#and yet she'll find something that you are just doing horrendously wrong!!!

[regular-lord-reckoner]

well, in some good news i think i salvaged my hair and it turns out the provider i hate doing charts for more than goddamn anything has decided she no longer needs my services, lol

i'm free!!!

[morazanx]

Vidia

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Fandom: Tinkerbell (Film Series), Disney Fairies.

Warning: insinuation of stalking, obsessive behavior, possessiveness, insinuation of addiction, unhealthy dependency, toxic dynamic, Yandere Themes, Etc.

She was a nonbeliever when it came to love.

She saw many fairies fall head over heels for someone like love at first sight, and each time, she was ridden in bewilderment and disgust.

Why would someone waste their time on someone who'll never even return those sappy feelings?

She went as far as to vow that she'll never fall for that chivalry, yet, here she was doing it with you.

God, why do you have to be so irritating that you clouded her mind even when she was working?

She hated it.

What gives you the right while you get to be all jolly with your co-workers?

She was irritated when she couldn't keep her eyes away when you were choosing your talent. She should've left and not care in which guild you were put into but, she stayed.

By the second star that she stayed.

Something in the pit of her stomach was possibly hoping you'd be put into the better guild, her guild. Among the fast-flying fairies.

But, it seemed the universe was against her that day, you were put with the filthy animal fairies out of all the guilds.

Alas, she thought that was the end of it; boy, was she wrong.

With each turn she goes to guide the winds she'll see you looking up at her. With your bedding eyes while you tended to some random animal that she could care less about.

A Kindle was set ablaze after that, and she didn't like that feeling one bit.

So, she made it her top priority to treat you like a pest; a rodent. And yet, you stuck to her like an annoying leech.

With each push she gave you, a bad word that she said, or even destroying your workplace, you showed her kindness in return. She almost thought you were stupid when you trusted every word she told you. She tossed hell at you and yet you tossed heaven right at her.

What are the odds of finding a fairy like that? She thought one night and that's when it struck her.

By the second star, damned be your name.

Out of all the fairies, you!? No this can't be happening!

She spent the whole night making a mess of her place just to take the frustration out.

You were like a pest to her, so how the hell did you manage to worm your way in?!

She sputtered out every bad word in the book before she finally calmed down enough to think about it.

Now that she thought of it, you were truly the only person that has caught her attention, even if you were incompetent. Although she hates to admit it, you were, in some angles, good-looking enough to pass as average.

Okay fine, she unfortunately finds you pretty.

She can say you're sweet, well dressed even for an animal fairy, with bold ruby eyes. Although your hair is a bunch of frizzy curls it does suit you in a way, with a nice Auburn color. Although the orange attire is a horrendous color, you managed to make it appealing.

Shit.

Although she wanted to ignore these feelings she realized that others might feel the same way for you.

And unfortunately for you, she tends to get competitive.

After that night, she began to ponder on all the possible scenarios that involved you, and for the first time, she kept a keen eye on you for simple observation in her words.

It didn't surprise her that some swordsman had a kin for you but the fact that other fairies also did is what truly surprised her.

Now she was truly screwed; she had no experience with proper ways to Court approach you in a non-rude way.

And by a stroke of bad luck, a swordsman was already preparing to take your hand. And she has to say he looked like he was greeted with the ugliness of a troll. She almost laughed at his attempts until she realized you would definitely ignore his looks and accept his token.

By the second star, why in the Neverland did she fall for someone like you!?

So, she did what she does best, ward off the fairies she finds displeasing.

And boy did it work. Triumph washed over her when she basically destroyed what he was gonna give you and also his already crippled self-esteem.

She would lavish this event as if it were the trophy of the century.

Luckily for her, you didn't see.

This went on for weeks until she finally managed to get rid of enough competition.

To her, getting what she desires is easy, but when it came to you, it was as if she was a haywire compass that had a magnet as a lover.

So before she went on and tried to approach you, she first learned everything about you. From your hobbies down to the secrets not even the mirror knows.

She found it weird that she was quote-on-quote " stalking you," but, in her mind, she didn't see it as that. She was just getting to know you, without actually talking to you.

She acted as a bodyguard every time she was around you but played it off by saying snarky comments.

Deep in her heart, she wanted to reenact what she saw when other fairies courted each other. But, it wasn't a natural instinct for her.

But what actually came naturally for her was what a toxic ex does.

Treats you like a possession.

Makes you feel like a lower being from her.

Thrives in your self-judgement.

And feeds on your desperation.

Unfortunately, a certain tinker fairy just had to shove their existence into her animal fairy.

But, she can always use her.

Like a pawn in her chess game.

Word Count: 972

-Hasn't been checked for grammar, nor has it been proofread.

-English isn't my first language so I apologize if there are any errors in my writing.

[lihikainanea]

With all your yummy food posts I got to thinking of Tiger trying to cook Bill a surprise bday dinner but failing. She wants to cook his fave Swedish dishes he's always making for her and maybe something his dad made growing up. Stellen sent the recipe. Bill has been missing Sweden some lately especially around his bdy or the holidays? He walks in from being away filming or a photo shoot to find rhe house a mess and Smokey and a small yet angry Tiger. I can't help it ... everything makes me think of these 2 🤷😁🖤

ohhhh HOW I LOVE THIS.

And like, the thing is, tiger is a good cook, you know? Bill loves her cooking (and her cookies). But this is a whole other ball game because it's just ingredients that tiger has never worked with, and has no idea what to do with.

Maybe they're away somewhere--somewhere in the southern United States or something. This whole zombie virus has actually worked in tiger's favour because now she just permanently works from home, which means she can work from wherever Bill needs to be--so now she just kind of follows him from set to set. But Bill s not really a southern United States kind of guy. Don't get me wrong--they start to enjoy some things. They try fried alligator bites together. They're both fond of the dirty, run down no-name bars with peanut shells on the floor and whiskey strong enough to take your nail polish off. In fact, they often head there on a random Tuesday night to enjoy--or at least choke down--some strong brown liquor in a place where Bill knows ain't no one gonna recognize him. Tiger discovered what a hush puppy was, and how great fried green tomatoes were. Bill eats his body weight's worth of deep fried Oreos. There are good things to the Deep South--namely, the pleasure of watching Bill eat a ripe peach as juice drips down his chin and he makes that very familiar sucking noise.

But after a few weeks, he's homesick. It's around midsummer in Sweden, which is always his favourite time of year, and tiger wants to surprise him. She has Gustaf send her some stuff, and Papa S send her some recipes. And one day when Bill has a real long shoot but he's off for a few days after, tiger gets to work.

But look, it's doomed from the get go. It's chaos the minute she tries to stab open the can of surstromming--and promptly can't stop gagging from the smell. How anybody can even be in the same ROOM as this stuff let alone willingly ingest it, tiger has no idea. She can't stop gagging even once she flings the can outside, because the smell just lingers.

and like, tiger has been to Sweden. She knows they pickle everything. She knows there's just random blobs of roe on most foods. She's cool with it.

But this is something else entirely. Maybe she decides that like, to get the stench of rotting fish out of the rented house, she'll start making dessert--princess cake. Bill's favourite, and her favourite too. Something about the delicious marzipan and the absolute pillow of almond cream, and the spongey, soft cake and the jammy layer is just...perfection.

So she sets about making the elements. But like, this fucking cake man--it takes forever. You have to dye the marzipan. You have to make the cream. You have to bake the cake. And by the time tiger tries to pile the almond cream onto the cake in the perfect dome, it's horrendously lumpy and lopsided but she's thinking the marzipan will even it out.

Spoiler alert: it doesn't. The result is a lumpy, puckered, disgusting mess that's oozing everywhere.

She shoves it in the fridge and refuses to look at it.

The boiled potatoes are a gummy, starchy mess and the gloopy dill cream sauce on top is not only remarkably off-putting, but it's barely classified as a sauce by the consistency. It's more of a....paste. The salmon gravlax is disturbingly mushy and alarmingly under-cured. Tiger doesn't fucking know what falukorv even is but the word flaccid is all that comes to mind when she looks at it.

It's a disaster. Bill arrives home to a weird stench in the house--and that's really the only word for it--it all just stinks of burnt and dill and bad potatoes and failure. He can hear stuff boiling over from the kitchen, but of more concern, he can hear tiger's desperate wail of frustration. He kicks off his shoes and crosses the hallway quickly, heading to the scene of the crime, and my god--it does look like a crime scene. It's a mess. Pots everywhere, chopping boards everywhere else, he briefly registers some seagulls amassing on the gallery and fighting over something. Tiger has a knife in her hand, she's wide-eyed and frantic looking.

"Okay," he says calmly, "Wow."

Tiger wails again.

"Put the knife down," he says slowly. She does.

"I wanted to do something nice for you," she mumbles.

"By summoning a hurricane to storm through the kitchen?"

"Bill," she wails. He chuckles a bit.

"Kid what the hell happened?" he asks, moving towards her. He shuts a few dials on the stove, moving an overflowing pot into the sink.

"I wanted to make you a swedish feast," she mutters, "But fuck swedish food."

A loud, angry caw from the balcony makes both of them jump. Bill points to the window, his brows raised in an unspoken question.

"Rotting fucking herring because Sweden is disgusting," she snaps. Bill can't help but smile. This is a mess- an absolute fucking catastrophe--but damn her heart was in the right place.

"Tiger you're a goof," he smiles, "Come here."

He opens his arms and she just kind of falls into them, another frustrated wail escaping her lips.

"I know how homesick you are," she mumbles pitifully, "And I wanted to do something nice for you."

"Oh sweet girl," he kisses her hair, "Thank you."

"It didn't work," she mutters into his chest.

"I see that."

She sighs, and he hugs her closer.

"Pizza?" he asks, and she chuckles into him.

"Yep," she says, "But at least the dessert is salvageable."

She breaks away from him, opening the door to the fridge.

"I made you princess cake," she says excitedly. But then she pulls out this gloopy, unidentifiable mess--the green marzipan melting everywhere, the top all uneven and dimpled, the pink rose droopy and sagging. Cream runs off the plate. Tiger's face falls at the exact same time as Bill's eyes widen, his lips pressed together in a barely-contained gut laugh.

Tiger sighs, defeated.

"Pizza and dessert?" Bill asks, pulling out his phone.

"And beer," tiger sighs.