#i love pasta and breadsticks

[burning-thistles-bt]

When oliver first showed up in bt, my first thought was "lol oliver garden" -frostfur hater anon

don't make me hungry damn now i want some olive garden 😩

[whocaresstillthelouvre]

I just know Joel Miller would destroy a never ending pasta bowl at Olive Garden.

He’d take Sarah there for “date night.” He’d wear his one nice button up shirt and Sarah would wear the dress she got for her soccer banquet. The two of them would go through three baskets of breadsticks and barely touch their salad to save room for pasta.

Joel loves pasta, it’s easy to cook and filling. He’s a pro at Stouffer lasagna from the oven. His secret tip? Pepperoni on top.

They’d stop at Blockbuster before home and rent a movie. Sarah would ask for *three* boxes of candy from the front counter. He’d tell her to pick only one and then sneakily purchase the other two boxes since he has a sweet tooth.

In true form, Sarah would fall asleep against him halfway through the movie. Joel silently finishes the film with a smile on his face, belly and heart full.

[marlenesluv]

۵pairing: fem!albonsibling!ballerina x platonic f1 grid. also, reader x lando norris.

۵type: social media au

۵authors note: sorry it’s been so long! if you want a tag for new updates for this series, leave a comment letting me know! i’ll tag you in upcoming posts :)

۵warnings: dark side of ballet (this includes: ed/not eating as much, self criticism, teacher, etc) please be aware of this while reading. i love you. also cussing.

۵summary: a month after the dinner, y/n is still working to perfect her performance for her role as the black/white swan. luckily, she had her “friend(?)” lando to help her and keep her company.

۵this is part 4! please read part 1, part 2, and part 3 before this one for it to make sense. (part 1 is mine, i just made it on my main blog)

masterlist here -> masterlist link

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y/n.albon: reminiscing bc i start training for ballet tomorrow, missing friends and shit👾💜

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↳ landonorris: 🙂↕️

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user2: alex is just so offended atp😭

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fp4albons: my favssss

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user7: alr, my favorite people ever (real)

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You loved ballet more than anything, but the hours were ungodly. Waking up on a Monday morning at 5am to be at the studio by 7:30am was unforgivable.

But then, when you’re there till 11pm…it’s exhausting.

After those fifteen hours of practice, you needed about a week of sleep and four advil. Not to mention you were starving.

Your instructor said “lay off those bagels.” To which you nodded and then rolled your eyes once you were out of sight.

Your instructor was the best of the best, and you knew she meant well. She wanted the best for you, for you to be the best.

Sometimes, this was draining. In her eyes, the best was as thin as paper. Ballet was like this, and it was hard. But you had dealt with it for so long, that you started tuning them out years ago.

Fuck them. Its a sport. So, on your walk home, you grabbed a slice of pizza and a diet coke. You deserved it.

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landonorris: never letting you drive my car again

↳ y/n.albon: okay (i hate driving so this is perfect)

↳ landonorris: (thank god because i hate being the passenger)

user3: name a more iconic couple? *crickets* yeah i thought so

f1editpg4: lando on the first slide is a mooddddd

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francisca.cgomes: if you’re not rooting for portugal…

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↳ francisca.cgomes: fairrr🫶

user6: me waiting for them to date 🙂

user9: mom and dad fr

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your texts with alex:

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After deciding that leaving Alex on read would be best for now, you walked into your favorite little italian restaurant that you ordered some pasta from after practice got over.

Should you be eating breadsticks, gnocchi, and a tiramisu for dinner? Eh, probably not, but you were tired and in need of some comfort food.

The whole situation with Lando felt like nothing and everything all at once. You knew he was single, and he knew you were as well. He also knew how upset you were about Ben quitting, but he didn’t pity you which was nice.

Family that had found out had been texting and calling you for weeks. Telling you how sorry they are, but you didn’t care that much. Truth be told, it was just inconvenient and inconsiderate.

If Lando knew one thing, it would how he knew how you functioned. At this point in knowing each other, Lando knew your schedule more than anyone else. He paid more attention. He never missed a planned hangout, a rehearsal, or dinner.

Stopping yourself, you walked up to the counter and grabbed your food, saying bye to the workers and started walking back home. What you didn't know was that Lando had happened to drive by and saw you walking.

Lando debated picking you up. The last thing he wanted was for you to think he was stalking you. It really was pure coincidence that he saw you. After having a mental fight with himself, he turned his car around and slowed down by the sidewalk.

You, wearing leggings, a sweater, long socks and tennis shoes and your hair down. Eyes focused on your phone as you struggled to find a good song to play through your headphones. Your ballet bag hanging off your shoulder and takeout in the opposite hand.

Smiling, Lando rolled his window down. "Y/n!"

You furrowed your brows, looking up and seeing a familiar face.

"Lando? What are you- are you following me now?!" You asked, stopping to talk as he stopped his car.

"What? Wha- no! I was driving by and you were just there!" He defended himself, nervous about your reaction.

"Uh huh..."

"Do you want a ride home?" Lando asked, tilting his head a little.

"Are you going to kidnap me if I get in?"

"Y/n! No! Stop that, just-...do you want a ride, or no?" He asked, hoping for you to say yes.

"Um...." You looked at the ground, then the buildings, and finally met his eyes, "Okay, yeah, thanks."

You opened the back door and threw your bags in, placing the food on the ground. Then, you got in the front, taking your headphones off and buckling up.

"How was practice?" Lando asked, pulling onto the road again and heading to your apartment building.

"It was okay. Lots of criticizing." You sighed, toying with your sweater string.

"About?" Lando loved your love for ballet. But sometimes, he wished he could beat your instructor. Always bringing you down, for no reason. In his eyes, you were perfect. He was well aware that he liked you...more than friends.

“Form, diet, you know..all that shit.” You laughed, watching as Lando skillfully pulled into the parking garage of your apartment. “Thanks for driving me, Lando.” You smiled, getting out and grabbing your bags as Lando exited the car as well.

“Care if I come up?” He asked, stuffing his hands in his hoodie pocket as you nodded and started walking, Lando quick on your trail.

‘Maybe he does like me…’ you thought as you both walked into your apartment and you started to split up the food you had ordered.

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if you would like a tag for future parts of this series, leave a comment here and i’ll add you :)

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[thewosoway]

Give up Luce // Lucy bronze x reader

If there was one way you could describe Lucy bronze it would be that shes determined. Lucy gets what she wants and no one can tell her no. Except for you. Lucy would move the earth for you if u told her to. She was smitten. There was one problem, you said no.

There was no way on this earth that you would go out with a teammate. Lucy wanted to change that. She was very determined to get you to say yes to a date. For the past 3 months Lucy had asked you every single day to go on a date with her.

“Lucia Roberta I’m saying this for the last time. No. I won’t go on a date with you.” It was funny at this point and all your teammates knew it, they made jokes and laughed about it to themselves. Lucy just wouldn’t accept no for an answer.

She followed you around at training like a lost puppy. Continuing to ask you out, each time the answer was no. Lucy refused to believe that you weren’t interested.

So a few days after the last time she asked you when you were next at training you agreed to be her partner and eventually when she asked you to go on a date with her you agreed. “If I say yes will you give up Luce” she nodded and smiled “if that’s what you want” you were going on that date just to shut her up. Well that’s what you thought was going to happen.

A few days later there was Lucy outside your apartment with a bouquet of flowers, tulips to be precise, smiling dressed in her best outfit. “Claudia and patri said you liked tulips so I got them for you. They said you weren’t a roses kind of girl so I had to get the ones you liked” she handed them to you “ oh lucy they’re beautiful thank you” her eyes lit up as you took the flowers and kissed her on the cheek.

Putting the tulips in a vase with water before grabbing your bag and walking out with Lucy to whatever location she had chosen for you both.

When you got there it turned out to be a small restaurant down one of the back roads of Barcelona. Simple but cute. The food looked delicious and you were so excited to try it.“Order what u want, it’s on me” Lucy smiled and took u to a small table with a tag that said miss Lucy. “Lucy I can pay for myself” she shakes her head No and hands you a menu.

You order some kind of pasta with cheese sauce and garlic bread while Lucy orders pizza and breadsticks complete with a bottle of white wine to share between you.

After eating and having a little to drink while talking you and Lucy took a walk along the beach and went around the little shops that were still open. “Lucy this was so lovely”

She just smiles as you start to walk back to ur apartment. Something about being with Lucy feels right but you can’t think of what it actually means. You enjoy being with her but you can’t figure out weather you want to be with her or not.

When you get to your apartment you invite Lucy in and have a few drinks which ends up with both of you sleeping in the living room but not before the question lucy has been waiting to ask.

“Would you wanna go out again, maybe as girlfriends?”

“ I’ll have to think about that Luce” you give her a cheeky smile and she shakes her head

Maybe things will be ok with Lucy… maybe you could be together

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This might be part one of a few. Let me know what you think and anything you want me to write x

[tboybuck]

For the writing prompts I think 56 and 58 could be cute together ☺️

SO TRUE, those would go perfect together

56. "Just marry me already." 58. "Did I just say that out loud?"

"god, will you just... marry me already?"

there is no way steve heard that right. no way. eddie's got his mouth full of lasagna, pasta sauce smeared across his lips and chin, a fork in one hand and a breadstick in the other, mopping up sauce and cheese from his plate. with his mouth full like that, steve could have misheard him.

"what?" he asks anyway, his voice coming out a little breathless.

"oh fuck, did i just say that out loud?"

"did i... hear you right? did you just propose to me in our kitchen? over some fucking lasagna?"

"ah, fuck," eddie says, his shoulders slumping a little. he puts his fork down, shoves the last of the breadstick in his mouth, and swipes his napkin over the bottom half of his face. "listen. this wasn't how i wanted to do that."

he's still talking with his fucking mouth full. steve's head is swimming at the admissions and eddie is still talking with his mouth full.

"how... how did you want to do that? you want to do that?"

"yes, okay? yes. fuck. now it's..." eddie lets loose an explosive sigh. "now it's ruined. i was gonna wait. not long just, like. spring, probably. i swear to god i was gonna do it right, stevie. steak dinner, wine, fancy restaurant where you need reservations - all of it."

"you wanna marry me?"

"of course i wanna marry you. do you... do you wanna marry me?"

"yeah... yeah, i wanna marry you."

it takes steve by surprise, the honesty in his own words. for a long time, marriage was the goal. and then with the way life kept handing him monster after supernatural monster, steve figured he probably wouldn't live long enough to get married. and then... him and eddie... and eddie never really seemed like the marrying type. steve had resigned himself to never being able to have that.

and then robin and nance had that ceremony last year. it wasn't exactly... legally binding, but it got steve thinking again. it got steve thinking about him and eddie, a ceremony like robin and nancy's, tuxes and rings and vows and celebrating their love with all their friends.

and eddie's been thinking about it too apparently. holy shit.

"okay, so. i didn't do it right. but. steve, i wanna marry you. we can have a ceremony like -"

"like robin and nance," steve finishes, and eddie's face splits into a smile.

"yeah. sorry i didn't... do it right."

steve laughs. "who cares? when has any part of our relationship been traditional?"

"never," eddie smiles. "i love you."

"i love you too, eds."

"love me so much you're gonna be my husband."

"yeah. and you love me so much you're gonna be mine."

help me beat my writing slump

[the-californicationist]

Good Fences (Fluffuary #06)

FEB06: Acts of Devotion

You awoke the next morning to a loud banging outside your window. It was early enough that your alarm still hadn’t gone off. At first, you were scared, but when you glanced outside and saw the broad, strong back of your handsome neighbor, you were pleasantly surprised.

John was wearing suede working gloves with no shirt, wielding a hammer, and building something against the shared wall of your apartments. You slid the door ajar and wrapped your blanket around your shoulders to preserve what little modesty you had left for this man. 

“John?”

“Oh, sorry, love. Didn’t mean to wake you,” he smiled and began to affix another piece of wood to his creation. 

“What is this?”

“You were talkin’ about your tomatoes,” he said, not pausing his work, “Needin’ a trellis, innit that right?”

“Wow,” you took another look at his work and put a hand on his shoulder to get his attention. You needed him to hear your gratitude, “John, this is so kind of you. Thank you.”

He towered over you on the porch, and you realized how close you had been standing to him. John was looking down into your face, taking in your words, wrapping them up in his mind and saving them for later. 

He took a gloved hand and tilted your chin up just a bit, as if he might kiss you. You spent ages there, locked in his gaze, breathing the same air, feeling the wind on your cheek and his strong finger on your jaw. But, at the last moment, he turned away, going back to his work. 

You spent the better part of the day working. There were two students who really needed support, and you wanted to do your best for them. You were worn out, and as the afternoon faded away to the evening time, you’d forgotten that you had promised you’d make dinner tonight for John. It was a Wednesday, and those were always your days for dinner. 

When he showed up with a whiskey and a wine, you nearly burst into tears. You held it together, but barely. 

“John, today was an absolute shit show. I haven’t even had time to breathe, much less do dinner. And after you built my trellis for me; I feel terrible for letting you down. Can you please forgive me?”

“Don’t worry, love. I saw you workin’ while I was cleanin’ up outside, and I called Antonio’s an hour ago. Check the bag.”

He set all of his gifts down on your counter for you to inspect. You peered inside and saw what he had done. 

“Oh, my God,” you opened the bag he’d brought and there were two warm pasta carbonara dishes waiting for you. Breadsticks included. “John, you didn’t.”

“You’re busy savin’ the world, love. Feels good to be able to do somethin’ nice for you, if you’ll let me. I know I’m your neighbor, and I know that makes things complicated… but, I like you. And I like spending my time on you. Is that alright?”

You stepped into his space, just as you’d been standing on the porch, and you felt his heavy hands wrap around your waist, cradling you in his strong arms. Then, he cupped your cheek with a warm palm, holding your face up to his. His voice was a ragged whisper,

“If it’s not alright, you’ve gotta tell me now. ‘Cause I can’t stop thinkin’ about you.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him, crashing your lips against his. You felt him react almost immediately, smiling against your mouth, kissing you back. You felt his tongue slide against yours, opening you up to him, tasting you and holding you tightly. 

He only pulled away when you did. Smiling with you, and laughing a bit to himself,

“Bloody hell, I’ve been waiting for that, love.”

“Me, too,” you confessed. 

You were determined to show John how you truly felt about him, so the next day, you knocked on his door, packed and ready to take him on a whole slew of adventures just for him. You’d bought tickets to the local soccer match, and you’d booked an evening at a cigar bar downtown. You’d even planned a small picnic for lunch, but when he opened the door, you felt a lump in your throat. Something wasn’t right.

He was on the phone, and he held a finger to his lips, asking you for silence as you came into his apartment. You shut the door behind you as quietly as you could and sat with him on his couch. He was answering questions in yes and no statements, and you could tell he wanted to fill you in, so you waited patiently. 

Then, he hung up, and he threw his phone down on the coffee table with a loud thud. 

“Bad news, love.”

“What is it? Are you alright?”

He took your hands in his and sighed,

“I’ll be overseas for… work. But, I’ll be back here the moment it’s done.”

“Overseas? For how long?” You put your hands on his cheeks, studying his blue eyes for some answers.

He smiled, but it was a sad one,

“A while.”

When he kissed you this time, it felt like goodbye, and you prayed that it wasn’t.

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[pinkhor1zon]

our universe *ੈ✩‧₊˚

pairing - beomgyu x gn!reader

genre - tooth rotting fluff!! friends to lovers, comfort fic

warnings - food, slightly insecure reader, not really a warning but kep1ers young-eun makes a small cameo, lmk if there is anything else!!

wc: ~1.2k words

authors note: this is my first fic ever!! im quite nervous haha but feedback is welcome! 🙁🙏 loosely inspired by the song space kids by the poles and evening glow by wave to earth!! they are both featured in the fic ^^

synopsis: beomgyu takes you on your very first date at your favorite place and with your favorite food. but most importantly with him, your favorite person.

read under the cut !!

“how do i look?” you asked your best friend standing in front of you.

“you look absolutely beautiful!! his jaw will drop when he looks at you i promise,” young-eun gushed.

you felt flustered, not used to getting compliments. “thank you young-eun.”

“of course! now go, you don’t wanna keep him waiting!!” she exclaimed.

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you were in the elevator of your apartment complex, going down levels until you got to the lobby. you could feel your heart pounding rapidly. you were so nervous for this date with beomgyu. it was your first ever date and although your best friend assured you everything would go smoothly and that you looked great, you still had your doubts.

what if beomgyu ends up not liking me after this? what if i mess everything up? what if i actually don’t look great? all of these thoughts ran through your head over and over again.

the elevator dinged and the doors opened. you walked out into the lobby and then into the breeze outside. there beomgyu was in his car, waiting to pick you up. you knocked on the window. beomgyu turns to you automatically and smiles widely, motioning that the door is open.

you open the car door and give him a small smile. “hi gyu!” you say.

he grins a little, loving the nickname you called him. his friends would call him it but it just wasn’t the same. he loved it when you called him gyu.

“hi yn, you look stunning. ready to have the best date of your life?” he smirked.

also my first ever date, you thought, but chose not to speak on it.

“whatever you say gyu,” teasing him.

he rolls his eyes, “that’s what you say now but watch, it really will be.”

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he pulls into a parking spot smoothly and you both unbuckle your seat belts. getting out of the car, you admire the view. it was almost sunset.

beomgyu starts unloading the trunk taking out the picnic blanket, bag full of food and drinks, and speaker. you went up to him to help him but he shook his head and told you to get a spot for you two.

since you and gyu became friends, the beach has always your place. the sound of the waves, the nice breeze, and just the calmness it gave you; the beach was your healing spot. and gyu knew that better than anyone else.

it was the most perfect day since there was almost no one there. maybe a couple of people scattered, but you chose a spot where there was no one around. you walked into the sand and closed your eyes. there was just something about the beach that made you feel so at home, or maybe it was the person you related memories of the beach to?

opening your eyes, you called beomgyu, “gyu this is a good spot! you wanna put our stuff down here?”

he walked over to you and nodded. you took the picnic blanket out of his hold and laid it down on the sand. he placed the bag and speaker on top. you sat down on the blanket and opened up the bag. there were warm to-go boxes with pasta from you and gyu’s favorite restaurant, a bag of fresh breadsticks from that same place, two bottles of your favorite bottled milk tea, and two sets of utensils. you felt your chest warm up at the thought of him putting all this work in.

he sat down next to you, scooting over to take the goods out of the bag. while he did that, you connected your phone to the speaker and put your guys’ shared playlist on shuffle. evening glow by wave to earth started playing.

beomgyu had fully unpacked everything and smiled at you sheepishly, “i know it’s not very fancy but i hope you enjoy it. all your favorites for my favorite girl.”

you felt your face get hot. “gyu.. this means a lot to me. we could have a horrible date where everything goes wrong but i’d still love it because i’m with you. just being with you makes me happy.”

now it was his turn to get red. he looked away, now staring down at the pattern of the plaid blanket. “the same goes for you. i love the time we spend together.”

you turn to look at the beautiful view in front of you. the sky was orange with yellow streaks across it, the sun was setting.

“i might be full of flaws, but you will crave my heart.”

beomgyu speaks in a low voice, “yn..”

you turn to him and dear lord does he look beautiful. he’s now facing you, dark full eyes staring into yours and the sky’s orange light shining on his face.

“hm?” you barely manage to get out, so stunned by the sight.

he took your hands in his. “i like you. it’s probably quite obvious by now,” he pauses to chuckle, “but i really really like you. you are incredibly beautiful inside and out and i wanna be here to remind you that every day. i want to spend the rest of my life with you, every sunrise and every sunset. will you let me be yours and you, mine?”

you felt tears welling up in your eyes. you have never felt so loved before.

“wait! no please don’t cry..”

you giggled, “it’s not that.. i just love you so much.”

after you said that beomgyu went frozen.

“beomgyu..? you’re scaring me.”

he snapped out of his little zone. “no! i.. i just wasn’t expecting you to say love, but i love you too. i’ve loved you for so long yn.”

he wiped away your tears, looking at you with adoration. you spoke, “i want us to be each others too. in fact.. i’ve been wanting this for a while now.”

he pulled you into his embrace and you hugged him back. you both sat there holding each other for a long time, in your own world. just happy to be in the others arms, happy to finally be together.

evening glow ended and space kids by the poles started playing. gyu pulled away from the hug and looked at you with his signature toothy smile.

he questioned, “wanna dance?” you nodded in response, getting up together with your hands still intertwined.

“and i couldn’t say when this universe became ours. doesn’t matter, let’s sing and dance until we’re spent!”

you two swayed together in silly motions and laughed. gyu kept his grip on one of your hands and pulled you to the waves. he splashed you with water and stuck his tongue out.

“gyu.. you don’t even know what you’re starting right now!!” you splashed him back and grinned.

you spent the rest of the day devouring the food he brought, pointing out constellations in the night sky, and giggling at stupid little things. you loved beomgyu, and he loved you. all your doubts had been gone and you only saw him, your gyu. you both were truly in your own world together, your universe.

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[nex-is-sleeping]

Happy Valentines Day !

This post will be my Valentine's special, a huge load of headcanons for a lot of Sonic characters and maybe a little fic, idk- But without further ado, Lets go !!!

Sonic

•He would be really excited for Valentine's !!!

•The pet names he'd use are love/babe/baby

•Sonic is the type to take you out, like on a little romantic picnic.

•He'll make sure to bring your favorite food and drink ! And for himself obviously some Chili Dogs and Pepsi (His favorite drink is Pepsi bc I said so)

•After, You two will lay down and look at the clouds ! Or, if it's night, stargaze !!

•Today he will be spoiling you and you have no way of stopping him.

•He'd lavish you with compliments and affection

•"God, how did I end up with such a beautiful, handsome, pretty, amazing, and overall perfect partner ?"

•"I love you so much, babe !!!!"

•As I said before, it's puppy love 24/7 with Sonic

•He just loves you so so much- like he would do nearly anything for you.

Tails

•He'd be so stressed out to be honest 😭

•The petnames he'd use are darling/hun/honey

•Tails just wouldn't know what to do for you.

•So, he went to his best friend, Sonic, for help !

•Sonic wasn't much help either.

•In the end, he would make this mechanical heart that would open up, and inside the words are "I love you, Y/n !"

•Please compliment him on it !! He worked really hard on it and tried to make it perfect. Perfect is the only thing you deserve, nothing less !

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Knuckles

•Knuckles would have so many ideas !

•The petnames he'd use for you are babe/hun/sweetie/love

•You two could perhaps go to the theater ?

•Or or, a movie night at home !

•You two ended up at home, watching your favorite movie with your favorite snacks and drinks.

•Knuckles argued with the characters in the T.V. can you blame him ? They where going the wrong way !

•After the movie was over, you two built a pillow fort, and ended up sleeping together in it- JSKDKFKG

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Amy

•SHES BEEN PLANNING FOR WEEKS OMFG

•The petnames she'd use are love/darling

•Amy loves Valentine's day and it's also her favorite holiday !!

•She'd bake you your favorite pastry

•She had to make sure it was perfect ! Every little detail mattered if it was going to be given to you !

•She'd also spoil you- She would give you tons of presents !

•Not only with gifts though, with compliments too !

•"I love you so so so soooo much, darling !!"

•"I wouldn't trade you for the world !"

•She truly means everything she says and loves you with all of her heart <3

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Silver

•He'd take you out to a nice restaurant for sure !!

•The petnames Silver would call you are darling/my love/baby/sweets

•He'd take you to his favorite, Olive Garden he lives off of those breadsticks

•Order whatever you want ! It's his treat !!

•Silver will pay. No matter how much you insist, even if it's just a penny.

•You make him so nervous, but it's the best kind !

•He'd definitely sneak a bite off of your plate

•If you got spaghetti, he'd try to do the lady and the tramp thing, yk when they both eat one pasta noodle and end up kissing ? (He'd miserably fail)

•He'd give you so many kisses anyways ! Why ? Because you deserve it, dummy !!

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Blaze

•I headcanon her as aro, so I don't have much for her, sorry 😭

•Her petnames for you would be love/darling/treasure

•You guys always spend the day together on Valentine's because that's actually the day she asked you out !

•Her love language is gift giving, so be prepared to be overloaded with gifts-

•But her top thing is flowers ! All in purple, white, and in your favorite color !

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Shadow

•He'd prefer something just you and him

•His petnames for you are My Love/Babe/Starshine

•Shadow LOOVES cooking, but doesn't admit it.

•He'll surprise you with a dinner he made himself !

•Saying everything was perfect was an understatement to say the least, I mean, why wouldn't he make the best dinner for his love ?

•You will catch him several times throughout dinner staring at you

•"Why wouldn't I stare at the prettiest thing in the world ?"

(I MADE MYSELF SO FLUSTERED WRITING THAT LINE AAA)

•He literally did everything for you that day

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Rouge

•You two would have a date at home !

•Her petnames for you are sweetheart/babe/baby/jewel

•She would put on a playlist that she herself made

•And you two would slow dance together !

•She really wanted to do something that involved in you two getting close together, her love language is physical touch after all

•She did that little dip at the end of the playlist and kissed you, and WOAH

•"I had such a fun time tonight, my jewel, we should do this more often <3"

•You two ended up cuddling the rest of the night

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And that's all !! I really do hope you all enjoyed ! Have a great Valentine's day !!! And remember to request !!!

[vodika-vibes]

Just read some of your Bly stuff. Ahhhh love Bly.

So I have a request, you and Bly are best friends, and he thinks he likes General Secura, so he asks you for advice and you offer what you can despite the fact it kills you. He even goes on a date with the General and he realizes she's not who he wants. They both realize it's not what they want. All Bly wants is you.

You Make Me Happy, When Skies Are Grey

Summary: When Bly comes to you for advice on asking General Secura out on a date, you’re happy to help, even though every word rips your heart to shreds. You want him happy, even if that happiness isn’t with you.

Pairing: Commander Bly x F!Reader

Word Count: 1513

Warnings: Reader is heartbroken at the beginning

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: Sorry this too so long! I hope you like it! Also, I now have a super sad post-Order 66 continuation based off of this because I just had to name the story this.

You sit in your apartment, in the dark, your eyes locked on the ceiling. You trace the stars on the ceiling, while you try your hardest to ignore the burning in your eyes and the lump in your throat.

Three weeks ago, Bly came to you for advice on asking General Secura out on a date. 

Though it broke your heart, you still helped him. 

You planned the perfect first date for him and General Secura. From dinner to dancing to wrapping up at a local cafe that had a good first date ambiance. You even helped him out by buying him nice clothes for the event and giving him tips on good conversation starters that don’t revolve around the war.

You even gave him advice on the best way to ask her out, warned him about putting her on the spot and making her feel pressured to say yes.

And every word, every plan, added another crack to your fragile heart.

But, more than anything, you want him to be happy. And if his happiness comes at the expense of your own…well, so be it.

After all, Bly deserves someone as amazing as he is. Someone as gorgeous as he is. Bly and General Secura deserve each other, they’ll be great together. 

He deserves better than some IT girl. Especially some IT girl who was too nervous to admit her feelings towards him.

To give yourself some credit, your heart didn’t completely shatter until you got a comm late last night saying that he asked General Secura out on a date and she agreed, and that he was going out with her the following day.

Going out with her now.

You cried yourself to sleep last night. And you spent the whole day in bed today.

You’re allowed to be a little heartbroken. Just so long as you put the happy smile back on your face when Bly inevitably tells you how his date went.

You can be happy for him. You can.

Just…later.

You trace the constellations on your ceiling, and swallow hard to try and force the lump in your throat to go away. Bly helped you hang them when you moved into this apartment. He spent hours here, with you, helping you turn your house into a home.

You hoped…

Well, it doesn’t matter now, does it?

Annoyed, with the situation and with yourself, you push yourself up into a sitting position, and swing your legs off the bed. You’re going to shower, wash your hair, and then order your favorite pasta from the too expensive restaurant just down the street.

And then you’re going to watch your favorite animated movie from when you were a kid, and you’re going to ignore any comms that you get from Bly tonight, and you’ll be happy for him in the morning.

That decision made, you half-heartedly make your bed, and step into the fresher to start the water. 

45 minutes later, you don’t feel better, but you do feel a little more like you. And you absently drop on the couch to place your food order.

You order your favorite, and then scowl at the app that said that you needed to order more food for it to be delivered. 

“Dumb. Why is there a minimum delivery-” You bitch to the empty room, just in a bad mood in general, but you also order a second meal as well as some breadsticks and a dessert. 

At least you won’t have to worry about making dinner tomorrow.

You drop your datapad on the table, and turn to the holo. Time to find your favorite movie. You’re sure you saw it in here not that long ago-

An hour later, when you’re half way through the movie, there’s a knock on your apartment door. And you huff out a sigh as you push to your feet. It’s about time your dinner arrived, you’re starving.

You cross the apartment and push the button to open the door, “Thanks for the deliv-” You stop as you turn to look at the person on the other side of the door.

He is definitely not the delivery droid you’ve been waiting for.

“...Bly?”

Bly smiles at you, nervously. He looks nice, dressed up in the casual clothes that you bought for him, “Hey there, sunshine. Can I come in?”

You automatically move to the side, “I thought you were on a date?” You ask as he steps into your apartment and removes his shoes, “What happened?”

He glances at you, “Ah, yeah. Well, I was. And now I’m not.”

“It…” He walks deeper into your apartment and you allow the door to slam shut as you chase after him, “Bly, your reservation was half an hour ago-” You fret as you follow him into the living room.

“Yeah, I know.”

“You did show up, right?”

Bly’s gaze is directed to the cartoon on the holo, “Having a bad night, sunshine?”

“I…what?”

“You told me once that this is your Bad Day movie.” Bly clarifies, as he turns to look at you, a small frown crossing his face as he scans your face, “Sunshine, have you been crying? Your eyes are red.” He says as he steps closer to you and lightly tilts your head back so he’s able to see your face better.

You blink at him, “Bly! What’s going on? What are you doing here?”

“Ah. Right.” He releases your chin and takes a step back, “I did go to the restaurant with General Secura, at the time for the reservation, and we sat down and…” He trails off.

“...and? And what?”

“It didn’t feel right.”

“Bly, you’re not making sense. I did all of that work for you-” You seethe, “And you couldn’t even stay for the whole dinner-?”

He holds up his hands to try and calm you, “I realized, as I was sitting there with General Secura, that I didn’t want to be there with her.”

You blink at him, twice, “You’re kidding.”

“I’m not.”

“Okay, I hope you didn’t tell her that? That’s so mean.”

Bly laughs, “She also told me that being there with me felt awkward and weird.”

“Oh. I’m sorry-”

“Don’t be. She helped me figure out who I did want to be there with.”

You feel a sharp pang of hurt, though you do your best to make sure that he doesn’t see it. “Okay. So you need my help to ask this new person on a date?”

“No. I don’t, actually.” Bly replies, his gaze still locked on your face, “Sunshine, why were you crying.”

“I…watched a sad movie.” You lie, badly.

Bly takes a step towards you and very gently reaches out to brush his fingers against your cheek, “You’re a terrible liar.”

“Yeah. I know.” You mutter, “It…it’s not important, Bly. Really.”

“It’s important enough to make you cry.” Bly counters.

“Bly-”

“Is it my fault?”

You stare at him, stunned, “I…wha-...why would you ask me that?”

“It is then.” Bly murmurs, “I didn’t think…” He rubs a hand over his head, “You seemed so happy to help-”

You sigh, “I want you to be happy, Bly. No matter what.”

“And…what about your happiness?”

“Unimportant, in the grand scheme of things.” You say with an awkward shrug. A moment later, the doorbell rings, and you pull away from him to get your food from the delivery droid.

You tip the droid, and take the food, before you return to the living room, and set the bag of food on the table. “Um, so I have extra food, if you want some. They changed the minimum for delivery-” You trail off when you see the look on his face, and you shift nervously.

He looks mad. Like you said something to make him angry.

“Bly?”

His gaze locks with yours and he smiles. He steps closer to you and lightly taps your chin, “Sunshine,” Bly almost coos, “I’m going to kiss you now.”

“You…wha-” Your words are cut off by the gentle press of his lips against yours. The kiss is very chaste, very respectful, and Bly breaks the kiss soon after he instigates it, and he presses his forehead against yours.

His dark eyes scan your face again, and then he smiles wryly, “That was inappropriate of me, I suppose.”

You blink at him, dumbly, “...you can be more inappropriate with me. If you want.” You offer shyly.

He grins at you, “I might just take you up on that offer…later.” His lips graze yours, and he pulls back, “But how about, we eat this food you bought us and restart this movie and turn this into our first date.”

“...you want to date me?” You ask.

“Is that so surprising?”

“But I-”

He raises his eyebrows, “Yes?”

“General Secura is so much prettier than me-”

“I disagree. And even if she was,” Bly says, “You’re my Sunshine. How could I possibly be happy without you by my side?”

Your face heats, “...I’d like to date you,” You whisper.

“Great! Then let’s start now!”

[caddyheron]

Mean Girls food preference hcs

I have a fun time making silly mundane hcs. I copy and pasted these, then changed a little, from the discord server.

Cady: Enjoy chicken wings so much more than anyone would assume she does. They’re so messy, but they’re so good. Other than that, she mostly enjoys anything. Preference for meat with a meal and really likes cake, not the biggest fan of vegetables of any kind, but will eat them if she Has to. Hates buffets. Fucking hates buffets. Also loves the most random insane candy Janis can find for her to try, unless it’s sour, won’t eat sour food.

Janis: Favourite food is burgers with everything on them, really likes salad vegetables on the burgers and sauces. She loves diner-style food, so milkshakes and fries too. Enjoys very sweet drinks, says she likes black coffee but her favourite is frappes that barely have any coffee in them. Probably drinks an excess of monster energy too. Also cannot cook even a little bit. Unless it’s noodles.

Damian: Loves pizza but will mostly eat anything. He and Janis go to a specific diner all the time and it’s theirs and they always order the same thing. He’s similar in preference to Janis with drinks, but doesn’t like coffee and chocolate together. Often has candy bars or granola bars or little bags of candy in his bag at any given time for either himself, Janis or Cady.

Regina: Canonically likes cheese fries. These are the only things she’d eat in school. Mostly sticks to salads when she’s out with other people for a long time until she’s more comfortable. Enjoys yoghurts but not Greek yoghurt because it just doesn’t taste right. Drinks iced coffees with occasional sugar free vanilla syrup. Enjoys frozen fruit over non-frozen fruit as a little treat. Struggles a lot with eating enough and never has good food in the house because of her mom.

Karen: Very sensory seeking when it comes to foods and loves things that have texture to them. So she eats a lot of salads with iceberg lettuce, baby carrots etc. Enjoys candy a lot too, but nothing that’s too sticky or sticks to her mouth like caramel. Hates pastas that aren’t al dente or rawer and cannot stand lasagne ever at all. If the sauce is too much, she won’t eat it. Doesn’t really enjoy coffee or any hot drinks, but sometimes might drink a milkshake.

Gretchen: Really loves pasta. Loves pasta so much. She especially loves white sauces over marinara type sauce and eats it with garlic bread or breadsticks. Gets cesear salads often, but isn’t actually the biggest fan of them, she just eats them. Not a big drinker of sweet drinks and coffee makes her more anxious, but she still drinks it if she has to. Probably enjoys iced herbal teas when she gets around to trying them. Snacks mostly on plain nuts and bland chips, foods with too much flavour make her feel too much sometimes.

Aaron: Bland. He eats soups a lot, they’re easy to make and easy to eat. As well as grilled cheeses, sometimes some plain pasta and cheese, and he orders lasagna when he’s out. Quite good at cooking, but not great at baking, but he will make chocolate chip cookies sometimes. Mostly drinks water and occasionally coke or hot coffee, doesn’t drink it cold. Much like Gretchen, too strong of flavours make him feel too much. Sticks just to crackers if things are really bad because other food will make him nauseous.

Idk why I haven’t posted these before, it’s not solid hcs, it’s just the general vibes of what they enjoy. Feel free to ask for elaboration!

[vhaerath]

Here is an ask to replace the disappeared ask. What are you tired of people trying to convince you is great?

I neglected this ask for a while because I didn't have a good answer to it, and now my computer is suffering from panic attacks (a screaming fan) so I've not much to do on this Sunday morning apart from post on my phone and feed my dogs so you're going to have to forgive me for my insufferably-typed and ill-proofread phoneposting, Peri.

I was going to type this big screed about how fucking tired I am of people squealing excitedly about War, and this glorified ideal of noble underdog warriors fighting a lopsided guerilla conflict against a great enemy spectre. But that's a little too serious and I got a little too verbose. Now that it's out of my system, let's talk about something else.

Fast-food pizza sucks. Domino's, Papa John's, Little Ceasar's, Pizza 73 (do they have that in America?), whatever: it all sucks. If you want an injection of bread, cured meats, cheese, and oil, then you could get better portions and more sensible prices by buying cheesy breadsticks. Domino's even has cheesy bread that you could get pepperoni on!

I'm a pretentious aesthete who was raised on "wholesome, home-cooked" food by my mother. While this has good consequences for my general health, it has had disastrous consequences for my emotional well-being where if I am given enough oven/microwave meals (by my dad, I should clarify) I begin to go insane. This also means that whenever I need to order out or want to order out I will go to an actual restaurant, far more expensive than being satisfied with cheap pizza. The exception is Tim Horton's on a good day, sometimes A&W, and even then I am annoyingly specific about what I like and don't like. Still, I stand by my opinion that you're not getting pizza for green peppers and olives, you're getting pizza for the aforementioned carb-foods, so cut out the middleman and buy cheesy bread for less.

Humourous side-anecdote: My mom loves chocolate, like I do. However, in my youth she liked baking these "healthy brownies", which were sort of brownie-shaped """pastries""" consisting of like, quinoa flour, a bit of cocoa powder, no white sugar, and maybe a pinch of brown sugar. These totally sucked ass if you approached them from any perspective of dessert but I would accept them in my lunch as they were something to chew on. Sitting amongst my friends one day in seventh grade, I asked if anyone wanted the "healthy brownies" mom had made, which one of my friends eagerly accepted. She took one bite and spluttered dry, unsweetened cocoa powder abomination crumbs everywhere.

My mom is a good cook otherwise though, except she doesn't salt her pasta water and overcooks porkchops.

[greg-montgomery]

champagne problems

pic by: @masterwords

my bestie @ssamorganhotchner had a delicious angsty idea so this is it <3

angst - no happy ending

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

You can still recall every second of that night.

Aaron’s arm around your waist pulled you against him as he leaned in and took your lips in his. You could feel his smile against you and it made you smile too.

“What’s up with you today?” you giggled, your hand cupping his cheek so you could look into his eyes.

“Nothing,” he murmured and stole another kiss from you. “I’m just in love.”

You hid your face in the crook of his neck, shy from his romantic words.

“Oh my God!” you heard Penelope’s familiar voice and a moment later you felt her hand on your arm. “Your dress is gorgeous.”

“You’re gorgeous!” you grinned at her, lifting your head from Aaron’s shoulder and walking straight to her now open arms.

Still in her embrace, you couldn’t see her face, and missed the way she winked at Aaron when he tapped his palm against his pocket, reassuring her that their plan was going great.

“Kids, what are you still doing in there?” David’s voice came from his garden. “The food is gonna get cold.”

“We’re coming,” Aaron yelled, taking your hand and leading the way out.

When Rossi had said he was throwing a dinner party, you had thought it would be one of his famous pasta nights. Instead you found a garden decorated with fairy lights and a table full of expensive food and champagne bottles.

“Damn, what’s the occasion?” you said, grateful that Aaron pulled out a chair for you as you were distracted by the decorations.

“I’m rich,” David shrugged. “Why not spoil my friends?”

“No complaints from us,” Derek laughed.

“None at all,” Emily added, already taking a few bites out of a breadstick.

It seemed like everyone was in a good mood, and most of all, your boyfriend. Of course, you were happy about it, but it felt like you were not involved in an inside joke. Like everyone knew something you didn’t.

Left out, was the word. You somehow felt left out on the same evening that everyone’s attention seemed to be on you. You just didn’t know why.

Soon, the champagne bottles were open and your friends’ laughter filled the air around you. With their drinks in hand, they urged you to join them dancing, so you pulled Aaron by his hand to slow dance with him.

He looked so handsome, every line of his face begging to be kissed by you. You told him so, before kissing the spot behind his ear that always made him melt.

“Hey, easy now,” he whispered.

“Your new cologne has been driving me crazy,” you said, low enough so no one else would hear. “I want you.”

“Don’t worry,’ he said, softly, pressing his lips against your temple. “I have big plans for tonight.”

“You do?” you raised your eyebrow with a playful smile.

“Mhm…” he smirked and without dropping your left hand, he distanced himself from you, enough so he could get down on one knee.

You blinked slowly at him, realizing what he was about to do.

Breathing didn’t feel effortless anymore, and the feeling of everyone’s eyes suddenly on you got unbearable.

You looked down, finding the man you loved, staring at you with adoration. You saw a ring in his hand, sparkling, and waiting to be around your finger.

You saw a man you’d be proud to call your husband.

But you also saw a young girl who hadn’t figured out her life yet, being a wife to a grown up man who had already lived most of his. You saw a little boy calling you his mom, when you still felt like a kid yourself. You saw a life you weren’t ready for.

“Y/N…” Aaron said, maybe too focused on his speech to read your panicked expression. “You are the love of my life. My best friend, my partner, and the person I wanna spend the rest of my life with. There’s no one else I can imagine having by my side in this life. Will you do me the honor of becoming my Mrs. Hotchner?”

The silence from you was deafening even with that romantic song playing in the backround. You saw Aaron’s expression shift, as he realized that the ‘yes’ he was expecting was never coming.

“I can’t,” you whispered. “I’m so sorry, Aaron.” You pulled your hand away, letting Aaron’s drop to his side. “I can’t.”

You left him there, rushing back to your seat so you could grab your purse, wanting nothing more than to disappear. You didn’t dare to look at anyone’s faces, knowing you’d only see pure shock and judgment.

You cried in the back of a taxi all the way home, struggling to remember where you had last seen your suitcase, certain you’d be using it soon.

—

You look down at the phone in your hands.

“Yes, yes, a million times yes!” a lovely woman’s voice comes from your device. You watch as she lets Aaron slip a ring on her finger, and throws herself on him; a huge grin on her face just like on everyone else’s in that room. “Our boss man finally settled down. I love love <3” is Penelope’s caption on her post. You didn’t have the heart to unfollow her like you had everyone else from the bau. Well, she was the only one who hadn’t done it first to you anyway.

You hesitate to double tap on your screen to show your joy over your ex’s engagement. You’re not sure that’s how you feel. You’ve been thinking of him a lot, but - judging from the video you just watched - he isn’t.

[nyoomfruits]

got tagged by @ocontraire to post a snippet from a current wip, so here's a snippet from the landoscar fake married au (yeah no you didn't misread that they do actually pretend to be married in this fic. by actually getting married. its a long story)

tagging @eisenberg @charlescoded @fueledbyremembering @celientjeee :)))

A clattering noise from somewhere in the apartment shakes Lando out of his thoughts and he lifts himself out of his chair, putters towards the kitchen, where Oscar is putting the last of the groceries away.

He’s taken off his suit jacket and tie, and rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt. He’s run a hand through his hair so it’s not sticking in every which direction anymore, and he’s taking off his dress shoes, moving through the kitchen in a pair of race car patterned socks Lando got him for his birthday this year.

“Hey,” he says, when Lando appears in the doorway. “Did you think about what you wanted for dinner yet? I have chicken, so I can make you that pasta dish you like, or maybe some kind of wrap? I think I have an avocado in here somewhere, I can make some Guac.” Oscar riffles through the bag as he talks, and emerges holding an avocado, sending Lando a triumphant smile.

Lando raises an eyebrow at him. The smile turns into a frown. “Absolutely not,” Oscar says. “Lando. I got all these groceries!” Lando wiggles his eyebrows at him. “No. Come on. Pick a dish.” Oscar brandishes the avocado at him like that’s somehow going to change his mind.

It isn’t. Lando pouts at him. “Please?” He says, because he’s not above playing dirty to get what he wants.

There’s a stalemate, a moment of silence where Oscar just glares at him, avocado still in hand. Then he sighs, very deeply, and puts the avocado in the fruit bowl on the corner of the counter. “Fine. But I get to pick the restaurant. And we’re eating an actual home cooked meal tomorrow.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Lando says, waving vaguely in Oscar’s direction as he takes his phone out of his pocket and opens the UberEats app. “Okay, pick. No fish.”

Oscar rolls his eyes as he starts packing the rest of his groceries away. “Don’t worry, way ahead of you. I was thinking that Italian place? With the breadsticks.”

Lando, who was only a little nervous about Oscar’s restaurant choice, perks up. “I love breadsticks,” he says, scrolling through the app.

“I know,” Oscar says, moving past Lando to put some stuff in the fridge. “How was your mum, by the way?”

Lando groans as he drops down at their little kitchen table, sprawling himself over the surface. “Ever since cousin Cecilia’s wedding she’s gotten it in her head that I need to get married to live like, a happy satisfied life. So she keeps pestering me about it, about how I need to find a nice boy to settle down with.”

Oscar makes a ‘hm’ noise. “But you don’t want to,” he says, head mostly buried in their snacks cupboard as he tries to make everything fit.

“It’s just annoying, that she can’t see I’m happy the way I am right now, you know? I have enough money to do whatever I want, I have the apartment, I have you,” he snorts. “Maybe I should just marry you. That would surely get my mom of my back.”

There’s a clattering noise as a packet of Oreo’s tries to make a break for it and hits Oscar square in the nose, making him stagger back a little with a strangled noise. Lando laughs, and picks his phone back up, scrolling through the options of the restaurant.

“Yeah,” Oscar says, when he’s retrieved the packet of Oreo’s from the floor. He opens his mouth to say something else, maybe, but Lando interrupts him, waving his phone around. “Let me guess,” he says. “You want the Chicken parm?”

“Hm, yeah, sure,” Oscar says, but he seems distracted, deep in thought. He does that sometimes, where he gets so entangled in his own brain that he barely registers what’s going on around him. Usually it’s right before he makes a breakthrough on something for work. Lando decides to leave him to it and orders the chicken parm.

And extra breadsticks.

[panickinganakin]

stepping stones to hell ch.16 (a ronance fic)

all previous chapters of this fic can be found here!

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Before they had left the hotel Nancy had called in an order at a restaurant on the way. “When I said we wanted a large sized pasta I didn’t think it would be family sized,” she said. There were two huge plastic containers almost spilling over with fettuccine and cheese ravioli.

“This is perfect,” Robin sighed happily. She grabbed the paper to-go bag and pulled out another container. “Breadsticks,” she smelled the box and grinned. “This is going to be the best dinner ever.”

”Good thing they packed us paper plates,” Nancy handed Robin one along with a plastic fork.

They both put some of each pasta on their plate and Robin poured them each a glass of wine. She passed a plastic cup to Robin who nodded in thanks. The sky was turning pink and orange as the sun began to go down. Today had been perfect and now she was getting to watch a sunset and meteor shower with Nancy. Even though she knew tomorrow was going to be difficult she was so thankful for the time they had now.

“Who was your first crush?” Nancy asked, passing Robin a fork.

“Oh, the big questions, huh?” Robin tilted her head to the side. It was difficult to say because she had a crush on two girls very specifically starting freshman year. “Tammy Thompson and Chrissy Cunningham.”

Nancy clapped her hands together excitedly, “Tammy and Chrissy! Oh I love that so much! Did you ever confess to them?”

“No way! Imagine the scandal that would have caused. Although one time the band was playing at a basketball game and there was a routine the cheerleaders did with the band like a chant? Do you remember?”

“Yes! The get fired up, I remember. Keep talking,” she said excitedly.

“Well there was one time Chrissy was facing me for the entire routine and when they finished and walked back to the sideline she turned around to smile at me one last time. Oh man, I went home and wrote her a letter on how she was the love of my life.”

“Didn’t slip it in her locker? Not even anonymously?” Nancy gave a fake pout.

Robin shook her head, “I almost did! I had it in my hand and right when I was about to step up to her locker she and Jason were suddenly there. She was giggling and he was sticking his yucky lips on her. I burned the letter that night.”

Nancy tilted her head giving Robin a thoughtful look, “I kissed Barb once,” her voice was soft now. It was more of a bittersweet confession.

Robin laid her hand on top of Nancy's, giving her a half frown. She didn’t want to ask questions because she knew this had to be hard for her. Barb had died so young and Steve had told Robin about that night before. She wasn’t sure if that wasn’t something anyone could get over especially her best friend and probable crush?

“Yes. I had realized that I didn’t just like guys. I had a major crush on Barb and as far as I knew… Well, she had never said she didn’t like girls, you know? One day we were arguing about some stupid math quiz and I just grabbed her and kissed her.” There was a sad look on Nancy’s face as she continued, “We just sort of stared at each other in shock. She never mentioned it after that so I figured I made the wrong choice. I tried to pretend it never happened just like she did and moved on. That’s when I dated Steve.”

The wind picked up, rustling the leaves of the trees around them. Nancy took a long drink from her plastic cup then sighed. “A few months after she died I asked her mother if I could look for a jacket I lost. When I was in her room I found her diary hidden in her closet in an old shoe box.” Her voice cracked as she closed her eyes, a single tear running down her cheek. “She had written about the kiss and how it felt magical. She had said it was everything she dreamed of but she couldn’t say it out loud. When I started dating Steve the diary entries sort of stopped.”

Robin rubbed Nancy’s arm softly, “I am so sorry for what happened to her, Nancy. I wished I could have known her better.”

Nancy nodded quickly, forcing a smile. “You would have loved her. The two of you would have bickered like no tomorrow and I would have loved to watch it.”

They finished eating in a comfortable yet bittersweet silence, watching the colors of the sky swirl together as it turned purple then a dark blue into black. After they packed away the leftovers, Robin poured them each another glass of wine. “Do you have anything planned for work?” She asked Nancy who had just fluffed her pillow to lie down.

“I’m still trying to set something up with Max. She has a lot of changing deadlines with her work. But, we are looking for about a month out because she’s going to have two weeks off work. That is if her current project finishes on time.

“What’s she working on?” Robin laid back beside Nancy, pulling the extra blanket over them.

“I’m not sure. She said she can’t talk about it just yet but maybe by the interview she can. If I hold out on publishing her article until an official announcement that could also help. I’ll probably have to sign a couple of NDAs or something but it’s nothing I haven’t done before.”

”So sophisticated Nancy Wheeler.”

Nancy gave a sheepish grin then sighed. “I know you said before you weren’t sure what you would have done if you hadn’t started touring but what do you think you’d do now? Like if the band decided to call it quits?”

Robin shook her head, “That’s hard to even imagine. Everyone is so close and we all get along. I know we are very lucky for that so it’s a hard scenario to picture. But, I guess if the music and shows were to go away today perhaps I would still try something in film. I don’t know if it would ever go anywhere but I could try at least. I also do think I’d love to own a studio though. Like where kids could come to learn and play whatever instrument they want. I believe Chicago is a perfect place for that too. And I’m not talking about some fancy place but somewhere everyone is welcome. I do think my heart is with music now, funnily enough.” And it was funny to Robin. Sure she was in band and had cared about that but it had never been her calling. Marching band wasn’t even something she imagined herself continuing past high school and now music was her whole life. All by chance.

“That sounds really nice. I think that if I gave up the magazine I’d still find some sort of woman’s work. I don’t think I could ever try working for a bunch of men again. It’s impossible.” Her hand shot up in the air, “You missed it! Pay attention!”

Robin whipped her head back up toward the sky and looked around. She needed to actually pay attention. Which was very hard to do with the prettiest girl she knew beside her. “The stars are so different out here,” she offered. The sky was so clear Robin felt like she could actually see the balls of gas twinkling.

“It’s breathtaking,” Nancy said quietly beside her.

Robin nodded in agreement, looking around, trying to spot constellations as easily as Nancy could. “When is the next full moon?” Robin knew that Nancy would know the answer because of her journal.

“The thirtieth of this month. Then the thirtieth again of October. Just in time for Halloween.”

Robin sat up quickly. “Nancy! Halloween is next month!”

Nancy raised an eyebrow at her, “Yes it does typically fall on October thirty-first.”

“No! I mean yes, but no. This will be my first Halloween home in six years! We have to have a party or do something fun!” She looked at Nancy who was still looking at her with a raised brow but now had a smirk on her face. “It’s my absolute favorite holiday!”

”Perfect! Mine is Christmas but I do love Halloween. We definitely will do something. I’ll make sure not to book anything that day!” Her smile grew into something more mischievous, “We should coordinate costumes.”

”That would be perfect! Maybe we can talk Steve and Eddie into having a party. Their house is bigger than mine.”

”I’ve not been to their house but I’m assuming it’s bigger than mine as well. Plus my landlord is weird about having a lot of cars parked in the driveway.”

”Isn’t that what a driveway is for?” Robin laid back down, shifting herself so she could prop her head on Nancy’s stomach.

Nancy started to run her fingers gently through Robin’s hair. “That is the function of it, yes but he’s my neighbor so he would probably come raising hell.”

”Fair enough. Not our places then. It won’t be hard to talk Eddie into it. For all we know he may already be planning a party.”

”Actually, he probably is. Does he make Steve dress up with him?” Nancy questioned, still running her fingers through Robin’s hair absentmindedly.

”Oh, for sure. They’ve done Rocky and Dr Frank-N-Furter, oh, last year Steve was Beetlejuice and Eddie was Lydia. That was the best one they’ve done yet.”

”I wish I could have seen that! I bet Eddie looked so fucking good. Ooooh, what are we gonna do?”

”Hm,” Robin hummed thoughtfully. “How do you feel about Princess Leia? I can be Han Solo.”

”That sounds perfect! You’re gonna look so good as Han.”

Robin felt herself blush, “Maybe we can participate in a ‘hottest couple costume contest’. I’m sure we’d win.”

”So we’re a couple?” Even though Nancy had sass in her tone Robin didn’t miss the way her voice shot up on the word couple. She had been trying to figure this out just as much as Robin herself.

Were they? It seemed like not that much time had gone by since the interview they had together but then again so much had happened since then. Everything had changed as well. Was it too soon to put a label on things? Could giving whatever they were a title make the fact they’d be juggling long distance even harder? Both of them were young it seemed silly to not just do what they wanted.

“I think we are whatever you want us to be Nancy Wheeler.”

Nancy’s fingers stopped, leaving the palms of her hands pressed against the top of Robin’s hands. “Can I be vulnerable?”

Robin nodded, encouraging her to continue.

“I am so scared, Robin. I haven’t been this happy in a very long time nor have I felt this way before. The thought of becoming something more than friends is horrifying. Or course I have feelings for you but I’m also genuinely so scared. You’ll tour more. I’ll have jobs I have to fly out for and I just don’t know how we will manage to make this work. I want more than anything for it to be possible but I’m scared of how bad losing you will hurt.”

Robin turned, inching herself up so she was next to Nancy, nose to nose nearly. “I’m scared too, Nance. Terrified, if I’m being honest. I want to be with you. It’s all I think about. Being together, spending time with one another… My thoughts are about you so often everyday I know things are different. I also know things are hard because of our jobs. So, maybe we don’t use a label? Maybe we just see where it goes? Who knows what could happen. If you don’t want to be my girlfriend that’s okay.”

Nancy pressed her lips against Robin’s, causing her to hold her breath. She was always saying too much even when being honest mattered most. “Okay.” She said after pulling away.

“Okay?”

“Yeah, okay. Let’s just see what happens.”

Stars streaked through the sky, leaving streams of green and blue and Robin could do was squeeze Nancy’s hand a little harder. Letting things take their course was a good thing but for some reason Robin had a lump in her throat. Could the two of them actually make it work?

[cheeseburgersinparadise]

Thinking of begging my husband to give in and have a huge binge with me tonight. I want him to get me super drunk on soju and order us pizzas, wings, pasta, breadsticks, aaallll of ittttt 💖💖💖

HELL YEAH tell your husband to call me - I’ll convince him that what you outlined is the best way to spend an evening 😁

Also, I love having nights like that. Sometimes if my partner and I decide we’re doing takeout, I’m always like “so…..how nasty do you wanna get tonight” and then order a bunch of shit we don’t need. then we get high and eat food and watch tv and talk and laugh and it’s so wonderful.

I hope you get your wish!!!

[sunlitsorrows]

i just

i just got followed by

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is this a bot? or a new user born with the perfect sense of humor for this environment? half expecting one of those emoji filled messages but it’s all

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like the joke about sirens singing to ace sailors about pasta

and now i’m sore tempted to set up an rp account as a bot that spams people with those kinda of messages but links to healthy/easy food recipes….