#i have been told i’m a picky eater so.

[navysealt4t]

ok bc bee did this and i’m curious

[jackleopard]

I went to a school to test some kids today for my thesis and the teacher who received me and talked to me while we waited for the headmaster was the nicest person 💕💕💕

[onepiece-fics]

Sanji x picky eater!Reader

Description: Reader is a picky eater and doesn’t dare to tell Sanji. The chef, however, needs to get to the bottom of why you’re giving Luffy all your shrimp. Gender-neutral reader.

Word Count: 1187 

Warnings: Slight angst (mostly fluff though), Sanji is very flirty, mentions of difficult food habits.

Requested by anon<3

You feel bad about it, but as you sit by the dinner table you can’t help but pick at some of the food on your plate. Dinner for tonight was shrimp paella, cooked by the amazing chef himself. Of course, anyone who knew of Sanji knew how amazing he was at cooking, there was no question about it, but having been born a picky eater you felt immense guilt with how you felt about some of his food. You hadn’t even told him the things that you can’t bring yourself to eat, scared that he would take offense, or maybe even try to force you to eat it like so many other people had tried in the past. 

You tried to pick away the shrimp on your plate and focus on the rice and vegetables instead, but of course, knowing that it had touched the shrimp was enough to put you off. 

“Ah? Y/N? Are you not having your shrimp? Can I have it?” the enthusiastic captain asks you from across the table. You nod and with a blush on your face, you shovel off the shrimp from your plate to his. You notice Sanji looking at the two of you from afar, and not being able to read his face makes you nervous. Is he taking offense? Do you look silly? Is he gonna think you’re being childish? You sigh and continue trying to eat the rice and veggies on your plate. 

When dinner was done Sanji came to pick up everyone’s plates like he usually did but when he came over to you he gave you a look.

“Could you please stay for a while Y/N? I’d like to talk to you for a minute” he says, a slight smile on his lip but a confusing look in his eyes. You nod and stay in your chair as everyone else leaves. When you notice he’s moving to wash the dishes you rush up and silently offer him your help. He starts handing you the wet dishes to dry off and stack neatly. 

“Do you not like shrimp?” he says suddenly, breaking the silence between you. You tense up a little, unsure what to say.

“Uhm, yeah, sorry, I’m not really that big on seafood in general…” you say quietly. He stops what he’s doing and looks at you, eyebrows raised.

“Why haven't you told me, Y/N? I don't want to make you food that you won’t enjoy… I’ll happily modify your dinner for your tastes!” he gives you a big smile and your face heats up. “Wait��� Do you also not like eggs? And… Broccoli? Oh, and the spinach!” he says, his fist hitting his palm like he finally understood something. Your face is fully flushed and it’s so warm you swear Sanji could actually cook a full meal on it at this point.

“I- I’m so sorry Sanji. I know I should’ve told you a while ago but-! I can be really picky with food sometimes and it’s like super embarrassing and I don’t want to be rude or insult your cooking- and I don’t want you to think I’m childish or something either. It’s just how my tastebuds work! I can’t help it but I’m really so sorry, I’ll try to learn to eat those things, I promise!” You ramble suddenly, catching the chef off-guard. He looks at you with big eyes and moves to put his hand on your shoulder.

“Y/N…” he starts. “You don’t have to worry my dear, I know you would never intentionally be rude or anything. I have been worrying for a while that maybe my cooking skills had gone downhill… But this explains it all!” his hand moves from your shoulder to cup your cheek.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, everyone’s tastebuds are different and I totally get that. We all have things that we can’t stand to eat, if you just write me a list of things you don’t like I promise to make you the best food you can imagine, alright?” he smiles at you. You just stare at him in shock, a single teardrop falling from your eye which he quickly catches with his thumb. 

“S-Sanji… Are you sure it’s alright?” you ask him and he chuckles. 

“I’d much rather cook you food that you genuinely enjoy than keep feeding you things you just hand off to Luffy” he teases you. He pulls you in for a hug and kisses the top of your head. “I could never judge you Y/N, you’re way too kind to me for that” he whispers as you put your arms around him. 

Your emotions suddenly sweep over you and before you know it, you’re staining his suit with your tears. Even though you knew how kind Sanji was, a part of you thought that he was going to react the same way people had in the past. Far from everyone is kind to those who struggle with picky eating, no matter the reason for it happening in the first place. The fact that he was even offering to cook you your own personalized meals… You pull away from him, cringing as you see the wet spot on his shoulder from your tears.

“I’m sorry about that…” you sniffle and it makes him laugh. The sound of it brings you to a smile and you giggle with him. He takes one of your hands in his and raises your chin with the other one. 

“Now. No more being shy about food habits, alright?” his smile is dazzling and it leaves you breathless. You nod for a response and he smiles and leans closer to you. “I really mean it Y/N. If I get to cook extra food for such a beauty as you… It only brings me joy” he whispers. You bite your lip when you realize the position you’re both in. You leaning against the kitchen counter with him in front of you, leaning into you more and more. A blush spreads across your cheeks again and you gulp. You’re just about to lean up when– 

“Y/N!!!!” Chopper barges into the kitchen, opening the door wide open, scaring both you and Sanji shitless. He jumps off of you, hastily moving to do the dishes once again. “Usopp needs you! He’s convincing Luffy not to prank call the Marines! Please help us!” Chopper begs you. With your hand covering your blush the best you can, you look back at Sanji, a blush spread over his cheeks too, before giving a nod to the doctor.

“I- I’ll be right there Chopper! Steal the den den mushi if you have to!” you tell him. Chopper nods and runs back to wherever the captain is.

You look back at Sanji who’s shaking with laughter as he’s rinsing out a plate. 

“I’m expecting a note with all your least favorite foods by tomorrow” he tells you and winks. You nod and awkwardly move to leave the kitchen.

“Oh, and that note better include your favorite foods too, by the way. I want to make you only your favorite meals from now”. 

[writinground2]

can u pls write some katie mccabe x reader where reader has dyslexia?

I'll Have the Special - Katie McCabe

Y/N felt her body heating up as she heard everyone placing their order to the waiter. She tried to tune them out, re-reading the menu options again, then jumping back to the start when she would catch what someone else said. 

“Oh umm, just the special,” she offered the teen a smile, handing him the menu when she was nudged for her turn to order. 

The teen seemed overwhelmed with the large group and scribbled her order down without looking up. 

Y/N sunk into her seat when he walked away, and conversation resumed. The anxiety of racing to read the menu and not hold up the group slowly seeping away. She took a couple sips of her drink to settle her nerves before joining the conversation again. 

Her stress quickly spiked when her plate was set in front of her. Two large, battered fish filets sat on a pile of French fries. Being allergic to fish, there wasn’t anything she could eat off the plate. Having been so stressed about attempting to read the menu, she hadn’t actually listened to what the special was that night. Ordering the special had been a panic response when the menu kept getting jumbled in the noise of the restaurant.

“Oi! Switch with me!” Katie quickly reached across, trading plates before Y/N had a chance to say anything. Y/N sighed in relief when she saw food in front of her that she could eat. 

Katie gave her subtle wink before stabbing her fork into the fish, helping cool it off quicker to eat. 

“You didn’t have to switch meals with me,” Y/N mumbled while the team walked back to their hotel after supper. 

“You didn’t seem happy with what you got, and I’m not a picky eater, no biggie,” Katie shrugged her shoulders. 

“I’m allergic to fish,” Y/N muttered out, embarrassed that she ordered something she wouldn’t have been able to eat. 

Katie paused her step for a second when she heard what Y/N said, “why’d you order the special then?”

Y/N flushed and refused to look up, continuing to walk a couple steps, Katie quick to take a few large strides to catch up, “I wasn’t listening when he said what it was, and I wasn’t ready to order, so I just panicked and said the special.”

“The team would have waited for you to decide,” Katie furrowed her brow, the team was always patient, some nights it took forever to place orders, much to the frustration of many staff having to make multiple trips to take orders. 

Y/N hesitated her steps now, glancing around to see how far they were from some other groups of people having separated during the walk, “it wasn’t about being indecisive,” she huffed and dropped her chin to her chest, “I couldn’t read the menu. It was too loud to read in there.” 

“Too loud to read? That’s the dumbest thing ever,” Steph push her way between the pair, not stopping as Katie told her off. 

Looking back at Y/N, Katie could see her jaw set as her cheeks flushed pink, eyes focused on the ground as she shuffled to follow the group again. Katie caught the fabric of her coat, pulling her back to a stop. Glancing around, she realized they were at the back of their pack of players, “what do you mean it was ‘too loud to read’?” 

“Nothing, it’s dumb, like Steph said,” Y/N shook her head and tried to pull away. 

Katie tightened her grip, “it’s not dumb. Especially if it means you end up ordering something you’re allergicto.” 

Y/N kicked her toe into the pavement, watching as a stone bounced off the edge of the sidewalk, “you know how you turn the radio down in the car when you’re looking for an address?”

 Katie nodded along, “it’s like that, but I can’t turn down the world. Normally, if I take my time and really focus on just the menu, I can manage it. I’m just tired from the game, so the restaurant seemed extra loud, and people kept talking to me, I couldn’t do a good job to focus on reading.”

“You’re dyslexic!” Katie caught on quick to what Y/N was saying, quickly mumbling an apology when she realized how loudly she spoke. 

Y/N nodded, “I’ve gotten pretty good at covering. I try and order last or look the menu up ahead of time, usually both. Most places have pretty good specials, so I just get that if I can’t.”

“You never actually get what you want, do you?” Katie frowned.

Y/N shrugged it off, “it’s usually fine. Tonight was kind of the exception I guess.”

They started walking again, keeping the pace slow, uninterested in catching the group. 

“What about during film and meetings and such?”

“Jonas gives me a printout with his notes so I can follow along easier. And I try and sit in the back of the room, I can follow better if I can say what I’m reading. But listening I’m alright.”

“What else can I do to help?”

“You don’t have to do anything,” Y/N shook her head, not wanting anyone’s pity. 

Katie sighed, pushing the button for the elevator, she wanted to help, but she wasn’t going to push the girl when she seemed uncomfortable as it was, “alright, but if there is ever anything I can do. Or if Catley, or anyone, says something dumb or bugs you about this. You tell me.”

Katie fixed her with a hard stare, showing how serious she was being. 

The next team meeting the defender watched as Y/N settled in the back of the room with a few extra papers. She kept glancing over to make sure Y/N wasn’t struggling to follow along, readying herself to jump in to help if needed. Each time, she would see Y/N’s lips moving as she quietly whispered the words Jonas had on his screen or watch Y/N’s finger slowly move along her page. 

Over the next couple days, Katie watched Y/N. She didn’t know much about dyslexia, so she didn’t know if there was anything she could help Y/N with, but she wanted to make sure she would at least be aware and help avoid putting Y/N in any more situations like the restaurant. Katie knew there wasn’t much she could do to help, and Y/N seemed to be fine on her own, even noticing the small things she did that seemed to help. She would place one ear bud in during breaks to have her phone read messages to her, ducking off to the side to use voice to text to respond. 

Katie felt a little bit of guilt settle in her gut when she thought of all the times the team had gone out for dinner or coffee and Y/N felt rushed to order something she didn’t want because she felt to embarred to admit her struggle. She had seen the panic on Y/N’s face while they went for coffee after training, and someone suggested a new place. Y/N had been participating happily with the group, but dropped back and grew quiet as she put her ear bud in, attempting to search the café’s menu while keeping up with the group. 

Y/N kept to the back of the group as they entered, scanning over the large chalkboard, lips moving while mouthed the words slowly to herself. Katie quickly skimmed the menu, recognizing they had gone to an unnecessarily witty café, all the names of the drinks long, poorly executed puns, forcing you to read the description. Looking beside her, she could see Y/N quickly growing frustrated with herself. The bright, multi coloured chalk and overly designed boards creating chaos in her brain as she tried to decipher any of the drink names, none of the words coming together for her pretend to make an order. 

One by one the girls each order and moved to the side, waiting for their names to be called. Leaving Katie and Y/N the last to order. Y/N’s jaw clenched when a couple entered the café behind them, putting more pressure on her to decipher the menu. 

Katie could tell Y/N was about to give up and potentially decline ordering all together. 

“We need another minute, you can go ahead of us,” the defender nudged Y/N over, motioning for the couple to order before them. 

“I have no idea what I want,” Katie stayed close to Y/N, “maybe whole latte love?” she pointed to the first drink on the board, “or smashing pumpkin spice latte?”

Katie continued to read some of the obnoxious names, pointing to each one as she went, watching out of the corner of her eye as Y/N’s shoulders slowly dropped. 

“Blah, who came up with these? AC/DECAF? The count macchiato?”

“Thank you, Katie,” Y/N whispered when she had finished reading the menu. 

“Anytime,” she winked and moved to order, Y/N ordering quickly behind, tapping her card to pay for both. 

Katie made a point of sitting next to Y/N at restaurants, sharing a menu, causally pointing things out, and reading them out loud. She did her best to be subtle and avoid drawing attention to them when she did it. She had learned what Y/N preferred to eat and only read those options out for her, patiently holding the menu up her to continue reading at her pace in case there was something else she wanted. 

“Oh, this one sounds good, filet mignon with bearnaise sauce and seasonal vegetables,” Katie dragged her finger under the words as she read it out loud, Y/N softly whispering after the brunette finished speaking. 

Katie continued reading the options to herself, then reading out another she thought Y/N might like, “herb crusted chicken breast with rice pilaff.”

Y/N would forever be grateful the way Katie patiently read menus to her, never making her feel dumb for struggling over the process. Her ability to offer help so casually and discreate amazed her. The defender was normally so brash and blunt, that she was caught off guard at how she just made it seem like she was thinking out loud the way she read things off to Y/N. 

[lvnleah]

Ooh for the potential Christmas fic for Bug could be something about the Christmas days like the dinners that we've seen the Arsenal teams have for a few years now??

Like just imagine this little one toddling along, picking what she wants on her dinner like 'this, and this, and this'

Or finding out what mistletoe is and clutching it in her little hand and running around, practically shoving it in all of the players' faces to get cheek kisses

I'm sure I'll think of so many more little scenarios, so glad you're writing more for her 🥹😂

— bug’s christmas dinner | lotte wubben-moy 🎄

this is part of a double update! bug meeting santa will be out later on this evening :)

It was Christmas dinner day at training and possibly your favourite part about tagging along with Lotte. Christmas music played in the background, the smell of roast turkey and stuffing filled the air, and the tables were decorated with tinsel and little Christmas crackers. Lotte walked in, holding your tiny hand, and you stared wide-eyed at all the colorful decorations.

“Excited for Christmas dinner, Bug?” Lotte asked, crouching down so she was at your level.

You nodded eagerly, the reindeer antlers on your head bouncing as you hopped in place. “I wan’ turkey, Mummy! An’ gravy! But no green things,” you added firmly, wrinkling your nose.

Lotte laughed, taking your hand and guiding you to the canteen. She grabbed a small plate for you, balancing it in one hand while holding you steady with the other. “Alright, let’s see what we’ve got here.”

As you peeked up at the food, your nose crinkled. “What’s dat?” you asked, pointing suspiciously at a tray of roasted Brussels sprouts.

“Brussels sprouts,” Lotte said, glancing at the server. “They’re very healthy, want to try some?”

You shook your head furiously. “No. Don’ wan’ those.”

“What about carrots?” Lotte asked, moving down the line.

You crossed your arms, thinking hard. “Uhhh…only one.”

Beth appeared next to you, holding her plate and grinning. “Are you being a picky eater? You’ve been spending too much time with Leah! She’s just as bad.”

“Oi!” Leah called from another table, overhearing. “Don’t drag me into this!”

Lotte laughed, scooping one carrot onto your plate. “It’s true, though. You’re just as stubborn as Bug.”

“I’m not ‘tubborn!” you declared, clearly misunderstanding who they were talking about. “I’m Bug!”

That sent both Beth and Lotte into fits of laughter. Once the giggles calmed, Lotte helped you pick out the rest of your food: turkey, a scoop of mashed potatoes, and a bit of stuffing after a lot of coaxing. No peas, though—you made that very clear.

With your plate ready, Lotte carried it over to the table where she was sitting with Alessia, Leah, Lia, and Emily. She helped you up into your chair, your little legs swinging as you dug into the turkey first.

Dinner was lively. Leah teased Emily about her terrible Christmas jumper, Alessia told you all about how she and Lotte celebrated Christmas in America, and Lotte kept cutting your turkey into smaller pieces because you kept repeating, “Mummy, it’s too big!”

When your plate was clean—except for the single carrot you’d moved around but never touched—you leaned back in your chair and tapped Lotte. “All done!”

“Good job, bug,” Lotte said, wiping a bit of mashed potato off your cheek.

“I open my cracker now?” you asked, bouncing in your seat.

“Of course!” Lotte handed you the bright red Christmas cracker, helping you hold one end while she pulled the other. It popped loudly, making you giggle, and out fell a tiny spinning top and a paper crown.

“Look, Mummy!” you squealed, holding up the top. “It spins!”

“Oh that’s so cool, bug!” Lotte said, smiling warmly. She placed the paper crown on your head, tilting it slightly to fit over your reindeer antlers.

Without hesitation, you slid down from your chair, clutching the spinning top. “I’m gon’ show everyone!”

You made your rounds, waddling over to the next table where Katie, Caitlin, Kyra and some of the staff were sitting. “Look what I got!” you announced proudly, holding up the spinning top.

Katie gasped dramatically. “No way! Is that a magic top?”

You nodded, spinning it on the table for her and everyone to see. “It goes fast!”

“Very fast!” Caitlin agreed, matching your excitement, “That’s so cool, Bug!”

Next, you ran to Viv and Beth’s table. “Beffy! Vivi! Look!”

Beth gasped, “Is that your Christmas present from the cracker?”

“Yep!” you said as Viv lifted you up onto her lap before spinning it again. “It’s magic!”

Viv smiled softly. “So cool, bug! Did you enjoy your dinner?”

You nodded proudly, swinging your legs back and forth on Viv’s lap. “I ate all of it!”

Beth raised an eyebrow, “Even the carrot?”

Your face scrunched up, and you crossed your arms. “No silly Beffy! Don’ wan’ the carrot.”

That sent both women into laughter, Viv pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “Fair enough, Bug. Carrots aren’t for everyone.”

Beth leaned over the table, pretending to whisper. “You know, if you eat your carrots, you grow big and strong—like me!”

You giggled, hopping off Viv’s lap as you darted toward the next table, spinning top clutched tightly in your little hand.

You made your way around all the other tables, showing off your spinning top to everyone you knew. Each player gave you just as much enthusiasm as the last, clapping and cheering as if you’d just won a big prize. By the time you got back to Lotte, you were ready for a nap. 

When you returned to Lotte, you climbed straight into her lap, tucking your spinning top into your pocket and resting your head against her chest.

“Have fun, Bug?” she asked, wrapping her arms around you as she leaned back in her chair.

You nodded, letting out a content sigh. “’M tired now, Mummy.”

“I bet you are,” Lotte said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “You’ve been running around like a little reindeer all day.”

Alessia, sitting beside Lotte, reached over to gently fix your slightly lopsided paper crown. “Bug, I think you’ve talked to more people today than I have all season.”

You grinned sleepily. “’Cause I got a magic top.”

You yawned, cuddling closer to Lotte. “Mummy, can we go home now? I wan’ snuggle.”

Lotte’s heart melted at the sleepy tone in your voice. “Of course, Bug,” she whispered, smoothing a hand over your hair. “Let’s say goodbye to everyone first, okay?”

You nodded but didn’t move from her lap. Instead, the rest of the team started making their way over to say their goodbyes.

Beth was the first, crouching down beside you. “Bye, Bug. Make sure you take good care of your magic top, alright?”

“I will,” you mumbled, your eyes already fluttering shut.

One by one, the team said their goodbyes. By the time the last person had waved, you were fully asleep, your tiny hand clutching Lotte’s shirt.

“She’s wiped out,” Alessia said softly, smiling at the sight.

Lotte nodded, standing carefully so she didn’t wake you. “She’s had a big day. Christmas dinner is serious business for her.”

With that, Lotte carried you out to the car, your reindeer antlers slipping slightly as your head rested against her shoulder. As she buckled you into your car seat, she couldn’t help but smile at your peaceful expression.

“Goodnight, Bug,” she whispered, tucking a blanket over you in the back seat. “Mummy loves you.”

[astonmartinii]

cooking up a storm | daniel ricciardo instagram au

pairing: daniel ricciardo x reader 

daniel is hosting a dinner party with his girlfriend... it goes as well as one may expect 

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charles_leclerc y/n being in charge is the only reason why i agreed to come to this 

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lovelyricciardo the commitment to this dinner party is killing me 

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danielricciardo the coworkers and the mrs. jk i love you all and hope you guys are all still kicking tomorrow lol. 

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maxverstappen1 wow i’d expect this from daniel, but not you y/n. 

lewishamilton  i’m telling your mom 

yourusername you wouldn’t dare 

charles_leclerc although the comments are scaring me, i had a great time thank you y/n! 

danielricciardo i’m gonna pretend that says both of us... that’s okay sharl me casa u casa 

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yourusername successful evening with my favourite group of surprisingly picky eaters and one interesting (?) musician. 

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danielricciardo  you told me you loved that song 

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landonorris more exclamation marks make you look more guilty 

sebastianvettel wonderful evening y/n! 

yukitsunoda0511 10/10 from me, you are now obligated to bring me food at every race 

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danielricciardo  i think we did 

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yourusername  my pleasure. he did a great job mixing drinks 

georgerussell63  as the person who cleaned up alex’s bathroom the day after, he did not 

danielricciardo not my fault alex is a lightweight 

alex_albon harsh ricciardo, not all of us have your iron liver 

maxverstappen1 i didn’t know y’all were all such picky eaters 

charles_leclerc i saw you give checo a potatoe because it touched some sauce, you’re worse than lando 

landonorris why you bringing me into this?

[tra-archive]

One of my hottest takes (and one that’s gotten me insulted many times) is that this whole “PaReNt ShAmiNg” nonsense has to stop. You are not immune to criticism just because you’re a parent, especially if you post about the following situations publicly on the internet.

Are there situations in which people should mind their business when it comes to how a parent is raising their kids? Absolutely. But in my opinion as a new teacher who works with children ages 3 months to 12 years, a lot of times parents use the “stop parent shaming” argument to shield themselves from very valid criticism. There are some things that need to be called out and shamed.

Yes I’m going to call you out if you beat your young child for breaking a house rule or getting a bad grade. The purpose of discipline is to teach a lesson, not to instill fear. Yes, children need to have consequences (trust me I’m no fan of gentle parenting), but what does physically harming them accomplish besides you having a target for your own anger and frustration?

Yes I’m going to call you a sexist asshole if you lash out at your daughters for simple mistakes while at the same time making every excuse in the world for your sons. This is way, way too common and my situation growing up.

Yes I’m going to shame you if you admit that you won’t allow your son to play with dolls or play dress up, or if you won’t allow your daughter to play with trucks or wear a suit instead of a dress to an event. Again, still far too common. I have no problem telling anyone to take their gender roles and shove them up there.

Yes I’m going to make fun of you if you’re a father and won’t buy your daughter period products at the store or if you won’t talk about periods with her if she asks. You’re a grown ass man. Periods aren’t scary. My dad would’ve told you to grow the fuck up.

Yes I’m going to tell you you’re the scum of the earth if you kick your child out of the house or disown them for being LGBT. The audacity of you to bring a child into this world claiming to love them, and then throwing them away for something they have no control over.

Yes I’m going to make fun of you if you have a gender reveal party and you or your fuckass husband get all upset when you find out it’s a girl. Look up videos, it happens all the damn time. I did an experiment once and out of 100 reveal videos, around 25 fathers got excited when it was a girl (as opposed to around 80 when it was a boy). Sad af. And if you only want a child of the same sex so you can have a mini-me, I’m shaming you for that too. Your child is their own person, not a small copy of you. That’s setting them up for identity issues and feeling like they’ll never be good enough to compare to you.

Yes I’m going to tell you to shut up if you make fun of your child’s eating habits, shame them for being a picky eater, make rude comments about their weight, etc. There are ways to address eating concerns without the body shaming and negative language. I’ve been through this myself as have many of my older students (9-12 years), and it’s overwhelmingly resulted in body dysmorphia and eating disorders, especially in girls.

I think you get the idea by now, but the TL:DR is that parents don’t get a special exemption from criticism just because they’re parents. “Parent shaming” is often used as an excuse to not listen to the valid comments people have to say. Some things really shouldn’t fly in 2024 and need to be called out.

[dollishmehrayan]

GET TO KNOW ME Q & A BY DOLLISH ── .✦

a/n: this is just mundane facts about me for hitting 500 followers under ONE MONTH!? So yeah this is a post! <3

Hii! So tysm for 500 followers so let me greet myself to you!, my name is rayan/rayaan (pronounced ri-yaan) and you can call me riri or dollish and my pronouns are she/her (I’m biologically a girl so it’s she and her for me always please don’t misgender me) so here are some fun questions I thought to answer!!! (I’ll be editing in questions you guys ask <3) ── .✦

ᥫ᭡ ASKED QUESTIONS ── .✦

1. ‘How did you get the name dollish’ - I got the name dollish actually when I was about 2-3 years old because i was slightly chubby and my neighbors always called me a “porcelain doll” and how I acted doll-like until they named me “dollish” because it was childish + doll combined and 80% of the ppl irl call me dollish

2. ‘Where have you learned writing? Like where have you learned writing.’ - I learned writing like as in being a writer because originally I wanted to be a actual author and illustrator (still do) and I had a BIG passion for writing ever since I was a kid and was learning sight words even though English is not my first language!

3. ‘Why do you not write smut or n$fw?? I see other writers doing it fine.’ - I personally when it comes to topics such as smut I don’t feel comfortable with in general because personally it’s very hard for me to get romantically attached and smut makes me uncomfortable and I also somewhat despise it so much because I hate reducing a character to sexual appeal and etc.

4. ‘how do you easily write like headcannons so fast and release like 3-2 headcannons a day?’ - I actually just type fast secondly I’m a very creative person tbh and I always eat a lot before I write and I also have like posts on like the queue thing too! Matter of fact I’m not that active on tumblr tbh but yeah

5. ‘What socials do you have??’ - I only have tiktok for now (I also have other a lot of socials but those are personal for now) but I’m thinking of making a twitter to like promote this tumblr account but twitter Lowkey scares me so I’d rather not have that audience.

ᥫ᭡ COMMON QUESTIONS ── .✦

What's your favorite way to spend a weekend? - I personally love going out with my friends to restaurants and very cool places I also love traveling I already have been to (excluding us states because I’ve been to a lot), Japan, South Korea, bali, Portugal, nederlands, france, Belgium, uk, china, india, Norway (like 5 times) and Spain, Egypt, Germany, Maldives, Mauritius, and etc

What's a book that you'd recommend? - the book is almost TOO good I might have to gatekeep for now😞 (jk tbh I don’t read much but I can answer this but with comics!)

Are you a morning person or a night owl? - night owl defo

What's your dream job? - either a fashion designer or author or a actress

Do you have any pets? - yes! Two cats, both are Siamese cats named ren and irene!

What's your favorite type of cuisine? - too hard to choose, I’d take any food tbh I’m not a picky eater

Do you have any siblings? - yes!

there anything you dislike in your writing life? - yes! I don’t like people who copy my work or write off a lot and secondly I think as in pet peeves about becoming a fan fic writer is when you get complex requests like “write what if batboys and they’re s/o were (really long and complex and so fanon blah blah)!” Like genuinely I love it but I can’t be doing all that.

Do you have any pet peeves? - I don’t like being told off or put on the spot + plus I really hate attention seekers and narcissists too and I think also like for some reason someone watching something with me pisses me off for no reason especially if they lean over to watch my phone when it’s really no problem 😭

What was your dream job as a child? - I wanted to be an author + illustrator too so bad but also I wanted to become a pediatrician because my parents tried to force me as that too

If you could have dinner with anyone, who's one person you'd go with? - for some reason chlöe Bailey no questions asked, SHE’S FUNNY OMG or maybe like you know one of my moots 💕

Do you have a favorite childhood memory? - I sadly for some reason don’t remember my childhood that much (I think it’s best that way) but I remember watching the Wonder Woman movie as a child and like BECOMING THE BIGGEST fan girl of dc comics and also like omg I loved it so much too and maybe also like hyperfixating on themyscira as a child and trying to find out about amazons and themyscira

What's your love language? - okay so like when I give I love to give like words of affirmation and when like I receive I LOVEEE gifts like generally I love gifts so muchhh

What are two things still on your bucket list? - I think sky diving, I had the chance once in LA but I couldn’t literally because of my like fear of heights too!

What’s your biggest fear - um definitely like spiders or like secretly being hated too but also I have. DEADLY fear of spiders I feel like I can’t breath looking at them I just hate them so muchh

Do you currently live in the same place where you were born? - nope!

[strniohoeee]

Ardor

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader💌

Synopsis: Chris feels like Y/N deserves more. And what better way to show this than to take her to her favorite place.🌻

Warnings⚠️: None at all. This shit is just soooo CUTEEEE😭

Song for the imagine: Nothing Even Matters-Lauryn Hill (feat. D’Angelo)

Ardor

Noun

Enthusiasm or passion

Lately Chris and his brothers have been super busy between creating content and touring, that I hadn’t really had a chance to spend time with my boyfriend. Even though the tour ended, and they were back in LA they immediately started filming for their channel.

Personally I didn’t mind this, yes I missed my boyfriend, but this was his job. He always still made time to text me, call me, send me flowers, take me on a few dates.

However this was bothering Chris as he felt like he hasn’t really been able to sit and spend time with me. No matter how many times I told him I didn’t care he still protested against it.

“Y/N no! I feel like I haven’t been here for you, and we haven’t really spent a good amount of time together” Chris would say as we sat on the couch with his arm slung over my shoulder

“Baby, we’re spending time together right now” I told him

“Yes, but also no. I want to be with you, and only you and just spend every second glued at the hip. I want to stare into your eyes and watch the stars, all that romantic movie shit” he told me kissing me on the forehead

“Chris you hate that corny shit” I said laughing

“I’m a changed man mama” he said laughing

“We should take a trip one of these days. Just go to another state and get away” I told him

“Yeah let’s say fuck it and go to like Vermont or some shit” he said back to me

“Oh my god Vermont is so pretty during this time of the year. With all the orange and yellow leaves” I said getting excited

That was two weeks ago, and within a day Chris was getting everything booked. The flight, the Airbnb, the activities. All while I had no idea. Chris had surprised me one day telling me where we were going.

And that brings it to now. We had just got to a small little house in Vermont surrounded by the beauty of the woods and the orange and yellow leaves falling to the ground.

“Baby this is the best thing you have ever done” I told him as we settled into the house

“Anything for my pretty lady” he told me coming over and grabbing me by the waist, pulling me in for a kiss

“Chris I love you so much” I told him kissing him back

“I love you way more pretty girl” he said kissing me on the forehead

We had got to Vermont at 2, and by the time we settled in we decided we wanted to walk to the nearest town and find something to eat.

There was a small town within a 10 minute walk. Chris and I headed out, and as we got into the town we truly enjoyed how tight knight the community was.

“Man I could live here forever” I said looking at every store we passed

“Could you really?” He asked looking over at me

“100%, it’s so small and pretty, and quiet” I told him

“Maybe we could make that happen in the future” he said kissing my hand that he was holding

We had stopped at a small mom and pop restaurant. We sat, and decided to look at the menu.

“Ouu everything looks good” Chris said

“Chris you’re such a picky eater you better ask for chicken tenders and fries” I told him laughing

“Hey! Not nice, but also not wrong” he said laughing

We were interrupted by the waitress

“Hi guys! How are you my names Ari, and I’ll be your server for today” she said smiling at us

“Could I get you started with drinks?” She asked us

“May I have a Dr. Pepper?” I asked her smiling up at her

“And may I have a pepsi” Chris asked, and I laughed. Him and his Pepsi addiction

After we got our drinks we ordered. And the whole time we were laughing at each other, and he was reminiscing about the tour, and how much he loved meeting his fans.

A little while later the waitress came back with our check

“I’ve never seen you guys around here” she said handing the check to Chris who had his hand out

“Oh we’re visiting!” I told her looking up at her

“Ahhh I see! Thats nice. Are you guys on a honeymoon” she asked

“Oh uh-“ but I was cut off by Chris

“Yeah something like that” he said handing her the check back with cash

“Oh that’s so nice! You guys should check out the little cafe across from here! They sell the best homemade cookie dough!” She said

“Thank you! We will” Chris said, “oh and keep the change” he told her

She thanked him and walked away. We walked over to the cafe and purchased some cookie dough, and decided to walk back hand in hand.

“I can’t thank you enough for doing this for me” I said looking over at Chris

“I’m glad you’re loving it pretty mama” he said kissing me on my temple

We had got back to the house, and decided to make some cookies

“CHRIS THATS TOO BIG” I yelled as he rolled a ginormous ball of a cookie

“HA! That’s what she said” he said pointing his finger at me

“Chris…you’re such a child” I told him snatching the huge cookie ball out of his hand and breaking it into smaller pieces

“But you love it” he responded looking over at me

“I really do” I said smirking at him

I put the cookies in the oven, and set a 12 minute timer

“Babe! They have a glass lanai” Chris said running back into the kitchen

“They do???” I said excited

“We have to eat our cookies out there” he said, and I agreed

After the cookies were done I took them out and put them on a plate, and we walked out to the lanai

“Holy shit this is beautiful” I said placing the plate down on the coffee table

“Isnt it” he said looking at me

“I’m a whore for glass lanais” I told him sitting down on the couch

“Interesting choice of words, but yes” he said laughing and also sitting down next to me

He grabbed two cookies, and then sat back, wrapping his arm over my shoulder, and pulling me in towards him

“Here you go my love” he said giving me a cookie

“Thank you” I responded taking the cookie from him and biting into it

“I would’ve never thought I’d be sitting here eating cookies with you, and madly in love” he said eating his cookie

“I would’ve never thought either. You were such a player” I said looking at him to see his reaction

“What?” He said with his jaw dropped

“God we used to hate each other so much” I told him finishing my cookie

“We really did. Never understood why. When you’re the best thing to have ever happened to me” he said also finishing his cookie

“I guess I was scared of falling for the “bad” guy” i told him

“And I was so scared of commitment” he told me

“Isn’t it strange? How people can change from strangers to friends, and then friends into lovers” I asked him

“It truly is, and I’m so glad we did. I love you so fucking much. Like I get emotional and shit” he said pretending to wipe a tear

“Chris, I love you so much. I have no idea what I’d do without you” I told him kissing his cheek

“I think I’d die without you” he said looking at me

“I think I’d die too” I said going in to kiss him

When we pulled away we stared into each others eyes just truly enjoying each others company

I leaned my head back and looked up at the night sky

“Look babe, the stars are shining so bright tonight” I told Chris while pointing at the sky

“Fuck this is so beautiful” he said looking up at the sky with me

“You got your wish. To watch the night sky with me” I told him

“And look how bright they’re shining for you” he said back

“I never want to leave this feeling” I responded back to him

“Me neither” he said

“Chris, I love you so much. This is a love I’ve never felt for anyone. My heart just bursts anytime I look at you, and when I’m with you all my problems are just a mere afterthought” I said to him still looking up at the night sky

“Y/N when I’m with you I never want to leave the moment. I want to hold on to you forever and always. I was so scared of loving someone because I felt I couldn’t get that love back, but you….you showed me new ways to be loved every single day” he said also still looking at the sky

“Out of my mind in love with you” I said back

“I hope in every lifetime you choose me” Chris said back

“Always Chris. I will always choose you” I said snuggling tighter to him

“Good because I will always choose you” he said kissing my head

“It was always you, and it will always be you” I said back to him

Chris let a tear slip out of his eye. Overwhelmed by the immense love he feels for Y/N, and that he’ll always have her no matter what. Chris loved Y/N with every fiber in his body, but most importantly Y/N loved Chris.

The End

I know this is pretty short, but I don’t like to drag out cute stories, but also Idk wtf to say, but I hope you enjoyed❤️

-J💅🏽

[wordsformizu]

Your Father's Daughter

Mizu x Reader story

Word count: 1.5k

Chapter 9

Staring at the horse foot below you, you let your mind wander off to a distant place. You couldn't accurately count how many days or nights it has been since you had seen your father and wondered if he was beginning to grow worried. Had it been long enough for him to grow concerned? Had he sent others to look for you? Embarrassment flamed your face beneath the skin at the thought of having to be rescued. Of being an inconvenience to your fathers plan. It would never sit right within your spirit. You closed your eyes and let a sigh slip from your lips. 

From a distance, a hushed conversation was being had. The blue eyed man had come back from his break behind the trees and he was greeted excitedly by his apprentience. Ringo and his master began discussing their next location. Well, more of Ringo discussing and the samurai listening. The samurai never spoke aloud where his next navigation spot was. The excitement in the apprentice's voice could be felt from where you lay as he tried to be discreet about the conversation you had with him. 

“She told me! Just before you returned. I was starting to get worried you wouldnt come back…anyway!” he began his rambling again.

“I got her to eat and she liked it very much. I knew it would work. Everyone enjoys sweets, but not everyone enjoys fish.”

“Not everyone can afford to be a picky eater.” He muttered, loud enough for you to hear, before returning to his silent posture. 

“I agree, Master, you're right. I’m glad I got her to eat and drink a little. She told me down the road there was another town. Where her father would take her to have sweets after training. Master, when you're finished with your quest and you begin training me, we should make that a tradition of our own. Sweets after training-”

“Her Father took her there? She told you this?” This caught the samurai’s attention.

“Yes! She would have Dango after training as a child. The restaurant is close to where they lived so he would take her there..I’m thinking if we stopped by that town..” he leans closer to hide the surprise 

“We could find more food that she’d like to eat! Sure, it isn't a home cooked meal, but the closer to home, the better.”

“The closer to home, huh?” 

You felt his eyes on you now, and you were sure to keep your eyes lowered to the ground. If only the sharpness of your glares could pierce his skull.

After a few moments of silence, he walked towards his horse with his busy apprentice following behind him. They both straddled onto their saddle but not before Ringo could flash another hopeful grin in your direction. Moments later, you felt the stare from his Master again. Watching you carefully before telling his horse to go forward. 

The road was becoming familiar again. Every time you opened your eyes, you’d recognize the scenery more. It wasn't exactly how your father had introduced it to you, but nature shifts and changes every new season. When he brought you here, it was in the midst of summer where the leaves provided barely enough shade to shield from the blazing sun. Now many winters have passed since then and you're being escorted down the same path with no promising warmth of the sun but instead the cold air and colder stares from an ice eyed killer. 

It is said that if you find yourself in the woods, and nature doesn't respond to your presence then it isn't a place one should be in. You’ve heard that talk from an Itako you had come across. Your father told you to take no mind to the women who speak of spirits, but you kept that information just in case. You were the first one to notice the birds had stopped chirping. The eeriness of silence. Patient silence. 

Was it really a shot in the dark if you knew that you would hit gold? And was it a lucky move if it was calculated? Those questions came to mind as you stared at the horse foot below you. Now it was the samurai’s turn to notice and he did, but it was too late. 

From the trees of the mountain side came men sprinting towards you three. Men in armor, with swords that reflected off their vests. They positioned themselves around, squating into a fighting stance and readying their swords. The samurai brought his horse to a halt, and you could hear his apprentice stop as well. 

“Consider today your last, traveler.” said the man in charge. His voice was authoritative, demanding fear and full attention. He was a good pick for commander. 

The day your father picked these men to be the guards of his operation here, you were there. They didnt see you, of course, but you heard them all speak. This one who spoke was Okazaki Toshikuni. He spent time with your father, spending a few weeks with him as your father scoped him out. His background, his personality, his fighting ability. He was a strict man, as stern as he was large. He had seen you once, at a younger age, as you were slipping in from training. 

He was here for one reason. To keep wandering travelers from interfering with your fathers operations. A few miles down the road wasn't a town, like you had promised the naive apprentice. Your father was removing important resources vital for his plans. Paying off important government and royal officials was the least of his worries. It was the people of the land who would find ways to make it a problem for him so he appointed these men to become his soldiers here. You recognized them by uniform. Disheveled, but recognizable amongst each other and those who knew who they were working for. They would ploy as thieves, except they wouldnt just take your belongings. They would take your life. Your father wanted no one to know of this operation; its discretion was important. 

Not a word was spoken from the samurai. He instead removed himself from his horse and approached the center. Quietly. Calmly. His arms underneath his cloak moved and revealed his sheath, making the other men tense. He had announced that he would take all of them in a fight, and not a word was spoken into the air. The men were not used to someone as bold as him, but they were ready nevertheless. 

The sound of a blade slicing the air had always been one of your favorites, followed by the sound of blades meeting. The ringing vibrated through the trees as the men fought. Here you were able to witness the samurai’s skill. How he moved fluidly while he spilled blood onto the white snow, the effortless grip on his sword. There was no strain in his fighting, in fact at times he looked to be dancing. It was like trying to catch a river in the palm of your hands. He was water. 

Swords clashed, bodies fell, and your hope began to decrease as less and less men stood to fight him. It didn't feel like there was enough time for you to do anything as you watched him take down these men one by one. You quickly glanced around, and spotted his apprentice who was watching attentively. His amazement was painted all over his face as he watched his master fight. He looked to be standing in the presence of greatness. What did he know about greatness? 

Glancing down you noticed a sharp dagger to his side. You started kneeing the nervous horse’s side in hopes to move closer to Ringo’s. You just needed to grab it with your teeth. The apprentice would be too distracted with the fight to notice you, and you’d use it to stab into the horse's thigh making it react and hopefully buck you off. You would be able to escape. You began slowly. 

A gunshot went off into the air, silencing all around you. Your least favorite sound. It pulled your attention quickly and you looked over to see who had shot it off. The commander had shot it into the air, standing before the samurai now. You guessed it had been given to him by your father. Bodies lay on the ground, but he and a few men still stood. He had every intention to fire a hole into the samurai’s head if he wouldn't comply and though he was fast, he wasn't as fast as a bullet. You knew that, and so did he as he put his hands up in slow surrender. 

As they took him, the apprentice, and the horses hostage, you looked over at the commander. Staring at him until he met eyes with yours. He glanced at you once over and then continued his walk ahead. Though you had recognized him from those years before, he had not recognized you. You began to wonder if you lead yourself into an even worse trap.

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Not the End

Thank you @skelliefanatic for commissioning! I liked this idea a lot, contains MF!Sans being a gentleman /w\

(MF!Sans x NB!Reader [Gender Neutral])

Sans was a man of high class. He had to be, considering his occupation, so you aren’t at all too surprised by his choice of dinner location.

The balcony area was a bit of a surprise, however… you hope he isn’t planning anything.

(CW: mentions of unpleasant ex)

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You walked through chatter and clinks of silverware on porcelain, grateful for the choice of clothes you wore. The crowd of the massive, five-star restaurant were the high class, in their extravagant outfits. You wore a velvety maroon cloak that draped over your shoulders, a dark grey turtleneck and green bottoms. You combed your hair for this, leaving your locks of curly hair ordered.

As soon as you mentioned the name of the reserved, the hostess almost seemed to panic, standing up, leading you through the tables. You looked around for the dapper skeleton, but you found him nowhere, until the hostess brought you to a door. When she opens it, you’re led to a private balcony sitting, overlooking the city.

You felt your heartbeats grow louder. It was a beautiful space, with mood lighting, a candle, and it overlooked the purple city, with tall skyscrapers and glowing yellow windows. But seating away from everyone else, with only two chairs made you…

“doll!” Sans stood up, flashing his golden grin at you, his face brightening. You have no idea how long he’s been waiting here- you came at the time he told you to come. “thanks, i’ll take it from here,”

The hostess bowed, and almost too quickly says “Of course Mr. Sans, sir,” before making herself scarce and closing the door.

Sans strolls around and gives you a squeeze. It was weird, seeing just what kind of effect the mob boss had on people around him, while to you he was… a friend. A friend who just pulled your seat out for you, because he was nice.

There’s… nothing wrong with sitting with a friend in a balcony seating. Sans had expensive taste, after all.

After looking through the menu and ordering, Sans looked to you.

“you look lovely today, sweetheart.” Sans complimented. Sans complimented you a lot, so this wasn’t out of the ordinary.

“Thanks! Of course I wasn’t going in with a t-shirt and some jeans if we’re going to La Stella.”

The skeleton chuckled. He was always dapper, considering his occupation, but somehow, his apparel seemed more expensive tonight. He wore a tuxedo that seemed to hug his form better, with a red handkerchief in his top pocket. He had a crimson brocade tie with intricate patterns that flickered with the candlelight. His tux also seemed almost iridescent, with how it looked almost black, but where the moonlight hit him, looked mauve.

Sans was actually quite the slob when you knew him personally, wearing stained shirts and throwing his ties on the floor to the point where his brother yelling at him was a constant background noise in his house when you visited.

“Or is this your strategy on roping people into shady deals with you? By charming them?”

“nah, i pretend i’m a demon when i meet them. for you, i’ll be an angel,” Sans cooed sarcastically.

The conversation continued well after your meals arrived. The conversation eased you, reminding you that this was the Sans you knew. Even if everything looked different, from the surroundings to the suit he wore, Sans was still Sans.

“What made you think to eat at such a fancy shmancy place? I thought your favorite food were hotdogs,”

“hey, i’m not a cheapass either, just that i ain’t a picky eater,” He says, after a bite of tagliatelle. “anyways, i gotta repay you someway,”

You looked at him incredulously. “For the cake I baked you the other day?”

“five stars,”

You giggled, noticing the wind that blew through your hair and your cloak. You closed your eyes and took a breath, letting it out with a sigh. It’s not often you get fresh air around here, and you turned your head to beyond the balcony. It was getting later, and there were less lights in tall buildings. It gave the city a warm glow from below, from the street lights and the rabble walking home. You didn’t notice Sans smiling at you, taking you in, until his larger hand presses on top of yours.

He says your name softly.

“you’re… an amazing human. i’m so lucky i know you… your beauty takes my breath away.”

You frowned.

“i was… wonderin’... if i could call you mine.”

His fingers wrapped around yours. Your heart dropped.

No… no not again…

Before you knew it, you yanked your hand away from him like he was fire, pushing back from the table, your knee bumping into the table. Sans eyelights shrink.

No… he’s going to yell at me.

“s-sweetheart?”

“No, Sans, I,” you’re distracted. Your breathing sounds like it’s in your head, and it’s deafening.

You don’t know what the point of standing up was, just that you felt like the world was falling out under you as your knees buckled. Sans catches you before you could fall, and you don’t know if having him hold you was better or not. But you trust Sans.

I’m panicking. But I can’t stop.

At least you weren’t in the main room.

Sans looked around helplessly, carrying you back to your chair, and knelt beside you, keeping his eye level with yours.

“darling, i don’t know what’s going on, i dunno if you’re sick or…”

You sniffled, head pounding. “I-I’m sorry Sans. Please don’t be mad at me, but… I can’t say yes to you. I don’t know if I… not now, at least,”

There’s a pause, and for a moment you thought Sans was upset. But when you looked up, you see a look of relief on his face as he sighed.

“god… you scared me. i thought you hated me, or… havin’ a heart attack or somethin’. is that all?”

You don’t follow. “You’re… not angry?”

Sans chuckled. “well… i ain’t happy about it, but… hell no. why would i be mad at you? you’re more important than anything. you’re not mad about me askin’ you out, right?”

“No.”

“then i’m fine. but… it looks like you aren’t.”

You didn’t respond to that.

“... can i ask you… what’s got you all worked up like this?”

“... Yeah, you can.” You brush a hand on your cheek. “Sorry… I just feel so stupid,”

“you’re not stupid.”

You smile appreciatively at him. “It’s just… I know you’re not him.”

“... him?”

You told him. You told him all about the last time you had a boyfriend. An extravagant spender that you wouldn’t doubt would be part of the group that’d try to kiss up to Sans if they knew each other. You don’t remember how you started to like him, just that by the end you couldn’t handle him anymore- picking apart your outfits, your body, throwing a tantrum every time you didn’t do what he wanted when he wanted you to.

Sans isn’t him. You wouldn’t find so much comfort being around him otherwise, but… he lived a similar life, with the same expensive living. It made you think of unpleasant memories sometimes.

No was a scary word to you.

As you finished explaining, tears involuntarily fell out of your eyes, and you turned away from him.

“I’m sorry, this isn’t your fault,” you told Sans, trying to keep your voice stable.

“... it’s not yours either,”

A gentle hand turns your face back to his, and Sans wiped the tears off your cheek, tucking your hair back.

“shh… it’s ok. it’s ok to cry,” Sans sighed. His brows furrowed, perhaps thinking about your ex, but he shook it off, smiling at you. “it’s not your fault, it never was. of course you’d be afraid of rejecting me, i can imagine,”

He looked away, teeth frowning as he thought. “i’m not angry at you, ok?” He reassured you, “just… angry i couldn’t help sooner. but you don’t gotta worry about me, heh… i’m a big guy, i can handle a lot of things. i’ll wait however long it takes for you to reciprocate.”

You smiled at him, touching his hand and finding comfort at the way he squeezed yours.

“But… what if I never do?” You worried. You like him, and somewhere, you could imagine being a couple with him, but… you aren’t sure.

To that, Sans just shook his head.

“as long as i got you in my life one way or another, i’m happy.”

[this-aint-massachusetts]

MORE FNAF HCS BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE IT

more hcs because I’m losing my mind and I can’t contain the sillyness any longer

-Mike sometimes have nightmares of William succeeding and Abby being another victim of his and will get up in a cold sweat to check on her in her room, sometimes glad to see her staying up late because it means she's still there

- Abby gets nightmares of Mike not waking up when she ran over to him and wakes up in tears, and goes and climbs into his bed, forcing his arm up to sneak in and hold her, he's usually awake by then and tells her everything will be okay and that he's okay

-Abby is really picky about the texture of her stuffed animals so Mike learns over time and buys them accordingly, even warning people ahead of time if they ever wants to buy one to bring him with her

-When Mike really got into doing pushups, if Abby was awake early enough she'd sit on his back or play with her dolls on his back pretending it's a boat in the ocean (he complained at first but took it as another moment to be with his sister)

-Ness is the type to remember everyone's orders, he has them memorized by their third visit His boss would be impressed if he wasn't constantly yapping to the customers disrupting kitchens flow 

-Mike Found the song that the animatronics played and will play it for Abby sometimes and watch her dance, glad to see her smiling again (until he's invited to dance to which he pretends to hate witch makes Abby giggle)

-Mike: "Abby if I die here you can draw on my grave, wouldn't mind.

Abby: "Please don't talk like that."

-After waking up, Vanessa chose to take a bit of a calmer job as a SRO at Abby’s school

-Mike went to Abby's school for her lunch to surprise her for her birthday and Vanessa is only is told it's a "surprise visitor" & nearly makes Mike piss his pants w how scary she was to greet him before seeing it was him

-Vanessa is very caring when it comes to Mike or Abby being sick or injured. Mike has a really hard time excepting help so he just pretends he’s fine until he can barley function 

-Abby loves to paint others nails but not hers, if she has any kinda nail polish on or paint on her nails she’ll bite at them

-Ness writes little silly puns and jokes on to-go orders and will for sure spend forever choosing the right one and will wake up the next day with an even better one and be down the whole day

-Vanessa is really, like embarrassingly bad at bedtime stories, like Mike tried being nice about it but Abby wasn't

-Mike is both the pickiest eater and the will try anything guy at the same time

-Abby Was taught to warn Mike of cops on the road but now she recognizes Vanessa's car and says "there's Vanessa!" And she purposely pulls him over to chat with Abby

-Abby called Mike dad by accident and he couldn't stop crying for hours and Abby thought she offended him and made it a thing to call him "big brother Mike™”

-Abby will pretend to be asleep for more time in bed and Mike's comfort. Mike knows damn well she's awake but doesn't have the heart to actually wake her up and finds himself playing with her hair and glad she's safe

-Abby still has Mike's old security badge and vest and likes to go around pretending that she has a taser and goes around "defeating animatronics" which is just tickling Mike while he's trying to get work done

-Abby before the events at Freddy's she was always warned by Mike about the germs in a ball pit so that one scene was quite literally a last ditch effort for her

-Vanessa has been asked multiple times to scare Abbys bullies but gives the corny "tell a trusted adult they're not worth it" speech to her and feels proud about it. Mike tells Abby to just beat them up /hj (She takes his advice and both get lectured by Vanessa)

-Mike was 100% ready to fight Vanessa if he needed to because he really needed the job and was fully prepared to live up to the "keep people out" rule (based off the scene where they first met)

-Mike entered his emo phase the second Garrett got taken and left it the second he got custody of Abby, mostly because he was too busy to dress up anymore

-Abby managed to get ahold of Mike's taser from when he was a mall cop and brought it in for show and tell

-Vanessas first reaction to seeing the fazbear band for the first time was to ask why the band didn't have a drummer and William grounded her for seven months and didn't speak to her the entire time because he was so deeply offended and embarrassed

-sometimes when the animatronics get bored they dial random numbers into the phone and see what happens and one time they managed to call the White House completely by accident

-Abby and Vanessa do sister stuff together like braiding hair, baking cookies, and playing Barbies with insane reality tv level drama (it freaks Mike out but he just assumes it's girl stuff he wouldn't understand)

-Mike was really into skateboarding when he was younger, he doesn't do it much anymore but whenever he needs to flex on someone he whips out the triple kick flip and everyone is like how tf is that pathetic wet cat of a man doing that

-Ness runs a blog on Livejournal that’s basically food theory but in the 2000’s and he takes it very seriously 

-When they were at the pizzeria Abby found the ballon boy figurine and wanted to take it home because she thought it was cute. Mike almost had a heart attack when he found it at the house

-One time Abby found Mikes bong and thought it was a vase so she put some flowers in in and put it up for decorations, Mike, Ness and Vanessa nearly pissed themselves laughing when they saw it

-Abby is obsessed with furbys, Mike on the other hand almost shit himself when he heard it talking in the middle of the night. Fear only got worse after Freddy’s 

-Mike couldn’t afford an ambulance to drive Vanessa to the hospital so he just called a taxi (Cory went through enough that night so he just gave up and drove them, he was pissed afterwards tho because blood got all over his seats)

-Abby has a fish tank in her room that’s just filled with bugs and dirt, Mike has insisted to get rid of it multiple times because it smells rancid and the bugs kill each other regularly 

-It took Mike 5 times to just get his learners permit 

-William was a frat in collage

-Ness and Abby are both bug lovers and both cry when you squish a bug, Mike hates bugs and doesn’t get it

-Mike likes fishing and is lowkey hyperfixated on it

-William kept all the important files in a small ass trapper keeper that he stole from Vanessa 

-Mikes car hasn’t been inspected in eight years, not cause he thinks he won’t pass he just forgot to do it and just never did it again (but srysly look at it it’s fucking disintegrating)

-Mike also doesn’t like when other people take care of him because he doesn’t want to be seen as needy but Vanessa and Ness are like: “YOU WILL TAKE MY LOVE AND CARE GOD DAMNIT!” (In a loving way tho)

-Ness steals the crayons from the kids menus and gives them to Abby 

Oki final part for now because I can’t think of anything else 😜

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sorry if this is weirdly specific but can you write about little House being fussy and acting up and breaking things to try and make Wilson mad and Wilson gets a little annoyed but realises House is acting up to get attention and also test how safe he is and he gently snuggles house and comforts him and makes it clear he loves him even when he's being fussy and acting up

Hope this fits what you were looking for! I really don't mind when requests are specific, it gives me a better picture on what I'm writing! Don't be afraid to give detail, it's your request after all :)

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Word Count: 1212

Summery: House has woken up regressed and chosen violence. Ever since Wilson found out about House's regression a few months ago, he's been, oddly enough, an angel, and now he's suddenly changed. It's only after House breaks something that he figures out why.

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Clack… Clack… Clack… Clack…

There was no greater background noise for answering important emails than the sound of toy cars being thrown against the wall, truly. Wilson had been attempting to write this single email to request additional funding for the department for the last hour, but he couldn’t focus on phrasing when a regressed House had decided that today would be the day he would cause as many problems as possible.

It had started bright and early at breakfast when House had refused every single food option Wilson offered, demanding fast food and candy. While House was normally a picky eater, the absolute refusal of anything was something that had never happened before. From there began the perpetual sulk he’d had all day. He didn’t listen when Wilson told him to clean up his toys and started a yelling match instead, he drew on the walls, thankfully with washable markers, and then when Wilson confronted him he played dumb. He was five years old, definitely old enough to know better, but then he acted like he had suddenly forgotten how to use a washcloth and made Wilson clean it up. He “accidentally” spilled his water twice before Wilson got him a cup with a lid, and then he loosened the lid on that to spill it again. Wilson was at his wit’s end, and it was only two o’clock.

Clack.. Clack… Clack… Clack…

“Hey, buddy?” He called, trying not to let his irritation bleed into his tone, “Can we play with the cars on the floor? I’m trying to get some work done!”

Clack… Clack… Clack… Clack…

“If you can’t play with the cars properly then we’re going to have to put them away!”

The car-throwing mercifully stopped, Wilson let out a relieved sigh. One small victory.

CLACK, one last car, whipped at the wall instead of lazily thrown. 

CRASH. The sound of something heavy hitting the floor and glass shattering.

Wilson cursed under his breath and jumped up to run to the living room. House was sitting on the floor, eyes wide and arm frozen mid-throw, and a few feet away was a picture frame laying face-down on the ground, surrounded by broken glass and an innocent-looking green car. It was a picture frame that he recognized immediately.

“My diploma!” He yelled. Hours worth of frustration finally bubbled over; hours of not listening, not cooperating, whining, tantrums, and now this. He rushed to pick up the frame and check over the diploma, looking for any tears or scratches. There didn’t seem to be any, thank god, but the frame was completely unsalvageable. The glass was completely shattered and the frame was snapped where the corner hit the hardwood. He liked that frame! It wasn’t expensive, but it was the frame his mother had given it to him after he’d graduated med school.

He set the diploma safely on a side-table, then turned slowly to House, sadness over the frame turning into anger. “Why did you do that!? What’s been going on with you today? You’re always so well-behaved, and now you’re throwing tantrums and— and breaking my stuff? Why!?”

House looked like a deer in headlights, completely stunned. Wilson had never yelled at him before.

“I-I…”

“You know what, I don’t really want to hear it right now, House. Go to timeout, please.” Wilson expected him to fight again, to only go if he was dragged kicking and screaming, but to his surprise, House just nodded and got up to sit on the entryway bench without a word, not so much as a whine. Huh. 

As he went to get the broom and began sweeping up the glass shards, he kept replaying the why over and over again. House had been so well-behaved when he was little ever since Wilson had found out about his regression a few months ago. He was quiet, he listened, he rarely ever threw a fit or cried, and today it had been like a switch flipped. Wilson went over the week in his head. As far as he knew work at the hospital hadn’t been any more stressful than usual, in fact, House had complained the other night about his recent cases being too easy. He hadn’t mentioned any increase in pain, either.

He dumped the glass shards into the trash and put the frame beside it. He could see House un-subtly trying to watch him from time-out. His expression was nervous and almost studying. Maybe he just wasn’t thinking House enough. 

Then, something clicked. It was a test. 

Wilson felt stupid. Of course! He walked over and knelt down in front of him.

“House, do you want to tell me what happened today?” He asked gently.

House clammed up and stubbornly avoided his eyes.

“Can I tell you what I think happened? And then you can tell me if I’m right?”

He shrugged.

“Look at me, please.” Wilson asked, and House reluctantly obeyed. “I think… That you were testing me. You wanted to see how I would react if you were bad, right?”

House’s eyes went a little wide.

“You wanted to see if I would get angry at you.” It made so much sense now that he was saying it out loud. House was testing his limits. He didn’t know if Wilson would still want to look after him if he wasn’t being a “good kid”, so of course, being House, he needed to run an experiment to test his hypothesis.

“…An’ you did.” House mumbled.

“You’re right, I was upset with you. I didn’t know why you weren’t listening and when you broke something that was important to me, I was frustrated. But that doesn’t mean that I don’t love you anymore, and that doesn’t mean you’re a bad kid, House.”

“I didn’ mean to break it…”

“I know you didn’t. But I would still love you even if you did. That’s not how we deal with big feelings, we don’t get to break things because we’re upset, but I understand why you did it now. I’m sorry for yelling at you, and I’m sorry you didn’t feel safe with me.”

House just stared at him, taking everything in and searching Wilson’s face for any signs he might be lying. “Okay. M’sorry for being bad an’ for breaking the picture…”

Wilson smiled. “Thank you for apologizing, I’m proud of you. Do you want a hug?”

He nodded, and Wilson wrapped his arms around him, squeezing tightly. They sat like that for about twenty seconds until awkwardly leaning over the bench started to hurt his knees, and he got up. “Why don’t we go to the couch instead? Jimmy’s got old bones.”

“M’kay,” House grinned, then stood up and hobbled towards the couch. “Can I have my Gameboy?”

“Sure, buddy.” He grabbed the Gameboy from the dining table and gave it to him, then sat down. House immediately leaned against him, propping his bad leg up on a pillow and turning on Super Mario World. “Oh-ho! Cuddly, are we?”

“Mm.” House furiously jammed on the buttons and pouted when he died. “This level’s stupid.”

Wilson chuckled and gently smoothed out House’s scruffy hair. “I love you, House.”

He stilled against him, and Mario met his cruel fate to a koopa. “I know.”

[reigningqueenofwords]

Surprise

Pairing: Sam x Reader Word count: 1,371

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Part 1 of When Did We Get a Kid?

Walking in your apartment door, you tossed your keys onto the little end table. “Hey, Sammy?” You called. Hearing laughter, you assumed he was watching something on TV. Shaking your head, you moved to the kitchen. Setting down the bag of groceries, you froze. You heard the laughter again, but that was far too life like to be on television. Abandoning your task of putting food away, you followed the sound down the hall. Stopping right at your room mate’s door.

You opened Sam’s door and blinked. There, on the floor, was Sam. He was currently being tackled by a little boy that couldn’t be older than three. “Hey, Y/N. I didn’t hear you get home.” He said before laughing again.

“Yeah. Um. When did we get a kid?” You asked, pointing to the little boy. Finally, the kid looked up at you and smiled. “I told you not to get a dog, so you went out and got a human?” You teased him. The apartment complex wouldn’t let you have pets, but that didn’t stop him from trying to convince you to get one in secret. 

Lifting the kid off of him, Sam got up and ran his hand through his hair. Smiling, he picked up the boy. “This is Connor. He’s my friend’s son. Him and his wife are taking a trip to his uncle’s funeral. They didn’t think a three year old would do very well with that.” He told you, tickling Connor’s stomach. You agreed with that. Kids and funerals didn’t go well together.

Nodding slowly, you had to admit the kid was cute, and Sam seemed good with him. “How long?” Your arms were over your chest as you leaned against the door frame.

“A week.”

You let out a sigh. “Not like I can say ’no’ now, can I? Where’s he gonna sleep? It’s not like we have a toddler’s bed lying around.” Had you had time to prepare, you could have at least picked up something.

“I told him he could sleep in my bed.” Sam shrugged. “I’ll sleep on the couch.” Glancing over your shoulder, you looked at the couch, and then back to him.

“Sam?”

“Hm?”

“There’s no way that your gigantic a– butt will fit on that couch.” You teased, making him roll his eyes. Looking at the kid, you noted how his eyes were drooping. You glanced at your watch. “Does he nap?” Wasn’t that something kids did?

Sam glanced down and chuckled. “Yeah. I’ll get him to sleep and then be right out.” You nodded and walked away, cracking his door.

Out of all the things that you could have come home to- a kid was not something you ever would have guessed. Dean on the couch passed out? Sure. Happened every now and then. Jo ready for a girl’s day? Yeah. Sam hunched over some books researching something for school? Sure, despite it being spring break. But a kid? Never.

Shaking your head, you went back to put your groceries away. You hoped that you had things that he would eat. You had been a pretty picky eater, so you knew that he could be the same way. It didn’t take long to put everything away, so you folded the paper bag and put it in the recycling bin.

Not too long after you sat on the couch Sam joined you. “So. A kid?” You teased.

“Yeah. I couldn’t say no.”

“It’s okay. Just, can you warn me next time? A text? A call? Smoke signal?” He shoved you gently, making you laugh. “I could have bought something at the store for him.”

Sam shrugged. “Sorry. I got caught up in playing.”

Smiling, you leaned your head on his shoulder. “I saw that. You are a big kid, after all….” You’d come home more than once to see him sleeping at some weird angle on the couch. It reminded you of a giant five year old. “He seems to really like you.”

“I’ve known him since he was born. I’m like an uncle to him.” He explained. That wasn’t hard to imagine. Sam was a likable guy.

“And you don’t have to sleep on the couch. You know how sore you get. I’ve got a huge bed. You can share. I’m sure it’ll be fine.” It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve had to share. The year before you had booked two hotel rooms for a concert. When you got there, they had one ready, and with a queen. Thankfully, they had given you some of your money back, but you’d had to bunk together.

“You sure?”

Chuckling, you nodded. “Yeah, I’m sure. You’re doing someone a favor. No need to suffer for it. Besides, I’d end up having to give you a back rub or something.” He had you walk on his back more than once.

“Fine.” He agreed. “After his nap, you wanna go to the park with us?” Sam asked. You could tell he was glancing down at you.

You shrugged. “Let’s see what time it is. Someone will have to feed you two when you get home.” You pointed out. “Does he like pasta?” Hopefully Sam knew what he liked. You didn’t want to make dinner, just to find out he didn’t like it. “Or if he’s allergic to anything?”

“He is allergic to peanuts.” It was the most common food allergy, after all. “I don’t think he’s allergic to anything else, though.”

“There goes most foods that I know kids would at least try to eat….” Sitting up, you let your head fall back. “I guess I should head back to the store. I may be awhile. I’ll have to read packages to make sure there’s no chance of peanuts.” His hand landed on your knee and gave a small squeeze. “You owe me, Winchester.” You teased, getting up.

He laughed. “Yeah, yeah.” Sam grabbed the remote and kicked his feet up. “I’ll text you when we leave so you know. Oh, and I think Dean said him and his new girlfriend are coming over tomorrow.”

You shot him a look. “Anyone else? Elvis, maybe? Bigfoot?”

“Nah. Maybe next week.”

Sighing, you walked back to the entry way and grabbed your keys to head right back to the store. It was going to be a long week, but at least it was with Sam. He seemed to be a natural with kids. You smiled at the thought and slid into your car. Hearing your phone go off, you checked your text before starting the car.

Grab Twizzlers. Pls.

Sam and is random texts. He had been on a Twizzlers kick lately. You were pretty sure that he’d buy out one of the stores one of these days.

Np. You’re lucky I <3 you.

Hitting send, you made your way to the store. For the second time that day. You’d never shopping for a kid, let alone one with an allergy. You had your work cut out for you. Grabbing a cart, you started in the cereal isle. All you wanted to do was relax and watch lame tv with your best friend. Looked like that wouldn’t be happening for a week. He’d be busy with Connor, not that you were mad about that.

An hour later, you finally piled the food into the trunk of your car. You hadn’t gotten a text from Sam yet, so you guessed they hadn’t gone to the park. Maybe you would join them after all.

Walking back in your front door, it was oddly quiet. No tv playing, no laughter, nothing. It was creepy. You set the bags down and quietly put anything refrigerated or frozen away. The rest could wait. You weren’t a neat freak like Dean. Man was a mechanic, but his house was spotless. You checked the living room, and there was no Sam. The next place you thought to look was his room.

And there he was. Laying on the bed, arm draped over Connor, who looked so peaceful. Pulling out your phone, you snapped a picture. You could not let that pass. Shutting the door as quietly as you could, you decided to make dinner for when the boys woke up. 

[severalforraelee]

The Girls Part 9: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Photo credits to Reddit

Word count: 3,717

Written by raelee / Posted March 26

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“Do you like the orange slices?” Charles asks Ada, putting more onto her plate. She demolished the last ones that he gave her in seconds.

I guess I never realized it, but I’ve never given the girls oranges before. I’ll eat an orange if it’s one of a few options, but it’s not a fruit that I seek out at the grocery store. It wasn’t until Charles showed up to spend summer break with us, announcing that he read in a baby book that introducing them to a wider variety of food at a young age makes them less picky eaters once they’re older, that we really started to buy a wider range of fruits and vegetables.

I grin as Ada immediately lifts a fistful of orange to her mouth, shoving her tiny hand in.

“What about you, Lucy?” He questions our other daughter.

My gaze turns towards her and I can’t help the belting laughter. Her tiny nose is wrinkled as she holds a cube of orange between her thumb and pointer finger, as if assessing if this is really what dad gave her for breakfast.

“She hates it,” Charles chuckles, watching as she sets it back down on her tray and leaning back in her seat. “I’ll get you some grapes instead, Lucy, hold on.”

I can’t help but stare at his muscular back clad in a black T-shirt as he enters the kitchen, immediately reverting my eyes to my laptop screen as he looks up from the counter to meet my eyes.

Since a few nights ago when Charles and I took those tests and had an argument yet not an argument afterwards, it’s been pretty quiet. We’ve been spending the days with the girls, doing activities in London, or he’ll spend time with them by himself if I have school or work. Truthfully, it’s been nice having him here. I don’t have to worry about being able to afford a babysitter, or getting a phone call from a babysitter that pulls me out of class or work. I have time to focus on my homework without feeling absolutely exhausted from skipping out on hours of sleep.

At the same time, it kind of makes me sad to have him here. It reminds me of how different things could have been if I told him that I was pregnant. Whether or not I would have stayed with him, I would’ve had support from the start- I would’ve never had the worries that I did for almost two years of working part-time, being a full-time student, and a full-time mom.

But, you know, character growth and all of that.

A knock at the door snaps all four of our heads towards it as Charles puts the cut up grapes on Lucy’s plate.

“Who’s that?” Charles questions.

“I don’t know,” I admit, standing up, “Did you park in the street again? It might be the neighbor telling you to move.”

“No, I didn’t.”

I swing open the door, a beaming face greeting me on the other side.

“Lando,” I cheer, pulling my brother into a hug.

He drops the duffle bag that I just noticed was clutched in his grasp, winding his arms back around me to return my hug. His arms squeeze me tightly, so much so that I gasp out, “You’re choking me.”

He lets go with a giggle. “Sorry.”

I step aside to let him into the apartment, and he leans down to grab his bag first.

“I wish that you had a peephole on that door, it’s not safe to just open it,” Charles comments as I close the door behind Lando.

“Charles?”

The brunette looks up from where he’s crouched down and wiping Ada’s face with a washcloth, mouth dropping and eyes widening as he makes contact with his fellow driver. “Lando?”

“What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” Charles stands up straight.

“I’m here to visit my sister and nieces,” Lando gestures towards us with disbelief, raising his eyebrows. “Your turn.”

“I’m here to visit my-”he pauses, not sure how to refer to me. “Y/N and my daughters.”

“How long have you been here?” Lando questions, using a tone that I can’t place my finger on as he creeps forward to place kisses on the top of Ada and Lucy’s heads.

“Only a few days,” I reassure him, pulling Lucy out of her chair and into my arms as she begins to whine.

“Why do you have your bag?” Charles inquires, just noticing the black piece luggage.

“I’m going to be staying here for a week or two to help Y/N with the babies.”

“You are?” I raise my eyebrows at him. “When were you going to ask me that?”

“Now?” He questions sheepishly.

“No, that won’t work,” Charles looks as if he’s figuring out something in his head. “I was planning on staying here for a week or two as well.”

“And when were you going to ask me that?” I ask at the same time Lando asks, “You are?”

“I figured that you would have gathered that by now,” Charles has a sheepish expression as well.

“You guys couldn’t have talked with each other to split it up or something? I need help more than two weeks a year,” I look between the two teasingly.

Lando doesn’t respond, grabbing Ada from her high chair as Charles just gives me a tight-lipped smile.

I immediately regret the joke. I know how tense things have been between Lando and Charles since Lando found out that Ada and Lucy are Charles’ kids and since Charles found out that he got his rival’s sister pregnant. Neither of them will really talk about their strained relationship with me, but it’s still easy to tell. Both from the lack of the other’s name in conversation when they used to be close friends, to the pictures and videos of them lowkey avoiding each other on the grid.

My gut fills with guilt everytime I see those pictures and videos.

“I do only have a two bedroom apartment, and figuring that neither of you want to sleep with two toddlers, I don’t know what the sleeping arrangement is,” I shrug.

“I can just sleep with you and Lando can take the couch,” the Monaco native suggests.

My brother instantly narrows his eyes at him. “And why would you be the one sleeping with her?”

Charles now looks unsure at his suggestion. “I figured that you would not want to sleep next to your sister.”

“And why would you just assume that?”

It’s quiet as Charles and Lando stare at each other, the tension so thick that you could cut it with a knife. I feel suffocated.

“You two could just share the bed and I’ll take the couch,” I weakly joke.

This time Charles doesn’t even give me a smile.

It’s going to be a long two weeks.

~

The rest of the day is somehow relaxed. Lando’s friend, Max, is in town so he leaves to go karting with him that afternoon and to grab some dinner afterwards. By the way that he looks dead tired when he gets back that night, I don’t think he wanted to be out nearly as long as he was, but it was a good way to avoid spending time with Charles.

Charles and I had taken the girls to the park where they kept asking him to push them on the swings, so by the time we got back, he was also exhausted and decided to take a nap on my bed.

And that’s how we figured out the sleeping arrangements.

“Hey, uh,” Lando stops at my words as he heads down the hallway towards my bedroom. He turns around, raising his eyebrows at me and my unsure tone. “Charles is actually sleeping in there.”

His eyebrows rise higher, if that’s even possible. “You’re letting Charles sleep in your bed with you?”

“Lando,” I sigh, tired both emotionally and physically myself. Having to deal with the tension between Lando and Charles along with everything that I normally have to do, enhance the relationship between Charles and my daughters, and enhance the relationship between Lando and my daughters has exhausted me.

I don’t have it in me to fight tonight.

Lando can tell, his eyes softening as they meet my own. He runs a hand through his hair. “Fine. I’m just going to take a quick shower and then I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“Thank you,” I step forward, winding my arms around his torso. “I really appreciate it.”

By the way that he doesn’t hug me back right away, I can tell that he’s surprised that I initiated a hug. Slowly his arms move around me and we stand in my apartment’s short hallway, hugging each other.

“Goodnight.” I pull away, shooting him a smile before cracking open the door to the girls room to make sure that they’re still sleeping.

“Goodnight,” he whispers back.

~

“Mama brought the good snacks today,” I tell the girls, pulling the cups of Cheerios out of their diaper bag.

“Snacks?” Ada leans over the edge of her high chair to look at what I’m holding.

“She’s your daughter for sure,” Lando teases.

I shoot him a glare as I hand one cup to Ada, the other to Lucy.

“What do you think the car will be like after summer break, Lando?” Charles questions.

Charles can tell that I’m uncomfortable by the tension between him and Lando. We both understand why it’s there, but that doesn’t make it any easier to deal with. We decided on doing this lunch out today with all five of us to hopefully alleviate some of the tension, but considering Lando stayed out as late as he possibly could yesterday to avoid spending time with Charles, I don’t know how it���s going to go.

I don’t know what to do in this situation. I don’t know if I can handle another two weeks of this awkwardness- and I don’t want either of them to feel pressured into leaving early. I want Uncle Lando to get to know the girls and the girls to get to know Uncle Lando, and I want the girls to get to know their dad and Charles to get to know the girls.

“Why are you asking?” Lando asks coldly.

Charles glances over at me. “Just trying to make conversation.”

“Oh. I wasn’t sure if you were trying to get insider information or something.”

Charles sucks a breath in through his teeth, deciding not to say anything to that.

Charles is trying, that much is clear. He’s not making up excuses to avoid spending time with us, he’s trying to engage with Lando just to get snide or quick responses. I can’t help but notice and appreciate all of the effort that he’s putting in to repair the relationship with my brother.

But Lando is giving him nothing back, and as angry as I am with that, I really can’t blame him. We hid a relationship- really, a situationship, from him for months and it had quite a catastrophic impact- two catastrophic impacts, actually.

My eyes slide over Charles’ shoulder to the teenage girl sitting at the table behind him, her phone’s back camera pointed towards us. She’s smiling and posing, like she’s taking a selfie, but once she pulls her phone down and leans in to whisper to her friend, I can tell that she used the back camera and not the front.

I frown at that, tugging Lucy’s bucket hat just a little bit lower to cover more of her face. I understand that she’s most likely taking pictures of Lando and Charles, since it’s not often that you see not only one Formula 1 driver, but two out in public, but I also know that it’s more than that. Ever since that video of me, the girls, Charles, and all of the other drivers went viral a couple of months ago people have been trying to figure out what the situation is.

They obviously recognize me as Lando’s sister, but they’re really curious to know what my relation to Charles is. And if it was just that, I wouldn’t care that much. I wouldn’t make my Instagram public, that’s for sure, but I also wouldn’t be so anxious every time I left the house. I care so much because of my babies. I don’t want their faces plastered all over the Internet, people judging them or doing even worse just because of who their dad is. If my girls want to be on the Internet, I want them to make that decision when they’re older. Not because some teenage girl took a photo of them while they’re trying to eat lunch.

I zone back in, realizing that we’ve been in an awkward silence for the last couple of minutes while I was focusing on my worries. I know I should say something to start a conversation, but I’m distracted by everything going on in my head and nervously eyeing those around us. The waiter arrives, dropping off our meals.

“How are things going with that girl?” Charles inquires, stabbing into his salad.

My head snaps up to look between the two. Lando keeps his eyes on his grilled chicken in front of him and Charles is looking at him, eyes yearning for Lando to make eye contact with him and begin the fun banter that they used to have.

This girl is obviously something that Lando told Charles about when they had a good relationship, and Charles is reminding him of the girl to remind him of their once good relationship.

“Why? Do you want to stick your dick in her, too?”

My jaw clenches at his words and Charles can’t hide his eye roll, returning to his salad. Lando looks up and between the two of us, seeing that his joke obviously didn’t land.

“What? It was a joke,” he defends.

“Well it wasn’t funny,” I hiss, looking back over Charles’ shoulder to see if the teenage girl heard what he said.

“Are you okay? You haven’t touched your pasta, yet,” Charles questions me.

My eyes move back to him and I give him a small smile and a short nod. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.”

When I reach over to fix Ada’s bib, a movement catches my eye and makes my stomach turn. A man a couple of tables away from us is clearly holding up his phone in our direction, his finger pressing on the middle of the screen. He has no shame, blatantly taking a picture of our table.

Somehow, Lando and Charles don’t notice, or at least don’t comment on it, and I take a deep breath, swallowing the lump in my throat. I clench onto my thigh under the table with one shaking hand, trying to quell the anxiety that’s starting to fill my body.

I hate this.

I hate being in the spotlight- I always have, that’s why I was Lando’s behind-the-scenes assistant- and now I’m being forced back into it, and even worse, my daughters are being forced into it.

I feel like screaming, crying, throwing up, hell, throwing this bowl of pasta at that guy for his rudeness. But I know that’ll only draw more attention to me and that’s the last thing that I want.

So I reach out to brush down Lucy’s hair with my palm, calming my nerves.

~

The next two weeks go by smoother than I thought they would. The first couple of days were a little rocky- both Lando and Charles would watch the girls while I was at school or work which would result in quite a few arguments.

Lando actually ended up leaving during the day for a couple of days, giving Charles time to reflect on how to repair his relationship with Lando, and to realize how hard it is to be a single parent to two toddler girls.

They then got into a little routine where they would switch off every other day, one of them watching the girls one day and the other watching the girls the next. It gave them enough time to relax and not be overwhelmed, yet also allowed them to spend individual time with Lucy and Ada.

Their commitment and dedication to watch the girls allowed me to relax as well. I was able to work my full shifts without worrying about getting home in time for bedtime. I was also able to get ahead on homework, which has never happened before. Usually I’m doing it hours before it’s due.

It’s the last night before both Charles and Lando have to go. Lando’s heading over to Woking to visit McClaren’s factory and Charles is going straight to Belgium to prepare for the next race.

User1: Charles and Lando spotted in London the other day with Lando’s sister and two toddler girls. It was speculated based on a video posted a few months ago that the toddlers are Charles’ babies [image attached]

User2: yikes, that’s Lando’s sister????? Looks like she’s gained weight

User3: and arrogance and stupidity, if the rumors about her keeping charles from his daughters are true

User4: i never understood what he saw in her. Those poor girls look exactly like her :(

User5: they deserve a better mother than her

Tears begin to fill my eyes as I read more and more comments, stabs attacking my heart as I read the mean ones about my girls. I may have messed up by not telling Charles about my pregnancy, but Ada and Lucy don’t deserve to be treated as poorly as they are right now.

And honestly, neither do I.

None of these people know the whole story, how can they say such awful things about me without even knowing me?

I wipe the tears building in my eyes, exiting my bedroom and heading towards the living room. I’m shocked to find Lando and Charles sitting on the couch, silently watching TV together.

“You both are here tonight?” I tease, taking a seat in between them. It’s not like they give me much option, they’re sitting on opposite ends of the couch.

“We figured we’d spend our last night here with you,” Charles responds, swinging his arm onto the back of the couch behind me.

Lando gives him a look but he doesn’t move it. We watch TV together quietly for a couple of minutes before Lando clears his throat.

“I was talking to mum the other night,” he starts.

I don’t respond.

He continues, “She said that she’d really like to see Ada and Lucy.”

“Funny how she tells you that and not me,” I retort, keeping my eyes forward. I can’t help the way my jaw clenches and eyebrows furrow in anger. The nerve of that woman.

“She was just worried about how you would react if she brought it up to you,” he tries to reason.

“Sounds familiar.”

I was so worried to tell my family that I was pregnant. It tore me up inside and I threw up on multiple occasions, partly because of anxiety and partly because of morning sickness, whenever I thought about doing it. When I finally did, well, we know how poor my relationship with my family is now.

My brother sighs, then takes a deep breath, obviously working up the courage to say something. I see Charles look between us out of the corner of my eye, worry clear on his face. He doesn’t know the full situation, but by the way Lando and I are speaking, it’s obvious that something happened related to my family and my pregnancy.

“I just think it wouldn’t hurt to take the girls home to see the family,” Lando suggests.

“Shut up, Lando.”

“Sometimes it’s better to be the one to make a bigger effort! I mean, look at me, I’m here-””And I didn’t ask you to be here,” I growl, standing up and whipping around to face him. “Sometimes, your dad avoids eye contact with you for months because you’re pregnant, sometimes, your mom accidentally texts you instead of your sister calling you a slut, sometimes, it’s not worth it just to be somewhere because you end up leaving family dinner, crying the whole way home because they judged you for your pregnancy the whole time. And sometimes Lando, just sometimes, I want someone else to make a bigger effort. I want someone to check on me, I want someone to hold me, I want someone to be okay with the fact that I had two babies with Charles fucking Leclerc without making any judgement. And I’m sure as hell not getting that at home.”

My feet are moving before I can even realize it, closing my bedroom door gently behind me so that I don’t wake up my sleeping daughters.

Look at that, I have more consideration for my daughters in a second than my mother has had for me in months.

I lean against the wall, huffing wildly to calm myself. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes but I push them down, not wanting to cry for the second time today. I especially don’t want to cry over people who don’t even care about me.

The bedroom door opens softly and the Monaco native steps inside, closing the door behind him. He swivels around to face me and opens his mouth, concern coating his eyes.

“I’m fine, Charles, don’t worry about me,” I wave him off.

He steps closer and I blink faster, willing the tears down.

“Seriously, I’ve been dealing with their bullshit for years, I have it under control.”

He takes another step forward, arms winding comfortingly around my waist.

“I have it under control,” I repeat through a sob, wanting deeply to believe those words.

He pulls me into his chest and my arms move around his torso, hugging him as close to me as possible. One of his hands reaches up, cradling the back of my head into his chest. He sways us back and forth comfortingly as I weep into his chest, all of the pain from my family escaping me.

And you know what?

It feels good to have a shoulder to cry on.

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reasons I probably have autism (non exhaustive list, I’m rlly sleepy rn but insomnia is kicking my ass)

special interests - to my understanding, they last longer and the things u r interested in are broader. the poster child for my sp/ins is the osc, a genre, which I have been heavily invested in for over a year. (side note: they feel a lot like hyperfixations, almost identical for me, but sp/ins last way longer. most hyperfixes, for me, last up to [but usually less than] 3 months.)

adhd and autism are comorbidities

while it’s hard to tell if you know me, I definitely struggle with social cues. I can read them well; but presenting them myself is hard. my mom always told me to stop talking to myself, I over share all the time, I ‘talk out of turn’, etc etc

even though I can READ social cues/rules I have a general disregard for them; I tend to think they’re stupid and bad. (one example is I refuse to shave my legs and care very little for skin care)

i was always “a pleasure to have in class”, and while that isn’t usually a sign of autism, I’ll tell you why it could be in me. I never knew what could get me in trouble, and the rsd I have makes me want to avoid that as much as possible - so I become over complacent, afraid to test boundaries and avoiding any slight danger to my “goodie two shoes” life.

almost all of my friends are autistic, or have some other flavor of neurodivergency. we come in packs. we can sniff each other out, man. (side note: in online spaces, I usually end up in primarily autistic communities, almost always on accident. it comes with the overlap of most communities I’m in that, while not inherently linked to autism, have a big portion of their members be autistic.)

A little related to the previous point - I can almost always tell when someone is autistic if I’ve hung out with them like, 2-3 times. It’s not even conscious it’s just an instinct of like “oh hey another of my kin. hello 👋” Yk?

sensory issues. I’ve always been a “texture girl,” especially when it comes to food - I have been a “picky eater” for most of my life (although that has started to lessen over the years.) and while sensory issues aren’t inherently autistic, they are closely linked.

the fact I’m writing this at all, tbh. no neurotypical would do this I don’t think

I always get really fucking mad when ppl are ableist, especially in the context of autism. but maybe that’s the other disabilities talking idk (the memory of kids saying “don’t make jokes about being autistic when you aren’t diagnosed!” and rolling my eyes because Have You Met Me)

tbh creature

there’s probably more but I’m sleepy and mostly writing this to spite my mother bcuz she insists I’m not autistic. for some unknown reason. idk man