Figuring out my mental health and finding ways to manage it has been a weird (sometimes hard) journey ngl, but it's eye opening in a positive way to get help and also learn about what's been going on with me for so long lol.
Back to back pics of Ms. Hailey Kilgore both as Eurydice in Hadestown the musical (early 2025)! 🌹💜🎶 And as Taylor Thompson in 911: Nashville's debut season (late 2025)! 💜✨🎶
this account is no longer active for writing!! sorry guys ! ( ´_⊃｀）
from so long ago, but, here are some of my fav fics I made! they’re pretty silly but I hope you enjoy them ᨶ႒ᩚ
ft. noah from twd & a silly fic of the minecraft movie…
Worry
Pairing; Noah twd x F!reader
Word Count; 607
Warnings; none! this is just a small fluff story about Noah being worried (MY SHAYLAAAA)
A/N; Hiiii!!! I don’t think i’ve seen a fic about noah so I just decided to make one. this post was kind of rushed, so don’t mind if the aesthetic is off !
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The small group had gathered near the gates, preparing to leave for who knows how long. Rick, Michonne, Glenn, and you. Your team was strong, capable, and experienced. Ready for anything that was thrown at them. But none of that mattered to Noah, who stood a few feet away, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, his jaw clenched. His eyes, usually so soft and full of light when they looked at you, were clouded with what looked like fear. Noah was new to the group, but he knew how strong you and your group were. Nevertheless he still couldn’t help but worry.
You adjusted the straps on your backpack, glancing over at him. “Noah?” you called softly, stepping away from the group and heading toward one of the walls surrounding Alexandria, where he was working. He didn’t look at you immediately, his gaze fixed on some distant point beyond the walls, as if he could will the world into being safer.
“Hey,” you coaxed again, reaching out to gently touch his arm. The contact made him flinch, causing your eyebrows to pinch together. His eyes finally met yours, a storm within them. A whirlwind of emotions he couldn't put into words.
“You don’t have to go,” he said, his voice low, almost a whisper. “Rick can take care of it. You don’t have to—”
“Noah,” you cut him off gently, but firmly. “You know why I’m going. They need me. We all need the supplies. I’ll be with Rick, Michonne, Glenn. I’ll be fine.”
He shook his head, his hands balling into fists at his sides. “You don’t know that. Nobody’s fine out there. Anything could happen. Walkers, other people…” His voice broke slightly, and he took a shaky breath. “I can’t lose you too. After Atlanta I–” He shook his head, looking away.
The weight of his words hit you like a punch to the gut. Noah had lost so much already—his family, his home, his hope, piece by piece. Even having to see his little brother as a walker. And now he was terrified of losing you, the one steady thing left in his life. It wasn’t fair to him, but you couldn’t stay behind and let fear dictate your actions.
You stepped closer, cupping his face in your hands and caressing his cheeks with your thumbs. He leaned into your touch, his eyes shutting for a moment as he fought to keep his emotions in check.
“I know you’re scared,” you started softly. “I’m scared too. But I have to do this. For all of us. For you. And I promise, I’ll do everything I can to come back to you. Okay? Nothings gonna happen to me.”
His hands will cover yours, his grip firm but trembling. His eyes fluttered open, and a tear slid down his cheek. “You have to come back,” he whispered, grip tightening slightly. “I don’t think I can survive losing you too.”
Your throat tightened, but you managed a small, reassuring smile. “I will. I promise.”
The sound of car engines starting up broke the moment, signaling it was time to go. You reluctantly pulled your hands away, but Noah caught one of them, holding it tightly for a second longer. His gaze bore into yours, desperate and pleading.
“Be careful,” he said. It wasn’t just a request, it was a plea.
I will,” you promised again before finally stepping back and turning to join the group. As the gates opened and you stepped out into the unknown, you felt the weight of his stare on your back, a tether that would pull you home no matter what.
I… am Steve
Pairing : Steve x Garret from the Minecraft movie
Word Count : 654
Warnings : none!
A/N : I may have gotten a little bored… but hello there!! so, after seeing the Minecraft movie TWICE, I decided to write something stupid about these guys!! YOU CANT TELL ME THERE WASNT ANY TENSION BC THERE WAS. also I love muh luh muh and I wrote this at 3 in the morning.. anywho the theme dividers were from @thecutestgrotto !!
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The night following their return from the overworld.
Steve had visited his new friend, Garett ‘the Garbage man’ Garrison’s, home. Blasting rock music while they ate breakfast pizza, reminiscing on their journeys in the overworld. “Hey, Gar Gar?” Steve announced over the music while munching on some tots. Garett cranked down the music, angling his head toward Steve with a raised eyebrow. “Yeah, mi hombre?” He replied in a butchered accent. Steve’s lips pursed as he set down his plate, looking anywhere but Garret.
“I was a little devastated after you ‘died’...”
Garret gazed at the other man with a puzzled expression, “Why? I thought you hated me.” A gruff chuckle broke from his lips.
“What? I could never hate you, I just…” Steve huffed, slightly shaking his head as he tried to describe what he felt. “Yeah, I was disappointed about the whole diamond thing, but after everything I knew you were trying to do what's best.” He lifted his gaze to Garrets. Their eyes locked as he continued to speak. “I didn’t have time to process everything because I was finally reunited with Dennis, and I had to prepare the rest of the group to fight–”
Garret cut off Steve as he rambled, speaking up himself. “So, you missed me?” Garret almost teased, setting down his own plate of breakfast pizza. Steve smiled, a blush creeping up on his cheeks, “Maybe a little.”
Garret smirked, scooting a little closer to Steve. He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees, never breaking eye contact. “Man to man, you are the bravest person I have met… besides me. I think you’re the first person that I have connected with on this level. Thank you for bein’ my friend after everything.” He stated, but Steve didn't seem to look so happy about that.
“Friend?” Steve murmured, a woeful look in his eyes. “Isn’t that what we are, mi amigo?” Garret's smirk faded a bit as he examined Steve's face.
“I just thought…” he trailed off, “never mind,” Steve extended his arm to turn up the music, but Garret’s large hand stopped him. His fingers grazed against the man's wrists.
“Steve,” Garret’s voice was a little more stern. Sure he could be kinda dense sometimes, but he wasn't an idiot. Especially not when it came to Steve. “You thought?”
“I thought we could be more than just ‘amigos’,” Steve's gaze had turned into one of longing, one that Garret had not seen before. Garret's eyes searched Steve’s as silence filled the room
“The way you touched my face because you thought we would never see each other again, I’ve never been touched like that before.” Steve's words felt heavy on his tongue, but he needed to get this off his chest. “And the way we made that full man sandwich? Gar Gar… tell me you feel the same.” He pleaded.
“I do.” Garret shook his head, his lips parting. “You’ve had my heart since you said ‘I… am Steve’,” and with that the two men embraced each other. A single tear shedding from Steve's eye. “God, you are strong,” Steve said with an emotional undertone in his voice. Garret squeezed him tighter in response.
Garret was the first one to pull away from the hug. Admiring Steve like he was the only man in the world. Steve peered back, a look of love and adoration glazing his features. Before he knew it, he was leaning in. Garret found himself leaning in as well, his hand reaching to move some of Steve's long hair out of his face.
Their lips found each other in a tender, soft kiss. Both of their eyes fluttered shut and their lips lingered for what felt like hours. Steve pulled away, lips still parted. He was met with the image of Garret with his lips still puckered out, eyes shut tightly. In that moment he knew he was in love.
Back to back pics of Ms. Hailey Kilgore both as Jukebox in RK's penultimate season (early 2025)! 💯💜✨ And as Taylor Thompson in 911: Nashville's debut season (late 2025)! 💜✨🎶
A double doze of Ms. Hailey Kilgore both as Jukebox in RK's penultimate season (early 2025)! 💯💜✨ And as Taylor Thompson in 911: Nashville's debut season (late 2025)! 💜✨🎶
