#ok have food now shoo shoo !!

[gofishygo]

to me tf141 x 141! reader is always going to have some sort of place in my heart .

john price who knows he's breaking the rules, getting ever too close to his sweet subordinate, knowing that his grip on their hand during missions drags for moments too long . but he knows, he's okay with the risks , because it's you . even if it compromises the both of you in ways that would never happen if you'd just stayed apart , raises the price on both of your heads by a tenfold , you've wormed your way into his heart, and know he would make sure you lived there forever .

kyle 'gaz' garrick who'd sworn he'd always stick it to the civvies . less complicated that way, he initially thought , not having to deal with any more danger and conspiracy and the headstrong rivalries he kept to his taskforce , only another pretty face . but you come along , with your tac vest and chipper smile and bright eyes , and you let him breathe . a person who acted far more 'humany' than the rest of the team, but had the agility and strength the spear a gun like a battering bull into an enemy and still make it look incredibly beautiful . and then he forgets how to breathe at the sight of you , all over again .

simon 'ghost' riley who puts his heart out on line and hook for his new teammate . he'd never imagined finding gentleness under such military circumstances, never felt the warmth of his weary and broken heart in living hands ever since his family . but you patch him up and piece him up in and in between long deployments, and he cant help but cherish the fingerprints you leave on him .

john 'soap' mactavish who bores at the idea of a slow and civilian life, with his 'best friend' in the taskforce feeding right into it . testing bombs together, challenging each other to clear courses the fastest . wiping the dirt and blood off of each others faces after the roughest missions , excusing his rising heartbeat by the adrenaline when you fall asleep on his shoulder in the chopper . and when you laugh , it's sharp and loud and the exact hum he wants to drown himself in for the rest of his life .

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITAH for telling my wife no?

My wife (35f) and I (38m) have been married for 12 years, dated for 3 before that. We have 3 kids (10m, 7f, and 5f). We both work full time in separate fields, she does some chemistry thing that I don't understand and I am a manager at a computer repair store my friend runs, and also a short story writer when its slow. She is definitely the breadwinner bill payer between the two of us, but I bring in the fun money for our family and would be completely listless if I didn't at least work part time. We also fully own our home because of her job.

Also, my parents watch the kids for us during the week when we are working. It's been this way since our son was born, and they've been doing it less since they are all in school. But it's free childcare, they refuse to accept money unless it's reimbursing for buying food.

Ok, now that all of that backstory is set, here's where the problem begins.

A couple of months ago my wife started pepper into conversations about a possible promotion coming up that would get her out of the lab and into a more "manage the lab team" position, with less dangerous hours for more pay. Ever since the first time she mentioned it I've been hyping her up and telling her she's a shoo in for the promotion, especially since she's been working there since her masters internship and now she has a PhD.

Last night she told me she was getting word today if she got it! After she left for work this morning I called my boss up and told him I couldn't come in today, and then told my parents the kids were saying with me. We spent the day cleaning the house, drawing congratulations cards, and making a congratulations banner. We also made a couple cards that say sorry and we love you for if she didn't get it. I was working on making her favorite dinner (lobster rolls with lobster bisque, because she's a fancy lady) when she got home earlier than normal. Everyone was surprised, because noone is usually home at this time and yet here everyone was. She got tears in her eyes seeing everything we were still working on, got down and hugged our two youngest, and said she got the promotion! Cheering all around! And that's when she dropped the bomb, saying we need to get a realtor in a state three away from us so we can relocate within the next two months.

I was stunned, and just said no, we arent moving for this promotion. In all of her talks she never mentioned that the promotion wasn't for the same location she's been at. All of our family is here, her parents and mine, all of our friends are here, my job is here. She insisted that she's mentioned relocating before but I swear she never did. That set of a completely new argument about never listening to her and only hearing what I want to hear, and how this will make it so I can stay home with the kids and not even need a fun money job. During this I noticed she was typing on her phone, and when I asked why she was multitasking an argument she said she was texting my parents to get the kids so they don't have to see this.

When my parents got here they congratulated her on the promotion and asked how long until we move.

She told my parents the promotion included relocation.

I'm typing this on the couch in the basement, because I can't face her right now. My parents knowing means she probably did say we would need to move if she got it. I don't want to move, I like my job, and our house. I like being near my parents. I know this would practically set us for life but I don't want to. I know I'm being selfish, and I know I must not be listening when she talks, but I still don't think she should accept the promotion. I still think no.

What are these acronyms?

[csainzoperator]

yummy: LN4 ☆

summary: y/n is a chef in the mclaren hospitality who is famous for her fabulous recipies. everyone is head over heels for her recipies, and a certain someone is most definitely more than head over heels. but not just for the food.

(lando norris x fem!reader)

read more under the cut!

itsmey/n has posted!

another day at work! for the british gp, their special "sticky toffee pudding" was a success :)

tagged: landonorris and oscarpiastri

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landonorris it was so yum (she fed us the so called desert forcefully after giving us a 4 course meal)

- oscarpiastri you're such an ungrateful brat. it was great, bestie itsmey/n

- itsmey/n thank you pastry, and lando...i might leave you to starve to death.

lewishamilton i would kill for a pudding rn! you should drop by merc hospitality y/n!

- mclaren look at you trying to steal our goddamn chef....

f1wagsss oh my god you're so pretty

landonorris has posted!

P2 AT HOME RACE BABY!! so proud of the team to be finishing at P2 and P4. also special thanks to y/n for feeding us well :)

tagged: oscar piastri and itsmey/n

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landonorizz are we gonn ignore the fact that y/n just made it to a lando post???

lechaaair OH Y/N FEEDS US TOO. SHE SERVES ALL THE DAMN TIME. MOTHER 🙏🏼🙏🏼

itsmey/n its literally my job tho...?

- oscarpiastri some people are bad at their job. he's appreciating you for being good. (lando you fr have no rizz man)

carlaando lando are you trynna make a move GN

- landonowinss BROS PROBABLY REGRETTING RN 💀

(time skip!)

it was the hungarian gp. you were in the mclaren hospitality. the mclaren kitchen was quite big, and your co-workers were extremely sweet. you mainly cooked for the drivers and mechanics, while guiding the others. you were tasting a dish when you feel a presence behind you. you immediately recognise who it is.

"what is it now, lando?" you ask with a knowing smile on your face. he sits down on the counter beside you and watches you as you work. "i was wondering if you would like to, maybe, just maybe, come outside with me and sit down and talk and get some food you know?" he blabbers

"are you asking me out on a date?" you tease him. "well, yeah. only if you want it to be. its okay if you say no" he says with a sad smile on his face. you cup his face with one of your hands and give his cheeks a squeeze. "ofcourse i'll come, dumbass. now shoo, let me work. you're too distracting"

the smug smile he has on his face makes you blush. "so i am distracting huh? what else am i? you can give me details when we go on that date" he winks at you and walks off. you just simply shake your head in amusement.

the date goes well. to be honest, more than well. you both have the most fun ever. lando is everything that you craved. he was the sweetest boy. day by day, meal by meal, both of you started talking more, discovering each other. one fine night, in his apartment in london, where you taught him how to bake his favourite cake, he surprises you by asking you to be his girlfriend. you say yes without hesitation. you knew he wasn't going to play around with your heart.

it was the brazilian gp. lando had placed P2 again! you were the proudest girlfriend to exist, and the happiest. you were just so incredibly proud as he was doing so good this year.

itsmey/n has posted!

brazil you were brilliiianttt <3 liked by oscarpiastri, mclaren, landonorris and 92,233 others.

f1wags HOLD UP. SOFT LAUNCHING????

oscarpiastri yuck i hate being around the hospitality now.

landonorris 🌟

- carlandodod PLS IM NOT OK WHAT DOES THIS MEAN.

- leclercvc oh. my. god. guys. i think its lando and y/n.

f1gosssip apparently some people saw looking for his "girlfriend" after the race, and some people even saw him kissing a girl in the mclaren garage! we hope its y/n 😫

y/nfannn MOTHER WHO IS THAT

landonorris has posted!

brazil with bae. thank you team for making the P2 happen! more to come.

p.s i don't believe in soft launches. she let me hard launch after 8 races 🖐🏼

tagged: itsmey/n and mclaren

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oscarpiastri GAG

carlandooo MAMA Y PAPA

carlossainz55 finally mate! congrats :)

maxverstappen1 lando isn't a kid anymore

f1wags OFFICIALLY OUR FAV WAG (with lily obv)

itsmey/n i love you, baby! super proud <3

- landonorris i love YOU. so much. so much.

paddockclubb 8 RACES?? HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN GOING ON OMG

the end ♡

[7seas-of-ryy]

I Need You | Part 5

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

Author’s Note: *F/C = your fav color* I'm enjoying writing this so much that I've been writing in ALL of my free time!! :) Have more parts started already so hopefully I won't keep you all waiting too long!

Summary: Maybe if you pretend to be alright, then it will be?

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Warnings: angst, mentions scars, let me know if I need to add any others :)

The next morning you woke up determined. You would prove to everyone that you were ok. But first, you would need to get out of bed, bathe, and then get dressed... all on your own.

You slowly dragged yourself out of bed, your bones creaking from the lack of movement for so long. Madja may have healed you but you could still feel a lot of the pain. And there were large welts over your body where the deepest cuts had been. You would have some pretty nasty scars soon.

It took way too long to get up and walk towards the bath. You might never make it down to the group if you don't get dressed and go right now. So opting out of bathing, which may have not been the best idea, you grabbed some clothes instead. You got dressed in what you would normally wear. Because you needed everything to be normal.

You slipped a nice F/C dress on, brushed down your hair and braided it back. You walked over to the mirror in your room to check yourself over and that's when you really saw the marks covering your arms.

You gasped and ran your fingers over each mark. Air seems to vanish from your lungs and tears sprang to your eyes. No. You grabbed a hold of that feeling and shoved it deep down inside of you. You would not break.

You heard a creak and whipped your head around to see the shadowsinger standing there. You don't know how long he was there but you knew he made the noise on purpose to make himself known. You watched as his eyes moved along your arms, surely he was disgusted with you.

"Y/N-" He started

"Stop" You interrupted him

He cleared his throat, then waited a minute, "I uh came to see if you needed anything, I can bring you some food" the male gently spoke

"No thank you, I'll be joining you all today. I'll be down in a minute" you gave him a smile, hoping he would buy it.

He eyed you suspiciously but didn't push any further and left your room.

Grabbing a sweater to cover up as many of the marks as you could, you began downstairs. The stairs were just another challenge you needed to get through. You managed to make it down one deep breath at a time.

Before you entered the kitchen, you forced a smile on your face. Walking to grab some coffee, you could feel all eyes on you. Azriel, Cassian, Rhys, Feyre, Mor, Nesta, Elain, Amren, and even Lucien were all watching your every move.

"You got yourself dressed and came down on your own." Rhys stated simply

"I am not a child. I know how to clothe myself," You snapped at him, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it... I just..."

"Y/N I found the most interesting book on the history of the Day Court but it appears to be in one of their old languages. I was wondering if you could help me translate it?" Lucien asked

You felt grateful to the male for changing the subject.

"Yes, I would love to help" you were happy to have something to focus on

You didn't notice Azriel looking between you and Lucien, softly glaring at the male.

As you went to sit at the table, you stumbled slightly, a sharp pain shooting up your leg. Everyone jumped up to help you.

"I'm fine, just tripped on my dress. Seriously, I promise" you gave a small smile to them all as you sat at the table.

You could feel a small shadow wrapping around your ankle and climbing your leg exactly where the pain had been. You smiled softly at the comfort, then remembered that you didn't mean enough to him for him to even show up. A scowl quickly overtook your face and you shooed the shadow away.

Conversation started amongst everyone. You were sat next to Nesta, who started telling you about her most recent smutty book she had read. At least she was treating you like everything was normal.

Besides the fact that you could barely look at Az, you wanted to forgive him. You wanted to take his guilt away but that was a lot harder than it seemed. Avoiding him seemed to be the best option for now.

Eventually everyone started heading off to whatever work they had to accomplish that day. Azriel took off in search of any answers. You, Rhy, Cass, and Lucien were left at the table.

"Until we can figure out why this happened to you, we think its best you stay here, where you're safe" Rhys said

"I will stay with you and we can do research from the house so you'll still be helping" Lucien added

You were about to reluctantly agree, knowing your limits, when Azriel's shadows started to appear and their master not too far behind.

"Eris is here" he said coldly

"Bring him in and be nice. He's the reason y/n is alive." Rhys replied

The spymaster returned quickly with Eris.

"Y/n I had no idea that was going to happen, I need you all to believe that." Eris started out

"Why have you been ignoring our requests to meet?" Rhys countered

"I was trying to figure out what was going on, just like you. These past few days have been rough. I couldn't just go around asking questions, it would raise suspicion... But, I figured out why they attacked and kidnapped her." the autumn court male stated

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[i-cant-sing]

Ok. Ok. HEAR ME OUT. Miguel hanging out with reader (shes chained to the chair) and feeding her (shoving food down her throat) bc she mentioned she hadn't eaten anything while Miguel was out handling business (beating up a child)

Ommg yess but like imagine reader being a spider person and unbeknownst to her, Miguel has grown really fond of her, seeing her as his own daughter and so he... dotes on you. Look, his family loss is still fresh, so he has this abundance of platonic love that he just needs to pour and you are luckily (or not) that person.

And papa Miguel is like trying so hard not to show that he cares about your well being, but HE DOES and he's always worried about you and he just wants to pull u out of the field and tell u its too dangerous for u to be spiderman, but he doesn't wanna say it because then he'll have to explain his concern for u and I've already told u guys that he's an emotionally crippled father who cant say "I love you" but their actions always scream out the words.

So, he thinks its best to just take care of you as best as he can without arousing suspicion from you or pulling u out of the field (cause he knows u love being a hero). He makes you food(mostly mexican because everything else doesn't have enough spice and it doesnt matter if u cant handle spice, you will LEARN to), okay? I mean good, homecooked meals, 3 times a day and he expects you to eat breakfast and dinner(ofcourse u have a curfew) with him. But lunches? well, since you're always on missions during lunch time, he packs u up some food for u to take and he always checks your bento box (ALSO SPIDERMAN THEMED OBV) but perhaps this one day, you forgot to or didnt want to take your lunch along (a very tasty burrito) and when Miguel sees your lunch in his kitchen, he is LOSING it all. My man here is making himself go crazy(ier) by overthinking the worst possible scenarios (because this is unusual behavior in his textbook) and he sends a sort of AMBER alert on your ass because you're not answering his calls/texts(cause ur busy fighting bad guys) and Miguel just sends the ENTIRE spider society to find where you are and bring you home ASAP. Obv the spider society follows his orders to bring you because he's boss man and he probably has some important reason to drag ur ass home and not because papa's heart cant handle that his baby missed lunch???

Omg can you imagine reader finally finishing tying up the bad guys and now stops by a pizza place to grab a slice and girl looks outside to see 100 spidermans swinging around, all coming her way. These guys all shoot enough webs until you were practically cocooned in them and perfectly immobilised, and then they all open up the portal to deliver u to Miguel.

And Miguel just shoos them all away before he begins to free u from the webs and asks where u were, what happened, did the bad guys hurt u, were u kidnapped.

"Yeah-" you pulled the webs out of your hair. "-by your men!" And Miguel explains that he sent them after you because he thought something bad happened to u.

"Why would you think that?"you inquired.

Because you forgot your lunch at home. No, he cant say that.

"I- my spider senses were telling me to. I guess they were wrong." Now before you could ask more questions, he changes the topic. "Anyways, you must be hungry. Lets eat lunch-"

"No, I actually ate a slice of pizza before I was brought here-" you start but Miguel glares at you as he pulls out a dish of enchiladas from the oven, placing it in front of you.

"You will eat. You're hungry."

"I'm actually not. Like I was saying-" but he glares at you again, piling up your plate with enchilidas.

"I wasn't asking, mija." He hands you the utensils, red eyes piercing you. "You are hungry, and you will eat. Now."

[coeurify]

unwind | ellie williams

ellie williams x reader. tlou2 semi-canon universe. jackson based. 1.3k words.

ellie hates being doted over. but she loves you more.

this is a totally self indulgent fluff filled drabble about playing with ellies hair. i just love her and wanna take care of her ok? no warnings beside nondescript mentions of violence.

Ellie hated being taken care of, hated being doted over. This was something you knew all too well, having been stuck to her hip for years now in the small town of Jackson. It was easy to fall into a relationship with Ellie, her energy had drawn you in all that time ago, with bad flirting and sarcastic jokes. It worked on you, embarrassingly so. Since then you put up with every one of her awful puns and loud mouth that often got her in trouble.

You also put up with this disdain she had for being helped. It only got worse over the years, and now as you both entered your twenties, it had become regular. You dealt with the constant shoo-ing off of food you offered her on a supply run. Shrugged off her chipped attitude whenever she got hurt and refused to let you patch her up, always claiming that ‘she had it under control’. She would get embarrassed and flush whenever you did something sweet for her like setting out clothes to wear on patrol, or picking up little supplies you think she may need when you wandered around. She would insist you didn’t have to do it— scratching the back of her neck awkwardly at the thought of you caring for her.

This dynamic fell into the physical side of your relationship too. She was the one who wrapped her arm around you. She was the one who placed kisses to your cheek out in public. It was Ellie who called you baby around friends and introduced you to people. She was the one who rubbed your shoulders after a long day, always patting you away when you tried to reciprocate. So damn stubborn. It was hard enough to place kisses on her cheek without her groaning and covering the blush up with a dirty joke about taking it further. Once you had kissed her in the street after calling her pretty.. and jesus you don't think you had ever seen her get so flustered— her nose screwing up as she swatted you away. You let most of these things slide, not needing her to say that she enjoyed it.

Because there were small, unspoken things that made up for it. They didn’t come often, and Ellie didn’t like to talk about it after.. but if it was working toward a path of the emotionally stubborn girl you loved so much healing.. you would take it. Sometimes it would be things like letting you wipe grime off of her face after a day of work. She would sit quietly as you take a warm washcloth to her face and neck. Other times it was allowing you to play with her shaking fingers in your lap after a particularly bad fight against infected. But your favorite, and one that was becoming much more regular, was her letting you play with her hair.

It started with letting you tie her hair up before patrol— it had been a struggle to get her to agree to. But when she did you both sat quietly and comfortably, twisting little pieces of her hair up to stay out of her face on the windy horse ride. You had watched her eyes flutter close, always tense shoulders relax.. and you knew you had to do it again.

Soon after that she let you wash her hair in the shower, hands shampooing and rinsing her hair. She of course didn’t say anything about it after, quickly changing the topic to something about the moon that night.

Before long, whenever she had a hard day she would come to you silently, clearing her throat and not meeting your eyes as she stiffly laid on the bed or couch and pushed her hair behind her ear. It was a sign you took in very quickly, and fell easily into running your fingers through her auburn locks. It happened maybe once a week, and you never pushed too hard to chat about it. Ellie had enough stress on her.

Today seemed to be one of those days, your girlfriend creeping into the house you shared after the sun had gone down.

You were perched on the couch of the living room, nose tucked into a book as a set of candles lit the room. When she came in and stood at the door, slowly removing her jacket and hanging it on the makeshift coat hanger, you could already tell she was tired.

The way she took a while to pull her converse off, dragging her feet across the hallway, the way you could see her jaw moving to stiffle a yawn. She was exhausted. But Ellie wouldn’t tell you that.

You tread carefully, making sure she has no visible injuries. “Hey Els,” you greet softly— watching her green eyes blink sleepily.

“Hi baby..” she replies, rubbing a dirty hand over her stained cheek. You don’t want to ask if it’s blood or dirt.. let alone who’s or what’s. Biting your lip as she disappears into the kitchen, you listen to the sounds of her dipping a cloth into water.

When Ellie returns a moment later, her face and hands are mostly clean. It highlights the gash on her cheek and her bruised knuckles that she curls into nervous balls. You can see her eyes shift around for a second, feet bouncing ever so slightly. She’s trying to decide what to do next, and you give her all the time she needs.

The auburn haired girl seems to decide finally after a second, walking slowly toward where you sit on the couch. Her hand reaches to pull out the tie holding half of her hair up, and she drops to sit on the carpet under the couch— her back pressed to the edge.

You shuffle immediately, letting her settle between your legs and setting your book down as you reach forward without a word, nails scraping over her scalp. Ellie makes a noise of approval, and you work on gently combing through the knots with your fingers.

It’s silent for a while, and you can feel the nervous tension radiating off of your girlfriend. She isn’t used to this still. It still made her wildly uncomfortable to not do everything on her own. But she needed this right now.

Trying to break the tension, and let her know you wouldn’t bring up the current situation of you two, you start a small conversation. “How was Jesse? You went with him on the trails today, right?” You ask as you brush a few more messy strands behind her ears. The knots are gone now, so you focus more on just running your nails through her hair, no clear action other than comforting her.

Ellie tilts her head back slightly so you can get the small pieces up front, her green eyes closing softly. “Yea, yea he was good. It was a long day,” she mumbled.

You don’t push her to explain, instead finding another little tangle to fix near the nape of her neck.

After another beat of silence, Ellie speaks again. “I found another one of those superhero trading cards, in a house..”

You smile softly, ready to let her ramble about whatever character she had found, like she always does. Usually it's in bed, when sleep won't grace her and she decides you have to be awake too, poking your cheek until you give in to her stories. You like this time much better, hand massaging her scalp lightly. “Yea? Who?”

“Seismicayla,” she begins— the tension in her voice and body wearing away as her mind focuses on the card again, licking over her lips as her mind straightens out the character’s story.

“She- she’s got these shockwave powers, like.. babe she’s so fuckin’ cool..”

You nod along as she continues, fingers still working through her hair. She explains in detail everything about the girl, and you listen intently.

It wasn’t often you got to take care of Ellie, but god did you love it.

[whispering-ways]

• ⪩⪨ ♥︎ love struck ♥︎ ⪩⪨ •

♥︎ summary: you've just come back from a horrible date and your roommate, Midoriya, helps comfort you

♥︎ pairing: izuku midoriya x reader

♥︎ tags: no warnings, just fluff :)

♥︎ notes: hi everyone, hope everyone is having a good day and I hope y'all like this fic! love y'all and thanks for supporting my fics &lt;;3

You close the door to your apartment with a sigh and head to the kitchen. “Yet another piss poor date,” you think to yourself, fatigue settling in your bones. At this point, it was just too tiring. You’d downloaded every single dating app you could think of; you tried your luck on Tinder, Hinge, Bumble, and everything else under the moon. But regardless of how wide a net you cast, you always seemed to pull in the worst fish. It’s not that you hadn’t found anyone attractive or no one had liked you, but every single time you went on a date, it just managed to go sour. 

The first date you’d been on seemed really nice at first, but with the way the guy kept on mentioning that women should be good housewives rather than ‘trying to shoot for the stars’, you knew that pursuing him would go nowhere. The second guy was no better. You’d agreed to go back to his place, just to realize it wasn’t even a place at all; it was his parents’ basement. The third guy? Gross, absolutely gross and that’s all you were going to say. And that led you to today. Today’s date seemed like a shoo-in. 

The guy you were talking to was nice, smart, and sweet and it really looked like he was into you. So when he asked you out on a date to a nearby French restaurant, you were genuinely excited. At the least, it gave you a chance to dress up. But after nearly an hour of waiting, you realized that you’d been stood up. You were so upset thinking about the whole situation that you didn’t even notice your roommate on the couch when you took off your heels.

“Hey, I didn’t think you’d be home by now. Thought your date would take a little longer than an hour,” Midoriya said, moving to the side and patting the seat next to him, motioning you to sit next to him. Although you didn’t want anyone to see you upset like this, you were so glad to see Midoriya right now. You’d agreed to move in with him about a couple of months ago since you two were already best friends for years. And what you needed the most right now was your best friend and a good and proper vent.

“Yeah I’m fine, just that all my dates keep going terribly and I’m practically un-fucking-loveable or something,” you reply, throwing your purse on the couch and slumping down.

“Ok, no need for sarcasm. What we’re gonna do is you’re gonna sit here and we’re gonna talk it out okay?” Midoriya replies. He gets up to go to the kitchen to get a glass of water before handing it to you. “Now tell me exactly what happened.” 

You take a sip and lean back on the couch, placing the glass to the side. “Well, I went to the restaurant and like I thought it’d be like a nice date, like at least a good time you know? But apparently, I’m a fucking moron or something because I sat there for like 45 minutes waiting for him until the staff had to kick me out because of the long wait times.” Just talking about it made tears well up in your eyes.

“What the hell; did he at least send you a text or anything?” Midoriya asked.

"Oh.. that’s the best fucking part is, I walked out of that restaurant and checked Hinge. I had sent so many messages asking where he was, and guess what? He fucking unmatched me!" you share in disbelief, wiping away the tears with your sleeve. You then grab a pizza roll, attempting to find some comfort in food. "I don't know why this always happens.. I just feel like I'm always going to have terrible luck, it's like I'm cursed. Maybe I'm just delusional and need to accept the fact that I'm unlovable..." you speak sadly, staring blankly.

Midoriya placed his hand on your shoulders, abruptly turning you to face him. Surprised by his sudden movement, you paused in your conversation. "Don't say that about yourself, okay? You are loved by so many people, and you're absolutely loveable. All the guys you've just talked to are just douches, and you deserve so much better than them.” You nod your head and wipe your tears, doing your best to pick yourself up. 

He lets out a sympathetic sigh. “How about I make you some of that spicy ramen you like and we watch a movie together? You relax and I’ll take care of it all,” he suggested. 

You chuckle at the sweet gesture. “Yeah...yeah that sounds really nice actually.” A part of your heart felt a pang of hurt at his actions; although it was a sweet friendly gesture, that’s all it’d end up being. Just a friendly gesture. But you did your best to erase that thought from your head.

Midoriya gets up from the couch to start cooking the ramen and you head to your room to change out of your dress into some more comfortable pajamas. You tie your hair up before heading to the kitchen and sitting on the countertop to watch Midoriya cook. After a moment or two, you pipe up and ask whether he needs any help.

“No, I’m all good; just sit there and look pretty. Besides, it’s just ramen, there’s not much to do with it.”

You blush at the reply, but shrug it off and reply “Well at least I offered.” 

As Midoriya cooks the ramen, you both slip into talking about your lives. Midoriya talked about what an ass his boss was being, which was a great way to distract you from your own problems. The light gossip lifts your heart, and you feel refreshed and ready to tackle the world. Once the ramen is prepared, he scoops two bowls and walks towards the couch, where you follow behind him. You sit down and he walks over to your bedroom. With curiosity, you wondered what he was doing there, but shortly after, he returned with your favorite blanket in hand. 

It warmed your heart how much effort Midoriya put into cheering you up. He momentarily takes away your bowl of ramen, only to spread the blanket across you and return the bowl back to you. You take a bite and immediately melt into the couch; it is just what you need. Midoriya joins you on the couch and hands you the remote to pick out a movie. After flipping through a couple of options, you finally settle on a rom-com that you’d been wanting to see for a while. 

It didn’t long for you both to finish your ramen and from there on out, all you both were focused on was the movie. Or at least, it seemed like that’s what Midoriya was focused on. All you could think about was how close you both were. You didn’t know what compelled you to offer whether he wanted to share your blanket with you, but you were definitely glad that you both were sitting closer together. Your fingertips were barely brushing with his and you could smell the cologne on him. “Pine and just a hint of smoke,” you thought, but you knew thoughts like that were only going to hurt you. After all, you guys were just best friends. 

You try your best to remain focused on the movie, which seems to work fairly well. Not too much longer passes until you and Midoriya begin making comments about the film, which had always been your favorite part of watching movies with him; he always had something out-of-pocket to say about what you two were watching.  The climax of the movie had the hero show up at his crush’s door with a bouquet, ready to ask her out. "See that right there? That's what I want. Some flowers and all that stuff on a date? What wouldn't I give to experience a date like that,” you exclaim with a dreamy expression on your face.

You hear Midoryia laugh, and you turn towards him, confused. “What’s so funny?”

“It’s just funny you say that like you haven’t ever gotten flowers ever,” he replies, focusing back on the movie. 

“That’s because I haven’t,” you mumble quietly, but not quiet enough to slip Midoriya’s earshot. 

He whipped his head around to look at you. “That is genuinely insane, if I could take you out I'd have gotten you flowers for sure, what a damn shame honestly.” You look at him stunned, wondering whether if what he said had registered in his own mind.” Well, you know I mean a girl like you, not you...not that there’s anything bad with you..ugh I’m just fucking it up,” he stammers, his hands flying to cover the rosy blush that now covered his entire face. 

You turn away from him and an awkward silence passes between you both. But there was no way you could just leave it off at that. “So you want to take me out then?”

“No..well I mean yes, I’d be privileged too but...” he trails off before sighing, leaning back into the couch. His hands still cover his face as he says, “I just...in all honesty, I don’t want to take advantage of you being upset right now and I know that you don’t have feelings for me so a date would just complicate things, you know?”

Saying that you were thrown for a loop was an absolute understatement. It took you a moment or two to process what he just said before replying, “It’s not like I haven’t thought about it you know. And it’s not like I don’t have feelings for you.”

Midoriya shot up at break-neck speed. “”What?? What do you mean by that??”

“No it’s whatever really, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” you say, fiddling around with the corner of the blanket. 

You feel Midoriya's hands gently move over to cover yours, pulling you back to look towards him. His eyes searched for an answer within your own and when you continued to stay silent, he said ”Literally if you don't tell me I'm going to spend all night trying to figure it out and you know I won't with how oblivious I am."

You look down at your interlaced hands and reply, “Well, you know, you’re my best friend and I genuinely enjoy spending time with you. Like I don’t think many people make me genuinely as happy as you do and I have feelings for you. I’ve thought about like being with you, but I like friends with you and  I don’t want to weird you out and push you away.” 

Midoriya lets go of your hands and for a moment, you think that this was the end, he was going to move out and never talk to you again. But before you can even register it, he pulls you into his arms and hugs you tight. He pulls you back and shifts his hands from the small of your back to your face, cupping it. His face has a huge grin plastered all over it. “Weird me out? I didn’t want to weird you out! I love spending time with you and I’ve wanted to go out with you for a long time. You don’t realize what a dream come true this is.”

At first, hearing that shocks yu, but then you start to laugh at how silly the situation is. You hug him back, happy to be on the same page. After you both let go, you smile and a moment passes between you two. It's a bit awkward but you know what you both are so happy that it’s okay. “Is it okay if I kiss you now.”

You’d never seen a man nod quicker in your life. “Yeah, yeah, that would be nice,” he replied, trying to play off his nod. Your hand slips to his cheek and you lean in to kiss him. You feel his smile against your lips, making you absolutely giddy. You pull away from him, your face flushed red. You looked up at Midoriya, whose green eyes shone with admiration. He just looked too cute; you couldn’t help but lean back into pepper kisses all over his face. 

With passion, Midoriya's need to hold you became too overwhelming. He gently eased you into his lap, lifting up both legs so they straddled his. Taking you by surprise, he kissed you repeatedly, as if to convince himself that this was no dream. With every separation of his lips from yours, he seemed more and more content. Breathlessly, he asked, "Is it too early for me to ask you to be my girlfriend?"

“Absolutely not,” you say, snaking your arms around his neck. You pour every drop of affection and joy you had for Midoriya into the kiss. “This is like a dream come true,” you thought.

You two spent the rest of the night, cuddling with each other as you finished the movie. “I never thought I’d say this, but I’m so glad that guy flaked on you,” Midoriya said, kissing you softly on the forehead. 

You chuckle, leaning on his shoulder. “I couldn’t agree more.”

[roachesbf]

Heyy i hope your doing ok!

I wanted to request a Soap x male reader, its very similiar to your rabbit!Rudy x Jessica!male reader story but hear me out 👀

Male reader is hot af like dude be making people stare at him jaw dropped and shi, not only that but he smart as hell too, dude graduated from Harvard in the highest honour, wealthy af and he strong af too AND hes a total sweetheart to Soap but he abit cold to strangers.

So basically male reader was somehow able to convince Price to let him visit the base and everybody staring at him like "zamnn👀👀" but then male reader sees Soap and his cold and stoic expression completely melts and he just runs up to Soap and hugs tf out him and gives Soap some of the food he cooked for him and is just being cheesy af to Soap and then a strangers aprouches Male reader and tries to ask him something and Male reader goes "what😐" and then immediatly goes back to baby-ing Soap.

PLEASE I WOULD CRY TEARS OF JOY IF YOU DO THIS🙇🙇🙇

Soap Headcanons: Ft absolute whipped Male!S/O

Somehow someway you’ve managed to secretly sneak your way into Price's spot of number one favorite. Being able to easily convince him to visit base and get a chance to see everyone again*cough*SOAP*cough*. He obviously knows why you want to go, practically everyone does but he doesn’t have it in his old man heart to say no so you always get your way. You always use the excuse of helping out like doing paperwork, or maybe training new recruits but you never do any of that!! Everyone respects you because of all your achievements…that's why it feels so wrong to tell you off when you’re caught babying Soap, not because you should be getting to work, but because they wish it was them.

It’s always awkward when you first show up on base because who wouldn’t want to talk to such eye candy, but at most you’ll give them the cold shoulder, or just tell them what they need before turning away from the conversation. Even when you’re sitting anywhere, you’ll impatiently tap your foot, as if you’re waiting for something/someone…AND THAT’S BECAUSE YOU ARRE, the entire time you’ll wait for him but that doesn’t mean you’re gonna be happy about it. It’s an absolute 180 because now you’re being all bashful and presenting him with homemade food and treats, holding him against you as you complain about how lonely it is without his loud personality. Soap is probably a physical affection type of lover, so he’ll have you in a headlock while singing praises on how much he missed you as well. 

When he's back and the two of you are together, he insist on training. Of course this gains the attention of others, and you feel the need to shoo them away, insisting that they must be here to oogle your man... "Laddie, Yer heid’s full o’ mince if you think they're checking me out??" and then you get offended because why WOULDN'T they want to check out your totally amazing boyfriend.

He’s completely oblivious to your favoritism as well, he acknowledges that you might like him more than most people because you’re together, but not to the extent that other people say. Even if he does witness this attitude change, he thinks it's the funniest thing in the world and will pretend to not notice when people complain about your favoritism. Price will complain about your attitude towards others, telling Soap to knock some sense into you and all he’ll say is “ I dinnae ken what you mean captain??”

[remiratboi]

Yandere Orc Neighbor x Afab Transmasc enby Human reader

NSFW - Dark Sexual Content - Check tags and blog pinned post - proceed with caution.

TW - yandere, obsessive behaviour, toxic relationship, controlling behaviour, violence, hunting/animal death (not graphic, like hunting for food type thing), unhealthy relationship, Stockholm Syndrome, stalking.

Orc Neighbor who is the big strong silent type. He’s been bullied and misjudged for his appearance his whole life so he doesn’t trust humans.

Sweet, genuine you, who is kind to everyone. You move in, and first things first, bring homemade cookies around to all the neighbors, including him. He doesn’t get that you’re just showing a nice gesture to everyone in the area. To him, you brought him handmade food. You talked to him earnestly. You laughed with him.

He starts showing up randomly at your door. He noticed your gate was creaking. Can he fix it for you? Those groceries look very heavy, he should probably carry them for you. Oh, your hot water has been acting funky? Give him 10 minutes with YouTube and he’ll fix that right up.

You always pay him with kindness and snacks. (You had tried to pay him with actual money once, but he was HORRIBLY offended and you won’t try that again) You babble about your day while he works. You tell him about your job, the annoying clients, how your boss was a bitch the other day. He works away at whatever this days task is, you don’t think he’s really listening. You are wrong.

This is your routine for months. Hes shy and not used to enjoying others company. He’s content to just be near you. For now.

You start leaning on him more, rely on him more. But for the most part, you never even have to ask him to do things for you. The gutters need cleaning, and there’s no way in hell he’s letting perfect you on top of a rickety ladder. Your breaker keeps blowing, and you just need to do a simple peice swap, but before you can even buy the part, he’s there, ready to fix it. There’s a lightbulb burnt out, that you just can’t reach. No problem, turns out he’s tall as fuck. You never expected your new home to have this many problems. You’re just so lucky to have him around.

You come home one day and your back door is open. You could have sworn you’d locked that… you round the corner into your bed room to find the new dresser you’d bought built, all your clothes neatly transferred over, and the old dresser gone. Ok this was going too far. You knew who’d done it. It was obvious. You didn’t like to think about the fact he’d had to have moved all your underwear and lingerie.

You marched next door, intent on telling him off, but he was just so proud of himself that it cracked your resolve. You decided to be gentle and explain how he couldn’t just come over when you weren’t home. He couldn’t let himself in. He didn’t agree.

After this it’s like his possessiveness went up by 100%. He was always in your home for some reason or other. You had to be so careful to never do anything embarrassing or private because he was always there. You felt like you were suffocating.

Then there was the dating issues. You were young and wanted to have fun. You were single. So you were dating. You’d bring someone home and he’d barge in moments after you walked in the door. You’d shriek in surprise and try to shoo him out but he was huge and heavy. He’d just leer over you at the person, lips curled above his tusks. Beefy arms crossed in front of his chest while you apologized for your neighbour, he didn’t mean any harm, he was just protective, see? They’d always inevitably get freaked out and run away as fast as possible. He’d smile smugly and walk out the door after them. It never occurred to you he wasn’t going home.

You started seeing one person you particularly liked, so you carefully avoided ever having them at your place. You’d spend dates out, and then go to their place after. And he’d noticed. He started following you when you’d go out. He’d sit outside your work, staring into your office window, hoping to catch a glimpse of you walking by.

It took a few days but he finally figured out who you were dating. A pretty little thing with pouty lips. Shortly after, they broke up with you with no warning or explanation. They refused to even talk to you in person. You were so sad. So sad that you actually kind of welcomed his intrusions now. You were lonely.

One especially sad night, mid thunderstorm, you invited him over for a movie. You fell asleep shortly after it started and he got to watch his favourite movie; your beautiful, peaceful, sleeping face. Something he watched almost nightly now. He craved you.

You shifted on the couch in your sleep, and your head plopped onto his shoulder. He almost took you right then. You were so close. And smelled so good. You were warm and breathy. Something shifted in him. He finally felt it was time to make you his, once and for all.

The Orc mating rituals started the next day. You awoke, hot and sweaty, having been carried to bed and a thick animal pelt covered your body. You were surprised and slightly horrified. Then downstairs the kitchen was bursting with food. Mostly meats. The cupboards, the fridge, the freezer. Why?

He came by shortly after you had woken up. He had 3 large hares tied to a string and he thrust them at you. You leapt back and scolded him. You told him you didn’t want him to kill things for you. He said something cryptic about it being too late for that, but took the hares home with him. He sulked all day after that.

He tried other various mating rituals on you. He beat up a particularly awful client who’d yelled at you (defending his mate and crushing their enemies). He built a large cave/nest structure/thing in your back yard. You swore you were NOT stepping foot in that thing. And the food, so much food. Always food.

You finally had enough and told him with no room for miscommunication that you wanted him to stop contacting you, and to leave you alone.

This enraged him. But not at you. No he was never mad at you. He was mad that his mating rituals were working. Why weren’t they working? If you were an orc, you have been downright swooning. That left only the last resort option for an orc trying to court. Breeding.

(Might make a spicy pt 2, I dno)

[skyliv]

shut upppp. i’ll go back to normal in november it’s ok

this feels way shorter than it felt to write. maybe i just have to get good

i think this would be one of their first actual moments of sweetness, until here wanda moved way too quickly, they were busy trying to keep up. weird witch and the bird teaching her what love can be after over three centuries

Agatha despised lounging around the home Wanda assigned her to. It wasn’t bad by any means, but she commonly found herself too busy studying a grimoire in her basement or doing anything else to pass the time. Even if that meant masquerading around as Agnes.

Now? She sat on the living room’s dark, faintly patterned couch most every night. It was just strange, she’d never stay in one place for too long, unless she was hidden.

The witch held a thick book in her right hand, balancing its opened spine between black tinted fingertips. Her left arm, however, was gently draped over her mutant houseguest’s right shoulder. Marie was practically encased within her own wings, half asleep after being paraded around Westview for the day and pushed into false storylines like a cuckoo’s chick to a nest. She was keeping far less track of the time periods in the town, going with the flow and relishing in her freedom from the hex.

That’s what scared Marie, though, she was worried each and every day about what Wanda could do next, what could happen to the poor people trapped around her. The stress ate away at her, she could only imagine Agatha’s perseverance was because of that all consuming desire for whatever Wanda had. Marie’s eyelids drooped as her train of thought blurred to obscurity.

This was Marie’s idea after all, Agatha sat down for a moment, and she was all over her instantly.

“Did you deal with her today?” Marie had asked.

“Yes, god- Go get yourself food if you want, just get-“

“She had her kid, didn’t she.” And it had just devolved from there.

Agatha continued her reading, contemplating how she could twist the script next. The Maximoffs had just gotten a puppy.. This specific book wasn’t the Darkhold, of course; she wouldn’t let that beast of a spell book out of her sights. Rather, she’d enjoyed journaling other spells to go over earlier in her witch years. Her free hand began to wander and her index finger barely extended, before brushing against the small, wing-like structure that replaced Marie’s ear.

And that’s what woke her up. The mutant stirs with a small mewl, shifting her head on Agatha’s side after the little wing flicks. Agatha’s eyes widened, and she nearly dropped her book when her other hand shot up and froze. Her breath catches, and she holds it for a moment as those striking blue eyes dart around for something, anything that could calm Marie down- But the blanket is on the furthest chair in the room, and Marie had already hogged the small couch’s pillows. So, Agatha panicked and acted on instinct. She waves her right hand, an almost shooing motion, and a gentle violet smoke settles over the mutant’s forehead.

Just like that, she’s back asleep. Agatha sighs, slowly lowering her hand once she notices Marie’s deeper breaths and limp wings. Her brows still furrow, and her movements are hesitant. She didn’t exactly mean to do that, she wasn’t sure if the spell was too potent, or if Marie would have a problem. Yet even then, right when she felt the first hint of worry in centuries, she could truly see how calm Marie could be. The poor thing was always alert, puffed up like the tail of a nervous cat, darting place to place.

She could enjoy this one moment, right..?

Her fingers brushed back over Marie’s ear, thumb rubbing the almost downy feathers. Almost softer than the rabbit asleep in his enclosure a few rooms down. Her eyes are pulled back to the book, yet she can’t focus on it.

This girl is doing something to her, and it isn’t something she could ever pin down.

Marie may be sprawled out like a pinned butterfly, one of her wings and arms drooped off the couch, but there was always something about her that felt put together. It could be her status as a mutant, Agatha figured they were all similar in one way or another. She could look into Marie’s mind again to figure out the answers she sought on the side, but all she found there was light shining through all her fears. But the fears were translucent, like miles of panes of glass, and no matter how far they stretched, the light still poked through. It wasn’t even simple optimism, it was more- It was peace, it was strength and perseverance and worst of all, love.

So she’d let her sleep, give her the peace she so pathetically pleaded for.

[queenofthedisneyverse]

Deceiver Chapter 1 - Villain Camilo au (rewrite)

TW: Some cussing

As always likes, reblogs. and comments are appreciated. Questions are fine as well.

Special thanks to @miracles-and-butterflies and @evostar for the inspiration.

Chapter 2

These past several months have been the best fun Camilo has ever had. He bonded a little more with his family and that's the best thing he could ever ask for. Pranking people with Isabela, games with Dolores & Antonio, relaxing/talking about whatever with Mirabel/Luisa, and writing stories with his new Tio Bruno. Ok, well he's not new but still.

Not only that, but he's not forced to perform or babysit some random kid anymore. Don't get him wrong, he loved performing and babysitting but...it was getting a bit much for him.

A few years after his ceremony, it became expected for him to perform. To make people laugh. So much so that people would actively seek him out in hopes for him to make them laugh.

After he turned nine, he was given children to babysit. A few cousins on his papa's side of the family. No biggie. But after that, word spread around the Encanto, and he just became the designated babysitter of the place.

2, 3, 4, sometimes six or seven kids at a time that he was forced to look after. And at the time, he couldn't refuse. The family image was on the line and wanted to make abuela the miracle proud.

So, he dealt with it. All the times he wanted to relax he had to perform to make crowds or kids happy. If you need an extra Luisa you can just go to him. He can’t mimic her build and the strength she would have without her gift to help carry or lift whatever you needed…To hell with his own relaxation. 

“Hey, it's Camilo! Tell us a story,  we know you have a good one to share”

“I’ve been down lately, say something to lift my spirits”

“Say something funny, I'm so bored!” 

Any time he tried to refuse he would be peer pressured into it. Or told how he was supposed to help. Sometimes he would get scolded if he said no too many times.

"You are a Madrigal for god's sake, you can't help me for a couple of hours?"

"Just take Elicia now, I'll be back in a couple of hours!"

"What's with the attitude?!"

"You watch that attitude young man, or I'll tell Alma how rude you've been."

And usually, when asked to go to a certain place, he usually has to be someone else.

"Hey, I need you to be me for a couple of hours. I do not want to go to that wedding"

"Can you be me at my sister's birthday party? I really don't want to go"

"I need you to be me and go on a date with my girlfriend. She's really been getting on my nerves lately and I just need to break"

"You're Camilo Madrigal, right? Turn into Isabela and do something funny"

Just constant pressure to be that happy go lucky town jester, doppelganger, and babysitter. Not to mention that his gift was taxing on his body. Every shift took more energy out of his body but how was he supposed to explain that? To children especially?

All the food he ate would barely even give him the energy he needed because he would be out of it two hours after breakfast or lunch.

There were days where just wanted to pass out from exhaustion, but he couldn't, you know why? Because he was Camilo Madrigal, Alma Madrigal's grandson, a bearer of the Miracle his abuelo died to give.

He was never allowed to be sad, angry, or any version of upset. Just a happy sunshine boy who would make you smile if you demanded asked him to. Camilo can’t even remember when he actually let himself feel anything besides joy.

But after the magic left...that all stopped. And even when someone tried to pin a child on him, one of his parents, sister, or primas would shoo the person away in their own way.

Things were getting so much better for him and the family as a whole. Sure...there are some issues that haven't been said on Camilo's part but...he has all the time in the world to say something right?

He has all the time in the world to tell his family that he has trouble understanding who he is. How he has trouble seeing who the person is in the mirror when he looks at it. When he looks in the mirror he’s too scared to see whether it’s himself or someone else hiding underneath. 

How he still has issues letting himself feel negative emotions but…the magic isn't going to come back to distract everyone. So everything is going to go great.

-

Camilo watched as his hermanito gave Mirabel the doorknob. His smile widened and his heart swelled at the wholesome sight. As she walks up to it, they all come close.

"We see how bright you burn"

He sings with his family. He, his Hermana, and parents smiled warmly at her. 

"We see how brave you've been"

"Now see yourself in turn"

Mirabel's sisters and parents do the same. Everyone in the family, including Abuela, looks at her proudly. She finally makes it up to the new family door. Tio bruno now stands beside tia julieta and tio agustin. Man, has he grown since the start of all this. Still a little skittish and scared of people but he’s genuinely trying and making progress. 

All of them stay behind her, silently showing that it's her time to shine. She puts the doorknob in the hole and as soon as she does, magic sparks from it. Camilo's heart raced with fear...this isn't happening. He watched as the magic swirled around the house and all over the Encanto. Feeling the magic pulsate through his veins again.

No.

No. No. No. No. No. No! No! No!

NO!

This can't be happening right now. Not after all this time, it can't be. The magic felt agonizingly warm within his body. He never wanted to feel this warmth ever again in his entire life. 

"Hola Casita!" Mirabel smiled and waved at the home.

The happy house started making music with its tiles, doors, windows, and anything else it could finally control again. With so much excitement, Casita bounced the stone floor under Mirabel and welcomed her in first.

"Come on! Get in here!"

Casita did the same for everybody and slid everyone in using the ground they stood on. The joy was ultimately infectious to everyone but Camilo. He was still trying to process what the hell was going on. 

"Calm down Camilo, our gits aren't back. It's just Casita, that's all" He thought to himself as everyone was piled in. "Surely, they wouldn't come back...right?"

Boy was he wrong, one by one, gift by gift. Isabela got her flower powers, Antonio could speak to his animals, Luisa got her super strength back. Pepa was happily dancing with small bits hail over her head. Felix cheering her on as always.

That must mean...no, no no no, it didn't. It couldn't have. He's happily gift less.

But he knew his gift was back. He could feel it in his very soul. Camilo was scared, frightened even. Does this mean things will go back to how it used to be?

Was he going to be the town jester and doppelganger and babysitter again? Was he now going to constantly be told to be someone other than himself?!

No, no, he won't let that happen.

Camilo looked around at the scene. Everyone seemed so happy and jovial while he was in a state of turmoil. Milo was feeling overwhelmed. He has to make this stop. He has to-

Suddenly, the tiles under his feet moved him to the center of the courtyard. Snapping him out of his thoughts.

Wait, what's happening?! he thought as his eyes looked around confused. The family all posed as the camera was brought out and bounced over to them with a rat on top of it.

"Everyone together!" Alma said cheerfully

Huh?!

"La Familia Madri-" Everyone was cut by Casita making them all huddle in too close together. Resulting in a funny but cute family photo.

After the family broke apart a little bit, Milo was given some space to think. If you could call it that. His mind was practically racing with all those horrible memories of how things used to be. 

Dolores looked at him as she heard his heart racing. To be fair, everybody's hearts were racing but she was the closest to him at the moment.

She looked at his face. He wasn't smiling. He looked perplexed to say the least...and a little scared. Which was odd, this was supposed to be a joyous moment right?

She stepped a little closer to him and put her hand on his shoulder. A small way to get his attention.

"Milo...you okay?" She asked softly and quietly, he was close enough for him to hear but quiet enough for others to barely acknowledge.

There's no candle...nothing to snuff out. Nothing to make the magic go away. It's going to happen all over again. No one is going to want me for me anymore. I have to get rid of it. GET RID OF IT! GET RID OF IT! But how?! Did Mirabel bring it back? no...wait, the doorknob...THE DOORKNOB-

"Camilo?!"

Dolores spoke a little bit louder as she nudged his shoulder. Camilo looked at her in shock and looked around. His heart was still going rapidly.

"Camilo are you alright?!" She asked him while she looked into his eyes. She saw panic in his eyes, and he wasn't saying anything...he must be having a panic attack.

Her concerned voice alerted her parents Pepa looked at her son and stepped a little closer, putting her hand on his cheek.

"Mijo, are you okay?"

Camilo finally snapped out of his thoughts "I- I uh...yeah, I'm just...shocked is all" he chuckled nervously. Which wasn't a lie, he was shocked.

"Your heart was going really fast milo, are you sure-"

"I'm sure Dolores!" Camilo answered with a slightly irritated tone. He didn't mean that. Quick idiota, change your attitude "Heh....I'm okay, I'm happy"

Ok, very odd. He was telling the truth but there was something he wasn't saying. Dolores, Pepa, and Felix could see it.

"Mijo...if there's something wrong you can say it." Felix said sincerely.

"I'm fine papa, really"

The party continued and everything was going well. Camilo joined in on the fun as well. But only to appear just as happy as everyone else was. But on the inside, he was feeling everything but happy.

"The magic is back now" a voice in his head said.

"You know what that means," Another voice said.

"Everything will go back to how it used to" another said. 

"You're going to be the villages Mamita and bufón again"

"It'll all go back to everyone never wanting you, just someone who doesn't even act or look like you"

What is happening?! Where are these voices coming from...why are they saying this to me... Camilo thought to himself.

"We're saying it because it's true milo. Everything is going to go back to normal...unless you take that doorknob out of the front door of course."

This was becoming very concerning to him...but he felt like they were right. He didn't want to go back to that, he can't go back to that! He needs that doorknob gone.

When he noticed the attention wasn't on him, he snuck out to the front of the house and stood in front of the door.

It was a happy little door. It had everyone on it as a family. Cami couldn't deny that it was a sweet sight. But he wasn't really in the mood right now for sentimental value. He looked down at the doorknob, staring into it intently. It glowed so beautifully with that 'M' carved into it. Oh, how he hated it.

"Go on!"

"I can't!"

"Just take it already!"

"What if it doesn't work?"

"You want to go back to how things were? At least try it!"

Camilo internally argued with himself for a few more seconds until he reached out and gripped out. He tugged softly the first time, no budge. He tugged harder, still, it didn't budge.

“Puta madre!! Why Mirabel, WHY?! You just have to fuck everything up don’t you?!” Camilo seethed to himself. There was definitely no way of removing the magic this time. That doorknob more than likely wouldn’t budge unless Mirabel herself wanted to remove it. 

He wanted to cry, he wanted to scream, to punch something ANYTHING! This isn’t fair. He can’t go back to being other people! He can’t go back to babysitting every kid in Encanto without a choice in the matter. 

“I don’t even know who I am at all and it’s all their fault! Those soul sucking ungrateful villagers. I never even got a thank you for watching their kids! Never a “thank you” for pretending to be someone else for them! I'm not going to let anyone force me back into that corner, EVER! I will burn this entire encanto DOWN to the ground before that happens again!”

Camilo’s heart was racing fast as he stared at the glowing door. Those smiles were so adorable…so mocking. He looked at the glowing version of himself “drawn” onto the door. He reached up to it and touched it. 

The door felt sickeningly warm to the touch. He could feel the music from inside vibrating off of it. Milo took his hand away with a scowl etched into his lips. He chuckled but there was no joy in it. Only disdain. 

Before he could think anything else the door swung open and hit him straight in the face, knocking him down. 

“OW!” Camilo groaned as he sat up off the ground clutching his face. 

“Huh? Oh sorry Milo, I didn’t know you were there” A voice said apologetically. Camilo instantly recognized it as Isabela’s. 

He looked up and saw her. She was completely covered in a variety of pollen colors but the most obvious one was dark blue. She held her hand out and Camilo begrudgingly took it. Next to her was a giddy and bouncy Antonio. 

“Did you kick the door open?!” He said as he rubbed his hurt nose. 

Isabela shrugged, “Yeah, lo siento. Now come on, Casita said that some of us have new additions to our gifts. Antonio wants you to try something”

Camilo looked down and was met with Antonio’s beaming face, “Cami! Dolores can turn her gift off when she wants too, that’s so cool right?! Isabela can make all kinds of plants now, even poisonous ones! I’m not sure what I or mama or Luisa can do yet but I want you to try something!”

Camilo took in all of that information and reminded himself that he wasn’t smiling, so he pretended that he was just as happy as Antonio, “Oh really? Well, what do you want me to try?” 

“Try shapeshifting into animals por favor!” 

Milo was taken back by that, animals? He remembered trying that once as a kid and nothing happened. 

“I- I don’t know tonito-”

“Pleeeeeease!” Antonio begged with that adorable smile and big eyes. Who can say no to that

Camilo sighed and kneeled down to be at his hermanito’s level “fine, any specifics?” 

“A jaguar, like Parce!” Antonio bounced with anticipation and joy. 

The teen boy looked up at Isabela, who just shrugged and put a hand on her hip as she waited. He looked back down at Antonio and stood back up. 

“Well…worth a shot” Camilo shrugged and closed his eyes. 

Milo focused on the image of Parce in his head and breathed a deep sigh. His eyes closed and breathing calm. After ten seconds he opened his eyes. He looked at Antonio and up at Isabela, then down at the ground.

Paws…he sees paws! He tried to circle around but he would just trip over himself seeing as it’s the first time he’s walking in cat form. But that didn’t deter him at all. He was ecstatic. 

“I- I did it! I turned into jaguar! I can shift into animals-”

“Pffft-” Isabela snickered and Antonio giggled at the sight. Camilo assumed it was because he was walking funny. Nope.  

“You missed a spot primo!” Isabela pointed at her face

“Que?”

“Your head isn’t a jaguar head. And you have a human backside” Antonio giggled. In a quick pace, tonito asked Casita to open the front door. The house obliged and did what it was asked. Before Camilo could get a word out Antonio shouted that everyone come see Camilo in a jaguar form. 

“No wait! Don’t!” Milo wasn’t a fan of his weird shifting quirks. They always acted up at the worst times and he hated it. Now was one of those times. The more he tried to shift back into any other animal or just himself he would just shift into a different animal with strange human likeness. 

By the time people were outside they saw the amalgamation that was a half donkey, horse, and teenage boy. It caused people, especially his family, to laugh at this shifting quirk. It was causing him to panic and shift more uncontrollably. 

He didn’t want this, he didn’t want to be the town entertainment again. Milo stopped to focus on the ground. In this form his legs looked to be a donkey's legs, horse torso, and a capybara face with his normal hands and hair. 

Alma came up to him with tears in her eyes as she chuckled, “aye milo, still trying to make everyone laugh I see” 

This isn’t happening right now…it couldn’t be. He wanted this to be a horrible dream but all of it felt too real to be. The laughs were so loud and annoying. His heart was beating really fast and all he could do was just look around in embarrassment. 

Pepa saw the panic in his eyes and her smile quickly faded, as well as her rainbow. She quickly walked over to him. Felix noticed her expression and followed suit. 

Pepa stood by him and patted his head in order to calm him down “Cami, you alright?” 

Camilo looked up at her and looked back at everyone else. He was not okay. He needed to not be the center of attention right now. He tried to shift into his human form but that just caused so much more embarrassment for him. 

Not to mention that all of this unorthodox shifting was hurting him. His bones and skin just shifted into so many things so many times. It was painful. 

Please stop! Please stop! Please stop! Please stop! Please stop! PLEASE STOP! He thought to himself. With a final scream of frustration he finally shifted back into himself. He checked himself over. Normal hands, normal face, normal body, normal feet. 

His breathing was quick and uneven. His heart beating a thousand beats per second. And…he was crying. Tears were falling down his cheeks and his body was shaking. 

“Camilo” Felix looked down at his son with concern and bent down to pick him up by the arm. “Hey, hey mijo! Breath, look at me!”

The teen couldn’t hear him. In fact, Camilo could still hear and see the villagers laughing at him. Even if they weren’t anymore. The laughter got louder and louder to him, never stopping. 

This frightened Camilo and he ran past all of them. Pushing and knocking over whoever he can to get inside Casita. The voices calling out to him were unheard as he rushed up Casita’s stairs and into his room. 

It was still the same as it used to be. A large theater with a big stage. The only difference was that the lights were much brighter than they used to be. And they were directly on him and followed his every movement as he ran past the audience seats and on top of the stage. 

He moved the curtain back and his old king sized bed was there with all of its yellow, orange, and red pillows, blankets, and sheets. On the right of his bed was a large rectangular mirror with the classic round light bulbs decorating all sides of it. 

“Casita…please,” Camilo whimpered as tears fell down his cheeks. Laughter was still echoing in his head. “Make it stop!”

He covered his ears like his hermana used to when noise became too much for her. 

Why is this happening to me?! I just want things to be normal! Why can’t I be normal, why can’t this family be normal?! Camilo fell to his knees and tightened his hold on his head. 

Why did Mirabel have to touch that fucking doorknob! This is all her fault, her fault, her fault, HER FAULT! Everything was fine before that. My life was going to be normal and now it’s back to how it was! Those people are going to use me again…no…

Camilo’s eyes widened as he stumbled upon a thought, “Those people…those ungrateful ass people! How dare they laugh at me?! After all the turmoil I went through to make them happy…that’s how they repay me” 

The teen boy chuckled, then giggled, and soon he started to laugh. Loudly and Maniacally. This was it, Camilo finally snapped. 

“I’ll make them pay”

On the outside of his room, Dolores was downstairs at the kitchen table trying her best to listen in on her hermano. But she couldn’t hear anything. She did hear him crying but then it just stopped as quick as it started. The only thing she could hear was his heart beat. There was a thought that he was just doing this to get attention but Camilo would never do that. 

“Do you hear anything?” Pepa asked with concern in her voice. The only reason she didn’t barge into his room is because Felix stopped her. He wanted to see him too but didn’t want to overstep a boundary. 

Dolores shakes her head, “No, mama his room is soundproof” 

Antonio looked up at his hermana and parents, “Is he gonna be ok?” 

Felix looked down at his youngest son sympathetically, “He’ll be ok mijo, he was just uh…a little embarrassed”

“A little my ass” Pepa thought to herself as she was stroking her braid. A small gray cloud over her head. 

“He was crying though” Antonio doubted and sank back into his chair a little bit. 

The table went quiet as everyone went into deep thought. He looked really panicked, hurt (both physically and emotionally), and embarrassed. Most of them thought he may have been having a panic attack but Dolores informed them his heart rate has slowed down. Which was also a calming thing to know for her as well.

“If I was in his situation I would’ve cried and ran off too” Bruno admitted quietly as he fiddled with his fingers. 

Camilo breathed in a deep sigh and stared at himself in the mirror. For once in a long time, Camilo saw his face staring back at him. He was sure of himself now…and knowing that put a sinister smile on his face. 

He tilted his head as he noticed something…man he needed a wardrobe change. 

I need a better style than this. Oh! I know Mami and Dolores would love to help me with that! Tonito and Papi would too. Milo stood up and walked away from the mirror, swiping the curtains out of his way and walked down the stage stairs. 

Once he made it out of his room he closed his door lightly and leaned his back on it.  A big and chipper smile appeared on his lips. A soft and happy voice to go with it. 

“Dolores, can you and Mami come upstairs please? I want a makeover”  

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FEAT... tighnari

SUMMARY... tighnari with an s/o struggling with an eating disorder WARNINGS... disordered eating, reference to insecurities/body image, picking out "flaws"

♪ recently, eating has become somewhat of a challenge, the overhwelming feeling of not thinking you deserve the luxury of food really taking it's toll. you'd generally been in quite a depressive state, struggling to get yourself out of bed, or even wake up for that matter, but as soon as night falls, it's practically impossible for you to drift off to sleep.

♪ tighnari, much to your dismay, had picked up on this, noticing the pieces of last night's dinner in the plant pots at the back of the house; the plants you thought he had discarded, their deformities being beyond saving.

♪ other times, he'd picked up on how you would eat unusually slow, then shoo him out of the room once he's finished eating his meal. it happened multiple times, and - concern flooding his mind - he decided that today was the day he'd look through the crack in the door, watching with wide eyes as you'd through away your food the second he left.

♪ he knew in that moment, he had to say something. how could he just watch you neglect yourself like this? the person he loves more than anything isn't taking care of themselves, and he can't let that just pass him by.

♪ pushing the door open wider, tighnari slips inside, leaning on the counter before finally catching your attention...

"i know, love... i know you haven't been eating..." he'd caught you, but in a way you were relieved. you knew you needed help, you just hated asking for it; you didn't think you deserved it. you do, however, still feel a sense of fear as soon as he confesses, and you must have shown it in your facial expression because he immediately hurried to comfort you. "but, i- it's ok, d-" "nari, don't... please, i'm sorry, i'm so sorry" you feel your cheeks dampening, a familiar saltiness rimming your lips; tears. you can't help yourself, letting them pour is almost... theraputic; finally having something, anything, to overpower the emptiness. as strange as it may sound, you've been wanting to cry for days, wanting to feel sad, angry, happy, shocked, anything, it doesn't matter what.

♪ he'd feel his heart twang as he saw the tears rolling down your cheeks, wanting to wipe them away and tell you everything would be ok, but he wasn't sure if he could approach you; making you uncomfortable was the last thing he wanted to do.

"can i... can i come closer, love? you look like you need a hug..." nodding meekly, you take a couple steps towards him, setting the now empty plate in the sink as you passed it. tighnari, in turn, takes a few steps towards you, and keeps going until you're finally in his arms, sighing softly in relief when he finally felt your warmth. "i love you, [name]... i love you so much, and i hate seeing you neglect yourself like this, but i know you can't control it. so please, let me help you"

♪ sometimes you think you don't deserve him either. he's so gentle with you, so kind and caring... how did someone like you end up with someone like him? you see so many "flaws" when you look in the mirror, pointing them out one by one, each time causing yet another tear to fall down your face.... but he loves your flaws. he loves everything about you, and nothing could ever change that. deep down you knew this, you knew just how full of love tighnari was, and how he was willing to give you every last drop, whether you liked it or not.

"you aren't perfect, love, nobody is perfect, and nobody ever can be. so stop picking at your flaws, the things that make you different, because they make you beautiful. when i say i love you, i mean all of you, not just your smile, not just your kisses, not just your eyes; everything. you're more than enough for me, more than i could ever wish for, and i would never even think about changing anything about you. i love you just the way you are..."

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Hello! You might be busy so its ok to put this idea off for a while :)

but can i request a Larissa x f!reader? Making a fluffy meal together with larissa after a long day of work, and r had to question other people what food she likes, but then larissa hears abt this and requested a specific meal/food in mind (they can also bake if Larissa prefers sweets). Love ur fics as always :)

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Chocolate, Anything, Chocolate

Larissa Weems x Teacher!Reader

You sat in the teachers lounge with your colleagues. They had the opportunity to work with Larissa Weems much longer than you, so you decided to ask them about Larissa’s favorite foods. You wanted to surprise her with something and you had no clue where to start.

“I want to make Larissa dinner or something. What’s her favorite food?”

It was like the room spoke at once. Every teacher knew there was only one correct answer to that question, “Chocolate, anything, chocolate.”

After getting the answers you desired, you made your way back to your office to spend the rest of your break looking up various recipes, trying to find the perfect one for Larissa.

“Is y/n in here?” Larissa peaked into the teacher’s lounge, hoping to find you there.

“Just missed ‘em. They were just in here asking about your favorite foods. I have no clue what they are up to.” The response from the literature teacher made Larissa smile. She decided to check your office for you next.

———

“A little birdie told me, you were asking about my favorite foods.” Larissa perched herself of the edge of your desk while you closed out of your most recent tab of chocolate cake recipes. You shift uncomfortably, wondering who was the person who decided to expose your plan. Larissa continued speaking, “If you want to make me something, I absolutely love a simple dark chocolate cake.”

You eyes light up at the suggestion, happy to know that you wouldn’t have to painstakingly search for a recipe you would hope she would like. The search for a recipe would be much easier now.

———

Saturday morning you awoke bright and early so you could work on Larissa’s cake. You slipped from her arms and went to the kitchen in your pajamas. The recipe you found looked perfect for Larissa.

You enjoyed some music as you worked, playing it quietly as to not wake Larissa. You were still in the measuring phase when Larissa’s arms wrapped around you. You could tell she was sleepy by the way she gently rocked back and forth while she held you.

“Good morning.” You respond to her touch in a chipper voice. Larissa remained unamused by the earliness of the morning.

“Come back to bed…” She whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You contemplated adjuring to the bedroom with her, but you had been so exited about making something for her, you shook your head no, “I can’t right now, Riss, but maybe when everything is cooling later we can watch a movie.”

Larissa closed her eyes in annoyance, but she quickly shook the feeling, knowing that you were trying to do something nice for her. She gave you a final squeeze and went to the living room where she took up a new resting place where you could see her.

She must have taken a short nap because thirty minutes later she entered the kitchen looking more bright eyes and awake. By this time, you had the cake batter finished, in the pan, and baking at 350 degrees Fahrenheit.

Larissa began making herself a pot of coffee as you began washing dishes from the cake making process. You wanted everything clean before you began working on making the frosting. While her coffee brewed, she retrieved her laptop to answer emails.

Together you did your separate activities in silence, enjoying the bit of domestic bliss you created for yourselves.

A few hours later, around lunchtime, your cake was finally complete. There was a bit of a delay when you had to shoo Larissa out of the kitchen after she asked to lick the spatula and then kept coming back for more frosting. You smiled wildly as you placed the cake at the middle of the kitchen table, ready for her to see what you created.

Larissa hit ‘save as draft’ on her current email and shut her laptop, her jaw dropping as she looked from the cake to you and back down at the cake again, “Sweetheart, this looks incredible! Thank you so much! Can I try some? We can do dessert-lunch.”

You smile at the idea. You grabbed plates and she got the forks and knife to cut the cake. Together you sat back down side-by-side, ready to try your creation. Larissa served you both a piece, but wasted no time sampling her slice.

Her eyes widened with joy and pleasure in what you created. You were mid chew when she lifted herself from her seat and placed a chocolatey kiss on your lips. When she sat back down, you sat smiling to yourself as you watched her continue to enjoy her slice.

“Oh, this is wonderful. You know, I love chocolate, anything, chocolate.”

You smile to yourself, knowing that her love of chocolate would allow you the opportunity to make her many sweet treats for the future to come.

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CHRISTMAS PARTY - TOM KAULITZ

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Content warning !!: js a little Christmas party w family, Tom gets handsy but that’s pretty much it

“Cmon babe we gotta get goin!” I shout from the doorway. “Ok baby one second I’m putting on my shoes!” Tom yells back, stumbling as he tries to hop to the door with one shoe on. He manages to put his other shoe on and meets me at the doorway. “Ladies first” he smirks opening the door for me. I mutter a thank you before exiting our house. My breath hitches as I feel the cold air hit my skin. “Shit it’s cold”

I mutter rubbing my bare shoulders. Tom comes up behind me and gives me one of his jackets, putting it around my shoulders. “There you go babe” he says smirking as he opens my car door for me. “Thank you” I say again, getting into the car. Tom starts the car and turns on the heat while I start to play music.

Driving to my mom’s house, Tom puts his hand on my thigh, slowly rubbing me up and down my leg as he drives closer and closer to our destination. I blush a little, feeling his hand go up higher. As he’s about to reach my core we make it to the house. “Were hereeee” I chuckle popping the trunk to get the presents out. I grab some of the gifts and Tom grabs the other half, we walk up to the door.

Tom opens the door and allows me to go in first. “Hey sweetheart!” My mom shouts from the kitchen. “Aw hey ma” I shout back going into the kitchen to meet her in a hug. Tom stands there awkwardly for a moment. “Hello there sugar, it’s good to see you again” she says to Tom, taking him in an embrace. “Yea it’s good to see you too mom” he smiles sweetly, hugging her back. “Say honey why don’t you join me in the kitchen?” My mom asks looking at me.

“Oh yea sure ma, just let me set all these gifts down” I say before I walk over to the tree, setting all the gifts we had for family down and then moving to the dining room. “What am I supposed to do while you cook?” Tom whines looking at me with puppy dog eyes. “Talk to the family Tom, catch up with them, you don’t get to see my folks too often” I reply to him, pulling him into a tender little peck in the lips.

“Fineee, but only because your family is cool” he pouts putting his hands in my waist. I giggle. “Alright don’t get into too much trouble while I’m cooking” I say looking into his eyes. “Yes ma’am, you have my word” he says before kissing my cheek and heading off towards the living room.

I smile, going back into the kitchen to meet my mom. “How bout we get started on the mash potatoes?” She asks and I nod. We take out all the ingredients we need and start to chop up the potatoes. I hear Tom and my baby brother chuckling about something whilst watching football, I giggle hearing them laugh.

After a few minutes, I pop the mash potatoes on the table, putting tin over them to keep them warm. As I do so I feel a light hand slap my ass while I bend. I yelp, turning around to see Tom. “Tom!! What did we talk about?” I whisper shout at him, yanking him by his ear. “No PDA in front of the in-laws I’m sorry” he says quickly pleading with me to let him go. I nod taking my grip off of his ear.

“Very good, now go on,” I say shooing him away. “Yes ma’am” he groans stealing a quick peck from me. I walk back into the kitchen. “What else we got ma?” I ask looking at the small woman rummage around the kitchen. “Just the corn then we’re good to go sweet pea” she replies placing a tin container and some cans of corn with about 15 spices and seasonings. I help open the cans and place them into the container. She then puts in all of the seasonings and butter, once that is done she pops it in the oven.

“Perfect,” she smiles, “it will all be done and ready in about ten minutes” I smile back going in the living room to greet my family. I say hi to my little brother and my cousins. I sit on the couch and wait for the timer for the rest of the food to go off.

Once the timer goes off I get up from my seat to help my mother. “You got it ma?” I ask as she takes one end of the container and I take the other “yes, now let’s get this to the table” she replies urgently. We both hobble over to the table and set the turkey down.

All of my family sit down at the table, Tom and I finding our spots next to each other. Tom puts his hand on my thigh as we begin to say thanks. After that I shoot Tom a glare, he laughs looking at me like he doesn’t know what I’m referring to. I role my eyes and continue to eat my dinner.

“So when’s a baby coming?” My mother asks. Tom chokes on his drink and I chuckle. “No ma, cmon I don’t need another him running around” I joke. Tom looks at me pretending to be offended. “Don’t even lie, you’d love a mini me” he says making me laugh. “Yea right” I say. Tom moves his hand higher up on my leg. I look at him again, but this time he’s not returning my glance.

We all continue to laugh and make jokes after awhile. As time goes on Tom slowly moves his hand farther up my leg. I start to get impatient. “Well this has been real nice mama but we gotta get goin’” I say. “Aw ok sweetheart stay safe” she replies hugging me as I get up.

We say goodbye to all of the family before we leave, as we exit the house Tom grabs my butt. “You little tease !” I shout hitting his shoulder playfully. “Ow! I’m sorry” he laughs rubbing his hurt shoulder. We make our way to our car and Tom opens my door for me.

He hops in but before turning on the car he looks at me. “I love you y/n” he says. “I love you too Tom” I reply pulling him in for a kiss. “Now let’s go home”

Hiii this is a scrap that @mxqlss wanted me to finish :) hope you enjoyed ♥

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WARNINGS: mentions of toxic / obsessive parents, mentions of abuse

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✧CHAPTER 4✧

“Fraid there were no missing baby reports… I’m assuming it’s child neglect, we can check the CCTV cameras of the area to find the parents… And the baby’s birth certificate already tells us who we’re finding.” The police officer said as Riki sighed, the girl pouted, hugging the baby close to her. After running to the hospital, to ensure the baby’s health, the 2 were able to take the happy healthy baby to the police station.

“For now you can take her to an orphanage that can take care for now” The police officer suggested. The girl left the building as Riki jogged after. “Oi stop running off like that- do you even know any orphanages nearby?” Riki asked as the girl looked him up and down as if he were crazy. “No, I don’t need to know, I’m taking her home.” the girl simply said as Riki stared at her dumbfounded.

“Are you crazy? You might end up hurting the poor thing.” Riki said as the girl rolled her eyes. “I used to babysit my dad’s whore’s baby, I practically have experience. And an old crib in the attic.” The girl said as she walked home. “W-wait. Get on my bike.” Riki simply said as y/n frowned “what?” the girl asked as Riki groaned “I said get on idiot. You’re not raising the child alone.” He said and now y/n was the one staring at him as if he were crazy. 

Jay answered the door, hearing the doorbell, practically ready to lecture the girl on being out late for so long. “Hey Jay Jay!” The girl said with a bright smile as Jay blinked “Are you ok?” Jay asked as y/n shrugged. “Yeah I’m more than ok- I’m happy late night walks are so nice” she said with a smile, hugging Jay tightly and turning him away from Riki, using this chance Riki snuck in and up to her bedroom with the baby. “Jay jay- you don’t have to babysit me-” She added as Jay frowned.

The girl pulled away as Jay stared at her, clearly suspicious of her actions “You’re up to something.” Jay trailed off as y/n laughed nervously “what? Of course not -” “please. I’m not stupid. I saw Riki sneak in.” Jay said as the girl’s eyes widened. Hearing this, the male stepped out, his shirt slightly unbuttoned near the top, and hair a mess, y/n’s lipstick smudged on his collar. The girl stared at him, clearly disgusted. “So you two fight like tom and jerry at school but behind our backs you’re dating?!” Jay asked as Riki clicked his tongue “You better keep this to yourself hyung…” Riki trailed off. 

The girl was trying to deny, but Riki slinged his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into a hug. “Can’t let anyone know bout this… especially Sunoo” Riki said as he ruffled the girl’s hair roughly. Jay sighed as he grabbed his suitcases. “If Sunoo asks, I was babysitting you the whole time he was gone.” Jay simply said as he left. “ARE YOU CRAZY?! IS THAT MY FAVORITE LIPSTICK?! WHY THE DUMB EXCUSE?!” the girl yelled seeing that Jay drove off. “It’s one person, plus what other excuse could you probably come up with to shoo Jay away?” Riki asked as the girl rolled her eyes. “Just help me get the crib dumb bitch-” she snapped as she stomped off.

While y/n spent her time building together her old crib, in her bedroom, Riki was out shopping for baby products. “Nishimura? Why are you getting baby food?...” Jungwon asked as Riki blinked, glancing down at the food then back at Jungwon “I heard it tastes good-” he simply said as Won frowned. “So… you decided to get it?” He asked as Riki nodded, throwing it in the trolley. “Well why are there nappies? Bro are you going through something?.. OH MY GOD DO YOU HAVE A SECRET LIFE?!!! WHO IS THE MOM-” Jungwon asked, catching the attention of the whole store.

Riki heaved a sigh as he flicked the male’s forehead. “You idiot. No- I'm just picking up baby shit for a friend- she had a baby and she wants to keep it a secret.” Riki explained calmly as Jungwon shrugged. “So this friend… someone in our school?” He asked as Riki frowned “No- someone you don’t know… anyways- help me find a carry cot-” Riki simply said as Jungwon dragged him to an aisle, as Riki pulled the trolley with him.

Upon arriving in the building, he realized the apartment was cleaner than it was before, he entered y/n’s bedroom seeing that the door was open, only to find the baby in a sturdy crib that looked brand new. “Who else did you tell about our issue?” Riki asked as the girl frowned “No one-” she said as Riki shook the crib a little to see if it’d break “Theres no way someone as weak as you did this.” The girl rolled her eyes at his statement and took the shopping bags out of his grasp “Look after the baby for a little” she said as she left the room, organizing the shopping then going out back.

Riki groaned, sitting by the crib, bouncing his basketball. “I can’t believe I’m stuck in this loser’s house with another girl. Not even a girl my age” Riki said as he frowned at the baby. The baby cooed up at Riki as he stared down at her. “Hey, you and I can be good friends, All I need you to do is annoy the shit out of y/n kay?” Riki said as the baby stared up at him, fascinated. “So your name is Yeseol?... that’s a cute name” he said as he reached his hand out to the baby, her little hand gripping onto Riki’s finger. “Don’t worry… the police will track down your mommy soon… till then you can make a mess, cry and scream, and yank on y/n’s hair” Riki said with a smile.

Y/n was sat on the floor, staring at one of the butterflies that flew from plant to plant, either side. A Monarch butterfly. The first insect that comes to your mind if you think about a butterfly. Memories started flooding in. Oh how much her mother used to obsess over every little thing she did. Her hair, her clothes, what she ate, what she did. Every little thing. Oh how she wated her to be as fragile and as beautiful as a butterfly, prettier than the typical Monarch butterfly. How she’d belittle her for her choice in clothing and her. Oh boy when the woman saw y/n anywhere near other kids, boys or girls, the girl got screamed at and beaten for absolutely nothing. 

She felt chills run down her spines as she remembered those little things… Now she’s dead, it’s even more scary. Like her ghost is lurking somewhere around the greenhouse. The girl hugged her legs, covering her face into her knees, not even flinching one bit when a few butterflies landed on her. From outside, Riki noticed this luxurious and rather vintage looking structure, curiosity striking him as he approached the pretty greenhouse, he could see from the clear entrance, the vivid colors and pretty wings of the fluttering insects. He rocked the baby girl as he stared in awe.

✧𝕆𝕙 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪✧

[itstokkii]

Tomato Red

in which turkey pays uzbekistan a visit. summer 2023

"It's getting hot, can't we go in for a break or something?" Sadik wiped some sweat off his forehead. He had hoped they'd spend some quality time in Nargiza's living room, watching some Turkish dramas in her living room under the merciful air conditioning.

Instead, he was out in her gardens helping her pick crops in the merciless 40 degree weather in Uzbekistan.

"Sadik, we've just started. All you have to do is fill the bucket halfway with tomatoes and cucumbers while I check on the rest of the plants and pick the basil leaves. Besides, you wanted to see me cook, right? The other foods are ready, and this is the final step," She didn't spare a glance at him, instead tending to her rose bushes. How cruel...!

He had to admit, having a whole house instead of an apartment definitely had its perks. Her house, like so many others he saw while driving to her address, had a gigantic gate, and was walled up on all 4 sides. When she let him in, he was greeted by the sight of wires holding up vines of sweet, ripe grapes. There were 2 plots of land on each side of the entranceway to her house, with pomegranate trees on one plot, and apricot trees on the other. Among her crops, she had tomatoes, cucumbers, eggplants, and bell peppers.

So she definitely saved on grocery bills, huh?

As the tomatoes and cucumbers piled up on his basket, he took a few glances at her. She was watering some plants that were beginning to shrivel a little.

It was kind of weird to see her in an informal setting. He always got used to seeing her in pantsuits. Now, she was in a matching dress and trouser set, a scarf tying her long hair back. She looked a little...cute? Domestic? He couldn't describe the feeling.

Feeling her eyes on him, he whipped his head back and picked the last crop.

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Glad to be in the kitchen, Sadik sought refuge as he watched Nargiza thinly chop the tomatoes and cucumbers he picked. He noticed a bowl of onions soaked in water next to him.

"What's that for?"

"We don't want the onion's flavor to be too strong in the salad."

He chuckled a bit at that.

After everything was chopped, she strained the onions, added them into the mix, and seasoned it with salt before plating the finished salad.

"You sit down in the living room. I'll bring the food." She affectionately?? shooed him as she focused on the plov and somsa she showed Sadik how to prepare throughout the day, plating those as well and carefully bringing them to the table.

In the meantime, he was flipping through channels and trying to make out what the news reporter was saying about the approval of a new set of apartment buildings to be constructed in Tashkent.

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"I cannot believe she just told him all that!" She gasped in shock as they both watched the climax of the Turkish drama they were watching. "You can't trust bad boys like him!"

"He literally kissed her once, that doesn't make him the bad boy archetype?" He looked at her, chuckling at her idea of what a "bad boy" was.

"Wait, they kissed? When did that happen?" She sipped on her black tea.

Oh right. Censorship. "Way back in episode 7. They were like, throwing themselves on top of each other. The broadcasters probably cut that scene out here."

"And for good reason! We can't be influencing the youth negatively like that–"

He gently grabbed her wrist and brought it to his lips.

"I–! Wha–!" Nargiza let out a string of stammers, her face becoming redder than the embroidered pomegranate cushion next to her.

She buried her face into it as he laughed. "You're as red as the tomatoes! But it's ok, 'cause red is my favorite color~"

"SADIK!" Her voice was muffled through the cushion.

He could stay here for a while. He didn't mind the Uzbek summer heat anymore.

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Notes: tagging @billowingangel since i know you wanted to see their dynamic! i hope you enjoy!

also, i suck at description, but the house and gardens are based off of close and distant relatives' homes back in uzbekistan! uzbek homes truly are something else...