerc wow i see how it is... ↳ y/nleclerc not my fault your son is cuter than you ↳ oscarpiastri aw i knew you thought i was cute 🥰🥰 ↳ y/nleclerc the cutest piastri-leclerc! come round for tea soon, i miss my nephew x ↳ oscarpiastri will you make that pasta dish again? ↳ y/nleclerc i will just for you! ↳ landonorris osc save some for me please ↳ oscarpiastri get your own y/n this ones mine ↳ landonorris just you wait

fan the adoption is going strong i see ↳ fan i think y/ns the biggest instigator for it 😭

alexandrasaintmleux am i your favourite saint mleux? 🥺 ↳ y/nleclerc always x

landonorris leo!! miss my little man ↳ fan day 2947 of y/n airing lando ↳ fan leave him be, his little crush is cute

arthurleclerc if leo's your favourite leclerc saint mleux, am i your favourite leclerc? ↳ y/nleclerc not even close, that spot is for maman only ↳ leclerc_pascale 🥰🥰

fan where's the dress from?? its so gorgeous!! ↳ y/nleclerc it's from a little boutique in monaco! let me see if i can find some alternatives online 💜 ↳ fan my queen thank you!!!

fan oh to be at a garden party with the leclercs...

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fan you and alex are so cute ↳ charles_leclerc 😉🤫 ↳ fan what does that mean im scared

fan alex was wearing a floor length dress,, whomstdve is THAT mr leclerc?

arthurleclerc i don't like the way he was looking at her ↳ charles_leclerc don't you dare say anything ↳ arthurleclerc you want.. lando???? to date our sister ↳ charles_leclerc oh he's absolutely smitten, it's cute

y/nleclerc is... is that me and lando? ↳ charles_leclerc you guys looked so cute i couldn't help it ↳ y/nleclerc stalker alert!!! ↳ charles_leclerc deflect all you want, i know you liiiike him ↳ y/nleclerc 🙄🙄

landonorris mate can you send me this please? ↳ charles_leclerc yeah sure 😉

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y/nleclerc i believe the kids call it serving cunt

alexandrasaintmleux most gorgeous girl in the whole wide world 🩷 ↳ y/nleclerc come give me a kiss xx

charles_leclerc ??!!!?!?!?!???!!!! text me rn!! ↳ y/nleclerc i'm busy ↳ charles_leclerc i have a key to your flat, i'm not afraid to use it ↳ y/nleclerc damn ok so needy

arthurleclerc and who is that. ↳ y/nleclerc why do you wanna know? ↳ arthurleclerc oh god its Him isn't it? ↳ y/nleclerc you say that like its a bad thing 😭 ↳ arthurleclerc it is

fan UMMM??? 3rd pic???? deets please miss y/n ↳ y/nleclerc if all goes well, i'll give you all a full debrief

fan MOTHERRRRRRRRRRR

fan never mind the man DATE ME!!!! ↳ alexandrasaintmleux ^^ ↳ lilymhe ^^ ↳ lilyzneimer ^^ ↳ alexalbon charles stop bringing your sister to races i dont know if i can fight PLEASE ↳ y/nleclerc you would lose with those lanky arms wimp

fan poor lando in the likes... watching the girl he fancies go on a date with someone else ↳ fan how do you know he fancies her? ↳ fan he's constantly in her comments even if she airs him, he gets the goo goo eyes whenever she's near and don't even get me started on hungary 2022 ↳ fan ... please continue ↳ fan ok SO! she was in the paddock before the race and some guy came up to her and was asking her for a photo and then he asked her on a date ??? like dude use critical thinking skills for one second ... lando was across the paddock with daniel and there's a photo of him somewhere staring DAGGERS into this mans soul... charles came over and shooed the man away and lando literally deflated.. i'll see if i can find the photos ↳ fan tag me in them please ↳ fan me too! ↳ fan me three!! ↳ charles_leclerc me four!! ↳ fan CHARLES???

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y/nleclerc flowers from lover (?) boy :)

fan oh she's down Bad ♥️ y/nleclerc

fan guys dont call me delusional but i think she's dating a driver ↳ fan charles would burn the world down before he would let that happen ↳ fan i gotta say... they have a point, remember when they did that tiktok where they asked drivers who they would introduce their sisters to on the grid and charles said lando immediately ↳ fan and then they did the f2 gang and arthur threatened to kamikaze anyone who tried to go near y/n? ↳ fan going off the comments i'm putting 2 and 2 together and getting 4 ↳ y/nleclerc ironic ↳ fan Y/N??????

fan pls show us lover boy its been 84 years i am begging you ↳ y/nleclerc it's been like 3 months silly but soon :)

charles_leclerc i know i should feel sick seeing you so happy but it's nice to see you be treated how you deserve ↳ y/nleclerc charlie 🥺 ↳ alexandrasaintmleux he's giggling and kicking his feet rn ↳ charles_leclerc wow ↳ fan ik he's picked out a suit for the imaginary wedding ↳ charles_leclerc i reject that statement ↳ alexandrasaintmleux it's bookmarked on his laptop

landonorris pretty flowers! ↳ y/nleclerc thank you :)

fan ???!!!!! SHE REPLIED TO LANDO???? ↳ fan i know he's squealing rn ↳ fan adding it to my "y/nlando dating REAL" spreadsheet ↳ fan omg share the link ↳ charles_leclerc yeah share the link ↳ fan this feels like confirmation but we all know charles lives for the drama

leclerc_pascale don't forget to bring him to the garden party tonight! ↳ fan another one? ↳ y/nleclerc we do them quite often in summer!! it's an excuse to drink champagne at 3 in the afternoon ↳ fan ur so real for that

carmenmmundt lover boy 😔 that should be me ↳ y/nleclerc i've got two hands for a reason babygirl x

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landonorris lover girl ❤️ ↳ y/nleclerc lover boy ❤️

charles_leclerc photo creds? ↳ y/nleclerc nope!

alexandrasaintmleux its not too late to run away with me x ↳ y/nleclerc meet me at the port at midnight, we can steal charles' boat xx ↳ alexandrasaintmleux y/n it's charles i will bomb the port. ↳ y/nleclerc oh you're Crazy crazy ↳ alexandrasaintmleux only for her ↳ y/nleclerc gross... put my gf back on the phone

fan the sign 🥹 we need to know all the deets ↳ y/nleclerc all i will say is he gave me a mixtape :))))) ↳ fan A MIXTAPE??? LIKE A PHYSICAL MIXTAPE??? oh we stan

fan WHO !!! IS !!! LOVER BOY !!! ↳ y/nleclerc all will be revealed soon ;)

arthurleclerc maybe he has rights ↳ y/nleclerc shush you love him ↳ arthurleclerc thats before he started fancying 🤢 you 🤢

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y/nleclerc he may not be able to write me love songs, but his voice is my favourite melody ❤️

fan we've officially lost her boys 💔💔

carmenmmundt just looked at george and sighed ↳ georgerussell63 ?? why am i catching strays?? ↳ lilymhe me with alex ↳ alexalbon what he say fuck me for?

fan lover girl x lover boy era <333333 ♥️ y/nleclerc

fan guys that's lando's necklace i'm like 99.9% sure ↳ fan you're onto something there lemme look at pap pics from the last race!

fan guys the flowers are orange... papaya even...

landonorris the guy sure likes his bouquets ↳ y/nleclerc yeah he's a real romantic 😋 ↳ fan WHERE'S THE FAN WITH THE SPREADSHEET ↳ fan I'M HERE !!!!! typing as fast as my fingers can handle!!!!

alexandrasaintmleux just so you know charles is crying at the caption ↳ y/nleclerc big softie x ↳ charles_leclerc i just have a lot of feelings :(((((

arthurleclerc i will allow him to live another day ↳ y/nleclerc i'm sure he's shivering his timbers rn ↳ arthurleclerc >:((((

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y/nleclerc lover boy x

fan miss rabbit has fainted

fan spreadsheet fan we just got a HUGE update ↳ fan i'm gonna break my laptop in 2 with my bare hands

charles_leclerc :))))) my scheme worked ↳ y/nleclerc i still hate when you do that shit ↳ alexandrasaintmleux same 🙄

landonorris lover girl x ♥️ y/nleclerc

landonorris so gorgeous, i love the way you look tonight xx ↳ y/nleclerc you said the same thing the night we danced together 🥺 ↳ landonorris i meant it then and i mean it now x

mclaren scuderiaferrari we stole your girl xx ↳ scuderiaferrari you and your ugly colours can get BACK 🤺🤺🤺 ↳ fan the girls are fighting!! ↳ mclaren UGLY COLOURS??? oh its on

carlossainz55 now he'll stop blowing up my phone about you ↳ landonorris nah now i can just annoy you about how cute my GIRLFRIEND is ↳ oscarpiastri you've been dying to say that, haven't you? ↳ landonorris mate i thought i was going to die

fan sorry can we circle back around to charles saying his scheme worked??? ↳ fan yeah charles_leclerc spill. ↳ charles_leclerc a magician never reveals his tricks ↳ y/nleclerc he forced me and lando to talk at the garden party and then pretended to get a phone call from ferrari so he could play eternal flame over the speakers ↳ charles_leclerc y/n :(((( ↳ y/nleclerc you used my love song weakness against me, you don't get to have secrets

alexandrasaintmleux can't believe he stole my girl :( ↳ y/nleclerc you know my heart is always yours x ↳ landonorris WOMP WOMP i didn't pine for years to share

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a/n: thank you for requesting!! i think i've listened to the song about 400 times writing this! needed a lil break from the gote series and this was the perfect thing to get me out of my slump <3

taglist: @golden-hoax

[nvuy]

im like itching for a boothill x single parent romance. LIKE WHAT IF they moved in next to boothill and everyones like "naww dont go near that guy hes scary and shit" but when kid sees boothill they get so intrigued by boothill they try to get close to him every time they see and hes just... scared? or paranoid, so he doesnt let them close. and then one time kid was still asking questions to boothill and stuff, parent was rushing looking for them, they see them, and then goes like "omf sir im so sorry my kid bothered you" and then boothill is like "nah its ok id do anyt- no what i mean we just met its cool btw lmao"

yk that one scene in a goofy movie where max get laughed at on the bleachers and then roxanne comes and picks him up and asks if he’s alright and then max starts babbling absolute gibberish yep

“So, how strong are you, mister?”

Boothill’s fingers are pressed against the girl’s tiny tiny hands. So small and little and squishy, and he seriously contemplated squishing her until she popped. His palm is cold against hers, and she giggles at the difference in size.

“Hmm…” He leans back on his heels in his squatting position in the front garden. He taps his chin in thought. “Don’t gotta clue. Anythin’ you need me to pick up?”

The girl gasps and there’s stars in her eyes. “Can you pick me up?” She stretches out her arms towards him.

He cracks a grin at her and ruffles her hair. “I dunno. You might be a bit heavy.” He’s teasing her, of course, but she pouts.

“At least try.”

“Alright, little lady.” He hooks his arms underneath hers and hoists her up easily, hands locked at her ribs. “How’s that? Good enough for ya?”

She hums thoughtfully, a cheeky smile on her face as she, too, taps her chin. “Now you gotta carry me for the entire day.”

It was his turn to pout. “N’aw. That’s no fair.”

“There you are!” There’s a rustle of footsteps and the jangling of keys to his left that made him stiffen for a moment, before your familiar face comes into view. Your eyes flit from him to your daughter. “I’ve been calling you for lunch.”

Oh, great Heavens.

“Hi, gorg– uh…” The ranger stumbles over his tongue and zips his lips shut when a small smile stretches into your lips. “We were– I was just– uh…”

Your daughter looks upset when Boothill gently places her back down in the grass.

“Just horsin’ ‘round,” he finishes. “I was just passin’ by, y’see? And your lil’ princess chased me down.”

You clear your throat, staring down at your shoes for a moment and trying to hide the heat rising from your neck to your face.

“I’m sorry about her,” you say to him. “She’s, um… hard to control.”

“That’s a good thing,” he whispers down to your daughter. “Means you got a free spirit.” He pokes her in the side and she giggles.

You give him another look and his eyes snap to the left, and a casual tune leaves his lips in the form of a whistle.

You offer a hand to the girl. “I made pasta.”

Your daughter practically barrels into your side, almost knocking you over with how her small arms wrap around your hips—she used to only be able to reach your knees. God, time flies.

Your eyes flit to the ranger once more. “Um… I made a lot so… if you’re hungry…” Your eyes trail down to his stomach before you swallow. “Do you get hungry?”

He studies your face for a moment with a pensive look.

Then, Boothill snorts. “Nah, sugar.”

Your face is burning. “Right. Well, you’re welcome to come in, anyway.”

“Oh, please have lunch with us!” your daughter all but begs. Her hands have now interlocked in front of her in a pleading gesture, and she’s offering him her most intense puppy eyes. “I can show you my room.”

He’s immediately swayed. “Well, it’s hard to say no to a cute thing like you.” He reaches down and pinches her cheek.

He watches you blink, perhaps taken aback for a moment.

He thinks you’re so beautiful, even if the apron you’re wearing is covered in sauce stains.

He almost starts cheering when you visibly perk up. “You’ll join us?”

“’Course! I’d do anythin’ for y–” He stops himself by digging his teeth into his tongue. “I mean… if ya insist.”

He can tell you’re biting the inside of your cheeks to keep yourself from smiling too wide. You pucker your lips and look elsewhere, face dark with blood.

Your daughter is strangely silent. He notices she’s enamoured with a bright blue butterfly floating along one of the bushes nearby.

“Cool.” You can’t think of anything else to really say. You rock on your heels absentmindedly. “I’d like that.”

His smile grows impossibly wider. “Would ya now?” He taps your nose once before he bends down to greet your daughter again. “Lead the way, little lady.”

“One sec,” you mumble, digging in your pockets.

You fumble for your ring of keys before you throw them quite badly at the cyborg. He manages to catch them well enough, fingers frozen over the steel.

Huh?

“It’s, um… the purple key. For the front door.”

Sure enough, one of the keys was coated in a deep purple.

Your daughter has already begun sprinting towards the front door. You’re half keeping a close eye on her through your peripherals, but your gaze wanders from her to watch him closely.

“I have a spare so… you can have it,” you continue slowly. Was this… too forward?

Boothill eyes you for a moment. A hand moves to his hips.

Then, in a flash, he pulls the purple key off of the ring it’s attached to and gently tosses it back at you. You struggle to catch them, but you manage with shaky hands and stuff them back into your pocket.

“‘Ppreciate it, pretty thing. You know just how to make a man swoon.”

He blows you a kiss with the steel to his lips and then tips his hat. He catches up with your daughter in no time, sweeping her off her feet and letting her slot the key in the lock to open the door.

You realise when he’s staring at you, one hand holding your own front door open expectantly, that you’re standing out in your front garden gawking at him like an idiot.

You quickly follow him inside, and he closes the door behind you. He’s quick to swing an arm around your waist when you guide him into the kitchen.

[agentandreastark]

i saw your 18 fic with aidan and was wondering if you could do something where aidan just really likes the readers thighs, like not even in a sexual way, just 'omg so soft' and he like, traces her stretch marks when she wears shorts, really just fluff! you dont have to if you don't want to, thanks! :)

Oh yeah, sure! I'm sorry I wasn't able to reply before cause currently, school's been hectic. And I'm probably having the worst writers block ever. So this isn't my best work but u hope you like it!

My favourite part of you

Aidan gallagher X f!reader

Fluff

You are insecure about your thigh, but then Aidan finds out.

After a long day of school, music was your place to go. Normally, it would have been your 6-month boyfriend, Aidan, but he was away for work. And so here you were in the kitchen cooking Pasta for lunch as you swayed your body to the music, singing along with the artist and occasionally even acting as though you were in the music video.

'Thank god I'm home alone,' you thought as you drained the pasta and put it into a bowl to make the roux. Suddenly, arms wrapped around your waist, causing you to yelp and kick. Soon, you were set on the counter and face to face with the person you expected to see the least. "Aidan!" You smiled widely and put your arms around him, pulling him into a hug. "I missed you so much," you mumbled into his shoulder before pulling away and giving him a peck on the lips.

"So much for missing me cause, ouch." He remarked, rubbing his knee where you initially kicked him, causing you to sheepishly smile. "You could've warned me." You jumped off the counter. Aidan smiled. "I think the world's going to end! You? MY GIRLFRIEND? Wearing shorts?!" He gasped dramatically, putting a hand to his chest. Your smile immediately dropped as you looked down. This was terrible. Oh god, no.

You were always insecure about your thighs. They were so big and had stretch marks on them. Which was not something often seen as beautiful in this society.

'What if Aidan feels the same way?' And so you did the first thing that came to mind. You took your dad's apron -which itself was big enough to cover part of your thighs - and wrapped it around yourself.

"Hey, hey. What are you doing?" He looked at you wide eyed.

"Doing what?" You asked turning around to take the flour.

"That." He pointed to the apron and continued. "Covering yourself up? Are you uncomfortable with me? I totally understand, and I do respect-"

"No, Aidan, no, I'm not uncomfortable with you. Of course not, " you turned keeping the flour on the shelf.

"Then -" He sighed, realising what the issue was "Love please don't tell me you're insecure." You stayed silent for a while. Aidan then walked behind you and untied the knot of the apron and took it off you. He picked you up by the waist, setting you down on the counter, "What exactly are you insecure of darling? This?" He touched your thigh softly. "This is something you shouldn't be insecure of love. They are so soft." he smiles widely, looking at you with loving eyes." Besides, women have bigger thighs so that they can carry a life in them, and when they do, it might cause their legs to collapse. We dont want that, right? So instead, their tighs support them. " You nodded slowly, looking back at him." So you don't find my stretch marks disgusting?" You asked softly, waiting for his answer. In your previous relationship, your ex had always told you to cover up because he couldn't bear seeing your stretch marks. "Of course not, darling. Why would they? They remind me of the sea shore, so very pretty." He traced them, looking mesmerised. God, this boy was only making you fall for him even harder. He bent down and kissed every mark, making you laugh since it was ticklish. "You're thighs are my favourite part now," He picked up, causing you to squeal. "Put me down, Gallagher!" He laughed as he kissed your forehead. "Nope." "Why?" You said, kicking your legs in the air. "Cause I want the whole world to see just how beautiful you are." And with that, he walked out of the door with you in his arms.

[madebyrolo]

Chapter 9

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It’s been a couple days since the beach hangout, and y/n has been going down to the reservation a lot more ever since. Ever since her and a Paul finally met she’s been itching to see him again. She seen him once on the Rez, he was hanging around then the second time he was just “passing through” just sent a wave then vanished. She’s back at the Rez and she hasn’t seen him since.

“Hey Jake” she said walking into the workshop

“Hey y/n/n” he said working on his car

“Whatcha doin” she asked

“I’m just fixing the transmission, it started slipping and shaking so I’m just checking the fluids.” He said

“Ah yes” she replied

“You dont understand a thing do you” he said with a chuckle

“Ah yes” she repeated answering his question

“So when when are the other boys coming by?” By boys she meant Paul.

“Quil and Embry are grounded so it’s just us” Jacob said

“Cool cool, just like old times” y/n said with a smile “what about Jared and Paul…” smooth y/n.

A part of Jacob tensed up hearing y/n ask “so um they aren’t gonna be here for awhile” he said while grabbing a tool

“Why?” She asked concerned

“Well they’re kinda sticking to them self’s right now” he said turning the tool

“What do you mean?” he sighs and sets down the tools trying to figure out how to tell her without letting her know.

“In a way they hit puberty. Like not like in a boy way but in a tribal way. They mature and somewhat grew more into their own self. Sam was the first so he kinda took them and made his own little pack” Jacob said.

“So what they’re like the cool kids now? Sam’s the alpha” Y/n joked

“Yes actually, he is” Jacob said

“Oh, so what they aren’t allowed to come here anymore? I haven’t seen Paul in a while”

“They think they’re better than us. The ones who haven’t shifted” the word slipped out of his mouth.

“What do you mean shifted ?”

“Look, I can’t say much but they don’t wanna hang out with the “normies” basically.Now that they have Jared, they formed at little pack, a little gang. now let it go” He scolded her

“Okay! geez chill out” she said rolling her eyes

“Alright sorry that was rude. What’s up with your interest in Paul anyways?” He asked

“I don’t know” she said kicking her legs off the stool

“He’s seems nice. When I met him on the beach-”

“Y/n he’s not nice. Well not anymore anyways”

“What ?” She asked

“Like I said, he thinks he’s better than anyone els, the whole group. Sam has them skipping school and just going off in the woods doing patr- whatever they’re doing.”

“I just thought-”

“Y/n please don’t hang out with them. They’re not the good guys anymore. Emily has that scar for a reason.”

“Oh my god did they hurt her ?” She asked worried

“No she was just at the wrong place at the wrong time. Not saying what Sam did was wrong but you just have to becarful around them now’s. It’s worst this time around.” Jacob said

“Wait what do you mean? With shifted, “worst this time around”, packs?-”

“Enough just drop it! I can’t say much they wouldn’t allow it.” He snarked

“Well for not being allowed to say much you sure do keep on talking.” She said defending herself

“Let’s just do something els alright?” Jacob offered to try to dissolved the tension

“Fine. Let’s make something to eat im starving”

y/n hops off the stool following Jacob towards his homes. They walk in the little red house and taking their muddy shoes off and heading into the kitchen.

“Alright what you got ?”y/n asked

“We can make subs, corn, pasta, fish,”

“Let’s do corn.”

“Grilled or boiled?”

“Grilled. That’s the only way Jacob.”

As they start prepping the corn to put it on the stove. As they cook it they start talking catching up, Jacob trying to make her forget about what they talked about earlier. As the corn finished cook y/n grabs it off the stove and puts them on separate plates going to the fridge and grabbing 2 things.

“Mayo and cheese ? What are you doing with that” Jacob asked

“I’m making an elote, my dad used to make them when we were younger. Here try it” she said taking her prepared elote and giving it to him to try. He takes a bite and his eye light up

“Mhhm this is soo good oh my god!” He said while taking it away from her.

“Yeah sure take mine.” She said sarcastically

She finishes her and they sit and talk while having dinner.

Y/n slowly starting to forget about Paul but she’ll never forget what Jacob said.

“Shifting, pack, alpha” those words slowing gracing her mind. If she didn’t know any better she would say they sounded like wolfs. But that’s just silly.

˚ ࣪𖤐⋆⭒˚‧₊ ִֶָ☾.

[oscpaistry]

Comforting Virgil after Liverpool lost against real ? please? Thank you so much

Ofc, btw i love this request‼️

You watched as Virgil left the pitch. He looked devastated. You hoped that they would win against Real Madrid. But that didnt go as planned. The first few minutes were going well. 2-0, but then it went downhill. Goal after goal. It ended up with 2-5. You waited on Virgil. Your eyes shoot up as you heard Trent speak.

"Please take good care of Virgil. He's absolutely shattered." Trent said with a sad expression on his face. You couldn't help but let your face show nothing but sadness. He walks past you. After a few minutes scrolling though your phone you heard the doors open once again. There he was, your devastated husband. His eyebrows relaxed, eyes already looking at you and not picking up his feet while walking over to you.

He walked up to you and dropped everything. He hugged you, tight. You could feel his sadness.

"Oh baby, im so sorry." You replied and rubbing his back.

"Let me take you home. Mh?" You said while tapping his shoulders to let you go. He let out a quick sigh and nodded. You took his bags and walked to your car. He went to sit in the passenger side, you opened the trunk and put his stuff in. You closed the trunk and stepped in. You turned to Virgil and you saw him looking out of the window. He was radiating sadness, you could feel it. You turned on the car and drove off.

While driving you couldnt help but feel sad with him, so you thought to get food since you both haven't ate.

"Wanna get something to eat? Maybe pokebowl or pasta?" You asked him while you stopped at the red light. He didnt answer, you asked again and he just simply replied with a "Mh." So thats a no. You drove when you saw the red light jump to green.

Finally you two were home. You got out of the car and took most of Virgil's stuff. You went inside and dropped his stuff and took his dirty football bag up to the laundry room. You quickly turned on the washing machine and went back downstairs.

You saw your husband sitting at the table, scrolling on his phone. You stood behind him and saw him looking at the highlights of tonight.

"Baby, you and your team did their best. You all tried. You cant always win. Yes winning is fun but losing is apart of it. And those highlights, dont look at them. They'll make you more upset. Just know that im very proud of you that you tried. Trying is all that matters! I love you." You said, now sitting across of him and his phone in your hands. He looked at you with tears in his eyes. You nodded at him, then to the couch. Trying to say "lets go to the couch and hug for a bit"

As soon he was hugging you he cried softly. You hugged him and told him "its okay" and "im here baby, im proud of you" you felt so bad for him. You couldnt help but let a tear run down your cheeks as well. After Virgil calmed down you asked him.

"Virgil, you need to eat something. What if i make you some lasagne." It was his favorite and it was quick to make. He hummed and sat back, letting you go. Before you went to the kitchen you put on his favorite Netflix serie to distract and calm him.

In the kitchen you prepared the lasagna. You waited to hear the oven ping, for it to be done. While waiting you heard Virgil laugh, wich made you feel warm. You were finally calmed down by hearing his laughter. *PING!* You heard. The pinging took you out of your own thoughts. You took the lasagna out and placed it on the counter, you grabbed a plate and a knife. You cut a piece of lasagna and places it on the plate. You grabbed a knife, fork and a kitchen towel, just in case if Virgil dropped some food.

You walked over to the living room and placed the food on the table infront of Virgil. He was to focused on the Tv serie so you sat next to him and said

"Baby, your food is done." And pointed at the food. He looked at your finger, then took the food. He sat up straight, taking the utensils. He placed to plate on his lap and cut the lasagna. He always ate nicely, but with lasagna, he ate like a child. Cutting everything to little pieces and ate it. Sauce all over his chin and lips. It was funny but comforting at the same time. You sat there, admiring your messy but beautiful husband.

"Heb ik iets op me gezicht, schat?" While chewing on his food. You giggled (Do i have something on my face, babe?)

"Nee, je hebt zeker niet overal saus zitten op je gezicht." You sarcastically replied and took the towel and cleaned his mouth and chin up. He smiled and thanked you. (No, you definitely dont have sauce everywhere on your face.)

You just sat back and watched the show. Virgil was done with his food and cleaned his face again. He layed on your chest and you both drifted into sleep. Before you completely fell asleep you heard a little

"Thank you for the food and taking care of me, baby. I love you so much." He said and hummed.

"Its not a problem, thats why im here, honey. I love you too." You replied and kissed his head. You both fell asleep in each others arms.

[mad-die45]

Zombie Apocalypse

OC x reader

Please dont ask for a part 2 there wont be any. Dont steal my work, you can repost but only on tumblr!!!

You sit on the roof of a run-down house in a small town. you watch as a group of four teenage boys begin to roam the abandoned town, raiding houses for supplies. They haven’t spotted you yet. the boys look around 17-19.

Its been a year since the zombie apocalypse has started, and clearly the boys were prepared. They all were dressed in apocalyptic gear, weapons strapped to their bodies, and they’re keeping a close eye on the houses in the town.

The boys were getting closer to where you sit, and soon enough, they noticed your presence from the roof of the house. The tallest of the group, Miles, motions for the boys to stop as he points you out. ”There’s someone up there,” Miles says, his voice deep and unwavering.

The three other boys follow Miles’ line of sight and see you on the roof of the house. Noah quirks an eyebrow at you, seeming curious, while Jack looks nervous. Levi just crosses his arms and stares at you. You get down slowly and carefully trying not to alert anything.

The boys stay in their positions, watching you as you slowly descend from the roof. Miles motions for the boys to stay put as he steps forward.

”Who are you?” Miles asks bluntly once you reach the ground, his eyes raking over your body, making sure you’re not infected.

“You guys are the ones on my property, who the hell are you guys?” You say with a sourly annoyed expression 

The boys exchange a quick glance at your response, surprised by your boldness. ”We’re just here looking for supplies” Miles responds, his tone laced with irritation. “we didn’t know this was ‘your property.’”

“What kinda supplies do you need?” You ask in wary 

Miles gives you a slightly suspicious glance before replying ”we need food and water, we’re running low.” The other three boys continue to watch you intently, some more wary than others. Noah seems to look you over with interest.

You nod and turn your back to the waling to your house, opening the door entering motioning to them to enter “come in, I don’t want us to get caught, we never know if one is wandering by”

The boys don’t move at first, still seeming untrusting. Miles is the first one to walk forward, the others following him slowly. ”Alright, but we’re keeping our weapons,” he says simply, holding tightly to his gun as he walks through the door, followed by the others.

“Don’t expect you guys to leave them” you hold the door open rolling my eyes.

The boys pass by you, their eyes flickering over your features as they step inside. They all keep their weapons close to their sides, their fingers hovering near the triggers. Miles is the last to come in, his gaze flickering over the inside of the house before he steps in, closing the door behind him.

“Can you lock it?” You say going to the kitchen getting 4 bottles of water and some chips and going back to the entry/living room Miles looks at you for a second before nodding. he turns the latch and locks the door, the sound echoing through the house.

The other three boys wander further into the house. Noah sits down on the sofa, while Levi stands near the far end of the living room, looking outside the window. Jack paces around the room, seeming restless. You put the snacks on the coffee table 

The boys look at the snacks and water that you put on the coffee table, their eyes flickering between you and it. Miles is the first to move. he steps over to the table, picking up a bottle of water and checking it for any signs of tampering. ”you got anything else?” he asks, his tone blunt as ever.

“I can make you guys something if your that hungry I guess” I say rolling my eyes at his tone.

Noah perks up at your comment, a smile creeping onto his face nodding eagerly ”That’d be great!” he says. Miles shoots Noah a glare, but the other two boys are quick to agree, seeming eager for food that isn’t stale.

“Does pasta work?” You suggest looking at the four of them 

The boys seem to perk up at the mention of pasta. ”Hell yeah,” Noah says, his lips curving into a grin. Miles glances at the other boys, as if waiting for their reaction. Jack nods vigorously, while will grins widely.

“K ill be back, stay here don’t wonder or touch my stuff” you say seriously

The boys seem amused by your warning, but they all nod in agreement. As you walk away, the boys settle into the room. Noah flops down on the sofa again, his arms behind his head as he looks around the house. 

Jack looks like he’s fighting the urge to poke around, while Levi continues to stand near the window, watching outside. After a while you come back with a try holding a tray with 4 bowls of past setting it on the table “it’s hot be careful”

The boys all eye the food with excitement, their eyes hungrily trailing over the steaming pasta. Noah grins at you as you place the bowls of pasta on the table. ”This smells great,” he says, his tone genuine. The other three boys crowd around the table, picking up the bowls of pasta and settling on the sofa and around the room. Miles sits down by one of the bowl, but doesn’t touch it yet.

“What you a picky eater” You ask curiously joking an eyebrow raised.

Miles shoots you a glare, but it lacks any real anger. ”No. just cautious,” he snaps back. The other three boys chuckle quietly, as if they’ve seen Miles picky eating habits before.

You roll my eyes still joking  “it’s not like I poisoned it”

Miles glares slightly at you, clearly offended by your comment. ”Well, I don’t know that,” he retorts, his hand clenching into a fist. The other boys watch the interaction amused. Noah tries to hide his laugh while Levi grins widely.

“Your boys are eating it just fine, no one died yet” you point out smugly

Miles looks over at the other boys, who are already digging into their food. Noah is stuffing his face, while Levi and Jack are eating quietly next to each other. Miles sighs, looking defeated by the boys. he picks up his own bowl of pasta, stirring it with his fork before taking a bite.

“So what’s your guys’s names?” You ask wanting to defuse the awkward tension

The boys all look up from their food, their mouths full of pasta, as if startled by your question. Miles is the first one to speak, his tone guarded, ”I’m Miles.” The other three boys look at each other for a moment before answering. Noah pipes up first, grinning widely, ”I’m Noah.” Levi speaks up next, his voice soft, “I’m Levi…”, Jack finishes off their introductions, his voice slightly muffled by the pasta he’s eating, ”I’m Jack.”

You nod “Y/N” introducing yourself

The boys all look at you, seemingly committing your name to memory. Noah smiles at you, his gaze lingering on your features, as if studying you. ”Nice to meet you,” he says, his voice a little softer than before. Miles gives you a slight nod, his gaze flickering over you. ”Yeah,” he says gruffly. Levi finishes off his pasta and puts the empty bowl down next to him, still watching you with interest.

“How old are you guys” you ask curiously

The boys all look at each other for a moment, seeming to debate whether or not to answer your question. miles is the first to answer, his tone guarded as usual “I’m eighteen.” ,”I’m seventeen!” Noah grins, seemingly excited to answer your question. ”I’m nineteen” Levi, who’s been quietly sitting by the window, speaks up, his voice soft. ”I turned seventeen a few months ago…” Jack is the youngest, and he grins widely.

the boys all go back to eating their pasta, the sound of forks scraping against bowls and soft chews filling the room. Noah looks up at you, his smile growing, “so, how old are you?”

“Almost 18”

the boys all look at you, slightly surprised, as if they didn’t expect you to be this old. Noah’s eyes widen slightly, but his grin doesn’t falter. ”you don’t look eighteen,” he remarks, his voice slightly teasing. the other boys all seem slightly curious, listening intently to the conversation.

“I said almost , How old do I look?” You ask confused and kind of offended 

The boys all look you over, taking in your features.Nnoah leans back on the sofa, his gaze flickering over your face. ”I would’ve guessed Fifteen, maybe sixteen at most,” he says bluntly.

“Yeah well I’m not, I turn 18 in a week” you blurt indifferently 

The boys all seem surprised by your revelation.Noah lets out a small gasp, his eyebrows shooting up ”seriously?” he says, his tone skeptical. Miles snorts, seeming to find the reveal amusing.”You definitely look younger than that,” he remarks, his tone blunt as ever.

I roll my eyes frustrated 

Miles lets out a slight laugh, amused by your reaction. ”Don’t like being told you look younger than you are?” he teases, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Whatever, how’d you even find this place?” Changing the subject you ask

The boys exchange glances, seeming to silently debate how much information to share with you. Miles speaks up first, his tone guarded “we’ve been traveling through the area for a few days. we were low on supplies, so we’ve been looking through abandoned towns for anything useful.”

“Where’d you guys initially come from” your ask suspicious 

The boys all seem to tense up at your question, as if it’s a touchy subject for them. Miles glances at the other boys, seeming to silently ask for permission to answer. Noah cuts in before Miles can answer, his tone casual. ”We’re from Atlanta,” he answers bluntly.

“Inner City or… suburb?” Curiously

Noah looks slightly surprised by your question, but he nods in response. ”yeah, inner city," he confirms. the other boys seem to tense at the mention of the inner city. Miles glances at you, his eyes narrowing slightly ”why do you ask?” he says, his tone distrustful.

“Did you guys get followed ?” you ask

the boys all exchange glances, their expressions hardening at your question.Miles leans forward slightly, his tone guardedn”what makes you think that?” he snaps.

“I’m just asking” you say in defense 

the boys are tense, their hands instinctively reaching for their weapons, seemingly on edge. Miles looks at you intently, his gaze piercing. ”No, we weren’t  followed," he finally admits, his voice low.

You nod carefully relieved

Miles studies you for a moment, his eyes flickering over your face, before he finally relaxes slightly ”we’re staying on our guard, don’t worry,” he says gruffly, the other boys also seem to relax a little, their hands slowly leaving their weapons. the atmosphere in the room returns to a slightly more neutral one. Levi, who’s been quietly listening the whole time, pipes up, his voice soft “do you live here by yourself?”

“Uhh… yeah” you answer lowly

the boys seem slightly surprised by your answer, glancing at each other as if silently asking the others if it’s true. Levi looks at you with a mixture of curiosity and worry, his eyebrows furrowing ”how do you survive alone?” he asks, his voice soft yet skeptical.

“I had a group of people but we got separated some got infected, I found this house 6 months ago and it was in good condition so I stayed and I go out to get some supplies every week or so” you say with a pained voice.

The boys all listen intently, their gazes flickering over you as they take in your story. Noah lets out a soft whistle ”that’s pretty impressive, surviving on your own all this time,” he says, his tone genuine. Jack looks at you with a mixture of awe and worry, his voice quiet ”have you ever been bitten?”

“No” you say almost immediately 

The boys all seem slightly relieved by your response. Miles lets out a small huff, his expression slightly softer than before ”guess you’re one of the lucky ones,” he mutters, his tone almost bitter.

“Guess so…” You say bitterly with a hurt expression

Miles looks at you for a moment, noticing your bitter tone ”you don’t sound too happy about being lucky," he remarks, his tone almost mocking.

“I’m not but You don’t seem happy That I was lucky” you say an eyebrow raised 

Miles snorts, his expression darkening ”damn right I’m not,” he snaps, his voice harsh. “we’re all stuck in this world, struggling to stay alive while you’re sitting in a comfortable house all alone. doesn’t seem very fair, does it?”

“yeah you guys are struggling but that It doesn’t mean I didn’t experience hell for the 6 other months before finding this place” you roll my eyes, frustrated 

Miles glares at you, your eye roll clearly pissing him off even more ”oh, you had a rough time for 6 whole months? wow, that sounds just terrible,” he grumbles, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “must’ve been real hard, surviving alone in a comfortable house while the rest of us were out there fighting for our lives on the daily.”

You scoff “your such an asshole” You get up from your seat across from where they’re sitting on the couch and take the empty bowls and tray to the kitchen to clean them.

Miles watches you storm off to the kitchen, his expression still dark the three others exchange glances, looking slightly uncomfortable about the argument.Noah speaks up, still trying to keep the peace “dude, you didn’t have to be so harsh…” he mutters.

Miles huffs, his expression still bitter ”she’s clearly never had to struggle like we have,” he retorts, his voice hard. “easy for her to talk when she’s been living in a comfortable house this whole time.”

Noah rolls his eyes, clearly getting frustrated with mile’s attitude ”dude, listen to yourself. you sound like a total dick. you’re just upset because she’s doing better than us right now. maybe you should just chill and cut her some slack.”

Miles lets out a low growl, his anger rising ”why should I cut her some slack? she’s sitting pretty in her cozy house, probably hasn’t had to go a day without food or shelter in weeks. meanwhile we’re out here fighting and struggling just to survive. why should I be anything but bitter?”

Noah’s expression hardens, his own anger starting to show.”Bro, stop being a jerk. just because she’s been lucky enough to find a house doesn’t mean she hasn’t struggled. maybe you should show some respect and have some goddamn empathy.”

Miles glares at Noah, his jaw clenching.”empathy?” he snaps. “why should I have empathy for someone who’s never had to go through the hell we’ve been through? she’s just some spoiled girl who’s had it easy this whole time.”

You come back from the kitchen sniffing not looking at them “if you guys are still hungry, the pantry is on the right of the kitchen, there are 3 rooms upstairs and 2 bathrooms. My room is right down the hallway past the kitchen, I’ll be there if you need anything, I’m going to bed” You walk away before they answer.

The boys all watch as you storm off to your room, their expressions a mix of guilt and confusion. Miles looks like he wants to say something, but he clenches his jaw and stays quiet.the boys all look between each other, their expressions grim. Noah eventually breaks the silence, his voice quiet ”dude, you have some apologizing to do tomorrow.” 

Miles looks like he wants to argue, but the look in Noah’s eyes silences him, he lets out a low sigh, his expression softening slightly ”yeah, yeah I know,” he mutters, his tone begrudgingly accepting.

Noah looks relieved that mile’s is acknowledging his mistake ”good. you were a total jackass to her,” he mutters.

Jack and Levi are silent, still watching as you disappeared down the hall.

You’re in room, on the bed, knees to your  chest, tears fall from your eyes, remembering all the sad times before you found confront in this place.

As the boys sit in silence in the living room, Miles’ mind races, guilt slowly washing over him. he replays his argument with you over and over again in his head, realizing how unfair and rude he was, he lets out a frustrated groan, running his hand through his hair. ”Shit,” he mutters under his breath. “I really messed up.”

 Noah and the other boys are still silent, watching him as he struggles with his remorse. Miles shrugs, his expression a mix of frustration and confusion ”I don’t know, there’s just something about her that pisses me off. she’s all alone in this world and she’s still doing better than us. I don’t know, it’s like she doesn’t realize how privileged she is or something.”

Noah looks at him skeptically ”dude, just because she’s lucked out on the house doesn’t mean she’s privileged. she’s still alone in this world and surviving on her own. that takes some serious strength, man. don’t look down on her like that.”

Miles looks down, guilt washing over him again ”yeah, I know. I was just being bitter. I don’t know why I’m so on edge around her. usually I’m not such a dick.”

Noah pats him on the shoulder, trying to cheer him up “it’s alright, man. we all have our moments. just apologize when you get the chance tomorrow. and try to be more understanding, yeah?”

Miles nods, a look of determination in his eyes ”yeah, you’re right. I’m gonna make things right tomorrow. I’ll apologize, and try to be less of a dick.”

Noah grins “good. glad you’re finally coming to your senses. she’s a badass, dude. it’s honestly impressive how she’s made it this far on her own. stop treating her like she’s some kind of spoiled princess.”

Miles nods again, realizing the truth in noah’s words ”you’re right. she’s stronger than I gave her credit for. I’m gonna make sure to change my attitude around her from now on.”

Noah gives him a reassuring pat on the back. Miles nods, feeling a mix of relief and gratitude for Noah’s advice ”I’ll talk to her tomorrow and make things right. thanks, man.”

Noah grins ”no problem, bro. happy to help. get some rest, yeah? tomorrow’s a new day and all that.”, Miles nods, a slight smile on his face ”yeah, you’re right. thanks again, man.”

The 2 other bid him goodnight as they all prepare for bed. As the boys scatter upstairs to their rooms to get some sleep, Miles stays on the sofa for a moment, thinking about his encounter with you. he knows he messed up and needs to apologize, but he’s not sure if you’ll even want to hear him out.

he lets out a frustrated sigh, his mind still racing ”Shit,” he mutters, “what if she doesn’t forgive me? I was such an ass to her.”

Hearing the boys go upstairs you get out if your room to get some water, wiping the tears sniffing, as you leave your room and head towards the kitchen to grab a glass of water, you pass by the living room. Miles is still sitting on the sofa, his head in his hands as he silently berates himself.

he looks up as he hears you approach, his expression shifting from guilty to awkward as he sees you wiping away your tears.he clears his throat, feeling a pang of guilt as he sees the evidence of the tears you’ve been silently shedding.  

he sits there for a moment, unsure of what to say, before he finally speaks up.   ”uh, hey…” he mutters, his voice soft and remorseful.

“… hi” you mumble going to the kitchen

Miles watches you walk into the kitchen, his guilt weighing heavy on his shoulders. he hesitates for a moment, unsure if he should follow you or not. but ultimately, his need to apologize wins out. He gets up from the sofa and slowly makes his way into the kitchen, standing awkwardly by the doorway as he watches you grab a glass from the cupboard. He clears his throat again, gathering up his courage to speak.  

”can I talk to you for a moment?” he asks, his voice low and tentative.

“Sure” still not looking at him, filling your glass with water

Miles nods, relieved that you’re willing to hear him out. he takes a deep breath, preparing himself for what he’s about to say ”look, I just want to apologize for how I acted earlier today,” he starts, his voice sincere. “I was a total ass and I had no right to take my frustrations out on you.” Miles takes a step closer to you, his expression remorseful ”I was just pissed off about our situation and I took it out on you. It’s not fair of me to judge you for having a comfortable place to live. Especially when you’ve been surviving on your own all this time. It’s just…”  he hesitates for a moment, struggling to find the right words to express himself.

“You don’t even know what I’ve been through” you say sipping some water your voice cracking.

Miles nods, his expression solemn ”yeah, you’re right. I don’t. And that’s why it was unfair of me to make assumptions about you. I don’t know what you’ve been through or how hard you’ve had it. But that doesn’t excuse me being a jerk to you. I’ve been an ass and I’m sorry for that.”

“I watch my sister and bestfriend get infected and had to kill them bc they made me promise that I’d do it” you say hurt, more tears brining your eyes

Miles’ expression softens as you reveal the trauma you’ve been through, he’s silent for a moment, trying to absorb the weight of your words ”god, that’s… I’m so sorry,” he mutters, his voice low and sincere. “I had no idea you’d been through something like that. It must have been hell for you to lose them like that.” he takes another step closer to you, his gaze meeting yours. ”I can’t even imagine what you must have felt, having to go through that. I have no right to judge you or assume anything about you. You’re stronger than I ever gave you credit for, Surviving all this time alone after going through something like that.”

You look at the floor, sniffing.

Miles notices your gaze shift to the floor, guilt washing over him again as he realizes how hard he was on you earlier, he stands there for a moment, unsure of what to say next. he wants to take back what he said, to erase the pain he caused you. but he knows he can’t. so instead, he takes a chance and takes another step closer to you, he reaches out tentative, his hand hovering near your arm, unsure if you’ll pull away.  

”can I… can I ask you something?” he asks, his voice soft. You finally look up at him tears in your eyes.

Miles looks at you, his heart aching as he sees the tears in your eyes. he can tell that you’re still hurting, and he hates himself for being the cause of it, he lowers his hand back to his side, not wanting to overstep any boundaries ”do you, uh… do you want a hug?” he asks, his voice gentle.

“Please” you mumble your voice cracking more almost sobbing at the question

Miles’ expression softens, without hesitation, he quickly closes the distance between you and wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace, he holds you close, letting you bury your face in his chest as he rubs his hand comfortingly against your back.

You hug him tightly, hands gripping his shirt, sobbing quitely 

He hugs you tighter, his heart aching as he feels you clinging to him, your body trembling with silent sobs, he rests his chin on the top of your head, holding you close and letting you cry ”let it out,” he whispers, his voice gentle. “it’s alright. I’ve got you." he continues to rub your back, holding you close and offering comfort as you cry, he silently berates himself for being such a dick to you earlier, wishing he could take back his unfair judgment of you.

he holds you like this for several minutes, letting you cry it out as much as you need. eventually, your sobs start to subside and your grip on his shirt starts to loosen. he feels your body relax in his arms a bit, your breathing evening out as you begin to calm down. Miles pulls away slightly, keeping his arms around you but leaning back to look at your face, ”feeling better?” he asks quietly, his thumbs rubbing small circles against your back in a comforting gesture.

You wipe the tears sniffing not looking at him “uhh… yeah thanks” my voice horse. I pull away slightly

Miles nods, respecting your need for space. he keeps his hands on your waist for a moment longer before pulling away completely, giving you some breathing room, ”hey, listen,” he says quietly, his gaze meeting yours. “I’m really sorry for being such a dick earlier. I had no right to judge you like that, and I’m sorry for hurting you.”

“It’s fine, you didn’t know ” you sniff shaking your head brushing it off.

he shakes his head adamantly, his expression sincere, ”no, it’s not fine. even if I didn’t know your situation, it was still wrong of me to treat you the way I did. I was a total dick, and I’m sorry.”

You nod “it’s ok, I forgive you” your voice still horse from the sobbing

Miles lets out a small sigh of relief, grateful for your forgiveness.  ”thanks,” he mutters, his expression sincere. “I don’t deserve it, but… thanks.”  he pauses for a moment, not sure if he should say what’s on his mind. But then he decides to go for it ”listen, can I ask you something else?” “Uhhh…sure”

Miles takes a deep breath, nervously rubbing the back of his neck as he tries to find the right words to say ”earlier, when you mentioned… your sister and your friend,” he starts hesitantly. “you said you had to…”  he trails off, not wanting to finish the sentence.

“Yeah uh, I was the youngest, so they wanted to protect me, they made me promise to kill them if they ever get bit so they don’t turn into zombies they wanted to die peacefully” my voice cracks and I sniff “we were. Looking for supplies and we got separated and I was attacked by a zombie, so my sister jumped in and she got bit, my bestfriend tried to help her but before she killed the zombie she got bit too. So we went back to wear we were staying and they made me kill them” tears fall again “I couldn’t stay there anymore, so I searched for a safe place for weeks, learned how to fend for myself, how to get supplies carefully. Then I found this place, there wasn’t anyone bc I’ve searched the whole area, zombies didn’t come near this place, I don’t know why exactly but this is where I’ve been after every thing” you finish wiping the tears

Miles listens quietly as you tell your story, his expression shifting from sympathetic to somber, he struggles to find the words to respond, his heart breaking for all you’ve been through ”god, that’s… I don’t even know what to say. that’s the most horrible thing I’ve ever heard,” he mutters, his voice soft and sincere, he reaches out to touch your arm, gently rubbing it in a comforting gesture, he looks at you, his eyes filled with empathy ”I can’t even begin to imagine how you’ve been able to survive all on your own, with everything you’ve been through. you’re so much stronger than I ever gave you credit for.”

he takes a step closer, his hand moving from your arm to your cheek, gently wiping away the tears that have started falling down your face ”and I’m sorry for being such a dick to you earlier. like I said, I had no right to judge you or assume anything about your past. and I feel bad for being a jerk.”

You nod “it’s ok, it’s all in the past now, I forgive you”

Miles nods, his expression relieved that you’ve forgiven him, he hesitates for a moment, his hand still gently cupping your cheek ”can I ask you one more thing?”

“That’s now the 3rd question” I chuckle jokingly 

Miles swallows, his thumb gently rubbing soft circles against the back of your neck. he’s nervous, but he pushes past it and takes a deep breath, ”when was the last time someone else hugged you? or held you?” he asks quietly, his gaze locked on yours.

“A long fucking time” you say exhausted from all of the crying

Miles’ heart aches as you answer his question. he can tell from your expression and the way you speak that it’s been a long, long time since you’ve had any human connection of any sort. He steps closer to you, his body almost touching yours ”come here,” he says gently, pulling you into another embrace, his arms wrapping tightly around you.

You hug back tightly taking deep breaths 

miles holds you close, his arms wrapped tightly around you, anchoring you to him. he can feel you taking deep breaths against his chest, the tension slowly leaving your body as you relax in his hold, he rubs small circles against your back, his cheek gently resting against the top of your head.

“Thank you” you mumble relieved

Miles nods, his arms tightening around you ever-so-slightly ”anytime, sweetheart,” he mutters, the pet name slipping out in the moment. he hopes it doesn’t weird you out, but he can’t help the fondness he’s feeling towards you right now.

You let out a small laugh, he pulls away slightly “whatt are you laughing for?” He asks curiously

“Oh nothing, ‘sweetheart’ “ you mock him

Miles chuckles, his smile widening a bit ”you like that, huh?” he teases, his hands sliding down to rest on your waist comfortably. You shrug smiling slightly, Miles grins, amused by your response. he rubs his thumbs along the waistband of your pants lightly, his touch gentle and absentminded ”you’re not gonna tell me if you like being called sweetheart?” he teases further, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Your gonna figure it out” you go back to hugging him 

Miles’ chuckle turns into an amused smirk as he picks up on the hint of a smile in your voice. ”oh, I see. you’re goin’ to play coy on me,” he responds, his thumbs still moving along the waistband of your pants, occasionally slipping beneath the fabric to make contact with your skin.

You let out a small quiet chuckle 

Miles’ grin widens as he hears you chuckle again, his heart warming at the sound. he tightens his arms around you, pulling you even closer, until your body is flush against his. ”there it is,” he teases, his hands moving to rest on your hips, his thumbs rubbing small circles against your skin where your shirt has ridden up a bit, He lets out a quiet hum of satisfaction as he feels the warmth of your skin beneath his fingers, a small shiver running through him at the intimate contact.  he lets the moment of silence stretch for a few moments, his mind wandering to thoughts he knows he probably shouldn’t be having. but he can’t help it.

You slight pull away “you should get some sleep, you’ve had a long day” sighing giving him small smile

Miles’ hands stay on your hips for a moment longer, reluctant to let go. he knows you’re right, but he doesn’t want to leave you just yet.  ”yeah, I guess you’re right,” he mutters, his fingers giving your hips a gentle squeeze before finally releasing you.

You smile lightly go in my tippy toes using his shoulder and kiss his cheek “thank you Miles” 

Miles’ heart skips a beat as you kiss his cheek, your touch and warm breath sending a shiver through him. he feels his cheeks heat up a bit, caught off guard by the unexpected gesture. He gives you a small smile back, his eyes locking on yours. ”no problem,” he mutters, his voice softer than he intends.  ”uh, goodnight.”

‘Mhm goodnight’ you say smiling going back to your room

Miles watches you head back to your room, his mind racing. he can still feel the lingering warmth of your touch against his cheek, and he instinctively brings a hand up to touch the spot lightly, he stands there for a few moments before finally shaking his head to snap out of it.  

”get it together, dude,” he mutters to himself before heading off to bed himself.

Morning comes, and Miles groans as he slowly wakes up. his body feels heavy with sleep, and his mind is still fuzzy from the dreams he had the night before.  

he sits up slowly, running a hand through his hair. he glances around, noticing that the other three boys are still asleep.

You wake up getting ready for the day and going to the kitchen to make breakfast pancakes specifically as you make your way to the kitchen and begin preparing breakfast, the other boys start to wake up, lured by the scents of pancakes.  

Miles is the last to emerge from his room, his hair a tousled mess and his clothes rumpled from sleep. he plods into the kitchen and greets you with a sleepy “morning,” his eyes going to the pancakes cooking on the stove.

“Morning” you say back still making breakfast

Miles plops down on the kitchen chair, still half asleep, and watches as you finish up the pancakes.  

”those look good,” he says, rubbing his eyes. “you cook breakfast for everyone?”

“Mhm” you hum

Miles hums back in approval, his eyes trailing over your form as you move around the kitchen. he can’t help but admire the way your t-shirt hugs your body, or the way your hair falls down your back in messy strands. he knows he’s staring, but he can’t seem to help it.

You  finish and give the boys their plate and join them on the kitchen island with your own plate 

the boys all dig into their pancakes, clearly hungry from the hard day of travel they had yesterday. they thank you for making breakfast, wolfing down the food quickly as they chat amongst themselves.  

Miles takes his time eating, his eyes drifting over to you occasionally as he eats. he eats quietly, stealing glances at you when the other boys aren’t looking, as he eats, his mind drifts back to the events of the previous night,  thememory of holding you in his arms still clear in his mind. he can still feel the warmth of your body against his, and part of him wants to reach out and touch you again. He glances at you, his gaze tracing over your face as if searching for something but before he can say or do anything, the other boys finish their food and start getting up from their seats.  

Levi is the first to speak up. “alright, time to get back on the road, guys,” he announces, standing up and stretching, the other boys nod in agreement, starting to get up and gather their things.

You take in a deep breath and give them a short nod

the boys all stop, turning to look at you with sympathetic expressions.  Miles clears his throat, his eyes flicking around the group before fixing on you. ”yeah, we should try to make as much progress as we can, especially since we have such a long way to go,” he explains, his voice softer than usual.

“You guys can stay, I don’t mind” you say hopeful

the boys exchange glances amongst themselves, clearly hesitant to leave you behind. but miles, the unofficial leader of the group, speaks up, ”we appreciate the offer, but we really do need to keep moving. it’s dangerous out there, and staying in one place for too long could put us at risk,” he responds, his tone firm but gentle.

“I’ve been here for 6 months nothing happend to me” you say in a ‘matter of a fact way’

Miles raises an eyebrow, his arms crossed over his chest, ”just because nothing’s happened yet doesn’t mean it won’t,” he counters, the protective nature in him coming out. the other boys are silent, but they’re clearly uneasy about leaving you behind as well.

You sigh “ok do as you guys wish I won’t stop you” you give them a small closer lip smile 

Miles’ expression softens at your understanding, but he still looks reluctant to leave, he glances at the other boys, who all look worried and unsure.  

after a moment of tense silence, Jack speaks up, ”what if we took you with us?”

You shake my head “I found my place, a place I can call my ‘home’” you give them a small smile “I’m safe here”

Miles is clearly unhappy with your response, but he doesn’t argue. he can see that you’ve made up your mind, and he knows there’s no point in trying to convince you otherwise. the other boys look conflicted as well, clearly not wanting to leave you behind ,”are you sure?” noah asks, his voice laced with worry.

“ I’m sure” you smile “you guys are welcome to come back at anytime”

Miles looks like he wants to protest, his eyes locking on yours with an intense stare. but he knows that fighting with you will just be pointless, he lets out a sigh, his expression resigned ”alright,” he mutters, his arms crossed again. “but you better be safe.”

“You too guys, be careful” you give them a small smile 

the boys all nod, their expressions turning serious at your words. they’re obviously worried about you being on your own, but they know they can’t make you change your mind. Miles steps forward, closing the distance between you, and wraps his arms around you for a tight hug.

You hug him back tightly “promise me that you’ll be safe and careful Miles”

Miles tightens his hold on you, his head resting against your shoulder. he takes a deep breath, the protective feeling in his chest getting stronger ”i promise,” he mutters in your ear, his voice low and earnest.

he holds you for a few more moments before reluctantly pulling away. his eyes meet yours, and there’s a thousand emotions swirling in their depths.  he clears his throat, clearly trying to keep it together ”we should get going,” he says, his voice firm.

You nod “ok be careful”

the boys all nod and start gathering their things. miles still looks reluctant to leave, but he knows he doesn’t have much choice, ”we will be,” he says firmly, his gaze locked on you. “you take care of yourself, okay?”

Miles holds your gaze for a moment longer, his eyes searching your face as if trying to memorize it. but finally he forces himself to look away, turning to the others ”let’s go,” he mutters, his expression hardening as he prepares to lead the group out. the boys head towards the door, each of them bidding you a final farewell as they go.  Miles is the last to leave. he pauses in the doorway, looking back at you one last time ”be safe” he says again, his voice gruff with emotion, then he turns and heads out, the door closing behind him. 

and just like that, you’re alone again.

the silence in the room seems deafening now. you can almost hear the sound of your own heartbeat. you let out a sigh, feeling a mixture of loneliness and relief.  

you know the boys will be safer without you, but you can’t help the gnawing feeling in the pit of your stomach.

[letitiaslabyrinth]

GRIEF

warnings: grief, family death, angst

word count: 1175

A/N: this is exactly after Ramonda's death. Shuri never became black Panther and never fought Namor. no header for this one cause i really dont have the time lol. and ik i've been gone for a few days but my phone literally shut off on me and it still hasn't turned on so i gotta use my computer for now.

After Ramonda's death, Shuri had distanced herself from the world. She didn't show up when Riri had tried to get her out of the palace with an invite to Chicago. She didn't celebrate her mother's birthday as its day got closer and closer, she didn't celebrate T'Chala's nor her father's. She stayed in her room all day. She barely ate, if she even did, and people around started to notice. 

Okoye and Aneka were the first two to try and help Shuri through her depression. They tried bringing her food and drinks but when they would come back, said food items would be the same way they left them. They tried bringing her games she could play but, again, she didn't use them. Their last attempt was to spend time with her, but that didn't work either. That was the first time in months that Okoye and Aneka had heard Shuri's voice and it was to tell them to get out. Of course they didn't give up at first but when Shuri started locking her door, they really didn't have a choice but to stay out.

The second person was Nakia. Trying to reach out and help Shuri was more difficult for her since she had moved back to Haiti to be with Toussaint. Shuri answered Nakia's call once to keep her from worrying but that didn't work seeing as how she didn't answer any more calls. Nakia ended up having to reach out to Okoye to check in Shuri but when they were both shut out, they gave up.

Shuri hears footsteps outside her room door before the person knocks. She doesn't answer them and they can't get in since her doors locked.

"Shuri?" 

Shuri sits up slowly. She breathes in deeply and unlocks the door. "Why're you here?" Her voice is low and raspy, surprising both of them. It had been a while since Shuri had actually said something out loud.

"I heard you weren't doing so good so I came to check on you," Riri says. She's worried. Shuri can see it all over her face and hear it in her voice but she doesn’t want to be a burden.

"I'm fine, Riri." 

Riri stays silent for a minute and looks at Shuri. She’s lost weight. A lot of weight. She's wearing sweatpants and a hoodie but you can tell by the way it hangs off her body.

"Let me help you." Riri holds out her hand. Shuri blinks before taking it, opening her door and letting Riri lead her into her bathroom. She sits Shuri down on the toilet seat while she starts the bath, making sure the water wasn’t too cold or too hot. "Do you want me to help you or should I leave?"

Shuri shakes her head. "Don't leave, please."

Riri nods and gets Shuri to stand up. "Put your hands up for me." She helps Shuri out of her hoodie and sweats and slowly sits her down into the water. 

Shuri holds her legs to her chest while Riri washes her back, neck, and sides. "Shuri, I need you to let go of yourself for me. I need to wash the rest of you." And she does. Riri washes her hair last before rinsing her body and helping her stand so she could be dried. She walks Shuri to her bedroom and sits her on the bed. "Anything specific you wanna wear?"

"Doesn't matter," Shuri says, her voice quiet.

After Shuri changes, Riri helps her to the living room and helps her sit down while she tries to make something for Shuri to eat. There wasn't much to choose from, seeing as how everything that was in the cabinets were either expired or close to it. Riri took out a box of Ziti Pasta and checked the fridge for any milk. She smelled it to make sure it wasn't spoiled and took it out.

"Shuri, I'm gonna make you pasta, alright? That sound good?" she doesn't get an answer back but she knows she was heard.

Riri brings two plates to the coffee table in front of Shuri. The TV's on and much to Riri's surprise, Shuri's awake. 

"You think you'll be able to eat?"Riri hands Shuri her plate.

"Doesn't hurt to try." She shrugs and picks up her fork. She’s still tired but she tries her best to give Riri a friendly smile as a show of gratitude.

It had been a few weeks since Riri's first visit and things had been looking up for Shuri since she let herself be taken care of. There were days when Shuri would feel proud of herself for the amount of progress she's made but then there were times—days, sometimes even weeks, where something would trigger about her family and she'd go back to her depressive state of mind and the progress she and Riri had been proud of would be gone.

It was tough on Shuri to actually let herself heal. It took so much out of her not to break down whenever she left her apartment for a meeting with the council. At first whenever she went into the throne room, memories of what happened to her Mother and Riri would come crashing into her brain but with Riri by her side now to keep her level-headed, she stopped thinking about it when it came down to business. Of course she couldn’t just forget how her Mother died and how she couldn’t do anything but watch but she knew she had been in hiding for far too long and the last thing she wanted people to say about her is that she was weak.

Sometimes, Shuri would go days without sleeping and not even realize until Riri made it known to her. For Shuri the days blurred together. Sure, she saw when the sun rose and went down but that didn’t mean she would get tired. She would either spend her days in the lab or in her bedroom listening to music and rocking herself side to side in comfort. Shuri had tried her best to make sure she didn’t get trapped in her bed again. She knew how hard it was when everything first started and to have to go through all of that again wasn’t something she wanted. 

Shuri was 21 when her Mother died. She’s 24 now and she’s still making it one step at a time. She’s healthy, she’s in therapy and has been for the past few months since she realized that she hasn’t been making any mental progress since Riri started helping her. 

Shuri let M’Baku take the throne and become the black panther so she could focus on herself. She needed to heal fully. She knew that. She knew she couldn’t do that if her focus was on her country and fighting and everything else beside her peace of mind.

[goldilocks-pony]

Sweet and Salty

More stevepop. Sorta a continuation of my previous stevepop drabbles but you dont have to read those for this to make sense.

Warnings: food

Shipa/characters: Sodapop Curtis and Steve Randle

Tagging: @pasta-and-isopods @papa-no-cheese @footnotesnake @sophie-i-guess13 @mx-misty-eyed @k0smik0phobia @cha0s-incarnated @sarcasticpenguini

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Soda was known for his high strung energy. But this time it wasn't because of him being hyper or chaotic, it was because he was nervous. He was tapping his fingers on the table. He took in a deep breath, it felt like he hadn't breathed for 5 minutes. His lip was raw and bleeding from biting it. He'd only been sitting down for five minutes and he was already worried hed been stood up.

Th e door's bell chimed and his eyes went wide as he stared at who had entered. Steve. He was in a plain black shirt and olive green cargo pants. Soda had only seen him wear those pants when he celebrated thanksgiving with the Mathews.

He shuffled his way over, looking down at his untied shoe laces. Once he reached the booth and sat down next to Soda he finally made eye contact and blushed.

"H-hi."

Sodapop grinned, trying not to let the new circumstances change him too much, "No need to be shy. I don't bite. Not in public at least."

Steve's eyes bugged out, his ears turning red as Soda laughed.

They both were interrupted as a waitress approached their booth. "Hello! Is there anything I can get started for you two? Appetizers or drinks?"

Steve's mouth clamped shut. Not unusual, Sodapop was used to Steve getting nervous around strangers. "Yes, we'll have a milkshake with some chips." He paused, "Oh! And two straws for the milkshake please."

Once the waitress finished jotting down their order she was off to attend to the next table.

Steve's voice was a shrunken version of his usual cadence, "So, uhm, I've never really been on a date with like a boy before."

Soda just laughed heartily, "Me neither but I'm sure we'll figure it out together."

Steve nodded before pulling out a peice of paper from his pocket. "I couldn't really afford a gift right now so here's just some poetry I wrote for you."

Soda's smile brightened, his cheeks dusted in pink. He knew Steve wrote but he never shared it before. He took the crumpled peice of paper into his hand and flattened it out before reading.

There was a deafening pause in the conversation while Steve stared expectantly, his stomach fluttering seeing Soda's eyebrows furrowed and his lips pressed together in concentration. He thought there couldn't be a moment in his life where Soda wasn't beautifully imperfect. His crooked nose, lopsided smiles, ears that stuck out, and his messy blonde hair.

Soda's head shot back up with a smile wider than the pacific, "Golly, Steve, you're real good."

His compliments were interrupted by the waiter cutting the empty air between them in half with a milkshake and a plate of chips.

Steve smiled coyly, intent to change the focus of their chat, "Y'know, I never tried dipping my chips into a milkshake before." He reached out towards the plate and plucked a single chip.

Soda replied, "I can't beleive you, it's better than peanut butter and chocolate."

Steve reached the chip dipped in milkshake over to Soda's mouth, "Then why don't you take the first bite?"

[thecatspasta]

NEW INTROPOST

[New intropost]

Haii, Im Rosette and the fine owner of this blog

This blog is supports Palestine and will block anyone whos neutral or for Israel

My pronouns are they/he (among others) and Im somewhat aroace

Im an artist and animator with a special interest in the Magnus Archives, Malevolent, Mother Mother and How To Train Your Dragon. I have autism and ADHD along with a few other things and my memory is ass so dont be surprised when I forget everything

My tagging system is:

#pasta scribbles - My art tag #garlic breath - Rambling tag, normally not reblogs #dragon!au - Dragon tma au. I turned everyone in tma into dragons #pasta's social life - Posts related to my friends (new tag, not used much) #youre only dreaming - my mental health/venting tag

My current interests are:

The Magnus Archives Malevolent Jack Conte Mother Mother Radiohead

And a lot more!

My PUBLIC sideblogs areee:

@pastasrebloops - where I reblog stuff (used when i have an active hyperfixation and want to reblog art and keep my main somewhat clean) @pastamurdercats - my warrior cats sideblog. All warrior cats content goes here. This is kept separate for personal reasons @cupboard-of-npd - mental illness blog. I talk about myself for extended periods of time and reblog stuff relating to mental health @pastadrawstma - TMA art goes here. Posts everyday at 3am NZST

Those are the only ones that I regularly use, so you can follow them if you want. There are 3 other blogs but Im really only sharing those with friends and mutuals I trust

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That should be all, thanks for checking out my blog!!

[nocturnalzhagreus]

8, 11, 22, 26, and 30 for Florence; 12, 14, 16, 23, and 28 for Henry :)

Oh boy its going to be a long one, lets just start with the girlie!

8) What hobbies does your OC have? What do they do to unwind?

Florence is a type of person who gets curious and interested easily so she embodies this trait into cooking. Her personal favorite is to make cookies and pasta, which she likes experimenting with new recipes. In some occasions if she's a bit worn out she likes to make a cup of goat milk and read a couple novels to unwind herself

11) What was your inspiration for your OC?

It all started when i got back to the twdak fandom and was also in a brainrot after reading agatha christie's novel "and then there were none". (Spoilers if you havent read it) I was a big fan of Old Justice Wargrave (or Laurence Wargrave) because he was such a well written villain with a strong sense of justice yet an "innocent" and calm sadistic demeanor. At that time i already had Florence in my drafts but i haven't got any good refs, so i decided to make my favorite old man as the refs for my girlie :>

22) Fight or Flight? Are they a lover or a fighter?

In a fight or flight situation, i do think she likes to take the risk. In making decisions or to put it simple, when she joined Krueger corp. she already knew theres no turning back because her father had already "given up" on her. So she will strive to prove that she's strong enough without him. So, a fighter.

26) What flower do you associate your OC with?

As much as i wanted to answer with wacky pretty flowers, i think daisies symbolizes her quite well, since it represents "innocence", loyalty, and ability to keep secrets

30) My OC and your OC are friends. This isn't a question. I'm not asking. (How do they respond?)

Theyre besties, your honor. Florence would really be grateful for Fiish's company because Albert could be quite a tiring boss, especially if he asks her to clean up the recent mess his patients did. Its just girlies supporting girlies yknow (and yeah they'll probably bully him also its part of the silly agenda lmao)

Now its time for Henry's turn!

12) Does your OC interact with other people's OC? If so, who's their best OC friend?

Yes. If you have seen the small comic i made with my friend (@im-bored-so-i-draw )'s oc, Jameson Heelshire, he's one of his homies. I dont know if they let me spoil another one but theres also another guy named Gabe, and he's also part of the group.

14) Who's a character your OC cannot stand! It's on sight when they see them!

With the events of him being rejected when he signed up for Myers corp, he absolutely despises Monsieur M. (Or just Myers in general) So everytime the tv at his press office has news about Myers he would reach put for the remote and change the channel to something else. He met Albert too at some point in while working, but he's still tolerable.

16) How's their relationship with their parents? Are they alive?

Henry's parents is indeed still alive. But the relationship is complicated. His mother was actually forced to marry his father because she was already pregnant before they were married. And Henry's mother was a scientist at Voorhees corp. And she was actually half-hearted when she had Henry. So they got divorced, and since his father regretted all of these occurences, Henry was taken in care by his uncle, Harlan. As for his relationship with them now, he still calls his dad and also his mom. Henry could only hope one day that his mother actually aswered the call when he did.

23) Is your OC reliable? Can I call them up at two in the morning if I have a flat tire?

Only if it also benefits him. Like if you call him with the said prompt he'll just reply "and what will you give me?" And if you answered something that pleases him (like you'll help him with his "work") he'll grab his sneakers and a brand new tire to run to you with aid.

28) What clique would they be in? (Draw them in the clothes of said group!)

I have really small understanding of english terms (it isnt my first language) so what i could gather is cliques are like those groups in highschools who has specific interests (?) So i would say he would be like a movie geek ig

(I dont know what they wear so apoliogies for not drawing :'>)

[loressa]

Burgertime

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Salt, fat, sizzle, sear - the components are basic and mandatory. The burger is the star and never let anyone tell you otherwise...even if that someone is a stupid bullshit Goodwill microwave because *someone* (Brenda in HR) is too fucking cheapass to upgrade.

I dont have time for this - Timmons needs a submit by noon for a merge by five because Perkins is absolutely horrible at his job - but fuck Perkins. I want a burger, specifically MY deliciously seared burger from last night, so it's time to settle in and wait. Triple beep on that idiot machine (fuck you, Brenda) and the microwave power's at 50% for that slow, deep reheat.

Some TV while we wait - Pedro seems to be really doing it dirty to Janessa Maria. Would NOT be surprised if he ends up stabbed with all those side chicas he's had going for weeks.

Annoyingly, the lunchroom TV cuts from daytime telenovelas to grainy cellphone zooms of movie monsters spilling out of weird machines. I check on my burger - ten minutes left and still rotating nicely, despite all expectations - and then focus back on the news again.

Invasion. Aliens. Doom. This channel sucks. Flip through a few, but it's all the same broadcast - burger doing great - and that's when I realized what's happening.

This bullshit castoff Oliver of a microwave is all please-maam-may-I-have-moreing my burger into a dry, shitty crumble. Fuck you, Brenda. Power down even lower, might help, has to help. I still hate Brenda.

Back to ten minutes and what is this bullshit on the TV. Timmons' task floats into my head and I kick myself - I didn't drop those completed components into code review. By the time I get back from that, we're at eight minutes, the burger is lightly sizzling and I've realized the entire office is empty.

Fucking corporate yoga. I can even hear them upstairs - graceful, my ass, they sound like elephants tap dancing. Seven minutes to heaven, though, so who gives a shit. I think I'll add some BBQ sauce, just to be heathenous.

I hear a crash from the area near Perkins' desk, but who cares. The guy is a mess. Six minutes. Looking juicy. Another crash. Did they have a lunch out? Perkins *likes* to drink, why do you think he's useless after lunchtime?

Flip channels for a bit, but it's all the same stupid YouTube alien movie promo crap - five minutes, die in a fire, Brenda - so I browse Reddit looking at food pics. Another crash and now it's starting to seem a bit weird. I glance at the microwave, mouth almost aching - four minutes - and sigh. Gotta help Perkins.

Aaaand, nope, that's an alien. That's totally, completely, absolutely, how the fuck is that an alien. He's... she's? It's tall, scaly, oozy, slimy, totally not human, pure nightmare factory, and appears to be baffled by a stapler. Why does Perkins even have a stapler?

You how know under pressure our brains turn into trapped rats trying to find the easiest way out and we think and do amazing shit? So yeah, three minutes left and burger is looking good.

I thank my Brenda-esque brain for absolutely nothing and dart back into the lunchroom, which has apparently become my safe house against an alien invasion. Yay, I always wanted to fight for my life surrounded by old egg salad and leftover pasta.

Right about now is when I realize my problem. See, the microwave has been going with an ambient hum since Sumeria was the shit, so any changes are going to be instantly noticed...and we're at two minutes left. Also the burger is looking amazi-

Right, yeah, pull it together girl. Fuck you, Brenda. With a REAL microwave, I would have been out of here alr-

Well, hold on now. I creep back to the door. The alien's apparently given up on staplers and is kinda scanning the room. Like, literally, scanning. There's old 90s style movie graphics sprouting out of his/her/its eyes.

One minute left - hi burger, you're beautiful - and I'm fumbling with my phone. This whole situation is stupid enough, might as well try....

And there we are. WiFi scanner is picking up something absolutely weird and confusing, clearly some sort of network we can't identify. The alien's got some tech - or biology? - emitting a signal.

I groan. I know the answer. I hate the answer. I sigh. I curse fucking Brenda. 10 seconds left. I back away and close my eyes. Everyone sacrifices in trying times.

3, 2, 1 - the rotation stops and the stupid little defunct microwave gives a happy chirp of a ding. Done! Aren't you proud of me? Never, Brenda-spawn.

A claw appears around the door. Oh fuuuuck, yep, this is happening. I duck down behind a table and reach up to fumble at the microwave door. Hopefully aliens aren't vegan. I manage to jab it open and suddenly the delicious, intoxicating smell of the perfect burger floods the lunchroom, rich and redolent.

Apparently demons like burgers, but I was counting on this. Everyone likes burgers unless they are useless bitches named Brenda. S/he/it leaps for the microwave and I slide sideways - this is a horrible idea - putting myself closer to her as my arms fumble at the countertop. Oh, god, it stinks like childhood trauma and ozone. Too late now and here we go - the creature realizes I'm here far too late, flailing and turning with way too many arms writhing about. His head is at the same level of the counter top, body coiled to strike.

My lunging fall nearly fails, apparently my aim is terrible, but I trip on a chair and surge upwards again, hands finally wrapping around the microwave.

"You like to transmit shit about Earth?????!" I want to scream but instead I just kinda squeak as I grab the horrible microwave with its beautiful payload and slide the entire thing over the creature's head.

"Farrady cage?" I whisper hopefully, quickly backing away, because that - and my burger - was really all I had. For a second, the alien is still, simply standing there with his/her/its head crammed in a microwave, before its head gives a sudden, anticlimactic plop and sinks to the ground, ooze puddling out on his/her/its shoulders.

As the creature falls, his/her/it's body gives a shake, some final death throe, and, with a rattle, a little brown disc comes soaring out of the microwave. It's a beautiful, heartwarming moment. The alien's dead, Berlin is playing take my breath away and I've been reunited with my hamburger.

The rest of earth can wait a few more minutes for me to save it. This shit is finally hot and ready and it's lunchtime for momma.

[mermarcummusic]

show pony goes to bean town

Pasta Palace (Boston, MA) 10/25/2024

live laugh love the rick west trio.

i love discovering a new indie artist and making it your whole personality and spreading the good word to your friends and listening until you know every word and thinking to yourself bruhhhh how is this person not famous??? and the superiority complex that comes with thinking u found them first. yes oh yes!

well, that happened to me recently with an artist named rick west.

initially, i was attracted to his visuals (i'm a sucker for cool visuals), and then i listened to the music and woweeeeee. rick is a nashville based artist (furthering my love of all the music i'm hearing coming out the nashville scene). the song that got me hooked was one of the singles off his latest album, "genuis" called "6-pack." it's easy breezy indie twang. makes me wanna sit on a porch and sip a lil sumn reeeeeal slow.

so, imagine my surprise when my good friend chanler texted me one morning and asked if i would be interested in opening for one of his new signees (to his label happen twice) in boston...rick mf west.

i was elated (probably too elated) and eagerly agreed despite working out none of the logistics of getting myself to boston in a weeks notice. but the day arrived and despite my efforts to organize a band and a ride to brighton i ended up braving it alone to do my least favorite thing: play a solo set.

i have been working on my relationship to playing alone mostly because i fear nothing more than being another girl with an acoustic guitar. no shame to girls with acoustic guitars i love yall fr. i just dont feel it accurately represents me or my music.

so, i packed up my tote bag and mia's nylon guitar (we've named him mj) and my secret weapon: my chroma console.

now, i have used this pedal a handful of times but only to record with, never for a live performance. i know it's made to be used live but it's a very powerful pedal and i just hadn't sat down and taken the time to learn how to use it in this capacity. but, i had a 5 hours flix bus ride from midtown to south station to figure it out. and figure it out i did(ish).

besides watching youtube videos on the chroma console and taking notes like i was studying for a test my other bus activity was hand embroidering a pair of undermer (my merch) for a sweet girl i met on the internet who happens to live in boston and dmed me that she would be at the show and needed a pair of my (soon-to-be) famous undermer. it's silly moments like these that i view success as scalable.

i am success i am success i am success

i arrived at the venue (storm shelter turned diy concert space) and my friend elaine realized why it was called pasta palace. "oh, i've seen this place on tik tok, they sell pasta out of their window to the people of boston and it's gone viral." awesome vibe.

highlights of the show:

- they had a projector and let me play whatever i wanted during my set, so i obviously played family guy highlights

- chroma console success! it added a lot to my set actually in a way that made me just feel more confident that it was enjoyable for people to engage with rather than sort of lock out to the famiilar sounds of acoustic guitar and voice.

- rick west trio just as good as i would have hoped

- rick played with jonathan on stage (a huge show pony honor)

- jane don't (the other band on the bill) was mesmerizing yalllll

- got to make new friends & see old ones

- i started healing my relationship with playing solo

- i tried out a new cover (you are every girl to me by mj lenderman) and it was lit as hell. will be adding to the set.

- had a crazy mid-show discourse with someone where i mentioned i live in brooklyn and they shouted "fuck new york" to which i responded "oh, word? let's open that up and have a discussion, please defend ur statement" and they really gagged me when they said "new york is a spiritual wasteland" ...... ohhh ok got it got it got it so anyway this next song is called...

- got to trade some merch with mr rick! yay!

overall, such a great experience, such a special show. i would be remiss to take small diy shows like this one for granted. there's an energy and a care in spaces where people chose to show up and spend $15 to take a chance on a artist they don't know. even if they are there to see a friend play but stay for my set or come early for my set etc. i value trying new songs in these settings and getting to talk and joke up on the stage and look people in the eyes and go out into the crowd after and dance with strangers and have brief encounters that may never be more than this moment. simple joys.

i love u bean town! i love u pasta palace! i love u rick west u genuis!

xo,

mer

<3

[littleashesefall]

While I get this it also sucks that if you are kind about it you get your face ripped off because it's a 'gift'. It's less "I don't like this fix it" and more "I really really like and enjoy this but xyz bugged me or brought up xyz for me. I'd love to see you grow and improve so here's a suggestion but you don't have to take it."

For the record, I'd absolutely bring up "the pasta salad was really delicious but the two layers of cayenne pepper made it painful for me to taste. It would have been helpful if the chef 'tagged ' that it was meant to be crazy spicy or I would have loved to have tasted an alternative version with less pepper if the chef ever wants to try a different receipe."

To not be allowed to say anything constructive that could be considered a criticism is just pointless in my opinion for an artist? Like if I volunteer a story about orphans and adoption and talk for an hour and after everyone is engaged and then randomly go "and then the space aliens came out of the cave and started having sex with everyone the end." its absurd if after my story when people go "hey I was so int it you are amazing, and those aliens kind of came from no where and we never hear about the orphans again. Maybe build up to them invading more and mention them in the tags- just because sci-fi isn't my thing not that anything is wrong with it" or "hey if you are going to have elements of non con in your story can you warn people? The aliens used mind control devices which made it impossible for people to consent to sex and there are readers who can react to that" that my reaction as an author would be "WELL IF YOU DONT LIKE MY FREE STORY THAT I SHARED FOR FREE DONT READ IT!! How dare you make any kind of comment that is outside of 100% praise. Fuck you."

That being said, I have read fictions where the author is like "hey I'm not into this fic or Fandom anymore but I put so much time and effort that I decided to post it as is. It's not edited or finished and I have no plans to rewrite or edit it so keep that in mind when you leave comments."

I've also seen authors be like "I'm new and sensitive and self conscious about my story so please be mindful to be nice in the comments/please don't give criticism even constructive". The assumption should not always be 'I speak for every author out there and all of us unilaterally agree that unless we very specifically ask for and give you permission to give suggestions - don't. "

Readers have a right to suggest that they be given information so they can make an informed decision about whether they consent to something. IE I didn't consent to reading a story that details animal abuse, you didn't warn me and it's fucked up that when I say 'hey respectfully, this triggered horrible memories for me so can you tag 'descriptions of animal abuse' in you fic' I will go off if I get yelled at because you can't handle anything outside of praise.

Also as much as it's appreciated that you do things for free, it's also nice to consider that a reader also invests time in reading and if I spent days and hours reading your fic just for you to abruptly introduce aliens or abuse and then end it. Now I'm triggered, pissed at an incomplete story that suddenly turned to shit, and annoyed I wasted my time getting invested in the story and outcome only to be monumentally let down because I hate aliens and abuse and both things were suddenly introduced.

I just saw a Tik Tok that said writers on AO3 are not looking for constructive criticism in their reviews. I have no audience on this platform so I have to know if this is true? I've always left my pros and cons when reading a fic and now I'm concerned that the authors didn't like that.

Yeah writers are Not looking for criticism, constructive or otherwise. Unless they specifically ask for it, it’s considered rude and honestly a bit hurtful. In the least bitchy way possible, don’t do that. It’s unwanted.

[coltrainbat]

MASTERLIST

✨Masterlist ✨

READ ME BEFORE YOU REQUEST

Please note I don’t write anything that is illegal or borderline inappropriate. This includes sibling smut, adult baby kink (I dont even know what its called), teacherxstudent relationships and anything else I deem off. I also havent been to high school for many years so even if it’s innocent fluff I do not write HS AUs. If you’re unsure just ask! Can even be anon and if you don’t get a reply to your request then it’s a no. I’m fine with Daddy kink and most sex stuff as long as it doesn't cross lines into over infantilising, acting like an actual baby. 

As much as I’d love to sit in my bed all day and write fics... I have a big girl job and answer my requests in order I receive them (lol OCD tings) and I cant start one until the other is done (again sorry OCD tings). So please note there is a 3 week ish turn around for requests at max. And sometimes if I get a good idea I’ll write my own first cause I have to get it out of my head. But if you want updates feel free to message me or I’ll post an update if I get caught up in life! 

I’m always up for a chat and am pretty active on here so you’re welcome to talk to me about whatever, ask questions or just chat! Please note it’s an 18+ account and if you don’t specify that I won’t reply. 

Ty x

Clover ☘️

Dividers from the brilliant @firefly-graphics 💕

Gifs and images are not mine! 

KEY:

☁️ - Fluff 🔥 - Smut/NSFW 🌤 - Platonic 

🌧  - Tear Jerker / Sad

🌪 - Angst

SERIES: 

COMING SOON: Third Times A Charm | A Chris Evans X RDJ Sister!Reader (description here)

Take Me Home | Nick Vaughan X Reader:

Part 1 -  Meet Cute ☁️

Yes, No, Maybe | Chris Evans X Curvy!Reader:

Part 1 - Chris meets you and has to have you. ☁️🌪

Part 2 - your first date. ☁️

Part 3 (Virgin!Reader) - Chris takes your virginity 🔥☁️

Bubba | Dad!Chris Evans X Pregant/Mom!Reader):

Part 1 - You tell Chris he’s going to be a dad for the first time. ☁️🌧

Part 2 - Protective!DadChris ☁️

IMAGINES/ONE SHOTS & HEADCANONS:

Chris Evans

You’re Mine (Curvy!Reader) - You’re Chris’s FWB and you wonder if you’re the only one 🔥☁️

All Worth It (Curvy!Reader) - You and Chris go public with your relationship. ☁️

Chris Evans Alphabet (Curvy!Reader) - smut implied but mainly fluff. ☁️

Chris Evans Alphabet NSFW - 🔥

What A Girl Wants - You’re a str!pper and Chris wants you for the night. 🔥

Happiest Man Alive - You’re a florist and Chris proposes at the Oscars ☁️

No One Disrespects Chris’s Girl - A journalist insults you to Chris’s face. 🌪

Best Birthday Ever (Curvy!Reader) - You usually dread your birthday but Chris has a surprise in stall. ☁️

Bed. Now. - Finals week has hit but Chris wants you to sleep. ☁️

Boston Boy Documentary - Your segment in Chris’s documentary. ☁️

Can’t Believe They’re Real - Chris is an ass guy but with tits like yours he cant help be obsessed.  🔥

Favourite Pillows - Chris’s favourite pillows are conveniently on your chest. ☁️

My Angel (Model!Reader) - You’re a Victoria Secret Angel ☁️

Because I Want You - Your bestie, Chris gets a bit jealous...  ☁️🌪

Cookie - Baking cookies doesnt go as planned.  ☁️🔥

High On You - You and Chris enjoy a joint together. ☁️

I’m in Chwarge (Blurb) - No one tells you whhat to do besides Chris ☁️🔥

Tik Tok Leggings - You could say Chris likes your new leggings… 🔥☁️

Eat Shit Ransom - You’ve got a huge crush on Ransom 🌪☁️

Pork or Pasta? - You meet Chris for the first time but arent so sure about him... 🌪☁️

Mint Condition - Captain America Roleplay  🔥

Sexiest Girl Alive (Curvy!Reader) - You get hate for your body and Chris comes to your defence. 🌪☁️

Headcanon!Chris Evans - Chris start to cheer his gf up. How? With stupid cheesy pick up lines ☁️

Steve Rogers 

I’m The Captain Now - Taking Steve’s virginity 🔥

Off to College - You & Steve send your little girl off to College ☁️🌧

Family Matters - Steve’s sister dies 🌧🌤 

Roped Up - Steve ties you up 🔥

Soxs - You get Steve a cat to help with his nightmares. ☁️

Prettiest Girl In The World (PreSerum!Steve X Plussize!Reader) - Steve thinks you’re the best even if you don’t. 🔥☁️🌧

Get A Life - Shortsized!Reader working for Bruce Banner as a lab assistant and Steve has a total crush on her. ☁️

Frank Adler 

Disneyland - You and Frank take Mary to Disney ☁️

Put It On My Tab - Frank introduces Female Bartender!Reader and introduces her to his niece. ☁️

Andy Barber

What To Wear (Curvy!Reader) - Andy helps you find a shirt that fits for your date night. ☁️

Sparks Fly - Soulmate AU ☁️

You’re Sick (Blurb) ☁️

Our Home - Laurie shows up unannounced. 🌪☁️

Knock Knock - You surprise Andy at work. 🔥

Lloyd Hansen

You’re Not Sorry - You act like a brat but Lloyd is going to make you pay for it. 🔥🌪

Ari Levinson

I’ll Take Care of You - Ari is married to your sister but he has you on on his mind. 🔥

Neighbours - You get very friendly with your neighbour, Ari.  🔥

Ransom Drysdale

Good Bunny - Ransom wants to explore the hole God can’t see... 🔥

Liam Hemsworth

Nostalgia - You and Liam reunite but its a little different now. ☁️🌪