#i'll heat up some lasagna

[noellellelle]

you dont see brave writing like this in tv shows anymore

[melancholymetropolis]

“Lord have mercy,” the plump woman clenched the couch cushion tighter. “Logan. . . Please. . .”

Seated on the floor between her separated thighs and bunched up sundress was a man pulling her panties to the side. The wolverine’s hot mouth fanned the moist folds of her glistening cunt causing the woman to shiver. His deep brown eyes flickered up to hers, a question in his gaze. The woman took her bottom lip between her teeth and gave the older gentleman a slow nod. Every rational thought had drifted away the moment Logan captured her lips in a heated kiss.

To think it all started with a pyrex dish filled with homemade lasagna.

As a woman born and raised in North Carolina, Y/N L/N knew a thing or two about Southern Hospitality. She has distinct memories of her mom baking muffins for the new families in the neighborhood and offering juice boxes to any child playing in the sweltering heat. She was early for every council meeting, funeral and church picnic there was. 

Y/N's mama was the kind to spread love everywhere she went and managed to wear down even the grumpiest assholes there ever were.

Sadly, Y/N didn't have that gift.

At least she thought she didn't.

Logan Howlet was the grumpiest man she'd ever met. He didn't speak to anyone, always kept his head down and pretended not to hear the crappy things people said about him. He frequented the liquor stor as if it were a second job, but never smelled like liquor somehow. 

He had all but slammed the door in Y/N’s face when she offered him the glass dish. The younger woman thanked the heavens his roommate, Wade, swooped in to rescue the tilting dish from crashing on the patio floor.

The man's dripping tongue slid from her oozing center to her aching bud. The plump woman groaned loudly from the action and leaned further onto the arm of the couch. With one leg thrown over his shoulder and the other attempting to keep her balance, Y/N realized how obscure the position— fuck it through whole situation was.

One minute she was at the door, dropping off Wade's monthly pan of lasagna and the next Logan was pushing her against the kitchen counters, kissing her silly. He didn't bother ripping her dress off completely. Just broke a few buttons to gain access to her heavy breasts. One of his hands was gently squeezing the mound as his tongue tapped at her bud. 

The soft muscle swirled around her clit before the lips latched onto it. The older man sucked on the bud tenderly, whilst gripping her thigh so tightly she was sure it would leave bruises the next day. The sounds coming from her lips didn't feel light her own as the ripples of pleasure moved along her nerves like dancers. The plump woman took her bottom lip between her teeth as she watched his move against her womanhood. The salt and pepper hair atop his head nestled between her brown skin was something out of a dream. The sounds of his throaty groans as his sucked her cunt had turned her brain to goo and somehow made her even wetter.

"Take them off," Y/N said, suddenly. "My panties. They're getting in the way."

"Yes, Ma'am! Although, that will be a little hard to do considering Wolfy's posi--- oh shit! You absolutely weren't talking to me like at all," an annoying familiar voice sounds causing us to freeze in place. "But, I wish you would start to because I am about to bust just----"

"Either get the fuck out or come over here and put that mouth to use," Logan snapped, rising to his feet and staring pointedly at Wade. "Because I do not have the time for your bullshit today."

"I'll take option numero dos, Alex," the taller gentleman practically skipped to the couch. "If it is okay with the lady?"

"I'm. . . uh. . . I'm fine with it?"

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this scene has been stuck in my head since I seen the film last weekend.

fun fact: I used to be a MASSIVE Marvel fan before the pandemic and secretly wrote Steve Rogers fics.

if you want a full piece, comment or send an ask.

Been thinking of writing some throuple stories. Thoughts?

[cera-writes]

your gambit fics are so good you write him amazingly 💕 gambit or magneto x reader fluff pls?

Merci, mon ami! <3 For real though, thank you that is such a great compliment!! I'll definitely write for both requests! Erik x Reader will be in a separate post. But I do plan on writing for him <3 Pairing: Remy "Gambit" LeBeau x Reader Prompt: Remy shows the reader how to make his famous creole gumbo and a confession with lots of fluff ensues tags: sfw, fluff, and Remy just being his lovable ragin' Cajun self.

"Let ol' Gambit show you how it's done."

You were busy prepping supper in the kitchen of the mansion, taking over dinner duties that afternoon. Thing was though, that you couldn't quite figure out just what you wanted to make.

You'd pulled out every cookbook Professor Xavier had stored in the kitchen but nothing was quite to your liking.

You flipped through the pages, eyes scanning over every recipe on every page but nothing spoke to you. You really just didn't know what you specifically had the taste for.

You sighed, growing frustrated with your lack of a decision for picking something to eat.

"Geez, this should not be that hard," you scolded yourself. "Screw it. I'm just gonna pop a frozen lasagna in the oven."

You had just opened the freezer and pulled out the frozen food and closed the door when you nearly had a heart attack seeing Gambit standing on the other side.

You nearly dropped the frozen lasagna before Remy grabbed it out of your hands.

Gambit took one look at the monstrocity you were about to make before tossing it back into the cold tundra. He then made a disgusted face.

"Gambit know you ain't about to cook that, petite!"

You folded your arms over your chest raising a brow at him. "You have any better ideas?" You asked, daring him to give you his suggestions.

"As a matter of fact I do, chere. Let ol' Gambit show you how it's done."

You watched as he started pulling out different types of ingredients from the pantry and refrigerator.

"Help Gambit out darlin' and grab that big pot out from over there," he pointed to one of the bottom cabinets that held all the cookware.

You huffed before doing just that as he laid out all the ingredients on the counter.

"Gambit gonna show you how to make his famous gumbo."

You had no objections. "Be my guest, monsieur."

He grinned at the use of your French vocabulary.

"It may take a while to cook but this'll have everybody comin' back for seconds," he smirked, grabbing a knife from the cutlery set.

He then motioned for you to stand in front of him, guiding the knife into your hand as he helped you chop some of the ingredients up.

Your back was pressed flush to his chest and you could feel the warmth radiating off of him. It was no secret that the two of you had unspoken feelings towards each other. He always found ways to brush up against you or use some excuse to get close to you. Right now was no exception either.

"Just like that, chere..." Remy trailed off, helping you slice up the food and put it into the pot. He was so close to your ear that you felt his breath tickle the sensitive skin there. It made your heart rate quicken.

"You're doin' a mighty fine job of that," Gambit praised you, causing your cheeks to heat up. He then moved away, letting you catch your breath. He knew exactly how to rile you up. And it always seemed to work.

Soon, he had the pot boiling on the stove. "Now we let it simmer to perfection," he made a little chef's kiss motion, bringing his fingers to his lips. "But in the meantime, Gambit can find other ways to pass the time with you ma petite." He tossed you a playful wink.

His eyes then trailed over your frame, noticing what you were wearing. "Not gonna lie chere, you look delectable in an apron."

You rolled your eyes, not being able to hide your smile at his compliment. He was such a shameless flirt.

He moved closer to you again, wanting to just be near you. He loved your presence. You somehow always had a way of lighting up the room when you were around. He backed you up against the counter, placing his hands on either sides of you.

"You wanna know somethin' ma cherie?" His gaze lowered to yours, face just mere inches from kissing you. You swallowed hard, wondering what he was about to say.

"Gambit has, well, liked you for a while. And ain't referring to like in a friend sort of way. You do somethin to me and I need to show you what that means..."

He cupped a hand to your cheek, leaning in as his stubble brushed against the skin there. His lips melted into yours, causing sparks to fly in a figurative sense. You gasped softly, wrapping your arms around his neck, bringing him in closer to you.

Once you both finally pulled away for air, the pot had started boiling over.

"Merde!" Gambit cursed under his breath, reluctantly breaking away from you to tend to the food.

Once he got that settled, he immediately turned his attention back to you only to find you with your hands on your knees laughing at the whole situation. "What?" He smirked. "We almost let the food burn from makin' out."

"Exactly," you grinned, face flushed red with happiness and humor.

He couldn't help but sweep you off your feet this time as he sat you on the counter. He moved some stray hair from your face before he gazed into your eyes.

"I need to know if you feel the same for Gambit..." his voice was low and husky now and suddenly all seriousness returned back to your features as he trailed his thumb over your bottom lip.

"Do you even need to ask, Remy?"

You grabbed his shirt and crashed your lips into his this time. He kissed you back eagerly, until you both heard the sound of someone clearing their throat awkwardly.

You both turned to look and see Wolverine, Morph, Cyclops, and the rest of the X-Men standing at the entrance to the kitchen.

"Uh, It's dinner time. Or were we interrupting something else?" Cyclops raised a brow.

You both smiled sheepishly.

Remy scratched the back of his neck and smirked, "Dinner's ready," before giving you a wink as if to say we'll finish this later.

[peachiemilkytea]

Lockdown

Pt 1 , Pt 2

Summary: After the Department of Temporal Phenomena had released tapes instructing everybody to go into isolation in 1992. You sit alone at home sitting in loneliness and misery. But the unknown threat roams suspiciously close to you.

Paring: Alt!Gabriel x you

Warnings: paranoia, depression, isolation, religious themes, break-in, descriptions of injuries, use of Y/N, etc

WC: 3K

─── ˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚───

The tv plays with bright colors that can burn anybody's eyes. Figures of people in swimsuits with piña colada's and margaritas in their hands walked around. Sounds of annoying voices yelling at something pointless was the only thing filling up the silence in the house. I sit on my sofa with the remote in my hand, watching whatever came on the tv. This time it was some reality tv from other states.

Ever since the outbreak, Mandela county has gone on lockdown. The government released these tapes of alternates. Phenomenal creatures that come into peoples homes and use their mind against them. My dad always said it was the devils work. There's been cases about it in the news of people going missing and alternate reports. It's hard to sleep without a night light on. I can only imagine the police department being flooded with calls. There isn't much to do about the alternates since nobody knows how to get rid of them. The most recent tape the government handed out was the M.A.D tape. If you're M.A.D then you're too late.

It been lonely being in isolation, I had to pick up my high school dipolma through the parking lot's roundabout. I still have the yearbooks, prom pictures, folders of graded worksheets, and Polaroid pictures of what friends I had. It wasn't easy making friends in high school when your the priest's daughter. With everyone's mothers going to the church your dad owns to go on their knees and pray for God. Now I'm by myself. Sitting at home, watching girls fight over the guy in a tropical paradise.

Everyday is the same. Nothing ever changes. I feel like I'm sitting here waiting for my turn to die next. That scares me so much. Things never change on the outside, but I have changed internally. I am so lonely. I haven't talked to another person in months. Let alone been outside. Grocery shopping trips don't count. Sometimes I think I'm mute with how quiet I am. There's nobody there to talk to. I don't have my friends anymore. Everyday I wake up and stay in bed for seven hours. My teeth are becoming yellow cause I can't find the strength to take care of myself anymore. Every night, I stay up for hours tossing and turning. Every little thing makes me upset. If I drop a spoon and it gets dirty I break down in tears. I don't feel like myself anymore.

On the clock, It was ten thirty. Maybe I should eat. I did skip lunch. I didn't have the motivation to get up and make something. The fridge was too far away. It takes too much energy to make any food. Though I'll starve. I guess I'll have to get up. That's going to take awhile to do, it's so hard to move my body when I have no motivation to get up. come on come on come on.

I slowly get up from the couch, my legs feel like they can't hold my body up. Walking to the kitchen, I don't know what to make. A Tv dinner will do. I grabbed a Tv dinner with lasagna. I pull down the foil halfway, then put it inside the microwave. I get this uncomfortable feeling, but I don't know where it's coming from. I look around to find nothing. It feels like something is staring at me. I shrug it off and put the tv dinner inside the microwave. Hearing beeping coming from it. I'm getting kinda nervous now. It feels like something is off. I stared at the microwave hoping it would heat up faster. Waiting for it makes time feel slower.

There's tapping outside the window. It felt like it was all around me. I looked around, checking the windows. Nothing was there. I didn't see anything tapping. It could be a tree branch. Living next to the woods makes it hard to see things at night. Since there's no street lights it's pitch black. I go back to the microwave.. but the tapping got louder. It was coming from in front of me. The microwave beeped. I quickly pulled out my food and grabbed a fork out of the drawer. Fast walking out of the kitchen and back to the living room.

The relief soon flooding me, what was all that about? It would be stupid if I tried to investagate it. I don't want to get killed. I slowly ate my food listening to the pitchy voices coming from the screen. The guy didn't even look cute... he kind of looks like a monkey. Wiping the red sauce away from the corner of my mouth with my thumb. I didn't really have much of an appetite. Watching the waterfall come down into a lake as the girls danced around in their bikini's hoping to catch the attention of the guy. One of them went to go talk to him in private which made the others mad. One of them went crazy over it. Seeing all this water makes me need to pee.

I encourage myself to get up again, slowly lifting my limbs off of the couch. Walking down the dim lit hall, I feel better if all the lights are on but it's too much effort to go find the light switch. I open the door to the bathroom.

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The light floods the hallway when I open the door. Closing it with a click. As I'm walking away, a window near the bathroom is open. That's werid.. I could've sworn I've closed all of them. I pull the window down, clicking the lock at the top. what if something happened? Something could have come through that window. Am I in danger? Maybe I'm being too paranoid, everything is okay. It's my house.

I walked back to my living room, plopping down on my couch. This is getting boring, I grabbed the remote and changed the channel. hmm, horror? The last thing I need is to have my paranoia questioning everything. No. Action? Every super hero movie is all the same. No. Bible prayer session? ummm No. I already did that today. Oh! Sunday night's comedy! I could use a good laugh right now.

The Tv showed a guy with a microphone making jokes to an audience. I even pitched in a few laughs. He was creative. A few different comedians came out after every commercial break. I liked the lady who complained about her husband.  Her sarcasm was funny.

Huh? That's weird. The TV is flickering with a bunch of static coming from it. Maybe it's the wifi router? I got up to check behind the tv. Restarting it a couple of times, the static wasn't going away. If it's not the connection it must be the power. I need to check the circuit breaker. I grabbed a flashlight from the kitchen drawers, going to the basment door in the hallway. The basement is always scary. It is silent and dark down there.

I take a deep breath feeling fresh air come through me. I got this, it's just a quick trip. I open the door to be greated with pitch black. I don't want to do this... The flashlight clicks as it turns on. Every step I go down creaks. I'm afraid it might break from under me. Where is the circuit breaker? Oh, it's in front of me. I look at the switches and buttons. Maybe it will reset itself if I turn it off and back on again. I click the switch turning it off, then sliding it to the other side to turn it back on again. I hope that worked. Now to go back upstairs.

The basement door slammed close. Heavy muffled footsteps echoed through the basement. There's somebody in my house. I stiffened. What do I do? My anxiety pumped through my veins,  adrenaline went through my bones. Sweat made my hair stick to my forehead. I need to call the police and hide. I sneaked back upstairs. I don't know where the threat is.

I ran towards the hall closet, nimble enough to make little to no noise. I don't feel safe anymore. If I get up to my room and lock myself in there I should be safe, right? There's a phone by my bedside. The footsteps get louder, they come closer. I put a hand over my mouth to control my breathing. Please leave me alone.

A alternate, pitch black with a deformed human body walks slowly up to the closet door. It looks around. Don't open the door. Please don't open the door. It stays there for a minute, till it slowly walks away and into the kitchen. I quitely keep my steps light, with a flashlight sturdy in my hands. If I need to attack I will, but I'm afraid of getting close to it. I reach the top of the stairs. I'm almost there, my door is at the end of the hallway.

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Oh no. Turning my head over my shoulder. The thing was staring right at me. Without thinking, I ran. The air in my lungs became tight and light. The creature ran after me with inhuman speeds. It's stomps were enough to shake the whole house. My heart pumps out of my chest. My legs burn. I go into my room and slam the door in it's face. Locking the door immediately. It bangs and screams at the door. oh my god oh my god what did the government broadcast say? T.H.I.N.K.? I can't remember the principals!

I grab the ends of my dresser and push it in front of the door, grabbing whatever I could find and put it in front of my door. I yanked the phone off of the reciever and dialed 911.

"Hello? emergency services, how may we help you?"

"There's somebody in my house, it doesn't look human. Please help me. My name is (Y/n) (L/n), I live on Osprey street."

"I'm sorry, we do not get invovled with alternate cases. Please be safe and make it out alive." The emergency responder hung up the phone. What am I supposed to do now?!  I put the phone back down on the receiver. Then it started speaking to me through the door. It speaks of all my trauma, all my failures and embarassing moments that I didn't want to remember. I covered my ears and hid in my closet. It's watching me through the door.

"Come to Your refuge with joy for You shelter me against the attack of the devil. Protect me, O Lord, from the craftiness of the enemy, and save me from his evil plots. Cover me with Your presence when I feel weak so that he will flee from my presence. Amen." I feel myself whispered under my breath, clasping my hands togethers. Shutting my eyes. I let out my intentions into each and every word.

"Protect me, O'Lord. Protect me, O' Lord. Protect me, O'Lord. Protect me O'Lord!"

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The sun shined through the built in blinds on my closet door. How long has it been? The early morning? Ugh... That alternate still might be at my door. I haven't shut my eyes all night. There's muffled whispers of deceiption. I need to get out of here.

I open the door, my rooms scattered with mess. It looks like a natural disater happened in here. There are murmurs of manipulation getting louder. I'll be okay if I jump out the window. Then I need to run like hell. It's quick so I need to be quiet. I tip toe to my window sill. I gently open it and hang my legs out of it. Taking a deep breath, I jump.

The bushes crushed my fall, but my feet weren't placed right. I think I sprained my ankle. It hurts so much. It hurts with every movement. I need to get out of here. I need to go to the police. That's the only safe place I think off. I get up slowly. Sprinting down the side walk, my ankle hurts with every step. My hair flows behind me, my lungs gasp for air. There's tension in every bone in my body. I run, I run, I run. No matter how tired I get. I can't stop running. Please, please. I need to get there. I don't want to die.

There's people looking at me weridly from their cars, people walking down the sidewalks look at me fearful. I'm almost there. In the distance, I see the sign, Mandela County police deparment. I feel my body giving up on me. Air has become suffocating. I can't stop now I've come too far. I can't go back to my house. Everything is watching me. I run, I run, I run. Police officers eye me down in front of the building. I stop in front of the place. My legs give out from under me, it burns when I breath. My ribs cramp up and I feel it coming back up through my throat. I swallow the vomit back down.

A few officers come to my side, pressing their palms on my shoulders. Asking me questions I can't make out. The world has become blurry. The two police officers help me up and inside the building. I don't know where their taking me. It's too hard to see. I'm sitting on something soft. I blink a couple of times to focus my vision. Getting used to the light in the room.

"Hello? Miss? Can you hear me?"

"Ruth, she has a sprained ankle."

The officer looked at my ankle, moving it from side to side. It hurt so much. I wasn't even focused on the pain until now. He gently holds it. I wince with every touch. I can tell he's looking up at me worriedly.

"Wha.. what?" They loooked at me surprised but relieved. The other officer, Ruth I think. Left to go behind the desk, pulling out a first aid kit. She threw it to the other officer. He caught it and started working on my leg.

"Are you okay?" Ruth asks coming back with a notepad  and pencil. Her eyes showed so much. It was comforting. The gentleness of everything felt safe. Like I was no longer being watched.

"Barely.." I mumbled, my throat hoarse from running for my life back there. My lips felt so chapped, licking them might make them worse but it's a natural instinct.

"What happened?" The other officer tending to my ankle asked.

"I called earlier, something broke into my house. I barricaded myself in my room and hid in my closet till morning. I thought it would go away but it didn't. So I jumped out of my window and ran all the way here." I explained. They turned pale and tensed up.  Ruth reached for her gun.

"Ruth no." The other officer reached up and grabbed her arm.

"Thatcher, she could be one. She needs to be stablized." Ruth said sternly pointing her gun at me. I tensed up and gasped. Sweat went down the side of my face.

"She's not. Her injuries are heavy, if she was an alternate she would be able to heal them. She came here looking like hell." Thatcher tried to convince her. Oh, so that is his name.

"She could be faking all of that if she was an alternate, for all we know she's already dead and an alternate could be using her body." Ruth said, her trigger getting steady. Thatcher put his hand up saying "wait." He holds his hand up to me slowly, I move back afraid at what he's going to do next. His hand gets closer to me, I shut eyes looking away. My heart beats out of my chest. His fingers touch my pulse.

"she has a heartbeat, alternates don't have heartbeats." Thatcher confirms. I open one eye looking around. Ruth lowers her gun. I open both my eyes, blinking a couple of times to adjust to the room again.

"So everything you said is true?" Ruth asks gently. I nod slowly. I'm scared to say anything.

"Start from the beginning." Ruth ordered, pulling out her notepad and pencil again. Writting what I said before. Oh dear God protect me.

"I was at home making food, but something was tapping on my window. It was coming from in front of me. I thought it was a tree branch and I was freaking myself out. I spent some time eating and hanging around. Till I had to go to the bathroom. When I came out of there, the window was wide open. It was closed before I went to the bathroom. Then the tv was getting all staticky, it wasn't from the wifi router so I checked the circuit breaker in the basement. But when I reset the breaker, somebody slammed the basement door shut. I heard footsteps walking around my house. The nearest and safest phone was in my room, I sneaked back upstairs but it chased after me. I barricaded myself in my room and called the police but nobody came." I explained more of the story, stuttering and shaking. Flashbacks appeared in my mind, every fearful moment.

"And that's when you waited for it to leave but when it wouldn't you jumped out of your window and ran all the way here." Thatcher completed the story. I nodded profusely.

"You ran all the way here with a sprained ankle?" Ruth asked, I nodded again confirming that.

"I couldn't feel the pain cause of my adrenaline." I added on. Though it's splinted and wrapped up, it stll hurts like hell.

"You should stay here for awhile, to make sure the alternate in your house has left." Thatcher said getting up of the ground helping my leg up onto the couch. It felt better now that it was laying at an angle. He opened the mini fridge in the office and pulled out an ice pack, he gently put it on my ankle. I winced a bit at the sudden change in tempature.

"In the evening, officer Thatcher and I will escourt you to your house, We'll do a clean out search. You'll get home safely." Ruth said reassuringly, putting her hand on her hip with a smile.

"Thank you so much." I grinned at her, I can finally relax. I assume this is a shared office since there's two desks. They returned to their spots. I laid my head on the couch looking up the ceiling. It's okay now, you're safe. I tell myself,  I can get some sleep in. It's all going to be okay. My eyes flutter shut.

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"Hey, (Y/n) it's time to wake up." The nudging on my shoulder got more apparent. I slowly open my eyes, feeling groggily. I rub the sleep from my eyes. Oh, It's officer Thatcher. I sit up slowly.

"How long was I out for?" I asked. I look back down at my ankle. It looks kind of better. Less swollen, still hurts though.

"For about seven hours, you needed it though. Ruth and I are going to take you back home and check your house." Thatcher informed. I leaned over and took the icepack off. He held out his hand and I took it. Slowly getting up. I winced, the weight on my ankle was too much. I held my leg up like a hurt dog would hold up it's paw.

"Ready to go?" Ruth asked in the doorway holding her stuff. I nodded smiling softly. I don't want to go back home, but I can't stay at the police station forever. I dread going back. I don't think I feel safe there anymore. I limp to the car with Ruth helping me, she holds me up by my waist. I must be living every kid's dream, I get in the police car.

The sun goes down making all kinds of pinks, oranges, and yellows. It was hard to see from the barred up backseat window, but still enjoyable. The radio  played softly, some kind of 90's punk rock. It must be the radio station that Thatcher likes. The poles of streetlights pass by quickly, homes that are locked up are filled with light, There's few cars on the road of people coming home from work. It feels so.. human. That's reassuring to me. It reminds me in a way that I survived. I see my house in the distance.

"Is this it?" Ruth asks, looking at me in the review mirror. I nodded staring back at her. I don't want to go back. There's nothing awaiting me there but an alternate. She parked nearby my  driveway.

"Stay here, if we don't come back then drive back to the police station." Thatcher instructed. I nodded again looking up at him doe eyed. I gave him my house keys. They both got out of the car, I watched as they enter the house.

I waited for a few good minutes in the car. My anxiety rised higher and higher with every second they were in there. My leg bounced profuesly as bit my nails. I'm slowly losing control over myself. Soon enough I see Ruth coming out with Thatcher, she knocks on my door. I sloppily get out with a little help from her. Thatcher gave me back my house keys.

"The cost is clear, there's no alternate. But we can see you put up a good fight." Thatcher said looked at me grinning.

"You did one hell of a job with that bedroom door." Ruth snickered and helped me into my front door. The silence speaks volumes, I don't want to be here anymore.

"Hey, it's gonna be okay." Ruth says patting my shoulder gently. She helps me into the couch.

"We fixed up the bedroom a little to cut you some slack. If you ever need anything call us, and use the code word Delta. It's to know that you're the real you." Thatcher said smiling comfortingly. I feel a little better knowing I have a plan for next time. But I dread those words, next time. Like it won't end after this.

"Thank you so much for everything." I said trying to sound okay. My shoulders don't let down their guard.

They both bid me goodbye, I sit in a quiet house full of loneliness. I don't want to be here. It feels different without people here. I'm not going to bed tonight.

[lynetianya]

Unspoken Tears PT.1 [ Karina X Reader ]

Karina, an exhausted idol returning home from the relentless world of stardom, is met with a stressful and tumultuous mood. Y/N, tries to welcome her with warmth and care, but Karina's frustration takes over, leading to a heated argument.

GENRE: Angst → Fluff

TYPE: One Shot

Karina had just returned home from her exhausting job as an idol, her stress levels through the roof. The harsh glare of the paparazzi's cameras, the endless rehearsals, and the unrelenting pressure of the entertainment industry had left her drained. She was in a terrible mood, and it showed on her face. Her manager's constant demands echoed in her mind, and she couldn't shake the feeling that she was losing herself in the pursuit of stardom.

Y/N, who saw Karina's arrival, With a welcoming smile, Y/N rushed to greet Karina, but the sight of her disheveled appearance and troubled expression made them pause. "Hey, Karina," Y/N said gently, "how was your day?"

Karina, however, was in no mood for pleasantries. Karina responded curtly, not in the mood for small talk. "Long and terrible."

Y/N's smile faltered, but they pressed on, determined to make Karina's evening better. "I made your favorite dinner," they offered, "it's ready when you are."

Y/N, ever perceptive, realized that Karina had had a tough day and offered a meal. Y/N had prepared Karina's favorite dish, a homemade lasagna with a secret family recipe,

"I'm not hungry. I just want to sleep."

but Karina dismissed the offer with a brusque refusal, stating that she just wanted to sleep. Her emotions were escalating by the minute, and she couldn't control her temper.

Y/N's heart sank, but they tried to hide their disappointment. "Alright, dear. How about you take a warm shower before going to sleep?"

Karina's frustration boiled over. "Can't you see I'm not in the mood for this right now?" she snapped.

Y/N flinched at the sharpness of Karina's tone but tried to keep their composure. "I'm just trying to help. I thought that might make you feel better."

Karina's anger, however, was difficult to contain. "Well, it's not helping!" she retorted. "I just want to be left alone!"

Karina vented her frustration at Y/N for not understanding her. In a fit of anger, Karina stormed off to her room, slamming the door behind her, leaving Y/N nearly in tears.

Y/N sat alone in the kitchen, staring at the meal she had lovingly prepared for Karina. The hours of chopping vegetables, simmering the sauce, and layering the lasagna sheets felt like a waste now. Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes. Y/N wondered if you were a bad partner for not considering Karina's feelings. Y/N eventually fell asleep on the living room couch, not wanting to disturb Karina, whose room was silent.

The next day, as Karina woke up, she felt a deep sense of remorse for her harsh words and actions toward Y/N. She got up, looking for Y/N to apologize, but Y/N was nowhere to be found. In the kitchen, Karina noticed a beautifully set table with all her favorite dishes. Y/N had cooked everything with care, and the aroma filled the room.

As Karina examined the untouched dinner from the previous night, now in the trash bin, her guilt overwhelmed her. On the kitchen table, she found a small note that read, "Karina, I'm sorry for my behavior yesterday. I've prepared your favorite meal. Please eat. I love you. I'll be out for a while so you can have some time alone."

Reading Y/N's message, Karina's guilt intensified. She cried, regretting how she had treated Y/N the day before. She decided to eat the meal Y/N had prepared and waited for Y/N to return, but as hours passed, there was no sign of Y/N. Concern began to gnaw at Karina.

Suddenly, the phone rang. Karina answered it, and her world shattered. The caller informed her that Y/N had been involved in a hit-and-run accident and was in the hospital. Karina rushed to the hospital in shock.

Upon arriving at the hospital and speaking to the receptionist, Karina hurried to Y/N's room. Y/N's condition was grave, but the doctor explained that Y/N had miraculously passed the critical stage. Karina was overwhelmed with gratitude and thanked the doctor profusely.

Karina spent the entire day by Y/N's side at the hospital. Y/N didn't have close friends or family to visit, only Karina. A member of Karina's group visited upon hearing the news. Karina couldn't help but feel guilty for her actions the day before, seeing Y/N in such pain.

The next day, as Y/N woke up, Karina was by their side, relief and joy in her eyes. However, Y/N looked at her with confusion and asked.

"Who are you?"

[invisibleraven]

massaging their shoulders after a long day / sweet tarts

Carrie had just twisted herself out of warrior's pose when she heard the door open, and smiled despite herself.

"Hey doll!" Reggie called out, the sound of his heavy boots in the hall.

"In here!"

"Just gotta wash up first."

Carrie rolled up her yoga mat as she heard the sink turn on, traipsing to the powder room where Reggie was attempting to scrub the oil and grease from his hands. She wound her arms around his torso, perching on her tiptoes to kiss his jaw. "Hey sinta, good day?"

He hummed, towelling off before turning in her arms to give her a proper kiss. "Yeah, got to work on a sweet Mercedes and I made good progress on the Harley."

If you asked Carrie as a child, she would have never guessed she would end up with a mechanic. However, after one stormy night when her pretty pink Porsche broke down, Reggie was the one to give her a tow. He made the whole miserable experience a good one just by making her smile and laugh all while coming to her rescue. The rest had been history.

"How was your day?" Reggie asked, the two of them swaying together, grinning just from being close to each other.

"Meetings and planning mostly, but I also picked us up a lasagna for supper, should be done before too long," she replied. Carrie would never profess to be a great cook, but luckily Reggie didn't mind her making food from frozen or simple meals.

"Knew it smelled good in here," he replied, the two of them making their way to the kitchen. "I'll make us a salad?"

She nodded, grabbing the veggies from the fridge, but turned when she heard Reggie hiss. "You okay?"

He nodded, rotating his arm. "Yeah, shoulder is a bit tweaked from carrying around parts of the engine block I'm tinkering with. I'll put some heat on it later."

"You want me to rub it?" Carrie offered. '

"Doll I'm never gonna not want your hands on me," he replied with a wink.

Carrie scowled, but shooed him to a chair, and began digging her fingers into the muscles of his shoulders. "Oof, I've felt softer bricks."

Reggie chuckled. "Yeah, one drawback of doing physical labour, you get some tense muscles. You know you get stiff after dance practice too."

"I stretch before and after, so I'm nowhere near this bad," Carrie snarked back, pressing her thumb into a particularity bad knot, smirking when Reggie hissed and then moaned as it gave way. "Might be something to consider."

"I think the guys at the garage would give me crap if I start doing downward dog before I strip a muffler."

"I bet you five bucks half of them would join you if you asked," Carrie retorted. "I'll even come in and teach you."

"And have them ogle you in your yoga gear? Pass." He leaned back and grinned at her. "That's all for me."

"I wear this stuff when I go to my classes and runs you know."

"And I don't know how you deal with all those eyes on you because you are stunning."

"Even all sweaty and gross?"

"Especially then."

"You're a liar and I love you for it," she said, leaning down to kiss him. "Now, how's the shoulders?"

Reggie got up and moved himself around, Carrie appreciating the view as he flexed and stretched, his muscles on display in his thin tank.

"All good, thanks to you and your magic hands doll," Reggie replied.

Carrie was about to reply when the oven beeped. "Well how about you take your magic hands to make a salad and I'll get the garlic bread on the go so we can eat and see what else my hands can do after supper?"

Reggie gave a playful salute, dashing off to start on the salad, with Carrie on his heels to get the lasagna, looking forward to a quiet night in, and wondering if she could convince Reggie to reciprocate the massage later.

She was betting the odds would be in her favour.

[sentenceme-leni]

Thursday. Minimum 4 sentences.

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Belle's hand automatically reached for a pillow, and she giggled when it came up empty. Instead she snuggled closer to Gold and laid her head against his extended arm. "Maybe we should have moved this to the bed."

Gold turned at her with a mischievous look. "And miss the comforts of a new rug? I don't think so."

Belle had bought a few pieces of furniture online, hoping to give her old apartment a more modern feel.

If she couldn't bring herself to follow her other self's steps and just move to Gold's mansion, she could at least make a few changes.

Gold had been happy to be invited to dinner, though less thrilled when he understood that food would come after they rearranged her furniture to accommodate the new pieces.

"But my leg!" He had protested, heaving a resigned sigh when Belle had rolled her eyes at him.

Even if her common sense still rallied at the idea of magic, Belle only had to see her boyfriend walk unaided to believe that his wild stories were real.

Mainly she was glad for his regained freedom from the pain, of course. However, she couldn't help but be enthusiastic about the new flexibility.

It had so many... applications.

Hence their current position.

At some point, he had distracted her from some spell to resize her couch with a kiss. Other spells had followed, as Gold was too much of a perfectionist and Belle, at heart, liked the changes he made.

She still demanded to be distracted, of course. It was only fair.

The kisses had morphed into tender caresses, then less tender teasing, and by the time Belle had dragged him down by his tie, she was ready to throw the stubborn new cabinet out the window if only Gold kept kissing her.

"Thank you for helping," she told him now, giving him a quick kiss.

"Of course, sweetheart." He turned to her to pull a strand of hear behind her ear. Then he gave a playful smirk. "I would never miss dinner with you."

However, when Belle would have risen to heat up the lasagna, Gold tugged at her until she was back under him.

"What about dinner?"

His eyes twinkled.

"Oh, I'll serve myself."

And he started by kissing down her neck.

The End

02/05/24

[sporco-filth]

Superhero to Superslob - pt 3

two stories in one day wow

Honestly I would have just combined parts two and three but I wanted them separate.

Synopsis: Jupiter is now well and truly a slob and it doesn't look like he'll be going back anytime soon...

"Ugh…" Justin sighed, looking into the mirror. "What's happened to me?" It had been, what? two weeks? since his last fight with Corruptor and so he hadn't had any reason to wear his supersuit. But lately, Justin had been noticing some… unexpected changes. His pants had started to get a bit tight and his shirts were starting to rise up to reveal a mound of fat that had formed over his six pack. Now, he was standing in front of the mirror, in his supersuit, trying to see if the changes were really that noticeable. They were. Supersuits don't leave a lot to the imagination. He ran a hand along the curve of his belly, feeling the bulge beneath the thin, silky fabric of the supersuit. It wasn't a lot of fat, but for someone who took great pride in his fitness, it was a shock. And yet… for some reason, he didn't feel quite as disgusted with himself as he expected. He quickly pulled his hand away and shook his head. No, he needed to focus. Who'd ever heard of an overweight superhero?

He went to the kitchen and took in the slowly accumulating piles of empty take away boxes. He'd been developing an insatiable craving for all things salty, fatty and sweet. Plus, he was struggling to find the energy to put in the effort to cook proper meals, and buying take away or junk food was just so much easier. His stomach growled. I can start dieting tomorrow, he reasoned, going to the fridge. I mean, it's not like I'll get rid of this gut in a day, so what's one more or one less in the grand scheme of things? He pulled out a frozen lasagna from the freezer and grabbed a bottle of beer left out on the counter. With his superstrong teeth, he bit off the cap and spat it onto the floor where it joined other rubbish he'd let build up. Justin's motivation to clean had taken a nosedive lately, but focused on sating his hunger, he paid the mess no mind. He plopped down on the couch and, focusing on his frozen pasta, he used his heat vision to warm it up. Soon the scent of baked pasta and golden brown cheese wafted through the apartment. He went to take a sip of beer and frowned. "Gah, it's warm. I should've remembered to put it in the fridge." Justin inhaled and blew gently on the glass bottle, his freeze breath chilling it to the perfect temperature. He dub into his meal, enjoying the feeling of the greasy carbs as they settled in his stomach. He took a swig of beer to wash it down and let out a burp:

"BOOOOOAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRPPPP!"

Being a superhero, Justin's belches were naturally amplified. He chuckled to himself and patted his stomach. "I'll scare the neighbours if I'm not careful." He continued to shovel down lasagna, wiping his sauce-covered fingers on his supersuit and using his cape as a napkin. When he was done, he simply tossed the tray aside and lay down on the couch. His gut bloated with pasta and beer, Justin noticed the bottom of his belly peeking out from under his supersuit's top. "Boy, I really packed that away," he smiled. "I guess being a superhero means I've got supersized stomach capacity." He brushed his fingers along the slither of uncovered skin, feeling oddly proud of himself.

Meanwhile, at the junkyard, the Corruptor and Glob watched on their monitor. "It's working!" the Corruptor cheered. "Look at him! He's becoming a fat slob!" "This seems to be confirming my theory," Glob jotted down some notes. "You see, my preliminary tests had suggested the ray might have a mental effect on the victim." "A mental effect? I thought it just weakened Jupiter?" "Yes, but it also weakens his mental strength, his ability to resist temptation. It seems it's reducing his ability to make good judgements when one of the options gives instant gratification and the other requires hard work." "What does that mean for us?" Glob smirked. "I think it means pretty soon, he'll start to enjoy being a lazy slob so much that he won't be able to stop himself." She looked at the monitor and saw Justin reach out for a pack of lollies which he proceeded to pour down his gullet. "Maybe it's already too late for him… Shall we start the ambush soon?" "No, no…" the Corruptor said, rubbing his chin pensively as he watched Justin make a pig of himself. "I was impatient before, but watching what we've achieved, I wonder if perhaps we had the wrong tactic. It seems we might not even need to strike." "We won't?" The Corruptor grinned. "No. I think Jupiter might bring about his own demise all on his own…"

[foodandfolklore]

Kitchen Basics and Essentials

Earlier I made a quick list of Kitchen Witch Essentials, and planned to expand on it later. However, my list was made with the assumption that you have the basics to cook with. So, I figured I'd go over them to ensure we're all on the same page moving forward.

I am not a professionally trained chef. I'm just a Canadian home cook who's had an interest in cooking since young. Not everything I think is important, other home cooks will think is important. But I think we can agree on about 90% of what I list.

Utensils

Knives. Any list about Kitchen essentials, the Chef's knife will be right at the top. But you'll actually need 2, maybe 3 knives. The chef's knife, as mentioned, or just a main working knife. It's knife used for cutting up everything from meat to veggies to garnish. If you prefer to use a Chinese Cleaver, go for it. Your second knife you should have is a paring knife. Basically a small knife. It's good for more delicate work like eyeing potatoes, cutting up berries, stuff like that. Now most people will tell you, that's all the knives you really need, but I recommend one more. Particularly if you are going to get into bread making. A serrated knife like a bread knife. It is so hard to cut bread with a flat edge, because you end up squishing it. The serrated knife will cut crusty bread without issue.

Pots and Pans. I think it's fair to assume you have at least two pots and a pan or skillet. You can boil pasta and cook sauce at the same time with the option to fry an egg if you wanted to.

Cutting Board. Protect your surfaces and your knives and use your cutting board! I see you quickly chopping up veggies on a plate. Having multiple cutting boards can be quite useful for when you are preparing something like meat. I like to use a plastic cutting board to do most of my meat cutting on so it can be easily put in my dishwasher when done.

Vegetable Peeler. There's a lot of different kinds of peelers. Some are fancy, some can turn vegetables into noodles, some are electric; I'm just talking the basic hand held vegetable peeler. It does a lot without taking up much space.

Measuring Cups and Spoons. Super important to have if you're following directions from another recipe. As you get more experience, you'll find yourself measuring every ingredient less and less. But if you're baking, or trying something new, measure.

Mixing Bowl. Your cereal bowls are only going to get you so far. A mixing bowl can hold Salads, marinating meat, pancake batter- just not at the same time. If you enjoy baking, you will want more than one.

Baking Trays. Ideally two of these. Most known for cookies, but used for roasting all kinds of things in the oven. It's also good to put one in under the rack of something that drips while cooking. Lasagna is bad for this. Catching the falling food on a baking tray makes clean up way easier.

Appliances

Stove. Doesn't matter if it's gas, electric, induction; how many heating elements you have; I'm assuming you have a stove.

Oven. Since most stoves are built into an oven, I am going to assume you also have an oven. I know not every place is allowed to have one, but chances are if you're interested in Kitchen witchcraft, you have access to these things.

Microwave. These days, they are everywhere. Some apartments will be built with a kitchenet which has no stove, but definitely a microwave. These are super helpful, melting butter, defrosting ingredients, while being very safe.

Fridge/Freezer. The modern standard of food preservation. Every home that consumes perishables has at lest one; and it's not uncommon for a large family to have more than one fridge or freezer.

Also

Salt. If you're cooking, you're gunna need salt. Especially if you're going down the route of Kitchen Witchcraft. Not a lot; I got excited one time and bought like 5 different kinds of salt. I'll probably be dead before I use it all. You don't need a bunch or even fancy salts. Just get a box of salt; Kosher, Sea, Pink, whatever. Even the finely ground iodize salt will work.

Oven Mitts. Pulling stuff out of the oven is hot! Protect yourself from burns.

[xigrif]

Shout out to all my friends who put that 'I'll heat up some lasagna' pic on my dash this past week because I, a person who is never going to heat up some lasagna, now go through my days thinking 'I'll heat up some lasagna.' Could be a permanent change. I don't mind

[just-bible-musings]

Being a Christian isn't what you think it is. It's not about being "good." It's about being what God made you to be.

God created all of us in His image (Genesis 1:27). Since He made us, He's the one who knows what He made us to do, and if we try to do anything else, we'll just break ourselves.

Nay but, O man, who art thou that repliest against God? Shall the thing formed say to him that formed it, Why hast thou made me thus? Hath not the potter power over the clay, of the same lump to make one vessel unto honour, and another unto dishonour? Romans 9:20-21

Ok, so, "pottery" might be a little archaic, so I'll use another example:

If you want to make a lasagna, what kind of container would you use? Would you layer all the ingredients in a microwave bowl and stick it in the oven? Of course not! (And, if you've ever thought of trying it, take this as your warning: don't do it. You'll ruin the lasagna, the bowl, and probably the oven. And you'll never get the smell of melted plastic out of the house.) No, for a regular oven, you would use a glass or metal baking dish.

But let's say you wanted to make a microwave lasagna. Does microwave lasagna come in a metal pan? Nope! Cuz if you try to nuke metal, you'll blow up the microwave. Microwaveable dinners usually come in either cardboard or a very sturdy plastic that can take the heat of a microwave (I still don't recommend putting the plastic ones in the oven, tho).

Every person is different, and we react differently in different situations. Some situations make you melt like plastic, some make you blow up like nuked metal, and sometimes you're not a baking dish at all, you're a pizza pan and you can't hold very much at all.

I think that living a Christian life isn't about "being good." It's about being what God made us to be. Now, that being said, "good" is exactly what God did make us to be. HOWEVER, we cannot be "good" on our own. And this is what trips people up, because we want to think that we can figure out "good" on our own. And we can't. We can't see the future. We can't see into people's hearts. We can't know in advance whether our actions will help or hurt. Only God does.

I feel like I can't stress this enough: "sin" is not just "doing bad things." It's rejecting God, pushing Him away, and saying, "nope, I'm gonna figure this out on my own." Accepting Jesus is not about saying, "oh, I'm bad, so please make me good" (even though that's what most of us probably said when we first did accept Him). As you grow in Christ, you come to realize that accepting Jesus was about turning your life over to Him and letting Him turn you into the person you were supposed to be all along, whether you're made to be in the oven or the microwave, or whether you're made to make lasagna or pizza or brownies or whatever.

It's not about being "good"! It's about being who you are meant to be!

[witchblade]

"I'LL HEAT UP

SOME LASAGNA."

- Marie Schrader

[odeliba]

AAAAAA YAYYY IM UR FAVORITE MUTUAL (screaming and kicking my feet in the air)

honestly, 100% mikel bc, wtf, hes mikel- no explanation needed. not only as "fuck he's hot" but also as in "were going to get through this no matter what" type of husband yk?

also, I'm rn making myself dinner bc I'm hungry and I have this week off, so I'm heating up some lasagna and I think I'm going to head down later for a drink to my bar down the street. It's not too late and I'm off tomorrow so ig thats what I'll do.

and abt you living in America, it doesn't matter 😌 we virtually get together to watch all of nothing and sneak into the Emirates lmaoo

Mikel would be the BEST husband oh my god i need him so bad he's so hot and intelligent and sexy and talented and finest man alive and would be so caring and incredible and awesome oh my godddd

[ohkate]

🍂Weekly Tag Wednesday🍂 Thank you for the tag, @suzy-queued and @juliakayyy.

Name: Kate

Age: Old.

Favorite color: Dark green

What emoji best describes your current mood? I can't make emojis. I don't know, man. This might also give you an idea of why I don't wanna answer the age question.

What season is it where you are right now? Fall, thank God. I live in Massachusetts.

Were you up before or after the sun this morning? Before. And it's a showdown every day between me and the alarm.

Are you currently in possession of a pumpkin? No.

Do prefer to carve or paint your jack-o-lanterns? I've never done either of those things.

Do you have a favorite pumpkin-spice flavored treat? If so, what is it? I hate pumpkin flavored things with the heat of a nova.

What's your favorite season and what's your favorite pie that you associate with it? Fall. I'm not a sweets person at all. I'm a chunky gal so most people find it surprising. But for me it's more, like, sour cream and cheese and sauces and pasta. I get my sugar in the form of soda, which I drink way too much of. But I don't eat candy at all. I can't remember the last pie I ate. A person I work with was almost angry because I told him I'd never had a s'more. In the rare event I eat chocolate, I like a Mounds bar. I haven't had it in a while, but either that or a Krackle/Nestle Crunch.

We're having a pot-luck, what are you going to bring? I love cooking for people. So whatever I bring it will be an inappropriate amount. Probably pressed sandwiches that i made after smoking some kind of meat for 10 hours. Or maybe a lasagna with fresh pasta and homemade sauce. Maybe potstickers. Don't make me choose!

It's chilly outside and you need a hot drink in your hands, what are you drinking? I don't drink hot drinks. Even in the winter.

Will you be wearing a costume for Halloween? Is it ready? Nope.

Finally, what's something you've made or done recently that you're proud of? I'm really happy to have made the decision to finally move. I've lived in a horrible situation for 5 years now because the rent in this area is ridiculous and my rent is so good here that I've just been sucking it up. But I live on the second floor of a nightmare sandwich between the upstairs and downstairs neighbors. My building has literally been on the news (they make the Milkovich's look normal). Making the decision to move -even if I pay more and can't save much- is worth it. It feels like a weight I didn't know I had on me has been lifted. I'm looking forward to just having peace and quiet for the first time in a long while.

I'll tag the last few people to comment on my fanwork...

@gallawichsuperfan @crestfallercanyon @palepinkgoat @milkomisc @krystallouwho @sickness-health-all-that-shit @lingy910y

[cypr1anlatew00d]

I'll heat up some lasagna.

[aniandthesuns]

"I would love to stay but I also don't want to impose or burden you," he says softly, "Whatever you think is best, I'll do."

“Oh I don’t mind,” I shake my head a little, “I was honestly just going to heat up some lasagna.”