#AND I FORGOT TO GET TORTILLAS. FUCK.
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pie in the oven. unforch i am stupid n forgot to buy rosemary so my chicken plans r a wash so now i gotta figure out a last minute dinner so i don't just have apple pie for dinner
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going to jump off a bridge over……food
#I already feel like shit about the fact that I eat like garbage#but I’ve been meaning to make this damned ‘healthy’ salad for like 3 weeks and cannot for the life of me keep any of the ingredients viable#long enough to make the fucking thing#so today I had to run to the grocery to get tea and grabbed some ingredients#after work mind you#after I left I went ‘oh I forgot milk’#which I NEEDED#so I stopped aFUCKINGGAIN#at dollar store to get some#then after I left there I realized I forgot tortilla chips#went ‘fuck it I’ll make them at home’#get home#leap through the shower and get straight to work#I even remembered to get the chicken out of the freezer yesterday night#well guess what it’s still fucking frozen#so. forget that I guess#now the lettuce and corn and all the other ingredients are gonna fucking rot#my kitchen’s a fucking wreck#I have no time and no energy to clean any part of this damned apartment to do anything#I’m going to stop now before I go into the whole other thing but I am. done
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Food Log - Nov. 29, 2022
Breakfast - skipped
Lunch - 1/2 steak and arugula sandwich from panera (250 cal) + small salad w/ 1/2 boiled egg & green goddess dressing (132 cal) = total 382 cal
Dinner - 4.5 oz baked potato (120 cal) topped with 1/4 cup low fat cottage cheese (45 cal) + 1 tbsp plain hummus (35 cal) and 4.5 oz baby carrots (40 cal) = 240 cal
Total: 622 cal
Exercise: none yet (going to do this after my haircut tonight)
Water intake: 72 oz and counting
#im so proud of my water intake#even tho i forgot my water bottle i drank 64 oz while at work#i only need like 1 5 water bottles worth to hit my goal of 100 oz#also annoyed that my fitbit just synced and erased the steps ive done today#super fucking annoying#i feel okay about today#gonna take my lunch tomorrow so i dont get tempted to order out#i got some low cal spinach and herb tortillas and some mixed greens and im going to make a veggie wrap to take with me#maybe put some hummus and homemade ranch in it with greens and cucumber#food diary#safe foods#diary#thoughts#tw
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Okay, so I’m a fan of Brain Dead - these two overworked boys who need hugs, melatonin, and to sleep in a comfortable pillow fort while wrapped in soft blankets like burritos (bonus points if it’s actual tortilla-pattern blankets) - and I’m also a fan of petty revenge like -
Tim accidentally getting married to Ghost King Danny because Red Robin got captured and used as a sacrifice by a cult to summon the Ghost King to reign destruction but mishap someone forgot to read up on their runes so the “sacrifice” was actually a “sacrificial bride”, meaning magical contract between GK!Danny and Tim.
And Danny, when he gets summoned and realizes what happened, is like, nope. Takes down the cultists, does abscond with Red Robin just to explain the situation and how right now, the dude is his Queen Consort or co-king because magically enforced marriage at least they don’t have to copulate that would have been even worse. And Tim is just computer crashing as he gets an information dump on how one, there’s another realm that’s, two, filled with dead people who, three, is ruled by a guy his age and who, four, Tim is now married to because, five, cultists really need to do their hOMEWORK WHAT THE HELL -
And did I mention that the contract lets them know no secrets between them? So Danny knows who Tim is meaning he knows who the Batfam is but that’s okay since Tim knows who Danny is and oh wow that explains a lot about Jason now with the ecto-contamination by impure ectoplasm -
And Tim really doesn’t want to tell the Batfam what happened since he still has insecurities regarding his place in the family which isn’t helped by their treatment - and Danny is seething because him and Tim actually get along pretty well as friends and Tim has quickly worked his way into Danny’s Obsession of Protecc because Danny will always protect those he cares about and he doesn’t like how Tim gets treated especially when it came to learning about Tim’s missing spleen.
Now here’s the funny part of this AU - because of the marriage contract between Danny and Tim, Tim gets the perks of being Queen Consort/co-king in having power over ectoplasmic beings, so when Jason’s going in on Tim who has been stressed from the situation despite Danny and Tim’s new friends in Sam, Tucker, Valerie, Jazz, and Dani (and Dan if you want to include him) doing their best to help him destress which he greatly appreciates, is still operating on little to no sleep, AND just found out that somebody replaced his extra strong coffee with decaf, Jason who calls Tim “Replacement” one last time -
“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Tim snarled at Jason, his eyes glowing a scarily familiar green to the Batfam. Jason’s own eyes began to glow green in response, but instead of his feeling angry, the Pits encouraging him to hurt, Jason can feel the Pits actually COWERING back instead this time, and an incredible urge to not say another peep.
Meanwhile the rest of the Batfam is also freaking out because holy shit when did Tim take a dip in the Pits?!
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Bare Non-Essentials | ksy x reader
Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~1.4k
In the middle of the sexual health aisle, Soonyoung realizes exactly what your new IUD means.
Warnings: mention of IUD, fingering, condomless sex, creampie
Your sneakers squeak on the linoleum of the supermarket floor as you make your way back to the front of the store, Soonyoung’s hand warm in yours and your footsteps synced. You’ve made this journey a multitude of times, but it never gets any less annoying. How you both manage to forget the snacks for every movie night will always elude you.
It’s not too busy, at least, only a handful of people perusing the shelves, leaving most aisles clear for you and Soonyoung to traverse as you fill up the basket in his grip. You’ve decided to get enough for next week too, and though the bill will be a bit high, you won’t have to do this again.
“Oh, baby, wait,” Soonyoung gasps, coming to a stop just feet from the self checkout area. You hold back the whine, just wanting to be home and in your jammies and pressed up against him with some movie playing on the TV as you eat too many snacks and makeout during the boring parts.
“What?” You pout, swaying in place and inching toward the scanners.
“We forgot condoms,” He whispers the last word in your ear, beginning to tug you to the sexual health aisle. You let him, your feet moving on autopilot while he pulls you further and further from the exit.
“Soonyoung,” You try to get his attention, but he’s got a one track mind, his eyes roving over all of the family planning options before they land on his favorite. He plucks them off the shelf and throws them in the basket, trying and failing to cover them up with the tortilla chips.
“We don’t need those,” You say, removing the condoms from the basket and placing them back on the shelf.
“You don’t wanna have sex with me anymore?” Soonyoung turns to you, his eyes teary and his voice hushed. You watch him go through all seven stages of grief, fondness filling your chest as he reaches acceptance and nods, “I’ll just jerk off forever then, it’ll be fine.”
You won’t point out how he doesn’t sound even a little bit convinced, but you will assuage his worries. “Soonyoung, of course I still want to have sex with you. I do, like, all the time. And that’s why I got that IUD placed, remember? You were there, just a few days ago.”
Realization clears the storminess from his face, his eyes growing big and bright and his mouth dropping open. “You mean…”
You feel your lips stretch in an affectionate smile, your hand squeezing his as you finish his sentence. “I mean no condoms.”
He mouths the last two words, letting out a quiet and drawn out, “Oh my god.”
You can tell he’s imagining it, his pupils dilating and his ears reddening as he pictures fucking you bare for the first time. You’ve been together for two years now and have used condoms since the beginning, so this will be a new experience for you both and you’re excited to share it with him.
Soonyoung is excited too, but in a way that makes him jog back to the self-checkout area and scan the items at the speed of light. You don’t even get a chance to help with how fast he’s going, finding it easier to just step back and let him handle it. He finishes and pays in what feels like no time, taking your hand and the bags and pulling you through the parking lot to the car.
He zips home (safely) and parks, running around to your side of the car to open your door and nearly drag you out. You hold onto the grocery bags for dear life as he sprints ahead and unlocks the front door, beckoning you in with wanting eyes and frantic hands.
The groceries are taken from you and tossed to the side before Soonyoung walks you into the door, closing it with one hand and cupping your neck with the other. He draws you into a searing kiss, his lips pursing around your tongue to suck at it and his fingers sneaking under your top to unclasp your bra. Laughing into his mouth, you peel your shirt up and break away just long enough to get it over your head before shimmying your bra off.
Soonyoung’s hands gravitate to your breasts as soon as they’re freed, his thumbs brushing over your nipples and his fingers digging into the supple flesh. You sigh and melt into him, your arms wrapping around his neck to hold him close as he kisses all the thoughts right out of your head.
Well, all but one. Why isn’t he naked yet?
“Soonyoung, clothes off,” you gasp against his lips, your hands sliding from his shoulder to his chest so you can start shoving his shirt up.
“Right,” he breathes, raising his arms and letting you rid him of his top before turning his attention to the rest of his clothes. You undress in tense silence, your eyes roving over each other’s bodies as more and more skin is revealed.
When you push your underwear down, Soonyoung gasps and covers your hips with his hands, pulling you into his body so you can feel just how hard he is for you. He must be aching, his cock swollen and leaking against your stomach, a hushed, “Baby, please,” leaving his parted, plush lips.
You start to turn, his hands loosening their hold enough for you to spin around and place your own hands against the door.
“Like this?” You rest your cheek on the wood, arching your back and pushing your ass out to tease him. It’s a little mean of you, considering how worked up he already is, but you just can’t resist pushing him a teeny bit further. You love when he gets frenzied, when he gets desperate, and this is the best way to make that happen.
Just as you expected, he whines behind you and palms your ass, spreading your cheeks apart so he can see how wet you are for him. And you are wet, soaking, actually, the cold air against your hot, glistening cunt making you shiver. His fingers warm you up fast enough, the digits dipping inside your entrance to spread you open for his cock.
You don’t need much prep, not after thinking about this the whole way home, your walls swallowing around his fingers as he slides them in with ease. He knows you like to feel a little stretch still so he doesn’t go for a third, just pulls his fingers out and replaces them with his cock.
“Fuck, you’re so hot around me, baby, so wet, shit,” Soonyoung cries out, his head dropping to lay on your shoulder, like he can’t hold it up himself anymore.
You whine as he bottoms out, his dick hard and throbbing and so so so perfect inside of you. He doesn’t give you any time to adjust, and you don’t need it, your cunt molding to his cock and trying to suck him back in as soon as he leaves. He fucks you against the front door of the house you share, his hips slapping against your ass with every thrust, making the door rattle on its hinges.
Soonyoung hasn’t fucked you this hard in a while, and you feel yourself melt against the wood as you slip into a relaxed, floaty state. His hands tilt your hips up and you arch further to accommodate him, his dick suddenly hitting so deep, it takes your breath away. You’re getting close already, your cunt wrapping tighter around his dick as gasping moans leave your open mouth.
He won’t stop talking about how you feel around him, and each word sends you higher.
“Gonna fuck you like this every. Goddamned. Day.”
“Love when you squeeze me like that, fuck.”
“Shit, I can feel you getting wetter.”
He shifts a hand from your hip to your clit, rubbing quick, sloppy circles until your legs start to tremble and you cum around him with a cry, your undulating walls bringing him over the edge with you.
You’ve never let someone cum inside you before and the sensation is odd, new, but you think you like it. You like feeling the physical evidence of his desire spill out of him and into you, like feeling him fill you up, like the tears you can feel dripping off his eyelashes onto your back.
You like it all, and now that condoms are no longer part of your sex life, you have a feeling like will grow into love.
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#seventeen smut#soonyoung smut#soonyoung x you#soonyoung x reader#seventeen scenarios#seventeen imagines#seventeen fic#soonyoung fanfic#soonyoung fluff#soonyoung scenarios#hoshi x you#hoshi oneshot#hoshi smut#hoshi x reader
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Because of You
Steve’s not great at taking care of himself.
Everyone else, sure; he’ll bug them to hell and back about eating, about drinking water, about getting outside to see the sun. He’ll force vegetables down his kids’ throats if he has to.
But himself? He knows he’s not worth it. He knows he doesn’t need to take up that much space, that many resources. He gets by, eats when he needs to, drinks water if he remembers.
But he takes care of his people. And lately, his people has included one Eddie Munson.
“Hey, Eds,” he says, staring blankly at the wall as he cradles the phone to his ear.
“Hi, Steve. Everything okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, fine. Just wanted to check in, y’know? Make sure you’re doing alright.”
“Yeah, m’fine. How’re the kids?”
Steve chuckles. “The little shits are great. Driving me crazy, like always. Dustin claims he hates you because of whatever you pulled last Friday during the game.”
“Campaign, Steve.” He chuckles too. “Yeah, I was a little bit evil. It was a lot of fun. Henderson’s full of shit.”
“I know,” Steve answers. “We all do. He does. I think he gets his dramatics from you.”
Eddie gasps. Dramatically. “How dare,” he says, then immediately starts laughing when Steve does. “Hey, Steve?”
“Yeah, Eddie?”
He’s quiet now, serious. “How are you?”
Steve lets a quiet little chuckle slip out. “M’alright.”
“Just alright?”
Steve rolls his eyes. “I’m fine, Munson, c’mon, quit worrying.”
“You’re always taking care of everyone,” Eddie says, bold like he knows Steve won’t stop him. He’s right, but still. “But who takes care of you?”
“You’re right,” Steve deflects. “I do take care of everyone. Speaking of which, have you eaten today?”
Eddie doesn’t laugh. “Have you?”
“Eddie.”
“Steve.”
“No.” Hesitant, quiet.
“Will you?”
“I don’t know.”
“For me?” Parroting Steve’s tone. Hesitant, quiet.
“For you? I- Yeah. I might… need help.”
“That’s okay. Want me to come over?”
“I don’t- no. Just… over the phone?”
Eddie hums. “I can do that. What’re you in the mood for?”
Steve huffs a humorless laugh. “Nothing.”
“Not really gonna cut it here, babe.” They both ignore the slip. “Want choices?”
Steve sighs. “Dunno. Sure.”
“Do you have the energy for anything involving more than five steps?”
“I- guess? If I have to?”
“So that’s a no,” Eddie says, mostly to himself. “PB and J?”
Steve makes a face. “What am I, Dustin?”
“You’re about as stubborn as him right now, yeah, and he gets that from you.”
“Fuck you too.”
“Maybe later. PB and J? Yes or no?”
Steve sighs again. “Fine.”
“Okay, good. Which phone are you using?”
“The one in the kitchen.”
“Okay, good, so you can narrate to me what you’re doing.”
Steve sighs. “We really don’t have to do this-”
“Y’know, I kinda think we do. Up and attem, Stevie-boy, first things first is bread.”
Steve groans, but goes and gets the bread, narrating the rest of it without prompting. “And you?” He asks after his sandwich is made. “Have you eaten?”
“Uh… no.”
“Goddamn hypocrite.”
“I forgot! It’s not an energy thing, I literally just… forgot. That I need to eat.”
“Right, because that makes perfect sense.”
He imagines Eddie rolling his eyes. “It does in my head,” Eddie argues. “I’ll eat, I swear. I’ll do it right now if it’ll make you feel better.”
“Yeah,” Steve agrees quietly.
“Okay,” Eddie says, just as quietly. “Give me one second, I’m in my room, let me switch over to the one in the kitchen.”
“M’kay.”
A few seconds later Eddie’s back, panting slightly as he opens the fridge. “Okay. Shit, we need to go shopping. There’s not much to have in here. Uh… cheese? And tortillas? I could do a quesadilla?”
Steve snickers. “Who’re you, Mike?”
“Hey, fuck you, Harrington.”
“Maybe later,” Steve parrots.
He imagines Eddie rolling his eyes again. “Anyways. I’m just gonna think out loud while I cook, if you don’t mind, ‘cause there’s this one part of a song that I can’t quite nail down, right? I’ve got the melody and I’ve got most of the lyrics, and that’s what’s really giving me issues-”
Twenty minutes later he’s tossing the burnt quesadilla into the trash and hanging up to dial a pizza place. Steve laughs at him long after the line’s gone dead.
It keeps happening, is the thing. Steve asks if Eddie’s eaten, Eddie asks if Steve has, and they’ll eat over the phone together. One time, Steve changes the script. Says yes when Eddie asks if Steve wants him to come over. “Okay,” Eddie says. “I’ll be there in twenty.”
He arrives promptly when he said he would and proceeds to make himself at home in Steve’s kitchen, going through his fridge without a qualm. “Ooh, you’ve got rich people food, can I use it?” He holds up various vegetables as an example.
Steve snorts. “Sure.”
“M’kay. I’m gonna make stir fry, ‘cause I saw this recipe and have been dying to try it. Anything you don’t want?”
Steve shrugs. “‘M not really picky.”
Eddie cooks, and they eat, and Eddie makes Steve laugh five more times, even though he feels like shit, and Steve makes Eddie laugh too, and it feels more like an accomplishment than it should.
They keep flirting, too. They both know, and it’s not that they’re scared to say it, they just know it’s not time yet. Neither of them know when it will be time, but they both know they will know.
It confuses Steve if he thinks about it for longer than five seconds.
Then, one day, it comes to a head. Steve arrives at Eddie’s trailer, unannounced, eyes shining with something that has Eddie treading carefully. “Steve?”
“Eddie.” He swallows, looks around. “Am I interrupting anything?”
“Nah, you’re always welcome here. C’mon, let’s go sit on the couch, you look like you have something you want to say.”
Steve swallows again. “Yeah.”
“Okay.” Eddie sits, watches as Steve does the same. “What’s up?”
“I like you,” Steve blurts out. “I know you know I do, and I know you like me, and we both know that we both like each other, but I realized it’s… it’s something else, Eds, because I- I ate. And it was hard but I did it by pretending your voice was in my ear, telling me I could do it, reminding me of the next step, and it was just a sandwich but-” he looks away, swipes at his eyes. “I did it,” he whispers. “I did it for you. Because of you. And I don’t know what the fuck we’re doing, man, why we’re dancing around each other, but I don’t want to anymore.” He shakes his head, looks directly in Eddie’s eyes. “I wanted to say it, to lay it out, and let you do what you will. Because I trust you. I feel safe with you. I believe you’ll take care of me, because you’ve already proven you will.”
Eddie swallows, eyes glassy. “I forgot to eat,” he whispers, and Steve laughs.
“That’s okay. I’ll remind you.”
“And on the days neither of us have the energy?”
“We rock-paper-scissors for who calls the pizza place.”
Eddie laughs, then. “Okay,” he whispers. “Okay, Stevie.”
“Okay,” Steve agrees, and moves to lean into Eddie’s side.
They don’t kiss, not yet. They don’t need to. They both know. They get up a few minutes later, and Eddie finds something to eat, and Steve sits on the counter and teases Eddie with something akin to pure happiness shining in his eyes.
#steddie#steddie fic#stranger things#stranger things fic#st fic#steve harrington#eddie munson#they’re both awful at taking care of themselves#in different ways#Eddie is 9 million percent ADHD#and forgets food is a thing he himself needs as a person#Steve doesn’t bother half the time#the other half he doesn’t have the energy#Eddie does#Eddie has too much energy#it’s just enough for Steve#starambles
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Hell Ain't So Bad - Part Three
pairing: Noah Sebastian x ofc (Ellie)
warnings/tropes: slow burn, smut (eventually), angst, fluff, mentions of death, mentions of torture, thoughts of religious ideology, and swearing.
summary: Ellie is lost in the world. When the perfect opportunity falls into her lap, she doesn’t want to pass it up.. Turns out though, it might be a little bit stranger than she ever expected. Who would have thought that one day, she’d end up working in hell itself.. And what does this even mean?
author’s note: Unbetaed, readers beware.. my messages and asks are always open.
tags: @spicywhenspeaking Tags are opens for those interested.
Sleeping in the empty room of the agency offices was weird, mostly because she would have assumed that so many people would come in and out of a place like this, that why would they have such an empty room. Ellie had never been to an agency that had seemed so quiet like this before, and she wasn’t just talking at the damn crack of dawn when she was startled awake.
It took her a moment to realise why she woke up before she was uncurling her body from the lounge chair in the room that Steven had left her in last night along with some leftover sandwiches for dinner.
She wandered out to the foyer to find another man entirely, and he had a bright grin on his face,
“Oh, hello! You must be Ellie, the new recruit, sorry if I woke you, I’m a bit early but thought you could use something for breakfast before we head out.”
So he was here for her. That got her attention. Rubbing her eyes, she took a better look at him, he was clearly a bundle of energy, already almost bounding on the balls of his feet this early in the morning, a tray of coffees in one hand and a paper bag in the other,
“Come, let's eat.”
Shrugging one of his shoulders towards the chaired area for them to sit down.. She glanced back to the room she’d come from, before moving to follow him. It was just a small space. A couple chairs, a small table with a magazine that looked to be half falling apart. He set the tray and bag on the table over the magazine and took a couple of wraps out of the bag for them.
“Breakfast wraps, hope you don’t mind, how’d you sleep by the way? Those chairs can be a bit lumpy from what I remember.”
This guy was all smiles and such a bundle of energy.
“Oh-”
As she adjusted in the chair in the waiting area, this was actually more uncomfortable to her, and he asked her how she slept, Ellie realized then, that, well, she had slept, all night, she hadn’t woken up once, not to cough, not to wheeze, nothing. It had been a dream. Her chest didn’t feel heavy at all, that tea had done wonders. She really needed to ask Nicholas about that remedy of his mother’s. Would he really give her more?
Now though, she reached for her wrap, her stomach grumbling, it had been a long time since she’d gotten regular meals, if she wasn’t careful, her body would get used to it again.
“I ah, I slept fine, um…”
“Shit- I’m Folio.. Well, Nick, but considering you just met Nicholas, everyone just calls me Folio, less confusing.”
Nodding as he quickly took a bite of his own wrap and Ellie smiled, thankful for the explanation, not that she expected to see much more of Nicholas- wasn’t like the agency was the company she’d been hired for, right? However, if he wanted to be called Folio, then who was she to argue with him.
Biting into her breakfast wrap, fuck, she forgot how good real food could be. Th sandwiches were great and all, but this, however, bacon and eggs, was greasy goodness wrapped in a tortilla and, the way her stomach twisted a little, it had been so long without a full decent mean, she wondered if she wasn’t going to pay painfully for how well she was being fed.
At that thought, she also wondered if this food was going to come at a cost. Her eyes darted to the man who was munching happily on his own food without a care in the world, another voice cutting in, and it was Nicholas, just whom she’d been thinking she wouldn’t see again, coming out of nowhere, from the offices in the building.
“Don’t worry, he doesn’t want anything for it.”
It was almost as if he could tell what she was thinking, like it was written all over her face. What was he, a mind reader?
“Not a mind reader, just met more than a few people in your position, it’s alright.”
Sure.. not a mind reader, he just answers the question without being asked, that was really convincing Mr Ruffilo.
The answering amused chuckle didn’t help convince her one little bit when she took another bite of her breakfast burrito as she watched him walk across the foyer towards where they were seated and reach into the paper bag and pulled out another wrap along with lifting one of the coffees from the tray.
When he turned to go, he just just smiled softly to her,
“Good luck settling in Ellie, I’m sure Folio will get you there safe and sound. I’ll see you around.”
With a wink he disappeared back into the hall that led back to his office. That was.. curious.
Reaching for her own coffee, she was pulled from her thoughts about what was up with that man by Folio beside her,
“Maddening isn’t he? Anyway, he’s right, we’re good, technically I used his card to pay for it anyway-”
"I heard that!”
Ellie couldn’t barely manage not to choke on a mouthful of coffee at the frustrated shout that sounded from the offices when she tried not to laugh. Folio, however, did nothing short of roaring with laughter including the brightest grin on his face when he grabbed the tray from the table and what was left of the bag of their breakfast,
“Come on, let's blow this joint before he comes out and breathing fire and brimstone to scalp me.”
Not that he looked remotely worried about it at all despite his words, still, he ushered her out of the building towards the car they were taking on the way. It was fancy, not that she could tell you anything about the make, but definitely nothing she could ever afford in her life.. Then again, when had she been able to afford a car of any kind, ever. It looked all fancy, like when a rich person hires a driver to take them everywhere.
Was she supposed to sit in the back? Glancing between the doors as she shoved the last of her wrap into her mouth, not wanting to get any food anywhere inside a car like this, Folio was reaching for the drivers door though and scoffed before she looked to the back,
“Don’t you dare, Ellie, I need someone to talk to, I’ll go out of my mind sitting up the front alone.”
When she looked to him strangely, he set the coffee and food in side the car and rushed around the car, only as fast as his ball of energy hyped up on caffeine could, opening the other front door for her.
“Come onnnn, I know drivers usually kick peeps to the back, but come on, where’s the fun in that?”
Raising an eyebrow at him as she looked to him curious, he certainly was very hyper.
“How many coffees have you had this morning?”
Snorting, grinning at her cheekily as he answered.
“Just the one.”
Could have fooled her, who was this vibrant this early?
Ellie was convinced, Folio might just be able to talk underwater. They talked about everything on the drive, from music, to movies, to hobbies. His voice was actually soothing, soft spoken, but he had this energy about him, like a puppy that never stopped. Full of raw energy.
After they stopped for lunch at a diner, she couldn’t quite remember for the life of her where, Folio was doing a fantastic job of keeping her distracted of where they were on the road as they drove for hours, she found herself drifting off. It was just a bit of a nap. She swore it.
She closed her eyes. That was all.
Next thing she knew, she was jolting awake, and they were no longer driving, Folio was knocking on the window before opening her door.
“Come on, sleepy head, we’re here!”
It took her a moment, Ellie blinking herself awake, not surprising with how little sleep she’d been getting with how long she’d been sleeping on the streets, and even longer, jumping from place to place, stressing out trying to make ends meet before everything finally fell completely apart.
Somehow, that all ended today. At least for now, while she worked for this company. It was funny, she didn’t even know their name yet, or where she was
“Hey, Folio, where are we anyway?”
“Oh, oh, you mean Nicholas didn’t tell you?”
There was something about his amused little chuckle then, like he knew something she didn’t,
“Ellie, WELCOME TO HELL!”
What. The. Fuck.
Looking from Folio to the large cast iron gates that he was walking towards. The gates that seemed to be, wait…
She glanced around… the only way…
The space the car was parked in looked like a car park, for exactly one space, and stepping away from it, the further she walked, the car seemed to vanish, like now that it wasn’t needed, it was just, gone
What was happening?
Glancing back to the gate, with Folio standing in front of them, his bright grin on his face as he looked to her, waiting, waving her over,
“Cool huh? Come on, I’m sure your apartment is all ready for you and everything!”
As she walked towards the gates, glancing back towards the car once more, the car, the road behind them, all of it was almost completely gone..
Spinning around to stare at Folio, what the he- Shit. Shit shit shit.
Her steps quickened as she approached the gate, the cast irons bars opened on their own as they approached, creaking, as if they were old, ancient, it was creepy, menacing, and fuck, that was just-
Her thoughts disturbed by Folio chuckling again… she looked over at him before he waved towards the gate.
“Sorry sorry.”
Soon as he waved, the gate stopped making the noise and was perfectly silent and normal as it closed, the world beyond the gate looking normal once more, though, completely non-descript, like a long highway to nowhere.
“Where are we Folio, really?”
“I told you, we’re in Hell, let’s go.”
Ellie was in a state of shock, she had to be, what else could she be? Folio was still chattering away about the look on her face when he walked her up to an apartment building with yet another heavily tattooed man waiting for her out front.
Not that she was complaining, they were hot. It was almost a disappointment she probably wasn’t going to see Nicholas again. Despite what he’d said to her that morning… Would she see him again? The way Folio spoke of him too, they seemed to be well acquainted, it was interesting.
A lot of this didn’t entirely add up.
Maybe it would start making sense soon.
She’d consider asking Folio, but after the tricks at the gate, and the HELL stuff, she wasn’t sure he’d be straight with her.
Maybe this guy would be.
Now. Ellie didn’t know what expression was on her face when they approached him but he took one look at her and immediately an exasperated sigh escaped him as he glanced to the other man,
“Really, Folio? You break the new recruit on her first day?! She hasn’t even moved in you Rövhatt.”
Shaking his head, he glanced at her, Ellie looking at him, trying to get a feel for him, while like Nicholas he had long hair, his was flowing down around his shoulder instead of being tied back, and he had a bit of an accent to his words, she wasn’t quite sure she could place it yet.
“You alright, Sweetheart? He didn’t scare you, did he? I know he’s a bit of a handful sometimes, but he’s a puppy dog, really, doesn’t bite a lick.”
Levelling a half-hearted glare at Folio with a smirk,
“Shoo!”
And with that, the shorter man laughed, nudging Ellie slightly with his elbow,
“It was great meeting you, don’t be a stranger, us mortals gotta stick together around here!”
With that, and a playful wave of his hands like he was playing the drums and he’s just made the funniest joke in the world, earning an eye roll from the other man, and off he went.
Dividers by @saradika-graphics
#bad omens#noah sebastian#fanfiction#demon noah#bad omens cult#noah sebastian x ofc#original female character#ofc#nicholas ruffilo#nick folio#nick ruffilo#slow burn#hell au#bad omens band#bad omens au#alternate universe
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I seen this 3 weeks ago but I'm barely posting it because I forgot lol work got crazy
okay some immediate thoughts on The Menu (2022), I literally just got out of the theater so it's very fresh and jumbled in my mind. ⚠️some spoilers included⚠️
Definitely a slow start and requires paying attention to little details to really get a read on the individual characters but I really enjoyed that. It makes you uneasy throughout most of it
It could have used a little more gore/blood but honestly the kills that happened were so jarring and unexpected it made up for the lack of blood
my sister ( a person who went to culinary school), and I (a person who went to art school) both enjoyed the aesthetic of the movie very very much! especially the close ups of the individual courses and descriptions that went along with them. they were beautiful and an interesting way to break up scenes
the characters were all so well done in terms of making you not root for them lol. a group of stuck up, rich people who just right off the bat were people I knew I wouldn't like
that being said the casting was wonderful! everyone played their character so well!
Tyler was so annoying! He had hyperfixated vibes at first where it was very relatable that he was so obsessed with the restaurant and the chef and everything. But as the movie went on he treated Margot like shit for not being as interested even though he was fucking paying her!! like bro you just spent half of the beginning of this saying she was so cool and being cutesy with her and also oh yeah she's an escort so quit being a dick you had to pay her to be there!
I will say Tyler's death definitely hurt me in a weird way. Watching Slowik humiliate him in front of everyone and then say something so cruel that he goes to kill himself...oof.
Also Tyler knowing for 8 months about everything!!! fuck dude.
Lilian and Ted were so realistic in the way that food critics(or any high end critics)talk about the dishes put in front of them. They could never just enjoy something, they always had to find the negative, never could be pleased or satisfied because that doesn't make an interesting review
Margot standing up to Slowik and making him make her a cheeseburger because of his past was so beautiful. Her push back to him being both disrespectful and firm while also giving him back that memory of being a line cook at a burger place from his youth. Of reawakening that love of cooking in him for just a moment.
the overall theme of an artist losing their love for their craft not necessarily it being their fault but because of the community that surrounds that medium was very rough for me to watch as an artist. The art world(any form of art) is so full of classicism and the further you get, the more praise you receive, the more known you become, the harsher it is to you. Not for the sake of bettering you or the craft, no its often just a game of egos and money and fame. Slowik had started off a line cook with a love of what he was doing and then to please the community that surrounded him he changed, and the thing that he loved, that he cherished, it became a chore. a punishment.
Everyone had a reason to be there and I can't find any pity for them except maybe the workers in the kitchen.
the scene with the tortillas had me screaming!!! the exposure of the misdeeds was mwah!!!
Also the fact that no one really tried their hardest to get away was really interesting. they protested things happening to them, they screamed and yelled and tried to escape a few times but it never felt frantic, it never felt like they were desperate to live.
that ties into the way that they eventually accept their fate at the end. they know why they're all there and they know it's pointless to fight or scream about their status or offer money/fame/etc.
they also all in their own way had lost their way in life and the whole menu was designed to show them that as well as how they ruined Slowik's love of his art
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‘Caught In 🕸 Web’
Warnings; mentions of sex but nothing happens, kinda funny on some parts ngl.. enjoy :) oh and I have the translations for the Spanish words in parenthesis.
‘Connections N’ Suspicions’ 🔎
Chapter 2
Peter B.’s POV
Let’s do this- one last time. My name is Peter B. Parker, and I come from universe 616. I am a father of my precious little girl MayDay, Miles Morales’ mentor, and Miguel O’Hara’s best friend-
“Stop calling me your ‘best friend’ Peter. Everyone knows it’s the LEGO Spider-Man from Earth-13122.”
The grunting voice of Miguel spoke these words as he messed with the screens in front of him, I stood behind him unannounced- until now.
‘Well crap, excuse me Mr.Grumpy tortilla chip. Oh- That’s literally how he’s shaped by the way, broad shoulders and an itsy-bitsy spider waste.’
I rested my hands inside MayDay’s baby carrier strapped on me as I half apologized,
“My bad, my bad. Don’t body slam me now-“
“What do you want Peter? I didn’t call you in- where’s MayDay?”
I awed under my breath at Miguel asking for MayDay, I knew he had a special place for my kid, and I didn’t let it slip when I questioned,
“Aww do you miss MayDay?”
His shoulders suddenly tensed when his head turned to the side, showing my his frown and his oddly perfect side profile.
‘Like why does he look so good- why can’t my nose be shaped like his?-‘
“No. I just don’t want her crawling around and pressing a button that can get her somewhere else. Es peligroso.” (It’s dangerous)
I scoffed at his Spanish. But understood his English and what he meant.
“Nah don’t worry Miggy, she’s home with her mommy today. Something about her teething?”
For some reason his expression softened and he nodded. But I must remember, at some point he knew what it was like to have little kid. He then trudged towards me and was about to say something until Lyla appeared and bugged him with questions,
“Aren’t you going to tell him?”
Miguel’s mouth went shut but he held a scowl of annoyance as he responded,
“Que?” (What?)
“Well didn’t you have a plan that I and Jess suggested to you?”
The mechanical gears in his head could be seen working hard as he bit his lip and rested his hands on his hips. Lyla glitched and appeared in front of his face and pushed on,
“Come on! You remember. Be a big nice boy and-“
“I’m not a boy. Soy un hombre.” (I’m a man)
“Then say it!”
I couldn’t help but be seriously anxious now to know what was the big deal,
“Uh, excuse me, what’s this all about- woah!”
Lyla popped in front of my face as she beamed,
“Miguel wants you to on a mission with him to Earth-2055-“
“Lyla!! Ayy mierda. (Oh fuck) I could’ve said it- but thank you.”
‘What!? No way!!!’
I got all warm inside which demonstrated my excited as I gasped,
“No way!! No- Gosh that’s incredible! I have to tell-“
“No one. You tell absolutely no one, Peter. If not you can’t come-“
Waving my hands around I pleaded,
“No no no!! I’ll control myself, promise. Sooo… when do we go?”
Miguel straightened his back and sighed once he gave me a one over with his annoying reddish brown eyes,
“El es ridiculo (He is ridiculous)… Once you take off those slippers and that baby carrier, we can go. Vamos.”
‘Vamos? What’s that? Is that a bad word or a compliment? Maybe a compliment… I knew he was a softie-‘
“Vamos Peter!-“ (let’s go!)
“English Miguel!”
“Let’s go! Hurry up! There’s your English!”
“But which is it?-“
He then stood completely still, to which I mirrored as I heard him grunt lowly,
“Peter. Move.”
‘Crap… his eyes are getting redder.. yeah I should shut up and move.’
“Ok ok. My bad.”
Miguel pointed towards a corner to where he wanted me to leave my stuff, and where he had an extra pair of tennis shoes.
‘Oh! There they are! I guess I forgot them here when I took Jess’ slippers.’
Miguel had already opened the portal and muttered,
“Carry your shoes.”
The bright colors and hexagonal shapes of red to blue and orange and- basically all the cool attractive colors, shone around giving us the open way to move on, unto another universe no one (not even Miguel) has tired to enter, because it was perfect.
But I wonder why at this point, it wasn’t perfect all of a sudden? What about this perfect world, needed our troubled selves involved in it? Miguel seemed insistent about it, so it must be something heavy.
‘Hopefully this doesn’t turn to crap.’
Carla’s POV
“Sir please! I just begging you this one night for free! I did all your files- Peter even doubled check all your appointments and they’re in order. For what other reason could you possibly need me sir?”
I begged like a pathetic, almost on my knees ‘for once’ in front of my boss, hoping he’d give me the free night I needed today.
I promised my boyfriend that I’d go on a date with him tonight, and give him the entire moment he needed for me to make up for the past 2 dates I’ve missed.
Yes, it’s not like I missed 10, it was just 2 and he acted like he needed my attention and reassurance that I wanted this relationship to work. Which I did, at least I think I do. He’s nice most of the time, the sex was pretty good- maybe he sucked at aftercare because he’d be on his phone seconds after, but at least he’d stay the night anyways.
He usually came to night parties my boss threw that I had to host, Nelson stuck to my side like glue and made me feel protected but annoyed when I couldn’t talk to others.
But oddly enough I wasn’t allowed to go to his model parties and get-togethers he and his other fashion friends had. I guess that’s because I’d always have a terrible schedule and can barely make it, he wouldn’t want to be embarrassed with an ‘always late girlfriend’.
Anyways! Goodness I’m always getting off track- now I’m here as I had once mentioned, begging my boss for a free night.
“You don’t understand. It’s very important to me-“
“You know.. you’ve been pretty off lately.. Miss Ferrari.”
My boss ticked his pen between his teeth, after he commented my off behavior. Yes, I know I’ve been a little different lately… like hearing everyone’s voice out loud in my head including mine, or not fitting into my checkered skirts as easily anymore- oh and craziest of all, I caught a large man in my hands before he could fall down the stairs (and he was like 6ft tall and probably weighing like a linebacker from the Cowboys!) but.. regardless of how much I’ve been going crazy, I couldn’t let it show. Taking a deep breath I replied confidently,
“I’ve been working everyday.. How’s that an off day?”
Get it? I never get a day off! But I internally smacked myself when he mocked me and replied,
“Clever girl… but no. You don’t seem as slim as before, your mind seems to be everywhere but no where at once, and for the past two days you walk in with my paperwork stuck to your palms to the point where we have to wet it off. Now, I don’t need my BEST assistant failing-“
Panic settled in me thinking he was about to fire me, but he added what made me chill out,
“- so I GUESS… I’ll give you the day.. if not two days.. recuperate a bit then come back slimmer and with a much sharper mind. And if that doesn’t cut it for you.. you’re out.”
I straightened up, nodded once, and responded in a single breath,
“Thank you boss, have a good day.”
It didn’t take long until I was running out, with my bag in one hand and my heels in the other, trying to run my way home, thinking to myself,
‘Is it true I’ve gained weight all of a sudden- but I hardly eat- ooo.. maybe that’s why. Maybe I have.. which is why I couldn’t fit into that skirt this morning.. hmm.. I thought I hit puberty long ago? Why am I experiencing these weird feelings? I should ask Peter- oh I need to call him and let him know work is off for the day!!!’
Like a crazy woman I shuffled in my bag and pulled out my phone, pressing onto the crosswalk button while clicking his name on my screen. People gathered around me as I heard the ring carry its sound into my ear, and letting my head know that Peter wasn’t picking up my call.
I stared up ahead and waited for the sign to turn white as my bare feet tapped the pavement with a beat, even if I wanted to cross on a red, I couldn’t, the traffic was pretty heavy. I calculated the time from when it was stopped for us and when the direction would change, and thankfully it was soon, maybe that incoming bus would be the last then it’ll switch.
‘Come on bus, pass then it’s our turn- OH GOD-‘
Miguel’s POV
"Oh my goodness!-"
"Oof!"
"God- sir you ok?"
I looked towards the sound I heard of a fast bypassing bus. My heart sat in my throat as my soul flew back into me.
'What the hell... I barely missed it.'
I had barely missed it. If I had kept on walking the realistic possibility would of been that I could've been hit by the stupid bus.
The softest tap was then felt on my back, very delicate but I caught it, making me turn towards the touch. I was met with the brightest doe eyes that looked afraid and concerned. Her lips were slightly apart before she bit her bottom lip then asked sweetly,
"Are you ok?"
I felt the air be constructed in my lungs at her tenderness, she looked genuinely sincere. I hadn't had a sweet touch or look from someone else directed to me ever sense my daughter, Gabriela. I blinked twice getting a hold of myself before I mustered out,
"Uh- yes. Gracia- thank you. I wasn't.. paying attention?"
The lightest scoff left her lips with a cute lopsided smile,
"I believe so. Just pay attention next time-"
RIIIIING RIIIIIING!!!
Her smile dropped immediately at the sound of her phone ringing. She picked it up and sighed dramatically to me as if I was her little buddy,
"It's my bestie. Be safe out there stranger!- Carl! H-Hey--"
Her smile and voice faded out as she ran across the street once the crosswalk sign deemed it ok. Her hair jumped around as her feet smacked loudly yet smoothly against the pavement.
She was definitely a sight to behold all together. I was left a little struck from our little encounter, she looked familiar but I couldn’t point it out quite yet, but it was enough to snap me awake and keep me now focused.
My ultimate goal was to find Peter C. anyways, I just wondered where he could be, or what he does. He's not a high schooler or in college anymore, so I’d definitely not find him there. That was until Peter B. called me on our burner cells,
“Miguel.. I found him.”
I felt a rush of adrenaline as I started waking down the street and listening on,
“He’s on the phone with a girl named Carla- because he keeps calling her that.. then he let her know that he’d be out and about in the city. So currently he’s at Central Park, but he’s heading towards the shops.”
‘Perfect target… now if we could only lure him towards us… but what attracts him? I don’t really know what kind of a Spider-Man he is- bingo!’
An idea clicked in my head (hopefully a good one) He was Spider-Man.. what could get him to us if we don’t attract him with something that catches his attention?
I then explained to Peter B. exactly what we would do, he seemed hesitant at first, but I stupidly promised him more missions with me so of course he said ‘yes’.
“Sounds like a deal Miggy, let’s do this.”
‘Ayyy coño..’ (ahhh fuck)
I groaned under my breath and already regretted promising what I promised, but anyways.. I replied,
“Onward.”
Peter C.’s POV
So it turns out that Carla got the day off, meaning I do too! And with that said, I was going to be out and about the city, getting some fresh air and keeping an eye out of course, I couldn’t stay home because Carla was going to have her boyfriend over, and I like to give them as much privacy as possible.
I was also planning a date with MJ for the weekend, and I wanted to wear something carefree and not too loud, so I headed towards the shops to pick something out.
During my walk I tried not to think about it, but I couldn’t help but feel an after effect of what happened between Carla and I.. that little shock we had.
‘What the hell was even that? Why did it feel so electrically familiar but also foreign? Did she feel it too and not realize it? Is it my spider senses telling me something I should know about her? But she seems normal- nice and kind to all… she’s too busy too have a secret life beside being an assistant. I wish I had someone to help me out-‘
“Watch it bud-“
“Who are you calling bud, pal-“
“Who are you calling pal, friend-“
“Who are you calling friend, jackass!”
“Did you just call me a jackass!?!”
“Certainly did puta mierda!!!”
“English stranger!!”
Now that was the sound of two overgrown men arguing, their aggressiveness in it only progressing, who knows what they were arguing about anyways.
But it’s in my best interest that it stops before it gets worse. It was the perfect time to test my new gadget, that shapeshifts me into my suit without having to run and change.
“Come on now buddy- work like magic.”
With a single press to a button on my watch, it worked.
“Yes!-“
“Get out of my face you moron!-“
“I’m literally not touching or near you-“
“Don’t give a damn I have personal space of 10ft.”
Ok it’s definitely time to step into this alley where I hear the fight going off. But upon arriving the the alley where I heard the fight… no one was there at all… not even a sound anymore.
My heart dropped for a second before I felt the sense of someone behind me- no.. more than one. A tingling sensation crawled on me as I turned my head and shot a web towards where I thought they’d be.. but I was met with my web hitting the wall… and no one there. Chills creeped up my spine and I felt alone.. yet surrounded. Lonely like the moon yet the stars were around anyways? I let a breath of frustration out, as I still felt their heavy presence,
“Who’s there!?”
Clink!!
The sound of a metal bar rolling on the ground towards me got me on guard but paralyzed my feet as I saw a large figure walking towards me. He was bulky, tall- very tall, and his stride was confident and directed towards me. I took a deep breath and prepared myself for what was about to come.
‘Alight buddy… let’s dance- wait who’s behind-‘
“OOF-“
BING!!
Peter B.’s POV
Ok I feel like crap for how hard I hit this kid in the head with the metal bat, like this super strength Spider-Man is legit knocked out. I poked his side with the end of my bat as I cringed at my own violence,
“Hey kid? You good?-“
“He’ll be fine. Pick him up and let’s go.”
I rolled my eyes and picked up the poor kid, almost dropping him instantly as I didn’t realize that his sorta skinny- yet built body was actually super heavy! I groaned and actually then dropped him back onto the floor, he literally landed on his face with his ass in the air, it was kinda funny making me giggle-
until Mr.FunSucker over here got all bossy and mean and started to fuss about me laughing and he was speaking in Spanish as usual. I could only stand there refusing to re-pickup this fellow of steel as Miguel ranted on,
“Por el amor de dios- eres un inutil!!” (For gods sake- you’re useless!)
I frowned at his words as I asked,
“What’s that supposed to mean Miguel? English- how can I help you if I can’t understand-“
“I said.. pick him up, Peter-“
I rolled my eyes and pointed to the kid with my foot while I tugged his side,
“He’s heavy Miguel! I can’t carry that kind of weight-“
“Yet you can carry the weight of every damn burger you eat at the cafeteria!!”
I gasped as I held my ‘dad belly’ as MJ liked to call it, I seriously felt offended by his words to be honest,
“Hey I burn many calories working out here-“
“Quizás tus células cerebrales también.” (Perhaps your brain cells too.)
I watched Miguel eye me with annoyance yet wear a smirk as I rolled my eyes sense I couldn’t understand him once again.
‘I really need Spanish lessons.. perhaps Miles can reach me.’
I then was about to suggest Miguel to carry him, when I noticed… he was gone.
“Holy crap-“
“You know, you two argue a lot- and why would you hit me with a metal bat!? That shit hurts like heck! I get I’m Spider-Man but damn! And what’s with the matching bracelets? Y’all of couple?”
Miguel and I stepped back as the supposed knocked out Spider-Man stood before us, holding my metal bat, and talking.
Miguel groaned and swore under his breath, as I, show I was harmless lifted my hands and explained,
“Listen first of all its cute you think we’re a couple-“
“It’s not cute Peter.-“
I ignored Miguel as I added,
“- but we need you to some with us.”
“Who are you two?”
Miguel pointed at us three as he replied,
“We’re all Spider-Man… and we need your help..”
Peter C.’s eyes went wide,
‘Alright maybe he gets us-‘
but they then squinted as he tilted his head to the side a bit,
“This doesn’t make sense… are you wearing suits under your clothes or what?”
‘Great! He doesn’t get it!’
Miguel growled a bit,
“Not exactly… but that’s why we need to talk to you-“
“Ok I’m not doing this here in an alley, they creep me out- time for night night.”
From his sleeve he pulled out a weird device and started flashing it before us, I could only sigh out my defeat before it all went black,
“Ohhh crap..”
BAM!!!
Miguel’s POV
I snapped awake at the sound of someone calling out to me, and from something hitting my head for the third time. I shook my head and was about to respond but that’s when I got hit in the head again, causing me to snap,
“Que te pasa! Ah! Coño!” (What’s wrong with you! Ah fuck!)
My eyes glowed as I grew irritated, when I saw a piece of concrete fall of my hair,
‘He seriously hasn’t been throwing pieces of that at me?-‘
"Who the hell are you??!"
Peter C. spoke loudly and with more authority than last time, causing a small flinch to the smallest bone in me (I could never be that scared of anyone)
I tired to pull at his webs around me but to say the least- they were pretty darn strong. Perks to being Spider-Man right? And then I noticed I had my suit on, he must of figured out the button for it.
‘Que sopresa.' (What a surprise)
I sighed heavily as he crawled on the wall then hung upside down in front of my face, like literally two inches away.
A canon event came to mind as it is known that almost every spider-man has their first kiss with their 'MJ' by hanging upside down. It made me chuckle lightly as I muttered,
"This isn't supposed to happen yet or like this. But it'll be interesting to see."
"To see what- what are you talking about?"
"Are you a good kisser cariño?" (Sweetheart)
He swung back a bit and scoffed with disgust, and was questioning himself… this meant I was distracting him. It gave me time to look around and see where we were, but I then remembered about my other Peter being around here, when I heard him yelp out like a damsel in freakin distress,
“Miguell!!! Hey buddy- kinda stuck here!!! It’s- ah! Super tight around me- I can’t breathe!!”
Good thing was Peter C.’s eyes went wide immediately as he panicked,
“Shoot! Sorry pal I just didn’t want you to escape- so I tied you up real tight- hang on I got you.”
But he still pointed at me and threatened,
“Don’t move at all! I’m coming over pal- hang on.”
‘Don’t move my ass- ugh! Shit.. these are pretty strong.’
Ok maybe this didn’t work out well… the webs were super tight and strong, unbelievably strong. So I tried something else next… my fangs. I always hated them at the start, thinking I looked terrifying with them.. or more specifically, I wondered if Gabriela would be scared of me if she had seen me like this.
‘Well let’s just use this for-‘
“I’m here!-“
Peter B. just suddenly burst into my face with his stupid smile making me gasp with my teeth mid way into the web.
“FU- Peter!?”
Both Peters then questioned at once,
“What?!”
‘Ok gotta be specific.’
I closed my eyes and said with a low tone,
“Peter B…. How the hell-“
“Tricked him… now we can talk to him. See?”
Peter B. showed off to me a now webbed you Peter C. sitting on the floor, maybe I hated him at times… but I was actually grateful right now.
“Fine.. now let me go.”
“Riiiiight, give me a sec Miggy.”
‘Ok I hate him again..’
Peter B.’s POV
Now we both stood in front of Peter C. (or what he told us to just call him ‘Carlos’ for now so we wouldn’t get mixed up between him and I) anyways Miguel had tried to explain the whole universal thingy and Carlos wasn’t just capturing it, I could see his frustration so I stepped in finally and told Miguel to hold on,
“Miguel… let me handle this.. yeah?”
Miguel sighed with defeat then rolled his eyes,
“Fine…”
Carlos shook his head in disbelief as I then went on to re-explain,
“Look, what Miguel is trying to say is-“
Carlos then busted out of the webs we had tied him down with as he worded everything we wanted him to know, leaving Miguel and I sorta stunned,
“-That you’re both from different universes and have come to mine… to tell me- excuse me, ‘warn’ me about something suspicious that’s been going on that you ‘think’ I don’t know about?”
Miguel let a deep frown of annoyance rest on his face as he replied with a dead tone,
“Yes. So do you know-“
Carlos awed loudly and ripped off his mask, taking a deep breath before interrupting with sarcasm yet information,
“Yesss! Of course I know! I had this weird thing happen to me the other day between Ca- a fr-friend and I!”
I caught his stutter of a name he was about to blurt out, but his young face of nervous caught my attention too,
‘What’s the name? Why are you so scared?’
I watched him fiddle with his hands as Miguel questioned,
“What exactly happened-“
Carlos lifted his hands up as he swore, his eyes going wide with his voice high pitched again, he was getting worried,
“Nothing did! O-Ok! Maybe it was just a little shock that happens when you’re staticky or something!!”
It wasn’t hard to tell that Miguel was getting frustrated, that Carlos wasn’t telling the truth, so that’s when I came in to calm the kid down before Miguel pulled a WWE on him. I approached him slowly as I called out,
“Listen buddy… we’ve all been through it. I know what you feel… like it’s familiar but it shouldn’t belong. And we’re here to help you understand that… it’s for your own safety and the safety of your universe.”
Carlos shifted on his feet and bit his lip nervously, I knew he wanted to say something, but was scared… so I went further as to make it clear.
“We know you’re best friend is worrying you… that little shock, it wasn’t anything.. it was more significant right?”
His eyes met Miguel’s before meeting mine, he nodded slowly and hesitated,
“Y-yeah.. but she’s not a bad person I swear! She’s the best human being on earth that deserves a break… she’s lost so much already.”
Miguel stiffened but his eyes softened a bit as he asked,
“What has ‘she’ lost Carlos?”
With a shrug and pout he replied,
“Everyone… her parents and loved ones at a tragic event. She grew up in the foster system and is now killing herself by living for her boss… it’s crazy.”
That is a crazy life… like a Spider-Man life, but she isn’t supposed to be one… if she already has Carlos and belongs in this universe- ohh nooo. I hope Miles’ story doesn’t repeat on this girl. Thoughts swirled around me as I eyed this poor kid,
‘What’s going on in this universe? How does this girl belong here then has something she isn’t supposed to? What went wrong? Did another spider come from somewhere else again? This story can’t repeat tho… too many things can go wrong again… if not worse..’
I could tell Miguel felt worried too, his hands were on his hips and his eyes were darting everywhere, not focusing as the questions hung around…
What the hell?
Clara’s POV
I laid next to my boyfriend body as I panted for air, after having spent the last 20 minutes with him, relieving my stress and trying to block out my million questions. Sweat covered me head to toe and the room smelled like sex all around, yet it didn’t feel right.
When I had gone out of my sorta high faze, I felt extremely lonely and useless. As Nelson laid with his back towards me with the ‘click click’ sounds being heard on his phone, I sighed sadly and tried to cuddle close to his skin feel some kind of warmth. I was about to also let me hand rest on his arm but as fast as I had barely touched it, it left as he abruptly sat up and stated,
“I’ll be in the shower, get some sleep.”
A pout made it to my lips as I watched him slip out from under my sheets and walk off, like nothing had happened. Like if I hadn’t given him my body or something more than ‘just sex’ that had just happened because he was my boyfriend. But no, he didn’t even spare me a glance as his eyes glued to his phone while he walked inside my restroom and closed the door behind him.
The minute I heard the shower go on, I cleaned myself up after using the other restroom, then I wrapped myself with my red robe, and walked towards the balcony of my apartment, needing fresh air to clear my head once again as I meditated on my life and the mistakes I kept on making but didn’t know how to quit.
Things also have been changing lately and I don’t know why, maybe I’m hitting a breaking point? Is that why I hear voices loudly in my head and feel paranoid about people being around me close and far? Always feeling like someone is on me or knowing when people are practically top of me?
My body has been acting strange too.. my fingers have been clinging onto everything I touch, from papers to my coffee mugs… and just this morning, I couldn’t take out a high heel that didn’t fit me anymore. I felt taller too?
It all made my head pound with uncertainties, so I chose to ignore it for a bit, and clear my head like I should do.
The city below me shined brightly as I glanced over my the gated fence, admiring its beauty that held so many different lives and such. The city was pretty quiet… and I couldn’t be more grateful that Spider-Man had kept it that way, It let me have a quiet night.
Spot’s POV
‘2055…. Such an interesting year.. maybe here I’ll find what I- ohhh ohhh nice..’
“Well what do we have here… hmph… she’s just what I need.”
I couldn’t help myself as I googlie-eyed my new interest and sudden sensation.
Carla Ferrari, a young charming woman who thinks she looks like the ugliest rat of New York City. Her hair flowed in the wind as she peeked at the bright city below, her beautiful face contorted with sadness as she let the tears fall from her chin.
I saw instantly like a flashback of her life… and how she was and how she treated herself- just… she definitely underestimated herself too much. But that’s what I liked about her… she was capable of so much, and didn’t even know about it- and who she really was, wasn’t known to anyone not even herself … but it will all be discovered soon… very very soon.
I just hoped I could take it before anyone else does… before even she did as well, have control to use her the way I needed.
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More Alejandro and Rodolfo info/headcanons that still no one asked for 🕺🏻✨
A/N: So, after how well received the first part was I decided to make another one. I just have so much fun writing these little things, please if you have any questions feel free to ask anything 💗 Enjoy!🥰
Part 1
My base is your base! This is basically the military version of “Mi casa es tu casa.” We mean it! Mexicans are such welcoming people, never to hesitate to lend a hand to those in need. You need help, you got it, you need a place to stay we have plenty of space! Wanna come and have dinner with us? Bienvenido!❤️🩹
Carne asadas & parties! Whether it’s saturday or tuesday we don’t care, what are we celebrating? Nothing and everything! But you’re invited anyway 🫶🏻 expect children running around, uncles getting drunk, lots of laughter and a good time. You’ll definitely learn how to flip tortillas, Rodolfo would be the one to teach you, Alejandro burns his fingers constantly.
Las Almas is a magic town you cannot convince me otherwise.
Multicultural country💫 we come in all shapes and colors! And everyone’s welcome here, we don’t care about looks💃🏻
Music: these two are excellent dancers. Expect them to teach you some good moves to regional music🤠
Alejandro loves mezcal whereas Rodolfo is more of a tequila type of man😌 and would definitely try to get the 141 team drunk
Would 100% want their new friends to celebrate September 15th/16th with them! It’s Mexico’s independence day and the whole country lights up with fireworks and… just look at it
And we DON’T celebrate Cinco de Mayo 🫣 only Puebla does, let’s move on
I feel this in my heart Ale’s jam is Sirena and Rudy is playing session #52 on repeat on the next carne asada
The mexico-uk bromance is real and strong🇲🇽💕🇬🇧
I also believe they make the sign of the cross whenever they drive past a church. It’s super common, truuuust me. Respectful babies 🧎🏻♀️✨
Want to teach you spanish, especially curse words! Heh…
Speaking of curse words… didn’t mention this one on my previous posts because I forgot.
“What the fuck did you just say to me pendejo?” Ale to Graves. Please use it, we love it. It means asshole and for some reason when he said it to Graves who probably didn’t understand shit I WHEEZED
Ale is teaching Soap and Ghost spanish on their next break✨ Rodolfo teaches Price and Gaz✨
Hasta la vista💃🏻
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I made some kick ass tacos tonight. Let me share the wisdom.
You need:
Corn tortillas
Leftover pulled pork (made some sandwiches recently and forgot how big a pork shoulder is? went to a party and got sent home with leftovers? Good news, we’re using it tonight)
Sour cream
Lime juice
Cilantro (unless you got the gene. I won’t judge, but I will be sad for you)
A smoky bbq sauce
Hot sauce of choice (if you want your tacos spicy)
Pickled red onions (look up quick pickle recipes, VERY easy to make and excellent topping for so many things, make these ahead of time and use them liberally until they disappear and you’re sad, then make more)
Queso fresco
What you do:
1: Heat up some oil in a pan. About 1/2 inch to 1 inch of a neutral oil like vegetable oil or canola oil. You’re gonna fry up your tortillas JUST A LITTLE. They should still have some flex, we’re not making tortas shit I meant tostadas sorry I’m white, you just want them warmed and slightly crisped along the edges. I recommend having two per taco for structural purposes. Fry them one at a time and drain on a paper towel lined plate, sprinkle lightly with salt as soon as they come out. The hot oil makes the salt stick. Fry up one more than you plan to use in the tacos, because if you’re like me, you WILL want to snack while you’re finishing the prep, and you gotta taste test your sauces somehow right?
1.5: CAREFULLY drain your frying oil into a jar. BE FUCKING CAREFUL, SHIT’S HOT. Alternatively you could just set this pan aside to cool and grab a fresh pan. But doing the risky maneuver means you’ve already got a hot pan with a light coating of oil so. Take the risk if that’s worth it to you.
2: Throw your leftover pulled pork in your hot pan. This should already be cooked, so we’re literally just heating it up. Mix it occasionally so it doesn’t burn, but feel free to let it get slightly crispy, the texture is good. Don’t worry about seasoning this, it already tastes good from the first time it got cooked.
3: Toppings. Mix your bbq sauce with your choice of hot sauce to taste. Or skip the hot sauce. I like spicy things, and most commercial bbq sauces have good flavor and lack heat, so I add my own. But you do you.
3.5: Your second sauce is limey sour cream. Mix some sour cream with chopped cilantro (optional of course), a few splashes of lime juice, and a pinch of salt. Add a little water, just a drizzle at a time, to bring it to a drizzling consistency, if you want. Personally I like it that way.
4: By now your pork should be hot. Plate your tortillas (again, I recommend doubling up for structure, and honestly the slightly crispy is just so yummy that having an extra is worth it) and top with some pork. It’ll be tempting to add a lot, but try to control yourself! You don’t want to overfill it, the goal is to keep the fillings inside the tacos when you eat them. Trust me, I’ve made this mistake. Top with your hot bbq, limey sour cream, pickled onions, and some crumbled queso fresco.
5: Eat. Indulge yourself. Then be sad you didn’t prep more.
I didn’t take pictures because I ate them too fast. But trust me, these are very simple and incredibly delicious. Go forth and cook yourself some good food.
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Whatever You Want, Draco Malfoy -35-
Tags: alcohol use, marijuana use, cigarettes, smoking, reckless behaviour, lack of self preservation, anxiety issues, chronic illness, deportation, racism, the fucking Tories, ptsd, super unhealthy coping mechanisms, Down and out Draco who’s friends with muggles, various OC’s, enemies to lovers, angst, mentions of throwing up/vomit, mentions of suicide, mentions of panic attacks, swearing
suggested rating: Mature
Part 1 (contains links to all parts) <- Part 34 || Part 36 ->
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Chapter Seventeen
“You’re staring again,” Potter said.
“Obviously,” Draco said flatly.
Potter sighed.
Draco propped his hand on his chin, sitting at the small table in Potter’s flat. Potter was in the kitchen, chopping an onion. He was supposedly making salsa for the bag of tortilla chips he brought back from the shops.
“It’s been days,” Potter said.
“Mhmm,” Draco said.
“You’ve been acting odd since your last group meeting,” Potter said.
Draco raised an eyebrow.
Potter glared at him, “Like that. Too quiet. Staring. Being fucking cryptic.”
Draco shrugged; it was fairly accurate.
“Care to explain why?” Potter said tightly.
Draco was almost impressed that Potter had managed to finally ask. His previous responses to Draco’s staring were to glare at him, tell him to cut it out, leave the room, and, once, throw a magazine at him.
“Well, since you asked, I was-”
“Since I asked?” Potter stopped and frowned at Draco, “Are you saying all I had to do is ask?”
“I imagine it would have helped,” Draco said, knowing full well that he wouldn’t have had an answer the first couple of days.
“For fucks sake,” Potter muttered, turning back to his onion.
“Do you still want to know?” Draco asked.
“Yes, Malfoy,” Potter said.
Draco swapped, propping his chin on his other hand, “I’ve been thinking.”
“I could have guessed that,” Potter muttered. He took a breath and asked, his tone a faux calm, “What have you been thinking about?”
“Relationships… with my parents, my old friends, if I can really call them that, that sort of thing,” Draco said vaguely.
“And that involves me how?” Potter asked.
“You?”
“Yes?” Potter silently swore under his breath before adding, “You’ve been staring at me.”
“Oh, right,” Draco said.
“Yes, right, that,” Potter said impatiently.
That was a bit more difficult. It was a delicate question, and Draco had enormous difficulty being civil where Potter was concerned. But he was starting to want to be.
“I’ve been… trying to figure you out,” Draco said.
“You could just ask. I imagine it would help,” Potter said sarcastically.
“I don’t know how to ask,” Draco said.
“Just ask, Malfoy. I’m fucking tired of you staring,” Potter said.
Draco winced in anticipation, “You’re not going to like it.”
“Ask,” Potter said.
“Fine. ...Were you starved as a child?”
The knife slipped, and Potter swore as it fell, clattering across the floor.
Draco was startled to his feet, “Merlin, Potter, are you alright?”
“Fine,” Potter said.
Draco didn’t believe him. He hurried over and took Potter’s hand.
“It’s fine, Malfoy-”
“You’ve cut yourself,” Draco said, “I’ll get a plaster for it-”
“You can just use an episky,” Potter said.
Draco almost laughed, “I forgot I can use magic on you.” He took his wand out of his pocket and cast the simple charm, healing the cut and leaving only a small smear of blood on his skin.
He would have used a cleaning spell as well, but Potter pulled away and went to the sink.
“Why did you ask that?” Potter asked; his back turned to Draco as he flipped on the faucet.
“I just remembered how you looked when you first came to school,” Draco said.
Potter made a noise in the back of his throat, “Grubby? With second-hand clothes that didn’t fit? I seem to remember you having something to say about that.”
“Small,” Draco said.
“We were all small,” Potter said, shutting off the water and bracing his hands on the edge of the sink.
Draco shook his head, “That’s not what I meant. By the end of the year, you’d look… different. Better. But sometimes, after summer break, that smallness would come back...”
Potter was shaking his head.
Draco hurriedly added, “And then I noticed that you’re always trying to feed me- or well, try to make sure I’m eating.”
Potter’s shoulders relaxed slightly.
“So I thought perhaps-”
“That’s more Molly,” Potter said. He shook his hands off and turned around, leaning back against the counter. “She’s always trying to feed me, and everyone really, given half a chance. No matter how much they were struggling, Molly always made sure her kids had enough to eat. It must have rubbed off on me.”
Draco nodded and, not sure what to say, looked around for the knife. He picked it up and cast a cleaning spell on it, “Here.”
“Thanks,” Potter took it and returned to his cutting board.
Draco found himself once again staring at Potter’s back and feeling like there was something else he ought to say but without a clue as to what.
“Not many people know,” Potter said quietly.
And it took a moment for Draco to realise what he was talking about.
“Even my friends that do know… I don’t think they’ve ever said anything.” Potter laughed lightly, “Not very British of you.”
“Delicacy was never something I was particularly good at,” Draco said.
Potter laughed again and reached up, wiping his eyes on his sleeve. “Onion’s strong.”
Draco’s eyes weren’t stinging at all.
“And you’re sure you want to stick around? I’ll tell everyone to behave, but you and them- you don’t exactly have the best history-”
“I’m curious. I want to see what’s so great about this game night of yours,” Draco said, “I’ll be on my best behaviour, so if anything goes wrong, you should know it won’t be my fault.”
Potter snorted, “Sure.”
“I mean it,” Draco insisted.
“Yeah, yeah,” Potter said, “Grab the tomatoes, would you?”
Draco sighed and then went to get the tomatoes.
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💜 sorry for the long break 💜 💜 💜 I guess I was kind of burned out😅, I quit one of my jobs and just kind of slept for a couple weeks. my desire to write has just started to come back so I’m slowly trying to ease my way back in. 💜 I hope you’ll keep reading 💜
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i ate a jalapeno slice today in the cafeteria (it was tortilla day) but i fucking forgot that i cant handle any spice at all and me and my bsf (they ate one too lmao) ran to the milk and water dispensers AND THEY WERE OUT OF MILK so we got water and i drank like 6 glasses of water while my mouth was BURNING and i started crying laughing and a teacher walked past and was like🤨
and we shakily asked the cafeteria lady if there was milk available and she literally went "hmm.. the milk ran out today way faster than usual.. i filled the dispensers up (both 20liters) and they're already gone!" (it was like 11:30 and the earliest lunch is at 9am i think)
😭😭😭😭😭 so i didnt get any milk and cried with my water and MY MOUTH WAS STILL BURNING AND HURTING WHEN WE WENT OUT
AND MY TONGUE WAS CHERRY RED TOO LMAO HELP
OH? cant relate i have a cracked tolerance
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A Commercial Break
Summary : A small break for our dear reader , some time to reflect and make a final decision .
Notes :A very very short chapter that is something a little some extra i had for this week , until the next longer chapter , i hope to have out by Saturday guys , Sunday at the latest :) Again let me know , If i forgot any translations and/or if it's good or cringy and should've stayed in the drafts lol :)
Some time Later …
Y/n sighed softly , her deity silently listing off all the new accommodations that had to be made because of the spur of the moment move .
She snorted “I can’t be an avatar at the moment “ she said while drinking her allotted cup of coffee , as her father called her from downstairs “Gotta go , Huitzilli” she said softly before walking downstairs .
“Good Morning , mi amorcito” (My little love or Sweetheart) her father called softly , sitting across from her as he sat down for breakfast , setting a few plates down as well . She smiled softly “Morning , Bro . What’s the plan for today ? Sister’s* today ?” her father frowned softly at that shaking his head
“No , but we’re gonna talk .. About what’s bugging you ?” she tensed softly at that, continuing to munch on her food . She saw the cogs turning in his head , “So who do i have to fuck up ?!” she blinked rapidly to foreign ignorance , tearing a piece off of the tortilla to scoop up all the chorizo con huevo y papas “Whatcha mean ?” he shot a brow up unimpressed “You were fine , last time we talked . Talking about your new shift , your roommate and how good it was going . You were happy with everything . “ he said drizzling some salsa over his food, handing her the old cool whip container as she opened her mouth to argue before he held his hand up , gesturing for a tortilla from the warmer “Te quiero mucho , mi amorcito . Te extraño , pero tienes mucho aya . You grew up to be a … eres una mujer . Estas muy fuerte , me amor (I love you a lot , sweetheart . I miss you , but you have a lot over there )“ he said gently , eating his small bite of food .
She blinked back tears at that , she knew her Dad could see through the act and it crumbled just a bite . He patted the wooden chair beside him “Hug ?” she sniffled softly , as she sobbed softly on her Dad’s shoulder as she picked at her food .
“I…I , Huitzili told you ? “ she asked softly before he nodded .
“And my hija ? My stubborn ass daughter let some chump , invite girls or a girl over to your home ?” she inhaled sharply , grabbing a pickled jalapeno to take a bite out of “Roommate and yeah .It’s not my business , apa .” she said softly , before her father decided to change the subject , getting up and grabbing the pack of Chokis cookies , and setting them down to drink with her leftover coffee .
“Huitzilli , said that I'm a grandpa ?” she smiled softly , glancing down to her slightly bloated belly “Yeah, can you believe it ?” she asked, wiping her tears away “No llores ,mi amorcito ! Not a single tear should be wasted on a man that can’t get his shit together “ he said softly wiping her tears away
“I know , but what do I do ? I don’t want a baby with someone that always puts my baby second “ she said softly , her dog yawning softly from his bed , stretching with a loud yowl .
“I know , as you should . You fight for your baby and more importantly , yourself my love . Does he want anything to do with the baby ?” she shrugged “Didn’t ask , i told em the day i left to come here . And he was pretty irritated “ she murmured shoving a cookie in her mouth “I got paperwork , saying that he doesn’t want the baby and has nothing to do with it “ he nodded as she continued , drinking some “But , i specifically left it open to change , should he prove to me that he wants to be involved and willing to help “ she explained “But-” her dad looked on expectantly .
“I told you about him , right ? The DID ? Why-” her father nodded “You did , but that isn’t an excuse , baby girl . He needs-” she interrupted “To my knowledge , they were undecided . Jake said yes , he wants the baby and wants the baby with me . Marc said no , and Steven’s undecided to my knowledge .” he hummed
“Ask again , get a straight answer . Hace no tienes pena o dudas . You own the building , and it’s your apartment . Work it out and if you still need help , I'm here for you , mi amorcito . But , deal with the consequences of your actions and try to make it work . If not for you , then for the baby .(Like that you won’t have Heartache or doubts) “ he explained , hugging her once again .
“Thank you , love you brosky “ she said softly . He smiled back “Love you too , brochacha . And if that doesn't work out , didn’t that BuckWheat guy like you too ? Ask if he’s up for a baby ?” she blushed a deep crimson “No !!! NOT BUCKY !!! He’s busy !” her dad quirked a brow and shrugged “He’s an alright guy , better than the current asshole. You never know , mi amorcito . Now go get ready , i want to see my first grandbaby “ he said getting up and collecting the dishes to wash .
Later
With the advice from her father in mind , she reached a decision, and came to the conclusion to go back home , to work and her apartment . However , her diety's idea appealed much better to her than , than her fathers . Currently at the airport , waiting for a flight back to London .
However her plans all came to a halt as her phone went off with a loud ding , groaning .
From Stephen Granite :
To Y/n/n :
Good Morning ... Or Maybe Afternoon , wherever you're on a misson at....probably still upset about movie night . Do you happen to know who a Tezcatlipoca is ? Or even a Coyolxauhqui ? Their avatars are here asking 'bout you ? Layla and Marc have a bad feeling 'bout them . They wanna know when you'll be back ?
Ummm , answer whenever you get the message please , yeah. Talk to you later , cheers ! (4 days ago)
From Marcus Spencer's :
To : Y/n/n
?? (2 days ago)
Answer atleast.
From Jake-from-State-Farm :
? ??
They left after saying they had a lead ! We want to know if your okay ?! Talk to me atleast. We knew eachother first , Mamascita . Dega me algo tan si quirea !! (Tell me something at least !! )
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#jake lockley x reader#marc spector x reader#moon knight x reader#steven grant x reader#my masterlist
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This morning I went to the grocery store for two things: Puffs (because they have a better designed box than Kleenix) and V8 juice. I had some sniffles and I love V8 juice. I’d also wander the aisles in case I saw something else I needed or wanted.
Everybody was road-ragey. Cart-ragey?
A woman stood between her cart and items she spent way too much time examining. She didn’t give a fuck that no one could get past her. The look on her face was like, “There are two ends of this aisle, go out the other way, dumbass.” A man got impatient and started gently nudging away her cart with his. Her purse was in the baby seat, so she got a little defensive.
An agitated young man pushed his cart while texting, expecting everyone to clear out of his way. It amused me when his cart came nose to nose with my card. I didn’t move and made eye contact with him. When he looked up he glared, waiting for me to fold. I wanted for him. Two Zax. He was in a hurry, I was not. He huffed and puffed, then finally moved around me. If he’d been King, I would have been beheaded before he checked out.
An employee I see all the time was bitchy at some shoppers who got in the way of her shelf stocking.
And so on. People were ornery. Which made me a tiny bit ornery. In turn, I forgot to consult my shopping list. I came home with tortilla chips, bananas, one hard roll, but no Puffs or V8. Now I’m a little more ornery.
#I wanted Rose's lime juice too#I could not find it#All the crabby people kept me from going down more aisles looking for Rose's lime juice
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7/13/23 Again
Dear Friend,
I’m sorry I’m a liar. I don’t want to lie to you, I lie too much. It’s never “big” lies the kind that mean anything to anyone but me but I lie too much about who I am and how I feel to lie to you too. I’m going to try to share as much of myself that I don’t share with anyone else now. This post will be long, the ones that follow it may be too if you don’t want to read it friend you don’t have to but I think some part of me needs to write it. I hope that you don’t judge me because, I trust you friend even though we likely haven’t met yet. I’m going to attempt to be relatively chronological except in one part, the beginning.
I’m not always happy friend. Sometimes I am so sad and lonely and anxious and scared that it physically hurts but I still smile and am polite and kind as I can and if anyone were to ask me I would always say that I’m happy. I lie most days about this and I’m sorry. Sometimes it’s like a part of me feels like if I lie and say that I’m happy I will be, that the more I smile the more I’ll mean it.
Ever since I was young I’ve been called ugly, especially by my mom. I feel horrid saying that but I’m trying to be honest so there. When I was small and did plays she would clip extensions into my hair, when I was about 11 or 12 going to a school presentation fair thing I put on a dress my grandma had given me and I felt gorgeous, sure I had acne and a bad hair day but still I asked her how I looked and the response was “like a homeless person what the hell are you thinking I’m doing your hair”. Every time I’ve done something like a choir performance or taken school pictures she’s smattered makeup onto my face to cover up the imperfections and asked me why I didn’t do it myself, I’ve always told her I forgot or sometime along those lines but I’ll be honest to you. I can’t stand makeup for the most part. Some days I can and I’ll do fun makeup for me but I lie and hide too much without covering my face.
Eating can be so fucking hard and I don’t know why. I’m very skinny, you can see my spine and my ribs and shoulder bones all of it and I hate it but sometimes eating physically hurts. It’s like I just feel bad, you know?
I’m gay and I wish my family would stop talking about gay people so horribly and using the word lesbian as an insult. I wish my nine year old sister wasn’t already brainwashed into that way of thinking too. I don’t want to talk about how cute guys are. I don’t.
I have horrible nightmares most nights. They just feel so real and every night I say sweet dreams to every person so. many. times. But no one ever says it back and i wonder if they did, would it make any difference?
I want to finish my sentences sometimes without being interrupted or shushed. I’m not stupid and I wish people would give my the tiniest bit of respect to listen to what im saying. Sometimes it matters.
I cry. I fidget. I over apologize to (normally to) people who don’t deserve it. I hate talking to people. I hate asking for stuff. I get overly worried about cleanliness. Sometimes loud noises physically pain me (not just in the ow my ears hurt way). Textures especially with food tend to disgust me (cheese, oil, olives, popsicle sticks, some bread, tortillas,eggs) I can normally force myself to eat it but other days I just can’t. Nothing feels safer than the number seven.
I’m sorry to share all of this and I’m also sorry I would love to do it again sometime.
Love always,
Athena
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