#Shawarma Business

[brainrotcharacters]

LOGAN GET UP??? WHAT THE FUCK THIS IS RIDICULOUS

[intersectionalpraxis]

Lava Shawarma (this is the link OP originally provided -but I think it was under website construction, so here is is new link I found).

I would so LOVE to go if I can in the future. For folks in the area I hope you're able to check them out. I wish them and their business well!!

[shawarmafranchisehydrabad]

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[piyalib]

Franchise from Absolute Shawrama

Absolute Shawarma Franchise system is based on a proven formula of success. Our franchise format tends to reduce the risk of operating one’s business entirely by himself or herself. It offers the franchisee an opportunity to build his business on AS’s brand image as a long-term partner in the business.

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𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐔𝐳𝐢 𝐁𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚, 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐂𝐄𝐎, 𝐚𝐭 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 “𝐏𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑” One of the young leaders of this generation with proven success. The person behind the success of Shawarma Shack is its Founder, President, and CEO, Walther Uzi Buenavista. In the seven years that Buenavista has been managing the business, his direction is always laser-focused on his three main motivations: Growth, Innovation, and Employment. Walther with his proven success has been named as part of “People To Watch 2023” under the most distributed local magazine right now at National Bookstores, Rising Tigers Magazine. According to the CMO of the magazine, Andria Terese Nicolas, “I look up to our roster of leaders, what they all have in common is that they are all young visionaries, and dedicated individuals who worked towards their purpose. After all, just like what Lewis Carol said “ One of the secrets of life is that all that is worth doing is what we do for others.” 𝑰𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 Thus, what started as a simple food stall in Divisoria in February 2015 has now become a leading innovator in the food cart business. Buenavista's "distinctive visioning ability" facilitated the growth of the company. This growth was also fueled by his desire to bring their products closer to the customers. Shawarma Shack now has stores in key locations across the country with over 700 branches and still counting. "It presented a significant growth in terms of augmenting the demand from our customers and expanding enterprise sales, Buenavista pointed out. #NewsMediaNest #risingtiger #risingtigermagazine #tagmediagroup #shawarmashack #shawarma #food #business #entrepreneur #waltherbuenavista https://www.instagram.com/p/CoiyeAGLGEV/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[sugas6thtooth]

Support Local Palestinian Businesses!!!

This is Freddy Zebara, the owner of King of Falafel and Shawarma. He is Palestinian. As many of you know, Palestinians outside of Palestine are facing many challenges regarding discrimination and hate crimes.

We must be there for our Palestinian sisters and brothers no matter where they are.

If you live in New York, heck if you like to try good food, please support Freddy at his shop.

The location is 3015 Broadway, Astoria, NY 11106.

[kissitbttr]

Miggy getting babied by his pregnant wife?

hiii! i hope you don’t mind, i changed it a bit because I don’t want it to look too much alike on the other one! this one’s short, enjoy! xx

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being a mother to a 6 month old pregnancy bump isn’t easy. if it was, fathers could do it.

and that’s what miguel had been learning through it all. seeing your mood swings shift in a span of thirty seconds, constant cravings for ice creams, kebabs etc, snapping (directly at him and mostly at him), frequent backaches and fatigue. he’s very much impressed how an existence of a human being living inside of you could actually change you as a person.

still, doesn’t mean he loves you less.

“ugh, i’d give my left tit for a big plate of mofongos and a fat ass joint right now”

the two of you are cuddled up in the couch, watching some lame old american tv show that miguel seems to find enjoyable. you’re dressed in one of his t-shirt and grey sweatpants. ones that you had claimed as yours despite miguel’s protest.

your husband chuckles, pulling you closer by the shoulder. “lucky you, mami. i bought an extra before i came home just for you. i could heat it up for you later if you want.”

a dreamy sigh escape your lips, reaching out to kiss his cheek. “thanks papi. you’re the best. what about the joint?”

he snorts, head shaking as his eyes cast down to yours. “i don’t think weed is good for the baby.”

“says who?” you fake a gasp, pulling back slightly. “it’s literally herbal! unless it’s contaminated with tobacco. don’t we have a stash up in the closet?”

“you finished them all, ma. basically rolling those joints with your pretty fingers before this happened” he points at the bump. “usted es avaro, mi corazon. barely left some for me”

a smile pulls up into your mouth, head resting against his bare chest. hand interlocking with his. “remember when we were celebrating our one year anniversary and got high?”

“ay dios mio” he groans playfully, rolling his head back. “don’t remind me, baby”

“it was so fun” you ignore the embarrassment creeping into his cheeks, grinning even wider when he tries to hide it. “we went to taco bell after.”

“yeah and i threw it up because it tasted like shit”

you hum, nodding along. “and decided to get shawarmas and fries instead because we weren’t satisfied”

“one with the small food truck in 133th street” he confirms, his cheek against the crown of your hair. smiling at the memory. “i remember you told me not to get ones from across that italian place that you like because we need to support small business. had to stop you from crying too much because you kept saying how unfair it was for rich bastards to keep open up restaurants when they have shitty palate”

his comment makes you laugh hard. his grip around your hand tighten. some sort of pride blooms in his chest when he sees you laugh freely like that.

“oh god i remember!” as you slowly recover from the laugh. “we sat on the pavement after that right? you kept telling me how you want me to be the mother of your child.”

“damn, why do you keep recalling all the embarrassing things i did, huh?” he asks jokingly with a deep chuckle. now his attention isn’t even on the tv anymore.

“because it’s cute! you were so cute!” he shakes his head once more, biting down a shy smile as you shift your body weight to wrap your arms around his neck. “my miggy is so cute with the ‘i want you to be my wife, i want to get you pregnant, mi amor. say yes please, please, pleaseeeee’”

you continue to mock his actions back then, watching him cower down at the attempt of you trying to mimic his voice. strangely enough, you almost got it right.

he has his hands covered his face.“stop that, princesa! come onnnn”

you respond with a head shake as a ‘no’. “ay, papi don’t be shy” you giggle, trying to pry his hands off. “come on. let me see my hubby. let me see him”

miguel doesn’t budge for a while before peeking in-between his fingers like a little kid, then slowly peeling his hands away, jutting his lower lip forward.

you gasp, hand over your heart. “god damn! you can’t be walking around looking like that! can’t have all the girls falling for the sexiest man alive”

he rolls his eyes, smiling at your compliment. “stop being biased, baby!”

“i am not! how dare you calling the mother of your kid a liar, hm?” you tug him down, letting his head rest in between your neck and shoulder blade. “my baby daddy is sooo handsome. i won the fucking lottery.”

“definitely the other way around, love.” he disagrees, hand coming up to rest on your bump. “you stole my heart the moment you walked into my office that day. never thought in my life that a gorgeous architect made me get down on my knees and pray to the lord up there to let me have you.”

now that makes your heart skips a beat. how could you compete with that? he never fails to make you swoon even after years of being with him. it’s like the butterflies never stopped.

“hmm now you’re being biased, miggy”

“nope. i was so sure that i was in love with you.” he then turns to look up to you, tone becoming serious. “my god, you were the finest thing i have ever laid my eyes upon, mami. was literally bending over backwards to impress you. and now? seeing you swollen with my baby just made you ten times more gorgeous than before. you’re the love of my life, mi amor. and i will prove it to you for the rest of my life if i had to”

truly, you had never believe in luck or hope. it’s something that never sits well with you. odds never had been in your favor and you believed that for the longest time. you were fine being all alone. you have a job that pays you well, great condo, a body that you learned to adore, a loving mother. four things that you have always been so grateful for. you wouldn’t change a single thing.

but when miguel happened? everything in your life had changed for much better. from having to do everything on your own to ‘i got this one baby’. sure, you weren’t exactly comfortable with it at first, because you had never been the one who had asked for help.

yet you learned to love it all because of him,

with a grateful smile, you trace your fingertips across his soft lips. beautiful red eyes not leaving yours, as if he’s afraid that if he looks away for a second he would lose you completely,

“you’re the love of my life too, miguel”

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don’t forget to reblog and comment babes!! xx

[bestburgerriyadh]

8 Reasons Why Fast Food is Popular?

Fast food restaurants are more prevalent in Riyadh. In this blog post, you will imagine some reasons why fast food is popular nowadays. Visit us: https://www.articletab.com/8-reasons-why-fast-food-is-popular/

[yaoyaobae]

Another twst oc introduction 🏃‍♀️

Jaseem

School : Royal Sword Academy

Favourite food: Rice dishes, Shawarma

Pastime: Playing with his pet tiger Rana, Visiting Kalim, Discovering wildlife

Family: Father, Mother, Kalim(Cousin)

Role: Dormhead

Jaseem is a third year at RSA. To most people he may seem like a lone wolf who despises making friendships, but underneath the surface is a gentle boy who longs for freedom.

Being born from a wealthy family with relations to the Asims, Jaseem’s status is nothing new to even the freshmen. Every year groups of students and parents from high status families would flock around him offering their sister/daughters hand in marriage.

Before he was allowed to bring Rana to school (don’t ask me how he did it-) Jaseem had no choice but to either 1. Run as fast as possible or 2. Teleport himself to a safe spot. Now with Rana, a fearsome tiger donning an expensive turquoise silk ribbon, nobody dares to approach Jaseem anymore.

Personality wise, Jaseem is extremely sharp-tongued and will not tolerate a single second on people he deems as childish. He is capable of cooperating with others but would prefer to work alone. Despite the cold exterior, if one can prove that they love tigers as much as he does.. maybe they’d stand a chance to win his attention. And if you can win his trust, Jaseem is probably the most loyal ally/friend you will ever get.

Having attended many arranged marriage meetings, Jaseem is already accustomed to how he must act around the ladies even if he dislikes interacting with them and entertaining their thoughtless comments about his wealth.

He is actually really bad at conveying his feelings, particularly romantic ones. He can no longer grasp the real meaning of love and has trust issues about whether someone is genuinely interested in him. This only numbed Jaseem more over the years hence brushing these feelings aside.

Jaseem has a general disliking towards women due to his past, but he will respect those who deserve it and mean their words. He won’t voice his opinions unless the situation gets on his nerves.

Jaseem’s mother was hospitalised when he was a young child and has been living there for many years, only visiting for a few days when the doctors deem her suitable. Due to schoolwork and other business matters, Jaseem is unable to visit her as much as his father. But he tries to make time for her as he feels most comfortable and at ease when talking to her about his troubles.

His father already told him that he will never marry another woman as he loves his wife very much, this made Jaseem envious as he hopes to be able to find someone he can stand by faithfully someday. While he feels that his father can be rather strict, both father and son have mutual respect for one another as they only want the best for the family.

Backstory

Back when the life wasn’t as complicated, Jaseem was extremely cheerful and lived every day to the fullest with the vast amount of wealth his family possessed.

However when he had reached the age of 10, his life began to fall apart. As the only son, Jaseem was forced to find a future wife sooner or later. From then on he had to attend countless numbers of arranged marriage meetings, parties while attending his father’s business conferences. Jaseem thought he could shoulder this responsibility , but that pressure would just build up later as he grew older.

Arranged marriage meetings were the worst. Jaseem learnt how shallow and sly people could be, faking their entire personality to coddle up to him for the sole purpose of attaining his family’s wealth. “But that’s just the reality of being the only heir isn’t it”, he thought. Jaseem became increasingly saddened over the fact that no one genuinely TRIED to understand his hobbies or know more about him, only throwing empty praises about his home/accessories/looks.

Since young Jaseem has been fascinated with tigers and his mother was the one who encouraged him to take care of one ( much to his father’s reluctance), thus Rana became his new family member. Many of his suitresses cringed at the sight of Rana whom they saw as a dirty, wild animal. Sometimes Jaseem’s father had no choice but to order the guards to take Rana away in order to force Jaseem to follow his schedule , which made him even more depressed.

Eventually, Jaseem had reached his breaking point during one of the parties and wanted to escape his “cage” even bringing Rana with him. It was then he met a young, white haired boy in the greenhouse. Jaseem couldn’t hold back his tears when the boy comforted him, claiming that he can share the same sentiments. It was after they were called to the main event where Jaseem learnt that the boy was no other than Kalim Al Asim, the oldest son and soon-to-be heir of one of the richest families in the world and his cousin.

From that moment onwards, the two spent their childhood days together basking in the sunlight and running around the mansion. They confided in each other, became each other’s source of strength to keep doing their best( this was especially stronger for Jaseem towards Kalim). They drifted a little after entering higher education, but still keep in contact.

For Jaseem, Kalim is the definition of the sun. Had he not met this smiley boy showing off his unique magic and telling him how he must continue to do his best as not only the heir but as an older brother too, Jaseem would have had a different fate and never face his reality. This explains why he hates Jamil to the core after knowing what he had done when he overblotted.

Current lifestyle for Jaseem was no different from his younger days, he still attends arranged marriage meetings (fewer due to school) and gets numerous phonecalls from his father about countries they have to fly to for business conferences. Jaseem became more adept at his dealings with women and can twist meetings to end faster to save his time to do something useful.. like picking a new silk ribbon for Rana. 🐯

Relationships

Kalim

Cousins by blood and childhood best friends. While many students in NRC thinks Kalim is way too carefree, Jaseem would cut in and tell them off as Kalim is not the oblivious rich boy many thinks he is.

He respects Kalim’s motto to be kind to others, lend a helping hand when needed and staying positive despite the challenges life throws at him. Jaseem wishes to protect this precious spirit, praying that Kalim will have nothing but happiness in his life. Jaseem truly looks up to Kalim for being able to smile through everything he’s been through, believing that he wouldn’t even survive a day in that household knowing he might not live to see the next day.

Jaseem can be extremely over protective of Kalim especially when Jamil is around. “I can’t let that damn snake cause any harm to my cousin..”he would think angrily while glaring at Jamil💀

Jamil

If not for the sake of his family image and Kalim Jaseem would have pummeled Jamil to the ground for the things he said and had done to Kalim. While he tries his best to understand Kalim, Jaseem still cannot fathom why he’d want to keep this traitor who doesn’t even consider him a friend by his side.

Unlike his caring and soft self when he is with Kalim, Jaseem treats Jamil like a mere servant and only replies with direct commands. Sometimes he would mock Jamil for the sake of belittling him, but would not stoop as low as to bring his family into it. The atmosphere around these two can be very intense indeed.

If Jaseem learns to see the overblot incident from Jamil’s point of view, perhaps he will come to understand that the two of them aren’t so different after all.

Najma

One of the few girls he respects, Jaseem is like a second older brother to Najma. Of course Najma catches on quick and can tell that Jaseem isn’t exactly fond of her brother, so she has to constantly remind Jaseem to stop frowning whenever he spots Kalim and Jamil together. He tries his best to be nicer to Jamil, but only because Najma wouldn’t stop nagging at him 🤣

Bonus: Rielle

If you’ve seen my old comics about my RSA ocs i often draw Jaseem and Rielle bickering 🤣 Jaseem thinks Rielle is incompetent and has dad issues while Rielle views Jaseem as a weirdo who is way too protective of his cousin, also why would any sane person bring a TIGER to school??

Fun facts about Jaseem’s design

He carries a waist pouch filled with Rana’s treats, various silk ribbons, water dispenser, comb and toys ( just to name a few). The pouch is magically altered to carry many items.

The tiger plush keychain was a gift from his mother when his parents brought him to an amusement park on his birthday. Jaseem did not have the best experience as he was constantly surrounded by guards and journalists, no other children wanted to play with the renowned heir too.

His seemingly blue day turned upside down when he spotted a cute tiger plush in the souvenir shop, thinking about how it looks exactly like Rana. Jaseem’s mother noticed his adoration for the fluffy toy on the top shelf and asked the staff to order one for Jaseem. Even though this silly fabric toy could not compare to the vast amount of gold and expensive gifts Jaseem received, he saw his mother’s gift as something invaluable that money can’t buy.

Till this day he still brings his tiger plush around with him chained to his waist pouch. Though it looks rather dull after being used for years, you can still tell how well washed and cared for it is by its owner.

I struggled trying to incorporate Jasmine’s hairband into the design but for now its a turquoise strand of hair that starts from the top of his head so it looks like a hairband! Its also Jaseem’s way of exploring with his own style knowing that he is far away from his home and strict upbringing. The first time Jaseem dyed his hair he thought “So this is what its like to be rebellious..interesting” 🤣

His earrings are different, the one on the right is a slightly thick gold piece ( OG Jasmine) while the left is a decorative earring with small, dangling chains and a huge jewel ( Live action Jasmine). I thought it would be cool to incorporate both earrings as I couldn’t settle on one.

END

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed Jaseem too, I’m really happy with the response for Alison haha 😭 Till next time!

*Also I know someone addressed it before but I mean to express Jaseem’s love towards Kalim as familial, nothing more. How you choose to see my OCs is up to your interpretation so long as you don’t twist my words and stories i wrote for them :)

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Realized upon that hometown events' guest characters are those who are close with SSR card main characters. And I'm not saying because they are family or close friends.

Jamil - They could picked either of Jamil's parents yet decided upon Najma. Why? Because he and his parents' relationship are complicated and Najma is someone that he is close to the most and can be himself without worried about hierarchy. They even have typically sibling relationship where Najma mess with him but never outright cruel to him. (Love how she stole the shawarma)

Epel - Well Epel is a family man and he is close with each of the family relatives. I'm sure the reason it's Marja is because she is involved with the sled competition more than his family even looks like her the most (once he gets old). I mean it's hilarious how Idia fangirls Marja because she is inspiration of his favorite character.

Leona - they could have picked Farena since Cheka was already present but they picked Kifaji which is surprising given the last two are family members yet the guest character is the Twisted version of Zazu (but still interesting to have another twisted version of a Disney character). The reason is probably because he isn't close with Farena despite his brother caring about Leona that much but knowing his overblot backstory, he despise him since he is the heir and how people praise him while they badmouthed Leona. While Kifaji and Leona aren't really close, he is one of the few that Kifaji treated him well without discriminating him especially from the chess game. Kifaji is basically like a parent or an uncle to Leona and given Leona's family issues, he is close to someone than any of his family.

Deuce - knowing well about what he said about his mother, it's obvious that his mother is the guest character. Not to mentioned, the only person he is close to the most. Since he left the gang to leave a better life and how he treated everyone disrespectful and no known relatives except for his grandmother, his mother is closest person he has and how he'll do everything for his mother.

Vil - so far one of the two overblot boys (with Azul being the other one) are the ones without family problems (Idia seems to have caring parents but the family business is complicated for chapter 6 and 7 reasons). Obviously Vil will have his own father be the guest character because he is a great dad to Vil who doesn't abuse nor neglect him. Vil even talks proudly about his father.

So based on that, it's not just relationship towards the SSR but also how they are close to one another without ill-intentions nor trauma. So I have feeling the next hometown events will be similar to which the SSR closest to be the guest character.

Like for example, Azul's guest character could be his mother because he proudly talks about his mother and how he is happy that he married her divorce lawyer. I can picture tweels' guest character to be either their parents.

Now the only issues on who is closest to are the Lilia, Silver, Riddle's, Shroud brothers', and Malleus'.

Lilia and Silver are eachother's relatives and doesn't seem to have anyone they talk to outside of the family (Baul and Zigvolt don't really count especially when Baul ready debuted and felt they would be Sebek's guest characters). We already seen through the Shroud's parents and I doubt that Idia has someone close and Ortho is extroverted but I'm not sure what their hometown is like besides Styx. Do they have other children or anyone close to?

Malleus's family is complicated and we know about Senate. So he would likely have his grandmother.

Riddle for obvious reasons...

So this is just my speculation.

I believe it has been stated that the manga intentionally blacks out the face of Mrs. Rosehearts because she is viewed as the source of Riddle’s trauma. It keeps her in this shadowy, untouchable status and maintains the idea that the darkness of the past still impacts us in present day. I anticipate that this will hold and become the pattern for each OB boy’s flashback sequences. (We’ll soon see!)

If that’s the case for the manga, then it makes sense for the game to do something similar by purposefully keeping the faces of figures who play a significant role in each OB boy’s trauma a secret. That means likely no Mrs. Rosehearts, similar to how we did not meet the Viper parents in A Firelit Sky nor Farena/Falena in Tamashina Mina. However, some parents are clearly still fair game since they do have a good relationship with their son (Mrs. Ashengrotto and Azul, for example.). We see an example of this with Eric Venue showing up in Tapis Rouge.

It makes sense to meet family members whom the SSR boy has a good relationship with; running into a family member that stresses them out would kill the fun and easygoing vibes of the hometown event and would instead present an interpersonal issue that runs too deep to be resolved in a satisfying way before the event’s conclusion. Imagine a hometown event in which we have to stay over in Riddle’s home and we witness his parents fighting?? 😔 I don’t think that’s something that could be “fixed” in like 5 parts… Of course, not every family is perfect and that’s valid. It’s just not the scope or the perspective that TWST hometown events want or are equipped to deal with.

I feel like any of the Ocatrio’s family are pretty fair game? Despite how sketchy they are, Azul, Floyd, and Jade seem to be on good terms with all of their family members (well, maybe excluding Azul’s biological father) and learned many important things from them. I am, once again, asking TWST for a Coral Sea hometown event… 🤚 ✋ *holds out hands*

I’m sure that the characters who don’t have obvious family members to meet/yet to be revealed will have some other substitution? Probably a new character that’s twisted from another Disney character (similar to Kifaji). Maybe we’ll see a new noble fae that Lilia knows, Silver’s guardian fae that blessed him at birth, or prominent STYX staff (like maybe twisted Pain or Panic?).

For Malleus, his only living relative is his grandmother, sooo… I guess he’ll introduce us to the reigning monarch if he’s the SSR of a Briar Valley hometown event 😂 Malleus does what Leona won’t…

[calcifiedunderland]

Silky Melon & Spices

Food Fight Ending III

You opened the text, surprised to see that it was from Jamil.

Jamil: Hello (Name), I’m glad I was able to help you earlier. Are you doing alright?

You saw his text bubble pop up, showing that he was writing. You frowned when you saw it pop up, then stop, and go again.

Jamil frowned at his phone in the dark of his room, deleting yet another message. After heading back to Scarabia and finishing his duties, he decided to finally text you.

Deep down, he knew why he kept quiet about how he really felt about you. But some small, selfish part of him didn’t quite want to pull away completely. For a short while, he was happy giving you food and keeping things friendly. But now, it was getting hard to deny the truth. So much, that even Kalim was noticing how often Jamil made ‘extra’ food, and Jamil subconsciously made more of what you liked.

He sighed heavily, and typed out one more text, hitting send before he could stop himself.

To (Name): If you’re available, would you be willing to help me early tomorrow with cooking? I’ll be making some of your favorites. I also wanted to speak with you.

You finally heard your phone go off, signaling that Jamil finished typing. You frowned slightly when you read it. You sent back a Sure, see you then! and flopped back onto your bed, staring at the ceiling.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t excited to see him again. Jamil was a busy person, and lately you’ve been cherishing the time you were with him. And you supposed, somewhere along the way, you started enjoying his presence more than a regular friend would.

You sighed. You didn’t really know what to make of his message, but you decided to leave it until tomorrow.

—🧡🐍✨—

Jamil finally overturned the last pita, and shut off the stovetop. All the food for Kalim is done, he thought. Sighing, he turned around and began wrapping shawarma in wax paper. He wrapped one with lamb, tahini, and vegetables for himself, and one with (preferred filling) for you. He sighed heavily, feeling antsy. He’d finished earlier than anticipated. All that was left was to wait for you. His heart stuttered.

He began cutting up some silky melon that Kalim’s family sent from the Scalding Sands to keep his hands busy. Absently, his mind drifted to the legend from his homeland.

If you share this melon with someone, your friendship or romance will last forever. He shook his head, setting the bowl (now filled with melon slices) down.

He looked up when he heard a knock. “Hey,” you said softly, walking in. “I hope I’m not too late?” You pursed your lips. It seemed Jamil finished the cooking without you. The cookware was already in the sink, and containers (now filled with steaming food) were already out. Jamil shook his head, giving you a practiced smile. “No, I finished ahead of time, don’t worry.” He cleared his throat, feeling hot, “n-now that you’re here, would you sit outside with me?”

You nodded, smiling. “Sounds good to me,” you followed him outside. The Scarabia dorm wasn’t so sweltering in the early morning - it was pleasantly cool, and the air was dry. You and Jamil perched on a hammock in between two palm trees, munching on the falafel wrap he’d made.

It occurred to you how peaceful this was. Everyone was still asleep in their rooms, and the dunes surrounding the dorm were a sandy gold color against the soft lilac dawn. The silence didn’t seem to be easily broken, because Jamil hardly said a word to you since coming outside. He hadn’t even touched his wrap. Instead, he held the bowl of cut melon slices, staring outward.

You looked at him quizzically. He didn’t seem mad. He noticed you looking at him, and looked away, “I… I’m glad you came.” You angled your head, “I’m glad I did too,” he seemed to relax a bit when you said that. You nodded to the melon bowl, “do you want to split that?” His eyes widened briefly, but he nodded.

You took a slice, and sank your teeth into it. Rich, sweet juice burst into your mouth, dripping down your hand as you chewed. You glanced over, feeling a bit self-conscious when you saw him staring at you, “…you’re not going to have any?” You asked shyly. Jamil bit his lip and nodded, taking up his own slice and biting into it. You both ate, the sun’s rays rising over the horizon.

You finished off your slice. Wiping off your chin, you said “y’know, I thought you wanted me to help you cook. But… if you didn’t ask me for that, then…”

You played with the wax paper from your wrap, now empty, “why did you want to see me?” Jamil stopped. He gulped down the last of his melon, and looked out of the corner of his eyes at you. “I… wanted to see you.” He took a breath, staring back out at the sand dunes.

“You’ve been… very helpful to me, and lately you’ve become…” he swallowed, controlling his voice, “important to me. Not like how Kalim is important, but… different.” Your face felt warm as you looked down at your melon slice. You couldn’t deny that, over the many times you’d hung out with Jamil, you grew to genuinely enjoy his presence. Even more than just friends.

You responded softly, “you’re really important to me too, Jamil.” You couldn’t stop the smile from spreading on your face as he slowly turned to look at you. “And I… I think I know what you mean.” You swallowed nervously, “you’re special to me, in a different way than Grim or even my friends.”

You smiled at Jamil, face feeling warm as the rising sun shone on both of you, “I… really like you, Jamil.” The words hung in the air for a beat, and then Jamil broke the silence. “Really?” His voice cracked.

You let out a small breathy laugh, unable to contain yourself. You lurched toward him in the hammock, wrapping your arms around him. He gasped before holding you too, the two of you giggling before the dawn. You softly kissed Jamil’s cheek. Jamil’s face grew warm, but he couldn’t stop an incredulous smile on his face, eyes shining. You grinned, “really.”

🧡🐍✨

[ishipallthings]

Cap Iron Man Rec Week 2024 (Wed)

Early in Canon Wednesday - July 24th for @cap-ironman Rec Week

Fics set early in canon as the boys are getting to know each other :D

Remember to show some love for your hard-working creators!

To Be With You (Is Easy) by Carsonian @carsonian (MCU)

Tony doesn't know what prompted him to visit the recently defrosted Captain America, and he certainly hadn't given much thought to the little confessionals he's given the comatose Capsicle. But when Steve Rogers wakes up and seeks him out, he finds there's an attraction between them that can't be denied.

No Return, No Return by Carsonian @carsonian (MCU)

In many ways, Tony Stark has spent his whole life waiting to meet something real enough to test himself against. He hadn't planned on it being Steve Rogers.

Wish You Were Here by One and Five Nines (MCU)

Steve starts sending Tony postcards.

tear these old walls down by susiecarter @susiecarter (MCU)

Steve didn't like Tony Stark. Stark probably didn't like Steve, either. They'd gotten off on the wrong foot, and that was putting it mildly. And having to pretend to be a civilian Stark was dating, as cover for trying to save Stark's life while Iron Man was busy with a SHIELD mission, obviously wasn't going to help.

when you're gone by talktothesky @thatbuddie (MCU)

Steve's had to get used to many things in the 21st century but falling in love with Tony Stark might be the weirdest one yet. Especially because the man's dead.

not a lot, just forever by Thahire @thahiree (MCU)

A few months after the Battle of New York, Tony invites Steve over to see the apartment he has built for him. Steve, of course, is totally normal about this and not panicking at all.

Handheld by talesofsuspense (MCU)

When Steve starts stopping for lunch at Shawarma Palace he isn't expecting Tony to show up and to keep showing up. And he definitely isn't expecting a guide to the 21st century.

posing up a storm by picturecat @snoozingcat (MCU, alt 2012)

“I have an idea. Can we just pretend the day ended with that really badass Superfriends pose we did?”

Machines and Marvels by rainbowninja167 (MCU, alt 2012)

Or: In an alternate timeline where the Avengers never formed, Steve and Tony need a crash course in team bonding. Stephen Strange just had to take that literally.

choke on me by imperialstark @persephonesfill (MCU, WIP)

After fending off an alien invasion, Tony Stark has one more obstacle to face; Steve Rogers. Steve believes that they have a connection which Tony is trying hard to ignore. After a moment of passion aboard the helicarrier, Tony can't seem to stay away from Steve as their lives grow ever more intertwined.

and two self-recs!

I'll Be (Good To You) by ishipallthings (MCU, soulmate AU)

Steve Rogers wakes up seventy years out of time to a new world and a soulmate. It’s an adjustment. What he doesn’t expect is Tony Stark, a brilliant futurist who is equal parts fascinating and frustrating, and has just as many demons as Steve. He also doesn’t expect to find a family with a ragtag team of superheroes, or to fall in love. Luckily, Steve is nothing if not adaptable.

An Armored Heart by ishipallthings (AA)

In which Red Skull goes after Steve Rogers, and Tony realizes just how much he has to lose.

Hope you guys enjoy the recs, and stay tuned! Please mind the tags before reading. Check out my tag for previous years’ rec lists :)

[piyalib]

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[tothegirlwiththemousyhair]

Worries

Wade Wilson x Reader <3

Reader is panicking about Wade while he's out on a mission even though he's literally immortal.

Themes: Fluff, comfort, pure tooth-rotting sweetness.

Word count: 881

Wade had spent most of the day out of the house, it isn’t weird at all for him, but what’s weird is that he hasn’t sent you a text this entire time. He was out on a couple of low-effort missions, his favourite time to send you dumb selfies or opinions about what’s going on. Memes, bad outfits, a bad guy cowering in fear, anything that could make you laugh was sent but not today.

You assumed that maybe the mission was more difficult than Wade thought, someone found a way to murder him, there’s no signal, he’s just busy… etc. You definitely weren’t slightly worrying about him. Definitely. “Whaaaat? Meee? Why wouldn’t I be!” were your specific words to Logan when he walked into the kitchen and asked if you were alright because you were staring into your phone aimlessly.. He gave you your space and went back to what he was doing (I love Logan, but this is a Wade fic.) 

The downward spiral you were stuck in kept advancing and pretty rapidly. In an attempt to calm down your panicking state, you curled up into a ball in the corner of your couch, and watched your favourite show. 30 minutes passed by and you realised you missed a lot of the plot because your mind tuned the show out, and instead spent that time thinking “What if someone actually did find a way to kill him? What if he couldn’t heal fast enough? What if he’s just stuck on a tree trunk somewhere in the forest like a shawarma?”. You knew it wasn’t all that likely to happen, but it’s human instinct to worry about someone being stabbed... or skewered. Especially if you love them.

Inbetween all that worrying, you fell asleep on the couch. Hours pass, and Wade comes home wrecked but the adorable sight of you curled up on the couch definitely compensated for it. He snuck over to the bathroom silently, dumping all of his gear into the “hero-suit hamper”, something you insisted on after 'bad guy blood' got on your cutest pjs. He took a quick shower, getting all of the grime of the day off of him (mostly other people’s blood.) If it was up to him he’d just change into pjs and worry about showering in the morning, but he knows you have a different standard for hygiene.

He finishes showering and he heads over to the living room where you’re still asleep. There’s a moment of silence where he’s just admiring you and then realises that this is most definitely not the most comfortable sleeping position. He scoops you up, resting your head in the crook of his neck. You stir awake for a moment, “Wade? Heyy you’re backkk”, then press a barely-there kiss to his jaw. You go back to your sleeping state, definitely a lot calmer now that you’re sure nobody murdered your boyfriend.

When you wake up in the morning, there’s a slightly concerned Wade Wilson sitting at your side. “Honey, why were you panicking yesterday? Logan kinda told on you btw” Oh fuck now you have to deal with telling him and you’re going to sound delusional and- “Baby? You ok over there?” He interrupted your state of panic because your silence combined with the face you were making were very obviously at least a tiny bit panicked. “Ok so… I went into a bit of a downward spiral thinking about how maybe someone figured out a way to kill you. I know it’s very impractical and it’s silly to even consider, but I mean what if you don’t heal in time, or they cut you up and put the pieces of you really far apart?”

“It’s always great to hear that you’ve been thinking of all the ways to get rid of me honey, but I really doubt that’ll happen. Also it’s fairly hard, I’d know! I tried!” He replies, trying to get you out of this loop of horrid thoughts. “Wade, all that does is remind me that you were suicidal.” You snuggled closer to him, trying to feel that he’s still there. “Were! Past tense! It’s a very important tense how would we speak withou-” you interrupt him holding his lips shut with the tips of your fingers. “I’m just worried because you can be careless sometimes, alright? I know I sound insane.”

He pries his mouth out of the smushed-shut position you had it in, “First of all, you don’t sound insane, you sound very caring and I think that’s sooo cuteee." He presses a small kiss to your forehead. "Second of all, I promise to be a bit more cautious in missions for your sake, alright?” You cuddle into his chest, your head in the nook of his neck similar to last night, and he hears you murmur a small ‘thank you’, his arms naturally wrapping around you to hold you close to him.

There’s an extremely rare moment of completely silent peace between you and Wade, which of course he ruins, “Also if my parts were split and spread, do you think I’d reform into several mes? Like a lizard?” Earning a small chuckle from you.

As annoying as he was, he made your heart swell, and that’s all that mattered.

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Reader - Risk It All Part 4/6

⚠️Warning ⚠️

+18

Reader gets pregnant by Ruben. Although the two are not together Ruben promises to support her through the pregnancy, eventually letting reader stay with him until the child is born.  (This fic includes alot of angst and serious topics)

Enjoy!

You were married to Ruben.

Six months had gone by and following those six months your life was now unrecognizable. After a business like wedding with only one witness present, you were now Mrs Dias, swept into a life of luxurious parties and unwanted media attention, all whilst carrying your first child.

"You're gonna catch a cold."

"It's what I'm hoping for."

Ruben found you on the roof top balcony, hiding from your duties. Elena, the director of your life, would want you inside, shaking people's hands, talking about how excited you and Ruben were to bring new life into this world.

"Y/N, please come inside."

Ruben was better than you at playing along. He didn't mind lying to his friends, lying about how you two met and "decided" to keep your relationship private from the world. They all ate it up, even Ruben's family.

"I wanna go back to the hotel." You said, wrapping your arms around yourself to mend the nights cold. Ruben sighed, but took it upon himself to remove his tuxedo jacket, draping it over your shoulders. "We will, in time. The auction isn't over yet."

"And all the ice cream you can eat." Ruben smiled, grabbing your hand as he led you back inside. He kept his promise, of course. During your time living together you had come to learn that Ruben was no liar, even when the truth hurt sometimes.

It was a charity event in London, the money going to a good cause. However you had no idea why rich people had the need to dress up in expensive items costing more money than what they were actually donating.

"Do you promise to buy me Shawarma when we do leave?" You asked, pouting your lips and batting your eyelashes.

"Wait for me while I get the car." He said, leaving you and Elena sitting on the top of a set of concrete steps, enjoying your Shawarmas.

"He really cares about you." Elena said, unprovoked. "My job would be much more difficult if he didn't."

"Thanks." You mumbled, too busy enjoying your declicious food. The growth of your belly also followed the growth of your appetite, something that caused you to gain a bit of extra pregnancy weight.

"Ruben told me to make sure that you get a nice settlement once the two of you divorce."

You snorted. "How nice of him."

The two of you were literally playing house, getting married only to divorce a minimum of two years after the baby was born. If it wasn't for the security your life with Ruben offered, you would have never agreed to go through with any of it. I mean, you were literally playing with your own life, all because Ruben had a precious image of himself to preserve.

"That's us."

Elena stood, seeing Ruben's Mercedes coming your way. You made the effort to stand up as well, but lost your footing as the weight of your belly tampered with your balance.

"Dear god!" Elena gasped, as you came flying behind her, taking a tumble down the concrete steps.

"My Shawarma." You groaned.

"Y/N!"

Ruben was out of the car and rushing to your side before Elena had managed to. "Fuck, are you okay?" He didn't touch you,  afraid to do more damage as you stood on all fours, a hand wrapped around your belly.

"Y/N, please tell me you're okay?"

"I wasn't finished." You cried, a sad sight seeing the neatly wrapped bread now splatter on the ground before you.

"She needs to got to the hospital Ruben." Elena heels clicked as she descended the steps, reaching the bottom of them. "Now!"

"I'm fine." You reassured, but struggled to get up from the ground by yourself. Ruben's strong arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you up with one swoop.

"At least let someone check her out." Elena suggested.

"I promise, I'm all good." You said, trying to laugh it off.

It was as busy as any emergency in a big city. People from everywhere came with broken limbs and bleeding wounds to tend. For this you felt guilty that Ruben managed to convince a doctor to prioritize you. "Well, you seem fine to me Mrs Dias." The doctor stepped away from the stool on which you sat, removing his rubber gloves to make a few notes on his computer. "Has there been any unusual activity since your fall, like the baby moving around more than usual?"

"No." Ruben said, determined. "I'll take you to the emergency room." It was the urgency in his voice and the way his hands trembled as he still held to support you. "Okay." You nodded, agreeing to let Ruben take you to the nearest emergency room.

You bit your lip, pondering his question.  "Um, no. I don't think so. It doesn't really do that."

The doctor turned back from his computer, a deep frown on his face as he looked at you. "What do you mean?" He asked.

"The baby." You shrugged. "It doesn't move around. Or at least I haven't felt it kick yet."

The doctor turned to Ruben, the two of them sharing the same terrified gaze.

"What?" You frowned.

The doctor stood, retrieving another pair of gloves as well as calling for a nurse to assist him.

"What's going on?" You asked, uncertainty in your voice.

"Mrs Dias, it says you're six months pregnant."

"Yes, and?"

The doctor and his nurse worked together to rearrange his office, bringing in a monitor that looked like a tv screen on wheels. "Prepare for an emergency ultrasound. Patient is six months pregnant but has failed to notice any signs of life from the fetus."

"Doctor please, tell me what's going on. Is my baby going to be alright?" Things were moving fast, as well as your heart rate. You knew that things were serious when the nurse started attaching clips to your finger tips, setting up a graphic to show your pulse. Whilst all of this was going on the doctor had you lay on a medical table, pulling up your shirt as to expose your belly. "This might feel cold." He said, the only warning before rubbing a cooling gel across your stomach.

"Ruben." You flinched, practically panicking now.

"Hey, I'm here." He said, grabbing a hold of your hand, squeezing it to reassure you.

Your eyes traveled to the ceiling, the blinding lights causing tears to slid down the side of your face. You gasped as pressure was applied to your stomach, the doctor moving around with his tools. However, you were to afraid to look and confirm this.

"Ultrasound begins." The doctor said, speaking to his nurse. "We have a visual of the fetus...Everything looks fine. Let's move on to localizing the heartbeat..."

You tilted your head as Ruben grip around your hand tightened. He looked focus, brows furrowed as his eyes were fixated on the little TV screen. The suspens was killing you. What if something was wrong with your....

"Hearbeat located." The doctor said,  followed by a collective sigh from both Ruben and the nurse. You, however was still trembling all over.

"Congratulations Mrs Dias, you and your husband await a beautiful baby girl."

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You returned to the hotel room around midnight. Ruben was still on the phone with Elena as you went to wash up. Only when you were halfway asleep did you feel a dip in the bed that you shared.

"Ruben?"

He krept closer, doing something that the two of you had never done before. "I'm here." He said, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close.

"Why are you shaking?" Your eyes flung open, turning around in order to face him. Your heart sank once you saw the exhaustion in his face, the remaining terror in his eyes. "Ruben?" Your hands went to caress his cheek, but he jerked away, not wanting to be consoled.

"Ruben?"

He sat up and you followed.

"What's wrong?"

He shook his head, burring his face in his hands as if he suddenly suffered a severe headache.

"Ruben, please. You're scaring me." You scooted closer,  desperate to be near him, to touch him. However he jerked away once more, refusing to be touched. It broke your heart, seeing him this way.

"I thought I...." He mumbled. "I thought I lost..."

"Oh Ruben, the baby is okay. Everything is gonna be okay." You didn't care if he refused to be touched, you couldn't take it, leaping forwards to pull him close. However Ruben caught you in motion, grabbing your hands just as you were about to touch him. The room was dark but Ruben eyes were visible in the moonlight. They were shimmering,  shimmering with his tears. He pressed his lips together, uttering the words through gritted teeth. "No Y/N, I could have lost you." Your heart fluttered, eyes fixated on him and only him. He surrendered, lowering your hands so that they rested on each side of his face. "I could have lost you." He whispered, shifting his head a little so that your hand covered a part of his mouth, his lips soft beneath the palm of your hands. "I don't know what I would have done if I'd lost you Y/N."

"You won't lose me Ruben. Not me or the baby."

"Fuck."

He looked up, eyes wide. The palm of your hand still covered his mouth, however his intentions were not to speak. He kissed it, the center of your hand, moving on to kiss the back of it, tracing the kisses all the way up towards your forearms, railing you in. You gasped once he had you pressed flush, against him, his head buried in the crease of your neck. He inhaled your scent,  preserving it in his memory. "Ruben." You groaned. The heat of the moment capturing you too. You knew that you wanted this, you've always wanted this. "I want you Ruben." The words were whispered against the smooth skin below his ear. Ruben responded with a low grunt made deep down in his throat. And then his hand slipped between the sheets in search for an opening.

Your back arched, to the sensation of him, Ruben's fingers, making their way down your damped panties.

"Say you want me Y/N." He huffed. "Say you want me forever."

"I want you Ruben, forever."

It was all that needed to be said. No further words were spoken as the movments between you synchronized into something fluid, a liquid of some sort. A liquid of love. Yes, it was the only to describe it. The two of you were in love.

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UPDATE ON FLESH HOUSE: IT IS GONE. MY HOUSE HAS FALLEN INTO THE GROUND AND BURROWED SOMEWHERE. THE HOUSE IS GONE AND SOMEWHERE UNDER FORT WORTH. I REPEAT MY FUCKING HOUSE IS BURROWING UNDER TEXAS. In other news I’ve stopped mysteriously selling meat to the shawarma shop, it was just growing too fast for me to get in and out of the door.

Oh that will certainly not have horrifying consequences. I will be watching the Fort Worth news for a while, I believe. Oh well, nature is beautiful! I hope you saved up enough money from your meat business to find a new apartment!

I wonder what will happen to that one 👁👁