#Wade's lunch boxes

[jamie-todd-red-knight]

*drops off hello kitty lunch box, theres a salad made of cucumbers and peppers and lettuce and carrots and tomatoes, theres sliced meat and cubed cheese, plain salted chips with crackers too and some haribo, those four things in each of the four compartments*

*theres the rainbow dash bottle full of water by the lunch box*

*the note inside reads*

'Hey Jamsie

If you ever wanna have something specific for lunch

Just let me know, whatever it is and I'll try and make it for you

For now I'll stick to generic lunches

Love, dad!'

Thanks, Papa.

[cloudbug08]

Worth It

Logan (James) Howlett and agere!reader

A/N: All of my oneshots will be/are written with a fem reader in mind because I write my works self indulgently, however, if it’s requested I have no qualms writing the reader GN

Unless I’m writing a romantic work, there is so age in mind for the reader, however, romantic works will be written with an over 18 reader in mind （╹◡╹）

I’m being honest this made me quite emotional, the x men movies had a large impact on my life, especially the Logan and wolverine movies, they got me through a few dark spots. So I’m sorry if you get sad or cry, I did too, but it will get happier :)

I’m honestly really bad at characterising ironic characters like Wade, so forgive me if he’s a bit ooc

If you haven’t watched the Logan movie or the newest Deadpool movie this is my warning! Do not read any further if you don’t want spoilers! There are spoilers in this work!

TW/CW: references to Logan’s death, angst, grief, swearing, “Bad” Logan from the Deadpool 3 movie, fluff, obviously where Logan died in Wade and Readers universe, the Reader died in ‘bad’ Logan’s universe, if that makes sense

“Your eyes are just like his, but your face is a bit different”

You lay your bag on the ground, shifting to lie down on your side, you brush your fingers against the cold rocks piled up over Logan’s grave, tears glob over your eyelids, gasping in wet breaths.

Your body jolts at the realisation that you’ll never see him again, you’ll never watch cartoons with him again, never have his warm hand rub over your shoulder again.

You lay until your bones ache and your knees creak, waiting, hoping, that just maybe he’d dig his way out of the pit, alive and warm. A hand rests on your shoulder, you jump, turning, you’re face to face with a red mask

“Wade!”

You cry, pulling the man into a hug, you hear the puff of air leave his chest

“You little ankle biter, why are you here alone?”

You whimper, alone, that’s right, everyone’s gone, you expect him to crack a joke, but he doesn’t, he just stays, quiet, a rock for you.

You offer him a shaky smile when he jokes about how late it is, offering you a night at his apartment, you comply, quietly walking next to him, thankful to have a friend.

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A night at Wade’s apartment turns into 5 years at Wade’s apartment, although the man’s a little odd, he keeps you safe, fed and happy.

You’re sat on the carpet, kicking your socked feet, colouring in a picture of a cat, you look up at the sound of the door unlocking

“Wade!”

You wave at the man as he stumbles in, balancing a McDonald’s bag in one arm, holding his keys and a few knives in the other

“Hi bug”

You grin at the nickname, a little peculiar, but so was Wade, you zero in on the brown paper bag in his hand, eager and nosy

He drops it on the table and you feel your stomach grumble at the greasy, but oh so delicious smell

“Hungry?”

You nod, eyes big and puppy-like

“You eat anything today?”

You feel warm, cared for

“Apple slices! N some peanut butter”

He squints, clearly not all that impressed

“I’ll pack up a breakfast and lunch for you tomorrow, don’t want you touching any knives”

You frown under your pacifier, dejected, you suppose he wasn���t being unreasonable, you did nearly cut your hand with a small paring knife

“Sorry”

He slouches into the old couch, pulling your happy meal out of the bag, along with a cheeseburger, he passes you the box

“Don’t worry.”

You both dig in, hungry. Finish up, playing with the little toy that came with the happy meal, Wade leans down to grab your rubbish, after wiping a blob of ketchup off your lip, you smile up at the man.

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It had been a dreadful two days, Wade was gone, nowhere to be found, at first you wondered if it had anything to do with his birthday, maybe he just needed time away, but Wade had never left you alone this long since he took you in, you were panicking, feeling your adult state slowly slipping away.

You thumb at your stuffed animals ear, nervously waiting, praying that something hadn’t happened to the only person you had left.

You whip around, listening closely to the murmur of voices outside, Wade? And someone else, you couldn’t quite make out their voice.

You jump up when Wade unlocks the door, barrelling at him, you grip at his back, your tears soak into the spandex.

“Woah, what’s wrong”

You hiccup

“Thought you died”

Wade rubs a hand down your back, clearing his throat, only just realising what an impact his potential death would have had on you, considering how close he actually was to dying.

“Shit-“

You tap his shoulder, light, but a warning, he lets out a puff of air

“Sorry, bad word, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t do that again.”

You grumble, He nods, pulling away, he turns you away from him, so you’re looking at the hulking man stood next to him, you blink owlishly, frozen in place, his eyes widen as he takes you in, you gasp wetly, you scramble against him, your small cry’s turning into heaving sobs, his gloved hands rest on your back, he calls your name.

You peer up at him, your face flushed and streaked with tears, he lifts you up, his own tears soak into your shoulder

“Da?”

He hums, his throat scratchy

“I missed you”

His breath catches

“I missed you too honeybee”

You were glued to Logan for the evening, holding his hand and following him around like a lost puppy, trailing after him when he left to go change.

He picked you up, rocking you on his hip while a lullaby played on Wade’s tv. Pressing a kiss to your forehead when you drifted off.

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Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed, comments, requests and reblogs are very appreciated! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

[eroticomens]

(i wanted love, i needed love) most of all

in which Logan casually says 'i love you' and Wade talks about The Lion King a normal amount. set after my fic Empty With You but works on its own as just stupid cute fluff~ Wade’s always envisioned the first time Logan says ‘I love you’ would be a dramatic declaration, most likely mid-nasty, at which point they would switch from nasty and shift gears to making love. It’s a pretty common fantasy in his brain. Never fails to leave his hands sticky and his heart even stickier. 

He doesn’t need Logan to say it. He wants him to, more than anything in the world, but he’s learning how to be less of a brat these days. …Trying to, anyway. So he doesn’t push, doesn’t prod. He just tells Logan that he loves him every chance he gets, and takes the kisses, hugs, and affectionate smiles he receives in return. 

Logan’s headed off for work. It’s a stupidly early shift. It’s 5 AM, the actual asscrack of dawn, and he’s lacing up his boots while Wade makes him coffee in a thermos (definitely not spiked with whiskey) and stuffs it into his lunch box, along with a turkey sandwich that’s mostly meat.

Wade plops the sticker suffocated lunch box down on the couch next to Logan, leaning against the armrest and wrapping Logan’s bathrobe tighter around himself. He’s got his own, of course, but Logan’s is just comfier. 

“Whatcha buildin’ today, Peanut? Casino? Old folks home? Walk-in STD clinic? Combination of all of the above? Blind Al will be thrilled.” Wade chatters. 

A single soft laugh. “Same thing we been workin’ on all week. The overpass down by Jacob’s Convenience.” 

“Are they, though– convenient? I’d categorize a thirty minute walk as a Hassle.” 

“Maybe not. But they got good cigars.” Wolvie shrugs, standing to leave. 

He makes his way to the door with Wade in tow, as usual. “Don’t forget your lunch, sugar tits.” Wade rattles the box behind him. 

“Thanks, angel.” Logan says with a smile. His fingers are warm and rough and familiar as they brush Wade’s to take his lunch. Then he cups Wade’s cheek in his free hand and gives him a chaste kiss. “I’ll be back around 6. Try not to miss me too much.” 

“I’m not making any promises.” Wade stands on his tippy toes to give Logan another kiss. The only time Logie gets to be taller is when he’s got his work boots on and Wade’s barefoot. Wade might enjoy it a little too much. “Love you.” He says as he pulls away like he always does. 

But today, Logan replies: “Love you, too.” And even though it’s the middle of winter, his world blooms like spring. He swears he smells flowers and sunshine, like the words themselves have taken root in his soul. 

[Hold the fuck up. Was that a typo, author? Are you fucking with us right now? We will fucking gut your pumpkin seed munching ass–]

He must look as flabbergasted as he feels, because Logan tilts his head. “…Y’okay there?” 

“You said it,” Wade says flatly at first… then with much more enthusiasm as it sinks in. “You said it!!” He squeals and leaps into Logan’s arms, long limbs encircling Logan’s shoulders and waist as he buries his face in the other man’s neck. 

Logan’s deep, rich laughter vibrates through every bone in his body and makes his dying cells feel alive. “Yeah….Guess I did…” 

Don’t cry don’t cry don’t cry. Wade tells himself, but it’s too late. He’s already sniffling into Logan’s shirt as the other man rubs his upper back soothingly. “Don’t go to work,” He says softly. Logan’s quiet for a minute, clearly weighing the options in his head. “Wade…” “Don’t go,” Wade pleads, kissing his neck and nuzzling into him. This draws a long, resigned sigh from his lover, and Wade grins against his skin triumphantly. “Stay home with me. Say there was an emergency. Say your father died and you had to move to the jungle for a few years and eat bugs, but you’re back to reclaim the throne from your uncle Scar–” “Wade.” Logan interrupts. “Yeah?” “You’re an idiot. …and I love you.” Wade’s feet wiggle and his toes curl in uncontainable excitement, like Logan’s words are electric. He grips the other man tightly with his thighs and leans back to grab his face and pull him into a kiss– a real kiss, with tongue and a greedy little nibble of Logan’s bottom lip at the end. He can feel Logan trying to smile. “Why now? Why today?” Wade can’t help but ask. There’s a short pause while Logan assembles his thoughts. Wade’s used to giving him an extra minute to articulate his feelings, so he just strokes his kitty cat’s hair affectionately, earning a soft rumble. 

[It’s a goddamn purr.] ((But Wolvie doesn’t like when we call it that...)) [Can’t stop us from saying it inside.]

Wade stifles a tiny giggle.

“Think I been sayin’ it back in my head for months. Just…actually came out today.”

Wade wrinkles his nose and blinks fresh tears from his eyes. “Stop. I’m losing my fucking mind right now. God, I love you so much, you big beautiful bastard. Please tell me you’re gonna stay home so we can roll around in the grass and fuck like lions?”

Logan laughs again, hugging him close. “Alright, alright. I won’t go to work today, Red.”

“Oh, you’re going to work, alright, Simba.” Wade grins, still watery eyed. ”On this ass.” 

[merc-with-a-mouth-69]

@theworstwolverine

Logan has been busy all day, making the apartment a comfortable place for Wade. It's something he can't help, really. Ever since they'd found out Wade was pregnant, he'd felt this urge to make up their sleeping space into a little nest- something safe and cozy and comfortable, so he can rest as he needs to. Now, he's just patiently waiting. Well, not patiently, but he is busying himself with making a list for them for the future.

Wade hadn’t been expecting anything extravagant when he arrived back home. He’d spent the day with Vanessa and Peter, the three of them getting lunch, catching a movie and then mindlessly shopping. Normally, their shenanigans would have been much more unhinged, but due to Wade’s recent… discovery, he couldn’t do much. Normally Logan would have joined them, even if it were something he didn’t exactly want to do, so when he opted to stay home, Wade did have a little tinge of suspicion.

He arrived home that night around 7pm, carrying a few bags on his arm and a leftovers box in the other. “Logan, I brought pizza!” He called out to the man.

[nahoney22]

Honeybunch, my beloved 💚💚💚

Congratulations on your 4,000 followers!!! That's so amazing, and you deserve so many more for your talented writing 🥰

You were one of my earlier moots when I joined Tumblr and entered The Clone Wars fandom. You've been so kind to me and helped me get started writing my first reader fic! I'll always be grateful for your advice and encouragement you gave me 🥺

So, here I am, super excited to be part of your 4,000 follower celebration 🤩

I'm sending in my first request! I restled with this one because I couldn't decide which clone I wanted, so you may see me again in your ask box 😁

I have to choose my beloved Fives for this one 💙 He will always be my favorite.

SFW, please, and I'm thinking of some super fluffy vibes, but not overly sappy.

I don't know if you've seen the movie Elemental, but the way Wade looks at Ember with just this awestruck and dumbfounded face is what I'm thinking. He just thinks everything she does is amazing and that she is amazing.

A couple prompts that I saw that fit this are: "You're a beautiful person, inside and out", "sometimes I look at you and wonder how I got so lucky", "everytime I see you, I fall in love all over again", and "you take my breath away".

I hope this is enough information to evoke the vibe I'm thinking of 😅

As always, feel free to toss out my ask if it's not vibing with you! If it is a vibe, then I can't wait to see what you come up with 🤩 Take all the time you need! I'm in no rush ��

Please and thank you, with love 💚

@the-bad-batch-baroness

4000 Prompt List Celebration

Fives X F!Reader

word count: 682

SFW

prompts:

“You take my breath away.”

“Every time I see you, I fall in love all over again.”

warnings: none, fluff! Established relationship, female reader.

authors note: BESTIE! Thank you for sending this request in. It’s a little short but I hope it’s sweet enough (not too smushy)

Wiping the sweat from your brow, the noonday surge of customers had hit your cozy little bakery with the force of an oncoming train. As patrons snatched up every delectable morsel you had to offer, you swiftly replenished the counter, meticulously tidied the tables, and swept the floor in anticipation of the next wave of customers.

With a sigh of relief, you stretched your fatigued muscles, but a knock at the window immediately seized your attention. A wide smile graced your lips as you locked eyes with your boyfriend, Fives.

You signaled for him to enter, and with the shop now relatively tranquil, housing only a couple of patrons tucked away in a corner, you leaped into his arms. He spun you around, both of you enveloped in joyful laughter.

"Hey, babe," he chuckled, gently placing you back on solid ground and leaving a tender kiss on your lips. "Are you busy?"

"Not anymore," you beamed, moving back behind the counter, and gesturing to the array of delectable confections. "Just survived the lunch rush. Hungry?"

"That depends," he said with a mischievous grin, "is it on the house?"

"For you? Never."

He rolled his eyes and playfully leaned his arms on the counter. "Oh, how you wound me, pretty girl.”

Responding with a mischievous smile, you swiftly turned around and fetched a bag of treats that you had thoughtfully prepared in advance. You were well aware that Fives had been spending a lot of time patrolling the streets of Coruscant lately (whether it was to escape duty and visit your workplace was a matter of speculation). So, you had taken it upon yourself to assemble a bag of sweet delights for him.

Placing the bag on the counter, you folded your arms smugly across your chest as he raised a curious eyebrow and peered inside. Instantly, a grin lit up his face, and he leaned closer to you. "Have I ever told you that every time I see you, I fall in love all over again?"

Matching his stance, you leaned over your side of the counter. "All the time."

"And my point will forever stand," he declared, stealing a quick kiss before straightening up and tucking the bag under his arm. "I see you've even packed something for Jesse... should I be jealous?"

"Not at all," you laughed, sensing his feigned offense. "It saves you two from getting reprimanded if you're caught coming in here. Again," you reminded him with a knowing look.

Sheepishly, he rubbed the back of his neck, his mind drifting back to the memory of Obi-Wan catching him and Jesse indulging in secret snacks in the back corner of the bakery. They had received an earful, but if it meant seeing you, he'd willingly go through it all over again. "In that case, I should shoot off."

You walked around the counter and approached him, extending your arms, and he didn't hesitate to pull you into a warm, tight embrace. After a moment, he released you, cupped your cheeks, and sighed almost dreamily.

"You take my breath away," he cooed, playfully squishing your cheeks before sharing a gentle kiss with you. You couldn't help but giggle against his prolonged and unbroken kiss, pushing on his shoulders until he stumbled back, acting dazed and spinning around like a lovesick character in an animated holofilm. Idiot.

"I'll see you soon," he called from the door, giving you a quick wave.

Before he completely departed, he turned to steal one last glance at you, his gaze filled with unmistakable affection. His feelings were genuine; he had never adored anyone as deeply as he adored you. Your presence made his heart race uncontrollably, and a constant smile seemed to have taken residence on his face. Even during work, his thoughts were consumed by you.

You caught him staring and asked, "What are you gawking at?"

"Someone beautiful," he replied with a heartfelt sincerity, his eyes locked onto yours.

As he eventually disappeared from sight, you couldn't help but think that you should probably prepare another bag of treats, just in case.

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[avocado-writing]

8 anon here! Here's another horny hc! Logan enjoys purposely leaning close to the ear to whisper pure filth out of the blue! He also make sure it's only loud enough for them or him to hear! He does it to see his gn s/o because of how flustered they are ⁄⁠(⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠-⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠)⁠⁄ whenever he does but mostly to Wade because it's the rare times he's completely speechless (⁠゜⁠o⁠゜⁠;

Logan has a filthy mouth and the two of you bring it out of him. You’ll be making lunch and he’ll box you in against the counter, pinning his hips up against your ass. “I’d bend you over the counter if we were alone, baby.” All you can do is squeak as he backs off and grabs a beer, pretending nothing has happened at all.

Wade doesn’t believe a word of what you tell him until one day him and Logan are alone in the apartment, he’s got some sports game on and is yelling at the tv much to Logan’s chagrin… then he hears him close in and whisper “shut the fuck up and put that mouth to better use,” and he’s just immediately hard.

that old man talks dirty. you cannot convince me otherwise.

[nardo-headcanons]

Hello!

I'm currently planning out a fic centering around an oc from kiri, and I was wondering if you could expand a little on the scenery of kiri? Maybe just idea's of how kirigakure looks on the inside, specific buildings that could be of importance inside the village, ect if thats alright with you.

omg a request fjsanag

Hi there nonnie! Of course I can do that! I love talking about the scenery of different places in Naruto and Kiri is one of my favorite places to explore! I'm also currently planning on posting about holidays and festive occasions in the big ninja villages, where Kiri is included as well. So make sure to stick around ;)

This is the third expansion of my current Kirigakure Worldbuilding Headcanons, which can be found here and here.

Kirigakure Worldbuilding III - The Scenery of Kirigakure

Rice fields around Kirigakure

As previously established, rice is an important part in the local eating pyramid of Kirigakure. The population of the water country is very small and lives rather centralized, most water people are Kirigakure citizens. The few ones that aren't usually are rice farmers or fishermen.

Directly around the village

As we know, the village of Kirigakure itself is surrounded by mountains. However, there are also depictions of Kiri being a coastal city. This made me come to the conclusion that the landscape around Kiri probably looks similar to the coastline of vietnam.

Inside the village

Unfortunately, I haven't found any pictures resemmbling Kirigakure architecture. I even tried dabbling my toes into AI image generation, but the results were very bland and unsatisfying. Since the only canonical depiction of Kirigakure as a whole is the image below, we have a to use a little more imagination here. However, I got a little more inspiritation from imagines of the Kirigakure minecraft building project.

Buildings in Kirigakure

Kirigakure is criss crossed by rivers, so the urban planners of Kiri had to maneuver around that. Unlike Iwagakure, who can just erect buildings out of nothing due to their earth chakra affinity, Kirigakure's builds are carefully planned and constructed and involve a lot of bureaucracy.

The architecture of Kirigakure is compromised of large, cylindrical buildings which have vegetation growing on their roofs. This is a fantastic way to emulate the shape of the mountains surrounding the village, which makes it hard to spot, all hidden in the thick wades of fog. The residence of the mizukage is the widest and overall largest building of them all. It serves as both the home and the office of the mizukage, the Oi nin headquarters are also located in the same building.

Other important buildings of Kirigakure include the Kiri hospital, the Kiri academy and the Kiri waste management facility.

The Kiri hospital

As previously established, Kirigakure offers free healthcare for everybody, even lower castes. The kiri hospital is a tall, sky-scaper- like building which looks similar to the other buildings. Medic ninja are trained here, however their pay is very sparse. They are provided with housing and basic food rations and their salary is just enough to be able to afford eating out once a month. Members of lower castes often have to wait long waiting times to finally get an appointment with the only way of cutting it short being a 'voluntary' member of Kirigakure's experimental treatment program, where, as the name implies, experimental drugs and other therapies are tested.

The Kiri academy

As opposed to other villages, genin, chunin, jonin and anbu are all trained in the same building, which is the Kirigakure academy. Since the government has enrolled policies to encourage its citizens to eat and drink healthy, genin are handed out sauerkraut juice and lunch boxes for free, others are expected to pay.

The Kiri waste management facility

Kirigakure is a very clean village with a nationwide reclycling system. Inside the waste management facility, reusables are autoclaved and redelivered to the businesses that need them. Biodegragable waste is sorted by its biodegradation speed and then composted or used to produce natural gas. Due to its advances in scientific research, Kiri scientists have developed microorganisms that can slowly degrade many organic materials, including plastic. This is a highly controlled process, which is why the Kiri waste management facility is almost as well locked and protected as the Oi nin headquarters.

The Kiri waste management facility and the Kiri hospital both also serve as Kirigakure's main research facilities where biochemical, medical and general scientific research are conducted. Its advantages in research paired with the authoritarian nature of the goverment have proven to be an advantage in the face of catastrophes, such as endemic outbreaks of pathogens or natural desasters.

Aside from these buildings, there are other buildings important to the Kiri infrastructure, such as a thermal power plant on the outskirts of the village.

Other important places in Kirigakure

Big restaurants are a rarity in Kirigakure since most people can't really afford to eat out. Most of the time it's a small family owned business with a specialization in one dish or two. Cultural sites aren't found often either, since many ethnicities and cultures have been wiped out due to the ongoing political unrest in Kirigakure. The only remnants of clan culture in Kirigakure come from high ranking castes, such as the Hozuki and the Hoshigaki clan. The remaining places where people can meet up are Kiri's luscious parks and the public bathhouse. It is a place to meet and talk with all your friends, as Kiri bathhouses are traditionally unisex.

Dear anon, I really hope this is what you were looking for when making your request. As I said, finding fitting pictures really wasn't easy. If you have any more questions, feel free to make another request!

That's all, folks!

[olis-inkwell-symposium]

Unapologetically Messy: The Process Behind a Creative Mind

Some words of encourage I had to write out during my lunch break at work today; for my fellow writers 🫶🏾

Let’s not pretend that writing is some serene, candle-lit experience where the words just flow effortlessly. It’s not. Writing is messy.

Frustrating at the very best times. To continue with more: chaotic, it’s unpredictable, and if we’re being honest, mine is mostly fueled by insomnia and last-minute panic.

Forget the cheesy Instagram-worthy images of perfect notebooks and tranquil mornings with a laptop by the window—that’s the fantasy.

The reality is far more complex and unapologetically messy.

Creativity Doesn’t Follow Rules

We like to think there’s a formula for creativity. Sit down at a certain time, write for a certain number of hours, and voilà, you’ve got yourself a novel. But creativity doesn’t follow rules, and it definitely doesn’t give a damn about your carefully planned schedule.

One of the most freeing realizations for any creative is understanding that the process isn’t supposed to be linear. It’s not a straight path from point A to point B. It’s more like a series of tangled threads, with detours, dead ends, and plenty of wrong turns. And that’s okay. In fact, that’s where the real magic happens.

The best ideas often come when you least expect them—during a 3 a.m. insomnia-fueled brainstorming session, or while you’re out doing something completely unrelated to writing.

You can’t force creativity into a neat little box. It’s messy by nature, and the more you lean into that, the more you’ll realize that the chaos is part of what makes it all work.

The Ugly Side of Writing

Let’s talk about the ugly parts of writing that no one likes to admit. The moments when you reread your draft and wonder who the hell wrote it because it sure doesn’t sound like the brilliant idea you had in your head.

Or the days when you spend hours editing a single paragraph, only to decide it’s still not good enough. Writing is hard—and sometimes it feels downright impossible…

But those ugly moments? They’re part of the process. No writer escapes them.

We all have drafts that make us cringe, scenes that feel flat, or characters who refuse to behave the way we envisioned them. The key is to keep going, even when it feels like everything is falling apart.

You don’t get to the good stuff without wading through the muck first. The messy, imperfect draft is the foundation on which you’ll build something better.

So, embrace it. Embrace the chaos, the frustration, and the uncertainty, because that’s what writing is really about—working through the mess to find the magic on the other side.

The Pressure of Perfectionism

Perfectionism is my unique creativity killer. It’s that voice in your head that says, “This isn’t good enough,” or “You’ll never get this right.” My personal favorite that I repeat to myself all the time, “Who’s gonna even care enough to read all of this?”

It’s the reason so many writers stare at the blank page for hours, paralyzed by the fear of writing something that isn’t perfect. One of the things that sabotages me to this day, I’d rather write these words of encouragement vs. tackling my wips… But here’s the truth: your first draft doesn’t have to be perfect. It will never be perfect! I had to learn to just let my ideas pour out of me in whatever fashion necessary.

Taking a break and coming back to read it over again it’s easier for me to refine and organize my ideas into one cohesive plot.

The whole point of a first draft is to get the ideas down, to lay the groundwork. It’s going to be messy. It’s going to have plot holes, awkward sentences, and scenes that don’t quite work. That’s normal. That’s what a first draft is supposed to be.

The real work happens in the revision process, when you can take that messy draft and start shaping it into something better. But you can’t revise a blank page. You have to be willing to let yourself write badly, to make mistakes, and to trust that the process will lead you to where you need to go.

Finding Your Flow in the Chaos

For a lot of writers, for me personally anyway, there’s this constant push and pull between wanting structure and needing freedom.

We want the discipline to sit down and write every day, but we also crave the space to let our ideas flow naturally. Finding a balance between the two is tricky, and honestly, it’s different for everyone.

Some days, structure is what saves you. You sit down at the same time, with the same routine, and it works.

Other days, you need to follow the chaos, write when the mood strikes, and let the process be as unpredictable as it wants to be. Neither way is wrong—it’s about finding what works for you in the moment.

The key is to let go of the pressure to have it all figured out. Your process doesn’t have to look like anyone else’s. It doesn’t even have to look the same every day. What matters is that you keep showing up, keep writing, and keep trusting that the mess is part of the journey.

Embrace the Mess

So, here’s the takeaway: the creative process is messy. It’s full of ups and downs, false starts, and moments of self-doubt. But it’s also full of discovery, unexpected breakthroughs, and moments of pure magic.

The mess isn’t something to be ashamed of—it’s something to embrace.

You don’t have to have it all figured out. You don’t have to follow a strict routine, or write neatly within the lines.

Let the process be what it is—unpredictable, chaotic, and unapologetically messy. Because that’s where the real creativity lives.

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[sciderman]

i will say one thing the first deadpool movie did for me was it was the first time i ever saw a traumatized superhero actually act like a traumatized person. in the mcu, they’re always so stiff, but wade is just so emotional, and it was just so validating to actually see that on screen.

granted, i’m not the most emotional person, but whenever i was going through tough shit in highschool, i wanted to scream, punch, and kick shit, so it was just nice to see that i wasn’t the only one who reacted that way.

i do love that wade wilson is one of those characters where the entire point of him is that he's ugly - in kind of every definition of the word. that's the entire point! it's something that you can't and shouldn't take away from him, because he'll stop being wade wilson if you do. he is a messy boy!! i love a messy boy!!

i do think the mcu has such a character problem in that - especially now, their characters are so devoid of actual character that they're literally interchangeable. they'll all make the same quips and it really doesn't matter who's delivering them. everyone is, like, morally noble but lighthearted enough to make a jokey jokey every 12 seconds to lighten the mood and keep the audience from falling asleep i guess. no hero is really allowed to be "wrong" narratively, even when they do make mistakes, they can't be criticised by the narrative. just - the mcu really just has a bad problem with characters. they're really bad at it.

i think the x-men movies in general do a whole lot better - i think because innately the concept of "heroism" isn't like. the be-all-end-all of the x-men movies. the x-men movies kind of deal more with morally grey characters who kind of are just trying to exist in a world that treats them unfairly. the mcu, conversely, is about insanely powerful people who probably shouldn't have that power, who literally constantly have the fate of the universe like, in their hands, and they're consistently like, bad at handling it. (so basically, the x-men movies are about an oppressed class, and the mcu is about, like, ineffective politicians.)

i really, really worry about wade's transition into the mcu - i really, really feel like, with all this stuff about the tva and stuff that they're literally going to wipe all of wade's character away and make it another "fate of the universe" stories where the protagonist is literally interchangeable with any of marvel's massive rotating cast of "well-intentioned wise-crackers you can slap on a lunch-box" characters.

[nancypullen]

Riquewihr and Kaysersberg

Today was utterly lovely. Strasbourg is snug up against the French/German border and the mix of cultures is obvious everywhere. We decided to rent a car at the train station and journey a bit south where Switzerland gets involved. We picked up the keys (they gave us a BMW suv for the price of a compact!) and drove through more beautiful countryside.

Aha! JUst what we were looking for- Riquewihr! The enchanting village that inspired Beauty and the Beast. We drove through vineyard after vineyard and found our way to the magical spot.

Cobblestones, medieval buildings, and old wells and fountains down every street.

The Alsace region is home to a large population of storks. The legend of storks bringing babies started here. Children who want a baby brother or sister leave a sugar cube on their windowsill hoping to lure a baby-carrying stork. So there are stork souvenirs everywhere, and as sweet as the legend is, I don't need stork hot pads, magnets, coffee cups, or statues. BUT, another symbol that appears everywhere that i just love is...

hearts! They're all over the place. These late blooming geraniums on the front of a crackled 15th century building are accompanied by a trio of sweet hearts.

Window boxes, shutters, curtains, fences - even cookies and pastries were heart-shaped. It put a smile on my face.

After a few hours wandering around beautiful Riquewihr we decided to ease on down the road. Again, over the river and through the vineyards we go. Pardon my photography, these were taken through the windshield.

This time we were looking for Kaysersberg, and we found it! I liked it even more than Riquewihr.

We roamed and roamed, eventually stopping for a late lunch.

I had a delicious quiche and a salad. The mister chose another tarte flambe. He's hooked.

After satisfying our tummies, we continued to explore and uncover more information about Kaysersberg. "The name is German for Emperor's Mountain. The high fortress that dominates the town serves as a reminder of both its strategic importance and its warlike past." The town was first mentioned in 1227, when Frederick II, Holy Roman Emperor purchased the castle and began to refortify it. During the Middle Ages, Kaysersberg prospered. In 1648, the city became a part of France, although most inhabitants continued to speak German. From 1871 to 1918 (and again from 1940 to 1944) Kaysersberg belonged to Germany. It's now part of France again and lucky for us, still so very beautiful. Before we turned the car back toward Strasbourg we decided to gather the ingredients for a yummy charcuterie dinner in our apartment. We scored cheese and sausage in this shop.

Nuts and sweets in here,

and even found a bag of delicious local grapes. Oh my, what a feast we had tonight! Is there anything better after a long day than snacking in your pajamas? Anyway, that's it from me tonight. I should have given you a bit more info on Riquewihr, and I'll probably do a bit of a summary of this trip when we get home. But I'm pooped and I took wayyyy too many pictures to wade through tonight. Tomorrow is a light schedule. We'll get up whenever we get up, walk to train station and hop on a train going to Colmar. We've read good things and would like to see it for ourselves. It's a quick 30 minute train ride which leaves us the bulk of the day to wander. Trains between Colmar and Strasbourg run all day so we can return as we please. Isn't that a nice, hassle-free day? Exactly what a vacation should be. Until tomorrow, dear pals. Stay safe, stay well. XOXO, Nancy

[jamie-todd-red-knight]

*he drops off her hello kitty lunch box, today it has two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, two mini doughnuts, some cut up bits of watermelon and mango and pineapple and some cheese and crackers in the four compartments, and her sparkly rainbow dash bottle full of water beside it, inside there's a note written in craton

Hey Jamsie,

We still gotta watch mlp sometime!

I think you'd like it, and you remind me of all the elements of harmony

I hope I'm a good enough adoptive dad,

And I'll always try my best for my girls

Love, your ever struggling girldad <3

Theres six terribly drawn crayon ponies at the bottom of the note*

Aww thanks... I should probably apologize for yesterday...

[athenasparrow]

No. 20 - Old | Jily Micro March

Thank you for the prompt @jilymicrofics 😘

Summary: In which Euphemia isn't the only one in the family who can incite shenanigans : )

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WhatsApp Chat

Private : Lily Evans, Kingsley Shaklebolt

Kingsley Shacklebolt : So how did it go?

And I need to know immediately bc not sure what to buy...

Ice cream to cheer you up?

A bottle of wine to drown your sorrows?

Boxing gloves to kick some ass?

Lily Evans : Can I choose all of them?

Kingsley Shacklebolt: That bad?

Lily Evans : And worse : (

You should be lucky you found a nice man.

They’re all gone.

Not a single good one left!

Two bottles of wine?

Kingsley Shacklebolt: I did snag a good one ; )

There are still a few out there Lils! We will find you one.

Two bottles? Easy peasy lemon squeezy

Lily Evans: Doubt it

Yes two, to fix my current state: stressed, depressed lemon zest 

Or simply wallow in it.

Haven’t decided yet.

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WhatsApp Chat

Private: Lily Evans, Alice Longbottom

Alice Longbottom : Hi Darling!

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I told him to wave to his godmother, but apparently pesky motor function isn’t happening yet.

Lily Evans: You don’t know how much you just brightened my day! Look at those chubby cheeks!

Don’t insult my godsons motor skills - he’s only three months old.

He’s got the best motor skills ever. Give him big kisses.

Alice Longbottom: Why does your day need brightening? Are you alright?

There’s a reason you’re his favourite.

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Oh look, that sort of looks like a wave

Lily Evans : Nothing to worry about, just another bad date

King is coming over late to help me wade through the “grief”

He’s bringing lots of wine.

I’m fine really, this dating life is just getting quite old, you know?

I might just take a break from it all.

That’s totally a wave Xxxxxxx

Alice Longbottom: Oh you poor thing : (

That sounds amazing, I am jealous of you Lily!

Eh I feel that, but once the right one comes around it won’t feel so tedious, I promise x

Want to come over this weekend and see Neville?

Lily Evans: You better be right Al!

You know I do.

I’ll bring lunch : )

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WhatsApp Chat

Private: Petunia Dursley, Lily Evans

Petunia Dursley: <attachment>

Please choose a gift from my list for my birthday

Don’t use red wrapping paper, it’s hideous

Lily Evans : Red paper coming right up See you Saturday Tuney.

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WhatsApp Group Chat

Members: Kingsley Shacklebolt, Blake Rathborne, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin

Remus Lupin: Does anyone happen to have an extra wallet with their stuff from last night?

Blake Rathborne: Nope, nothing here sorry

Didn’t think you’d leave your wallet in your pocket Remus.

Gay clubs get a bit handsy

Sirius Black: Remus loves it when I get handsy with him ; )

Remus Lupin: That is irrelevant since it wasn’t, in fact, my wallet

James’ is missing.

Kingsley Shacklebolt: Well that makes more sense.

Straight men, honestly.

Sirius Black: LOL

Remus Lupin: ????

I’m going to assume nobody knows about it then??

I’ll email lost and found at the club on the off chances it turns up.

And break the news to James that he’ll have to cancel his credit cards.

Kingsley Shacklebolt: Posh bastard.

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WhatsApp Chat

Private: Sirius Black, Kingsley Shacklebolt

Kingsley Shacklebolt: Did you post it?

Sirius Black: Yup Did it this morning

Should arrive over the weekend

Can’t give Remus time to get suspicious

WhatsApp Group Chat

Members: Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, James Potter

Sirius Black: Rise and shine sleepy heads

Good news Prongs, found your wallet

James Potter: After all that shit you gave me last night you have it?

Remus Lupin: That’s great. I’ll call the club when they open and tell them to ignore my email

Sirius Black: Found, not have

Club has posted it to you

Remus Lupin: A club we live fifteen minutes away from has posted us something?

James Potter: lol yeah, I’ll just go grab it now

Sirius Black: dunno too late I think

Said they’d posted it

James Potter: Okay fine

But with my wallet gone, you’re buying me lunch Padfoot

Sirius Black: I’ll be there in 10

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WhatsApp Chat

Private: Lily Evans, unknown

Lily Evans: Hello! Realise this may seem a bit random, but I think someone just accidentally mailed me your wallet by mistake?

I hope this is the right phone number, but if it’s not and you know a “James Potter” could you send through his contact details please? - Lily

Unknown: Oh, hello Lily! Yes, I’m James. So sorry about that not sure how it happened.

I can come by and pick it up?

A relief to know where it is.

Unless you’re not comfortable with me coming

I can meet you somewhere

Or feel free to leave it on a bench or something

Hmm, that sounded like a drug deal

*Unknown number changed to James Potter

Lily Evans: You can come by, it’s fine

I’m sure we can manage without the drug deal

This is me <maps.google.com/droppedpin>

James Potter: But what if I’m a serial killer???

I’ve always wanted to be part of an illicit drug drop

I’m pretty sure my mum would murder me though

But might be a rather exhilarating experience 

I’m on my way

I am happy to meet on the street if you’re more comfortable!

Lily Evans: I’m pretty certain serial killers don’t announce themselves like that

And wouldn’t suggest public spaces for meetings

And lol, wouldn’t you be into killing men anyways?

Incase you didn’t know, I’m a woman,

Unless your sexuality has arisen from a deep-seeded hatred for women?

Exhilarating for a moment maybe, I’m sure the night spent in jail would bring the excitement right down.

Neighbours are moving today so just come on up. 

Apartment 526

James Potter: What? I’m lost now

Lily Evans: What??

James Potter: Why would I be into killing men or hate women?

I’m in your lobby

I’m coming up

Lily Evans: Because of the sexual aspect of serial killers?

You know? Because you’re gay you would kill men???

James Potter: I think there’s been a misunderstanding here

I’m not gay

Hold on I’m on your floor

Is it okay if I come to your door?

Cut for eventual smut

Lily frowned at her phone and moved to her entrance, grabbing the package from the console and heaving the door open.

She glanced to right to see a a very fit man with ruffled curly hair, black jeans and bright hazel eyes that danced behind his square glasses.

A very gorgeous man who was apparently not gay.

“Hi” she called “I’m just over here”

He threw a lopsided grin at her and started making his way over.

“I’m Lily” she said extending her hand and smiling at him when he reached her door.

“James. As you already know” he said grinning ruefully.

“Not gay James” Lily corrected him, biting her lip as a laugh bubbled out of her.

“Yes. Why did you think that?” James said, his brow furrowed “I’ve never been told I give off a gay vibe”

“You don’t” Lily said “but…well…look” she extended the postmarked package his wallet had arrived in.

“What?” he said glancing down at it.

“Well, the return address is a gay club” she said laughing “I’m sorry I made assumptions, but”

“Oh yeah right, of course” James said laughing awkwardly “nope, definitely straight, just there with my mates”

“It’s a fun club” Lily agreed “my friend Kingsley loves it. Used to go there every weekend when he was single”

“Kingsley Shacklebolt?” James asked suddenly.

“Yeah, that’s him!” Lily said smiling “I think he was there this last weekend with his boyfriend. Did you meet him?”

“Yeah, I’m Sirius Black’s brother”

“Oh I have heard about you. I suppose I just didn’t put the dots together” Lily said smiling at him. God, he was fit .

A clap of thunder alerted Lily to the fact that the sky had suddenly decided to open and her sofa was about to get drenched.

“Shit” she cursed running to yank the window closed.

It was easier when a second pair of joined, helping her move the old window back to latch closed.

Lily felt her breath hitch as she registreed the hot press of his body against hers.

He seemed to realise he was flush against her.

“Sorry” he said hastily, stepping back to create distance between them.

Lily suddenly felt overwhelmingly hot even though the cool thunderstorm had blown in a draft.

Her eyes flicked over his soft lips where his tongue darted out nervously. Lily had the sudden urge to taste him. She pulled her gaze away to meet his own, only to notice it was darker than when they’d last locked eyes.

Fuck.

Lily wasn’t even aware she’d moved, but her mind came back into her body at the sizzling feel his lips left on hers. 

He was delicious.

She fought the moan he pulled out of her, before giving in when his warm hand slipped under her shirt.

“Shit, you sound amazing” James murmured.

Lily lost herself in his lips until his hand traced a questioning circle around her thigh and she became aware enough of her surroundings that she realised they’d migrated to the couch.

As she pleaded with him to touch her, a faraway thought crossed her mind.

Perhaps dating wasn’t getting old after all.

[hannahssimblr]

Chapter Twenty-Nine (Part 2)

“Mad,” Izzy is saying, “Where does the time go, really? How is it the end of August already? The year just flies by, doesn’t it?”

“You sound like an old person when you say things like that,” I point out as I spray down my desk with multi purpose cleaner. 

“When you’re my age you’ll get it. One day I was twenty two and then I blinked and I was twenty seven. It will happen to you too.”

“I’m sure it will,” I flip quickly through a paint water stained notebook of old sketches and then decide to chuck it into the bin, “Or maybe not, maybe I’ll be young and sexy forever.”

“Right.”

Simon comes up the stairs carrying his lunch, “Oh, you’re still here,” He deadpans, and I grin at him, “Not moved out yet, Simon, sorry to disappoint.”

“Yeah I was hoping you’d be gone, never to darken this door again by the time I got back from Subway.”

“Nah, you’ll miss me.”

He laughs, “I will.”

“We’ll all miss you,” Izzy said, “You’ve been the most perfect addition to our little team here, I don’t want to think about how it’s going to be without you.”

“Messier,” I say, looking at Gabriel’s desk space, tidy now, but not for long, “and without a desperate intern to get your stupidly specific coffee orders.”

“Ugh! Devastating,” She throws her arms around me in a tight hug, “Simon, can’t we keep her?”

“No,” He smiles and leans back against his desk, “I wish we could, but NCAD awaits, right Evie?”

“Mm.”

“But I will say that you’ll be missed, not just by us but by our clients. You’ve made some important people very happy this year, and I have to give you props for that. There’s a lot of things we really couldn’t have done without you.”

“It’s this creative brain,” Izzy declares, knocking on my head. “She’s a genius. We should crack her skull open to figure out the mystery.”

“If you ever want a job, Evie, you know where to come,” says Simon, “Like, no hesitation, there’s a desk for you at Mezzotint, I’d give you a job right now if you wanted it. Or a glowing reference for anybody else who wants you.”

“Though they might have to fight Simon for you,” Izzy grins. 

“Thank you, I’ll… Yeah like I’ll think about it. I’m not totally sure what I want to do yet, you know, whether I’ll go back to college or not. There’s a lot of things to mull over.” Izzy lets me go and I continue putting my things into a cardboard box. “Like, maybe I’ll hit you up for a reference, I don’t know.”

“I’ll give you one either way,” He shrugs, “Tell them to call me any day and I’ll chew their ear off about how badly they need you.”

“But you wouldn’t work anywhere but Mezzotint,” Izzy says, “You’re too loyal for that.”

I laugh, “Yeah, maybe.”

“Nah, maybe she has bigger plans,” says Simon, “Better things to do than illustrate a few birthday cards and draw signs, right Evie?”

“Well, we’ll see,” I say cryptically, “You never know what I might be thinking of next…”

Izzy cackles, “I love it, so mysterious. Well, reach for the stars, girl, you could succeed at anything you wanted to. I swear to God, fuck NCAD, you don’t need them.”

“I’ll tell them you said that.”

“Five years and you’ll be on the cover of some artsy magazine, and we’ll all read it and be mad jealous of you.”

“Yeah, but don’t forget where you came from,” Simon grins. “You’re a Mezzotint girl first.”

Time moves slowly in the liminal space between finishing my internship and going back to college. It’s like wading through syrup, the same feeling at that strange, timeless week between Christmas and New Year’s Eve, and I wonder what I ever did with my free time when I had it before. 

Jude stays over every night in order to save me from the strange terror of my empty apartment, as well as himself from the equally strange terror of his empty home now that his family have taken to the beach house for the last weeks of summer. I start to get a taste of what it might be like to actually live with him one day. He cooks every meal and I do all the laundry. It’s an easy rhythm we fall into, but besides those minor responsibilities we mostly lounge around pretending we’ve forgotten about our exercise regimes and fucking indiscriminately on every surface of the house. It’s fine, some day soon I’ll have a new housemate and we won’t be able to do this. We’re just taking advantage of the situation.

It’s comforting to turn around and see him there, watching TV while I read a book in the kitchen, shaving his face while I shower, cooking eggs in the morning with the radio playing when I come downstairs hungry. 

“Wow, you’re perfect, aren’t you?” I say as I wrap my arms around his bare torso and plant a kiss between his shoulder blades. 

“I’m just giving you a taste of the good life. Look at all you could have.”

I laugh and pinch a crispy rasher from the plate beside him, “Mm, yeah, the ‘if I drop out of college and move to another continent’ life.”

“All I keep saying is that you wouldn’t regret it.”

“Is that what this is all about, then?” I tease, “You’re on your best behaviour so that you can manipulate me, right? And then as soon as you have me in your dastardly clutches you’ll try to turn me into a Born-Again Christian wife who cooks and cleans and-”

“Yes,” he whirls around to circle my waist with one arm and kiss me, “That’s what I’m doing, I actually fucking hate cooking, this is just part of my plan to ensnare you.”

I gasp, “I can’t believe it, it’s all been a ruse! All of the sex and the sweet talk, you’re going to take it all away from me.”

He scoffs, “No, c’mon, not the sex, not even the evil version of myself would want to give that up.”

“I didn’t think so.”

“Now that you’ve brought it up, do you feel like it now?” He keeps one hand on the frying pan while he boldly slides the other down the back of my pyjama shorts, “I can hold the eggs for a few minutes.”

I laugh, “No, sorry, I need food now.”

He gasps, “Offended.”

“It’s Friday, remember?”

He nuzzles into my cheek and gently bites my earlobe, “No I’ve no clue what day it is anymore, they’ve all just blended together.”

“Well it is,” I grab his cheeks with one hand, “I have therapy at eleven.”

“Oh! I forgot, well, eat, quick,” He passes me a plate and starts loading it up with eggs and toast and then gives me a cup of black coffee that’s so strong that I have to assume he made it for himself before deciding I needed it first. “You should ask Helen what she thinks about Los Angeles,” he says. 

“I assume she thinks what everyone else thinks: That it’s overpriced and a haven for violent crime.”

He snorts, “You know what I mean.”

“Yeah, I’ll talk to her about it. Maybe she’ll have something wise to say.”

“As is her job.”

I split the yolk of my egg thoughtfully, “Did the movie studio give you a time limit to make a decision about the internship?”

“I told them I needed to think it over, but, um,” he clears his throat, “ideally I’d be able to give them an answer by Monday, you know?”

“I know,” it’s a bit hard to swallow my food all of a sudden, “just, Monday is soon.”

“Yeah. I suppose I just don’t want them to risk taking the offer away.”

“And London?”

“Nothing again today, so I mean, unless they give me some crumbs early next week, I…” he trails off. 

“I’ll see what Helen says,” I decide, and he cooks for himself while I finish my breakfast

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[discotenny]

It would be enough

A moment from high school. Elias Bolkiah x player/reader ~ Slight angst ~ Thank you for 700 downloads on Wait! You can't love me!

For updates on the game, check out the devlog!

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Elias doesn't expect you to accept his feelings, as he was pretty sure you never saw him as anything other than a friend. And with your graduation coming soon- he was sure you two would drift apart due to distance, time, and everything in between.

But he just desperately, desperately needed you to know how he felt. It didn't matter if confessing would make things weird between you, he didn't care anymore- he couldn't take the silent suffering under yearning for his best friend.

Being in high school meant he was pretty strapped for spending money. And if he had the funds, he certainly would've purchased the ingredients to make more homemade, special chocolates for you. At the very least, he bought your favorite flavor.

Going up to your locker before lunch was nerve racking. He hid the gaudy heart box behind his back, frowning as he saw you wade off a girl trying to get your affection.

The sight compounded with the amount of overflowing confession letters from your locker made his stomach queasy.

But even before the girl left your eyes caught his- your's lighting up as his presence was made known to you. When the attempted suitor finally leaves he waves you over with a smile. "Hey, Elias!" You cheer, "How was your day? Did you want any chocolate? I think my parents would be pretty pissed if I came home with so much..."

"Oh it was good, I guess..." He wants to stop himself from speaking- to force himself to bare the brunt and confess his feelings to his best friend- but he can't help the fact that it was so, so easy to fall into conversation with you. To forget all about his troubles and just focus on you, all of you. "I don't know if you saw me struggle during our science test today..."

Conversation continues as naturally as it always does, and he loses himself in forgetting the importance of your initial meeting.

Elias's posture begins to relax as your presence naturally coaxes his own comfortability. The arm hiding the chocolates slackens and you catch sight of the red heart in his hold.

"Hey, did someone confess to you today?" He wants to ignore the way your eyes light up in excitement at the prospect. You point towards the box in his hand and he wants to ignore the way your lips stretch into a grin. In all of his wanting to ignore he suddenly remembers is original intentions.

A blush comes to his cheeks and he considers brushing it off with a joke. You're smiling, giddy at the idea of someone confessing to him. You start to ramble teasings of him ignoring you for his partner and lighthearted banter at the idea that anyone would like him to begin with, all mixed with genuine excitement at the possibility of him finding love.

It hurts that you're so happy with the idea of him being with someone other than you.

It hurts enough to wane him off from confessing.

And so he bites his tongue, stopping the wave of affections he desperately, desperately wants to spill out.

"Oh my goodness, if I get a partner we can all go on a double date! We can go to the cafe I study at a lot, I get free entrees sometimes because they feel bad for me-"

"Pfffff-"

"What's so funny?"

"They give you free stuff cause you study there a lot? Oh my goodness, that's so sad- PFFFF-"

"Oh shut up! It's not sad, it's a nice gesture!"

"Your face is a nice gesture!"

"That's not even a good comeback! And you never told me who confessed to you," The half pout half smirk you give him is absolutely adorable and he has to stop himself from getting carried away with his teasing.

"Oh this thing?" Elias holds up the box with a roll of his eyes. "It's nothing, some guy just left it on my desk and ran. Didn't even see his face. I bet it tastes like ass anyways."

"Are you kidding me? That's my favorite flavor! If you aren't gonna eat it, give it to me!"

"Trade for a trade! Give me some of your's before you take my only one."

"I was gonna give you some either way, let's sort them outside since people are already leaving." With your signature smile punctuating your statement, Elias pauses, just admiring your presence as you beam at him.

Suddenly, he slaps a hand on your shoulder and runs towards the exit, "Race ya!"

"Hey! Wait up!"

His confession could wait another day. For when he wasn't terrified of losing what you two had. For when he was sure you'd be able to find it in you to love him more than a friend. For when he actually had money to buy you something more than cheap chocolate from the drug store.

For now, this was enough.

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Wuh oh!

[earth90214]

Peterfel Baby hcs 🫶

Felicia has the worst cravings of all time, which often results in Peter swinging around the city desperately looking for what she wants. She asked him for a sandwich from a food truck that switched routes from Manhattan to Jersey City four years ago, which was a little hard explaining to Kamala when she asked why he was in Jersey looking for one specific food truck.

Alternatively, Peter has a very concerning taste in food, so he’s eaten the lunch Felicia’s made for herself on more than one occasion. He’s always apologetic, but Felicia will refuse to speak to him until he’s made it again exactly as it was.

Both Jessicas (Drew and Jones-Cage) inspect Peter and Felicia’s house for them to determine if it is super-baby proof. Peter writes down every suggestion they have and thanks them profusely.

Wade gives Peter the most heartfelt Dad speech of all time, which does NOT result in Peter tearing up, thank you very much. Peter swears him to secrecy, but always calls Wade for advice when he needs it or just wants a little reassurance.

Miles is by far the most excited (and anxious) about the baby’s arrival. He even invests in a pair of rubber kitchen gloves so he can hold the baby without accidentally stinging them, despite Peter reminding him that he has very good control of his powers.

Peter and Johnny build a brand-new Spider-Buggy with child safety features, a baby car seat, and a “baby on board sticker”.

All of Peter and Felicia’s friends give them old baby clothes (Harry and Liz, Jess and Carol, Jessica and Luke, etc) so Felicia has Bruno clear out one of her old storage lockers to put the clothes she keeps (because so many of them are hideous and something she’d never let her kid be caught dead in).

Peter’s a hovering photographer dad. He’s constantly pulling his cameras and phone out to take pictures , so much so that Felicia asks him to tone it down because at this point the baby has seen more of the camera lens than Peter’s face and god forbid they imprint on it or something.

Gwen and MJ are absolute doters and spoilers. Peter’s lost count of the amount of boxes that show up on his front door or Gwen and Mj themselves show up unannounced just to sit on the couch and hold the baby. Felicia appreciates the breaks when they offer to babysit, though.

Bruno plays bodyguard when Felicia takes the baby out to run errands. A big, angry looking man standing next to a tiny designer strollers does pretty good to ward off would-be cradle robbers.

Bruno and Johnny are locked in a “number one uncle” competition, completely unaware that the winner of said spot is Wade.

Matt can’t actually be around the baby for that long because its overstimulating, but he still enjoys listening to Peter describing all their firsts.

Cindy isn’t confident in her ability to safely interact with kids, and things are still a little awkward with Felicia considering their last fight, but when another world-ending catastrophe hits and Fel calls her asking for an emergency babysitter she steps up and does a fantastic job.

Peter and Felicia have a strict “no baby on the ceiling/walls rule” when the other Spider-People come over because they have no idea if the baby will end up with powers. These powers reveal themselves later of course, when the baby climbs Logan and then proceeds to nearly claw his eyes out (thank god for that healing factor).

[kokorowoutsu]

-- RP: @skullboneandunown

skullboneandunown:

"Sometimes I forget that Atlas is hundreds of years old. Poor guy has seen some shit. He still hasn't told me a lot about his younger years, and I'm not gonna pry." He smirks at Ashe. "...What? Don't give me that look, you do that exact same thing, Grandcrest." The Professor chuckles, and leads them all from the library, and towards one of the teacher's lounges. "We'll eat here, if that's fine with all of you. I'll let my staff know so they can bring lunch to us. I don't want to overwhelm you all with the cafeteria." Donovan nods, although he would've preferred the office. "Probably the better option. It can get pretty loud there." After a few minutes, a man comes in, pushing a silver cart with their meals on it. The man looked rough, somewhat resembling a burn victim, and was wearing a toupe with a chef's hat. "Hey howdy hey! Today's special: Meatloaf, with rice and garlic roasted potatoes, courtesy of one Wade Wilson! They had me on kitchen duty today, so I'm bringin' meals to folks." He sets their food and drinks down for everyone, tea for the adults, and a couple of juice boxes for Willow. He pats Donnie on the back before bowing, and walking out the room backwards. "I'm also here for a bit of foreshadowing. The big guy upstairs has plans for ol' Wade!" Donovan stares at Wade with a look of confusion. "....Who..Who are you talking to?"

Once everyone was seated, pokemon settled, Willow held her Gengar plush tight and found herself drifting off as Leon asked a bit more about his origins from Galar -- after all, Leon had grown up there himself and what made him want to come to Unova of all places. However... such conversation halted as the meatloaf guy came about and...

.... well it had Ashe snickering like a child. She liked this guy's attitude -- and appearances aside, she had a feeling he and her would get along justttt fine. However, while Leon also gives a nod of his head to the man, Willow can't help but... stare, and for a minute, she's confused by what's wrong with him and what he's saying but its his burns that have her asking;

"Mis'er -- w'it! D'd a f're pok'm'n h'rt y'u? Mama! Lucky c'n use He'l Pul'e rig't?"

It was abrupt and had her parents staring at her as well as Lucky and Bahamut. She had always been sensitive, but she never said much about it until now.

"Sunshine..." Ashe's expression faded into something of a bit somber but understanding as she reached out a hand to gently pet her head. "N'!" Willow brought her mother's hand away from her head and got up, running over to Wade and staring up at him. "Y'u'e hu't! C'n we h'lp?" The girl had her parents silent and honestly, Ashe wasn't sure what to do but Leon got to his feet and approached his daughter carefully, giving her a few moments to get a response from Wade if he so chose.