#the food tastes better and she doesn't feel so weary

[tvrningout-a]

making a complete 180 turn and thinking about chiyo having someone she can call at 2 am like " i can't sleep bc i've got writer's block driving me up the wall and this stinkin' chapter is due tomorrow -- do you wanna get ramen at the convenience store with me?? " and just late night escapades in general once the other person realizes chiyo is awake at ungodly hours bc she's a goblin who draws and writes whenever the inspiration hits. the intimacy of being very sleepy and tired but too stressed to actually sleep and going to someone for the comfort of company... honestly it really says something if you get to that point with chiyo :' )

[oops-all-concrete]

Hello lovelies! I have written more fluffy headcanons for you, this time in the form of;

Romanced Companions comfort Tav, who's in shocked after having to be revivified.

Essentially they're kinda shook/out of it, like, the other companions come back and tell the romanced companions "Yeah, they have been out of it since they got up. Idk what to tell you" (If it makes anymore sense, it could even be Tavs first reviving)

Prepare for fluff, hurt/comfort, lots of hugs, lots of sweetness. Essentially, all your Tavs are getting the princess treatment they deserve!

(ALSO THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE LOVE ON MY LAST HEADCANONS POST OH MY GOD?? 400+ NOTES IS INSANE)

Lae'zel -

Once informed Lae'zel becomes weary. Something must be wrong, Tav is never so- elsewhere. She goes out of her way go ask Halsin for antidotes, ask Shadowheart to remove curse, but upon going to ask Astarion if he can smell blight in their blood, he suggests dying and being brought back in any way can be challenging. "We're not made to come back." Now, comfort isn't her strong suit- but Gods she was desperate to aid them.  She brings carefully decorated food (like a fun charcuterie board Gale helped with) over and helps them out of armour, massaging their tired muscles and feeding them by hand. She doesn't cuddle, but she stays all night, pressed as close as possible. For protection, of course. (The rest of the companions get a private earful about keeping them safe. She knows they're scared of her and will exploit it)

Shadowheart -

She gets a strange feeling before the group even returns- something in her feels off. So when she sees everyone back in one piece, she's relieved- until she isn't. Karlach tells her immediately, seeing her worry. "Only been revived in the last hour. Been real quiet too" Shadowheart can't stand her lover being so lost in their own eyes. Shadowheart gets an idea- and invited Tav to help her cook for the camp, but sulks at their mindless nod. She's not deterred- she holds up every ingredient to Tavs nose, gets them involved with simple tasks and gets them to taste test. Everything to get their senses wired until they come back to her. The minute she sees a smile on their lips again, she's kissing them too. "Thanks for coming back...would have been boring without you" She smiles into every kiss. (The food might be burning, but who cares?)

Wyll -

Wyll always greets Tav when they come back, happy to see them alive, but he can tell something is wrong immediately. "Tav is still adjusting to being alive again, I think. I don't know if they can talk right now" Shadowheart says. Wyll approaches Tav slowly, taking their face in his hands and gently kissing their forehead. "Hi love." He smiles. "Can I take you back to my tent? I'd love to get you into a bath, if that's okay?" He asks, trying not sound certain. Tav gets a small nod out, but Wyll asks again several times until Tav is in the bath, Wylls hands on their scalp, gently washing their hair and body of blood. He tells them about his day, a story he was telling Karlach- how glad he is to see them alive. Because they are alive. And Tav clearly needed to hear it. The reminder makes them human once again, settling into the warm water. He wordlessly, but diligently cleans them, head to toe, the odd kiss to their brow here and there.

Karlach -

When Karlach peers out of her tent and sees Lae'zel, Astarion and Wyll back, she frowns, not seeing Tav right away. She finds Tav with Gale, unsure what to do with them, and explains what Lae'zel told him. "Awful knock to the head. Went straight down, not even a yell" He frowns. Karlach wants nothing more than to throw her arms around them, but she gets a better idea, taking Tav to the lakeside and brings them for a swim. Wyll and Shadowheart advise against it, but Karlach persists. She strips them both and gently pulls Tav over herself to drift. They react immediately to the water but still and calm, clinging to her as they float. "It's alright soldier, you're off duty now. I've got you" She says, thumbing some of the dried mud off their face with a patient smile.

Gale -

Gale's a mess. I mean, specifically now. Tav looks like they're seeing the sun for the first time, and needs to be told not to stare. He gets them sat down and tries to comfort with words, but it all comes out as "Ah, needn't worry, you've got one of Waterdeeps finest, and I didn't fall asleep during all my herbalism and medical weave classes. I'm sure I have something- I know I have something-" And he sits beside you and reads in his tent, leaning Tav against his shoulder to keep them awake. He ruins his hair keeping it out of his eyes, throws off his bracers to avoid catching pages- and it takes him a moment to realise- Tav is asleep on him. He has bored them to sleep. Tav is drooling. And Gale is relieved. They look like themself again, pressing their face into his arm. The breakfast they're greeted with is almost worth dying, trust me.

Astarion -

Aatarion knows immediately, he doesn't have to be told. He knows that look and all the horrors behind it, not letting anybody get in his way as he got to Tav. But- well he doesn't know what to do, really, nobody did the right thing when Astarion had been "revived" so he didn't know what it looked like. But he had an idea. He slowly walks them to sit in his tent, strips their armour and asks them to wait. He's back 2 minutes later with a washcloth and water bowl in hand, and mid-way through washing Tavs face, Wyll brings some bread, fruit and orange juice. Astarion smiles and makes the odd "You must be famished" between pressing grapes to their lips. "I can see you've been doing your bloody best, as usual" he complements dabbing their cheeks. "You did wonderful today, darling" he praises. "...There's my Tav" He smiles like he's come home, looking at their now clean face.

Hope you all enjoyed, if you have any prompts/requests, let me know in the notes/in my asks! ♡

[starryeyeddreamer21]

Hazbin Hotel cooking head canons

Alastor: I think we can all agree he's the best cook in the hotel. He would've learned from his mom and enjoys cooking for people because of it. The first few times he cooked for them everyone was a little weary because cannibalism but he made it "vegetarian" so don't worry. Also he hates cooking with other people that spot is reserved for his mother only and everyone learns really fast to not go into the kitchen while he's cooking.

Sir Pentious: An amazing baker but not a great cook, like he can cook and it comes out fine but he always feels like something isn't right. Loves baking with Angel and Nifty. He even tries to teach Charlie how to bake. She makes no progress but he continues to teach her until he ends up in heaven.

Charlie: An absolute disaster like holy shit. Not only will she set the kitchen on fire she will also create the most disgusting food combinations and act like they're completely normal. She's doing her best I swear. She would probably try to take cooking classes but that would just end horribly.

Vaggie: Cannot cook. Everything will come out burnt and underdone at the same time. She's convinced she's cursed.

Angel: Second best cook at the hotel. Learned from his Nona. He used to cook with Molly all the time but hasn't for a while. He just didn't have the energy to cook and it always made him miss his sister too much. Eventually he got more comfortable at the hotel and started cooking again. Now he tries to cook dinner for everyone at least once a week. Loves cooking with other people he just doesn't have the patience to teach them.

Nifty: Is actually a good cook is just terrible at plating. Her food won't look good but the taste would be worth it. There might be a crunch in something that probably shouldn't be crunchy but just try not to think about it too much.

Husk: Would live off microwavable dinners if they let him. He can't cook but he'll eat anything anyone makes him. He's even eaten Charlie's disgusting food combinations like it was nothing. Can probably figure out how to make anything in the microwave if you give him the time.

Cherri: Do NOT let this woman in the kitchen. She will blow the entire place up and then do it again the next day for fun. Has probably figured out how to make bombs out of food idk how but she would.

Lucifer: He's not a bad cook he just doesn't usually have the energy or patience to do it. He prefers to make sweet foods so he'd specialize in breakfast and dessert. He can make other food too he just doesn't as much. It's probably better for him to have supervision while he cooks though. He gets distracted or just bored really easily. He'll space out or leave the room entirely to do something else and completely forget he's cooking. Like he'd be boiling potatoes to make mashed potatoes and then leave the room to do something and get distracted until suddenly he smells burning and runs into the kitchen to find that all the waters evaporated and the potatoes are burning to the bottom of the pot and he has to start over (no this has never happened to me why would you say that). Because of this Lucifer and Angel tend to cook together because Angel prefers cooking with company and they both have a sweet tooth.

Vox: Mostly lives on cup ramen and take out. He cooked once but it was dry unseasoned chicken and was never allowed to cook again. I want to say he'd have expensive taste but he's a workaholic so leftover Chinese food for the third time this week it is. I'm serious though this man hasn't slept in four days, is on the brink of hallucinating, and is surviving off caffeine, three day old leftovers that should definitely not be eaten, and pure unfiltered spite.

Valentino: He's actually a really good cook. The thing is he can't decide if he wants people to be in the kitchen with him or not because he'll be standing at the stove and ask Vox to hand him something and then five minutes later he's yelling because Vox is in his way. It's a very stressful experience for everyone except Valentino who finds it calming.

Velvette: She's pretty average honestly. Like she can cook fine but it's nothing exciting. She loves trying new recipes she sees online but always gets pissed when it doesn't go as planned so then she orders takeout. She's really good at decorating though like she can't bake a cake but she'd decorate it beautifully so that actually works well with Valentino who can't use a piping bag for shit.

[ekacucumber]

Ninjagotober 2023

by @alastair-1205

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❀ Prompt: Villain

❀ Main characters: Yumi(OC), Sensei Garmadon, Kai, Jay, Cole, Lloyd, Zane, Pixal

❀ Timeline: Between seasons 4 and 5

❀ Summary: Yumi decides to gift every person in Ninjago the eternal happiness... As the Dream Master, she gets her own definition.

❀ Word count: 1526

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"You're doing very well, Yumi!" Garmadon's smile blinds her, but she doesn't mind, too happy to hear this compliment. "It's great you're getting more control of the Dream element."

"But, Master..." Yumi interrupts. "I'm still bothered by nightmares where you're gone, and I don't know what to do... They feel so real... And so painful..."

She sighs heavily. These nightmares have become her second life, and that hurts.

"Well, I think it's your last test from the Dream," Garmadon replies with kind smile. "You should choose which world you belong."

Yumi looks carefully at Sensei's face, and the feeling of hope lifts her spirit. If she has to fight nightmare, pain and suffering so everybody can live peacefully, free from sorrows and violence... She wiil do her best.

"So, what do you choose?"

"I choose eternal happiness."

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Kai goes through the traning course, punching, kicking dummies and shooting them with fireballs. However, the last strike misses. He turns off the mechanism with a tired sigh.

"How's it going?" Yumi suddenly appears behind his back.

"AAAAH!" Kai screams and almost jumps away. "Ugh... You can't sneak and scare people like that!"

"Sorry." She smiles calmly. "So, how's your training?"

Kai looks at dummies and shrugs it off. "Eh, as usual..."

"But you look tired," Yumi notices.

"Maybe I've lost my fit a bit, but that's okay, I can deal with it." Girl stares at Kai, so intently that he starts to worry about it. "Um, what? Is something wrong with my hair?"

"No, I just think I can help you," she smiles again.

"You?" Kai raises his eyebrow in confusion. "I thought you didn't like combat training."

"Oh, I don't need to fight you. I've learnt a new technique to strengthen you," Yumi stretches out her hand. "Do you want to give it a try?"

"Hm... Sure, why not!" Kai gets kind of interested in her progress, so he gives a hand.

Yumi closes her eyes, and Kai feels how the energy fills his body. Weariness leaves him, he feels completely fresh and renewed. The Red Ninja makes a hit in the air and release a burst of fire, the strongest he's ever seen.

"Wow! What a feeling!" he laughs and destroys the annoying dummy on his way. "I've never felt so energetic!"

"Hey, can you be quiet?! I'm trying to-" Jay, who came out to complain, breaks off in mid-sentence, amazed. "Woah, that's so cool! How are you doing that?"

Yumi turns to him with the same calm smile.

"Do you want to try this technique of mine too?"

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As Cole closes the fridge door and turns back, he almost drops his portion of snacks out of surprise.

"Hi, Cole," Yumi doesn't even move, smiling calmly.

"Oof, Yumi... How have you got here so quietly?"

"I've learnt some stealth recently."

"That's... That's good to hear," Cole smiles, however, he feels something weird. "Hey, I can't help but notice that you look better... I mean, you finally seem chill again as you were, well, before all the events."

Yumi remains silent and staring.

"... I'm sorry, did it sound bad?" Cole can't even read her expression. "I mean, I'm glad you're fine now. Not stressed or something like that."

"Thank you," Yumi replies. "I'm happy to hear it."

"Cool... Cool."

Cole grabs a snack and eats it, but doesn't get satisfaction.

"Something's wrong?" girl immediately asks.

"Eh, it's just not the same..." Cole sighs with frustration. "It's a hard time for Chen's Noodle House so their food is... So tasteless. Skylor promised to fix that, but for now I have to deal with-"

"Let me help you," Yumi interrupts and stretches out her hand closer to Cole's face. "My new ability will help you to feel the whole spectrum of tastes and even more."

"Uh, what? When have you learnt this trick?" Cole slightly moves away from her hand.

"That doesn't matter, friend. Kai and Jay have already tested it... And they're happy. Don't be afraid, let me help you."

"Okay... But only this time."

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"Hey, Yumi, have you called me?" Lloyd enters the room and sees Yumi who leans on a sofa back. She looks at him with relaxed smile.

"I want to talk with you," she replies and makes a gesture to come closer. Lloyd makes a few steps and then notices Kai, Jay and Cole sleeping on the sofa.

"Huh... That's strange of them to sleep in the middle of the day," the Green Ninja notes.

"They've got tired of training so they're taking a nap now," Yumi slightly pats Cole's head. "Look, you know I had hard times... Everything was a mess..."

Lloyd looks carefully at Yumi as she talks. Something disturbs him, something surreal in details of her appearance. She let her hair down, though she always ties it up in two buns. There's no sign of bags under eyes, but it's too early for them to completely disappear. Her movements are very slow, and her eyes don't look at Lloyd... Yumi looks through him, right into his soul.

"But a miracle happened... I saw him."

"Who?.." Lloyd asks in confusion.

"Sensei Garmadon. Our mentor. Your father."

Yumi smiles, and an uncanny feeling strikes Lloyd.

"W-what?.. You must be joking, this is nonsense..." he mumbles.

"This is real, Lloyd!" Yumi sounds excited. "I meet your father in my dreams! My element has finally started to help me! And this way... Garmadon taught me how to control dreams!"

Lloyd sees a tone of craziness in her look.

"Look at our friends, Lloyd! They're happy thanks to Dream! Isn't it wonderful? These new abilities are amazing!"

Lloyd takes a step away, scared of Yumi.

"But you put them to sleep... How long have they been sleeping?!"

"An hour... Or two... Or five..." Yumi counts, getting closer to Lloyd. "But does it matter? They're happy! They're in the best world of all where all their dreams come true! And you can join them, you can finally see your father and never lose him again..."

"Yumi, that's not the way! You're crazy, come to your senses!"

"Oh, Lloyd..."

Yumi smiles and reaches for him. Lloyd tries to get away, but the Dream Master grabs his head and blinds him with her glowing pink eyes.

"I will help you reach the eternal happiness."

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The Titanium Dragon flies above Ninjago City. Zane returns home from a mission. Looking down, he notices that city is... Dormant. The streets are covered in pink mist, and people are asleep on sidewalks, in cars, in their offices. Fortunately, there's no sight of car accidents.

"Pixal, can you analyze this fog?"

"I can't find any information in the database. But, I have to say, it seems to have the same structure as Yumi's elemental power. If I were you, I would hurry."

The dragon speeds up, and Zane gets home in a few minutes. Now it's clear for him that the source of fog is here. He walks through the rooms past the sleeping Nya, Master Wu, Misako... Everybody is asleep. Zane moves crosscurrent and finally reaches the source — Yumi. She floats in the lotus position, surrounded by sleeping ninja. As she pats Lloyd's head, her hand absorbs green sparkles of energy.

"You returned..." Yumi speaks slowly.

The Dream Master straightens her legs and floats closer. Zane gets an opportunity to look at her carefully, and her new appearance scares him. Yumi is wearing a dark-pink kimono with flower patterns, its sleeves and skirt slightly flatter. Yumi's hair float like in the water, and antlers made of cherry branches bloom on her head, filling the room with petals.

"What have you done?.." Zane asks quietly in disbelief. How have everything got out of hand so quickly?

"I... Sent them to a better world." Yumi smiles and looks right through Zane's heart with her eyes closed.

"You put them to sleep."

"The Dream Realm is the best home for these tired souls. It's always been."

"But they can't sleep forever. Yhey must wake up!" Zane insists, but Yumi just shrugs.

"You don't understand. You must join them and see. I will be your guide, Zane, you deserve joining the world of satisfaction..."

She reaches out to touch, but nindroid keeps the distance.

"I'm sorry to say it, but it's the wrong way, Yumi. Running from reality isn't a solution."

"The real world is cruel, violent and sorrowful. The Dream Realm gives them eternal happiness. There's nothing wrong, it's the only way to save Ninjago..."

"No!" Zane interrupts. "You can't choose for others. All you give them is the illusion of happiness, when they can experience real feelings in reality."

Yumi remains silent for a moment.

"You're being stubborn... You're afraid. If you can't believe me..." The Dream Master opens her eyes that turned pink. "Then I will show you the truth."

Yumi dashes to Zane and grabs him by shoulders. He struggles to free himself but fails. The Dream Master looks straight into his eyes.

"You're a nindroid, of course you think differently. But that's not a problem... You see dreams too. You're just like humans... And you deserve the eternal happiness too."

[solmints-messyocdiary]

Odile's POV after the events of Part 2 of "For Life Or Until Fault"

Alt timeline 2.0 - Darrell x Odile

Warning: Both ocs are slashers, implied murder and cannibalism, blood and vomit mention, extreme negative self-image, religious themes, and thought process of Odile.

Odile is mine

Darrell belongs to @bluecoolr

Dividers by delishlydelightfuldividers

Odile had managed to sneak back out of the new gravekeeper's manor without being detected. How she managed to escape, she still had no idea.

She held the picture tightly in both her hands, fearful. It was something last minute. She didn't mean to grab it. It just happened before she even knew she was doing it. Maybe she just wanted something of him, a reminder of the softness he showed her mere hours ago. That beautiful stranger that has been haunting her mind the moment she saw him.

What a dumb girl she was. Taking something that was just inches away from the man. Of course he'd notice later. He most certainly will notice it.

THOU SHALL NOT STEAL

Echoed deep in her mind.

She already had broken 6 of those commandments. What's one more?

What's one more sin in her endless bucket of depravity?

No matter how much she'd pray, it would never be enough to compensate for it.

Her entire body was filled with goosebumps.

So she ran. Like she always did.

She ran as fast as her bare feet could take her. Away from his home, away from the cemetery. After years of walking barefoot in these woods, she has grown accustomed to the soft dirt and the grass and stones.

To surviving, hiding anywhere, eating anything... She has grown accustomed to many things...

However, being acknowledged or seen...

The man was directly staring at her in the shadows, and yet, he didn't notice her hiding behind the doorway despite Belle making her presence known.

Belle...

What was her problem? She normally kept quiet and was weary of strangers, but now it seemed as if she was trying to expose Odile at every opportunity. Has she sworn her loyalties to the gravekeeper now? Was a nice bed and food all she needed to betray her like that?

Why? Why does everyone leave her? Why does everyone abandon her?

Like you're the one to talk, her mind sneered. As if you wouldn't do the same, it added. She couldn't force herself to truly hate Belle. No matter how much she tried. No matter how jealous she was. Even being a dog to someone would be better than to live as she does.

Her heart thumped uncomfortably on her chest, but even she knew that its rapid beating wasn't only due to fear or exertion. No, she knew this feeling too well. She bit down her dry lips till she broke the skin, blood coating her like a gloss.

She...

No...

No, not again.

She felt bile rise up to her throat, her hand flying up to prevent her from vomiting. It wasn't due to the flesh she recently consumed. She learned how to swallow and push the taste down a long time ago.

This was...

Dumb girl, how many times must you get hurt before you learn?

How many more before you understand that you're unlovable?

How many more before you realize that someone, something, like you is too far gone to care for?

The few times others have shown genuine love for you, you've killed them. You've killed them the moment you feared they might leave you. So you'd rather they not leave ever. So they stay with you, in you, forever.

Idiot, idiot, idiot.

Yet again, your heart betrays you, and you wish for that loathsome and burdensome thing.

You've witnessed it yourself, right?

They were all the same.

All of them.

Pretty faces but wicked mouths.

Empty promises and hidden agendas.

He will surely be your fall...

However...

Wouldn't that be a beautiful thing to see? Her death being worth something? Dying for someone as sublime as him?

Her head hurts.

She doesn't understand.

Why?

Why did he hold her so tenderly? Did he even know who she was, what she was? Certainly he must have confused her for someone else. That's the only logical conclusion her brain could summon. That meant he already had someone. Why else would he touch her, a complete stranger, like one would a lover?

With that thought swirling in her mind, she pressed the picture to her beating heart and ventured deeper and deeper into the forest.

Before she realized it, she was back at the abandoned house she lurked in.

She was thirsty, but she didn't have the energy to walk to the lake. She also feared the man would go in to try and find her, but she was deep in the forest. She doubted he knew the layout of it. She knew these woods like the back of her hand. She was raised here. The earth mothering her since she was a baby.

She dragged her feet up the cracked and rotten steps of the house, 1, 2, 3, and opened the door. It creaked ominously as she entered before carefully closing it.

She was... home... or at least somewhere she could call "home" for now. Home was always temporary. A fleeting moment in her life.

The house was old, dead vines twisting and entering through holes in the walls and cracks in the windows. Nature demanding entrance, as did the wind. It was cold. So cold that Odile could see her breath forming into clouds. A slice of heaven.

Almost all the walls were peeled off, too, but from what Odile could see, the wallpaper used to have intrinsic images of flora and fauna adorning it. This must have been a beautiful living space before, she thought.

With a few more drags of her feet, she entered her "room". It belonged to a girl if the pink wallpaper, frilly pillows and old toys were of any indication.

Odile lowered herself down to her knees, opening the drawer of the old nightstand and pulling out a wooden box from within.

It was a pretty little thing she found close by the road. A lucky find. She never ventured too close to the town.

It was white and adorned with yellow roses and blue butterflies, the colors fading from being exposed to the elements. The white dirty from the mud she couldn't wipe off completely. Dirty and old, but it was hers, and that's what was important.

She opened it and silently examined its contents. Some dried flowers, a small glass bottle, a few pretty stones, a ripped piece of a poem whose title or author she did not know, a rosary that still smelt of roses and a string of lace laid undisturbed inside.

Odile set the box on the dirty floor of the room. During all this time, she was holding onto the picture of the man.

She stared at it, trying to memorize every detail on it. Kind eyes, a coy smile, beauty marks, his hair framing his face. Someone who deserved to be put inside a heart locket of a loved one for safekeeping... that's what she thought of him.

Like Pandora, she took the picture and carefully placed it inside the box, keeping it safe within its confines. She slowly closed the lid. A small smile graced the corners of her lips.

He would be her hope.

[phas3d]

Can you do slytherin boys with a reader who’s a terrible cook like really bad and she cooks for them

Bad Cook || Slytherin Boys

type :: fluff

tw/cw :: food, vomit mentions

contains :: draco, tom, mattheo, theodore, lorenzo

notes :: i also cant cook for shit even though ive taken a culinary class LMAOOO - 🐍 :: masterlist!

DRACO MALFOY

Acts as if he's not shocked when you surprise him with a homemade lunch

But in reality, he's so honored to know that you care enough about him to make him a whole meal

Starts to brag to other people around him, like "Yeah, my partner just made me lunch no big deal"

He takes a bite out of it and starts to slowly chew it...

Too much salt, not mixed properly, chicken was slightly pink, jesus christ even the fucking bento box you put it in was slightly melted

Draco has no clue how the fuck you messed up his lunch so awfully but he has to thug it out

His entire group is watching him risk getting salmonella just for you so he doesn't have to admit that your cooking is bad

After he finishes it all,,, he throws up

Instantly he signs you up for cooking lessons

But when you get offended by this and even start to tear up, his soft spot opens up

So then he offers to join in for the cooking lessons and you're instantly happier by that

TOM RIDDLE

When you first made him food, he was slightly shocked that you’d make him anytbing

He was super weary of it at first, he refused to let his guard down for anything

Deeply inspects the food at first, like INSANELY

Pulls out a microscope and investigates each and every cell of it

He even makes Mattheo try it first just in case there’s a secret spell that he can’t see

(Mattheo doesn’t even realize Tom’s bad intentions, he just views it as free food 😭)

But once he realizes it’s fully safe and that he shouldn’t doubt you so much, he tries it

And oh…

Surprisingly, he’ll take it like a champ and swallow it

And he’ll even eat MORE of it???

Because he’s used to super shit food

He grew up in an orphanage before he found out he was Voldemorts son, so he’s used to it

If anything, he kinda likes the nostalgia it brings back for him

But, once he finished and you ask for a review: he’s honest that it tastes like shit

But that he doesn’t care :”)

Will cook with you next time and give you tips on how to be better

Because he’s actually a really good cook himself

He learned how to cook because the elves weren’t making food up to his standard LOL

Now cooking together is a nightly-ritual for you too

MATTHEO RIDDLE

Mattheo was in an orphanage with his brother for most of his life, so he's used to shit food

When he takes a bite of your burnt, expired, and disgusting sandwich, he doesn't flinch

He finishes it all and even licks his fingers

Not cause it was good but because he was hungry

But you assume he must have really liked it

So you offer to make sandwiches for his Quidditch teammates

Tells you "No" very bluntly which hurts your feelings

He feels bad instantly so he tries to make excuses

He lies and says his entire team is gluten free and uhhhh allergic to bread and wheat!!!

You believe this, thankfully, and decide to not make sandwiches

Phewwww

THEODORE NOTT

Theo is a natural born cook thanks to his mom

Makes the best Italian and European food ever

So when you decided to take over cooking for one day, he was shocked but allowed you to

Didn’t want to bother you, but he would watch you cook

The entire time he’s watching you, he’s cringing…

You snapped the pasta in half…

You spilled half of the tomato sauce…

The meat was barely marinated and seasoned…

Starts to plan a way to save the food because he knows it going to be shit already

So he comes into the kitchen to “kiss you”

He’s not lying, he does kiss you

BUT he’s also secretly sneaking in seasoning and garnish

Starts to “hug you” because he misses you so much!!!! But in reality he’s gonna gag looking at your monstrous spaghetti…

When you serve it, you’re surprised to see that it was actually decent!!! Normally it would be green,,,, somehow….

Theo is shocked when you say that… cause how tf did you do that

But he’s still disgusted by the spaghetti but he won’t admit it

Lies and eats a small bit before using magic to make it disappear

(He sent it to Lorenzo’s room, making it accidentally land all over his )

Will insist that HE should be in charge of cooking from then on and says it's because you desrve princess treatment

He's not lying,,, but he's just telling a little white lie

LORENZO BERKSHIRE

You made him a fresh batch of cookies just for him and he was so honored!!!

He was always spoiled by the Malfoy family so he's slightly used to gifts, but he's never been cocky about it

Once he took a bite, he instantly stopped chewing and started to cough

But he choked it down and smiled at you

He didn't want to hurt your feeling and he distracted you

The second you were busy, he threw it all away and acted like he loved it

Then he tries to bring up the idea of cooking classes together as a fun date

He's not lying though, it was a fun date

And you do learn a lot!

So when you bake him another batch of cookies, he's excited to see if you improved

But once again, he takes a bite and instantly hit with an overwhelming amount of unmixed flour in his mouth

He smiles but is so lost on how you managed to fuck it up again

But he's set on making you a better chef for the safety of not only himself but also yourself

So he plans an at-home cooking date and he watches you fuck up constantly

He's very quick to fix it and tell you how to do better

He words himself perfectly to not hurt your feelings yet still teach you

Very sweet about it and nice :)

thank you for reading ! 🐍 :: masterlist!

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Evil. Pure evil-- you want him to be chased by chickens?! Maybe back when he had to be peasant for a day and plant all those seeds, but now? No way will Kuzco willingly do any kind of farm or herding work. Nuh uh. He's got people for that sort of thing. Unless Pacha asks, when he's staying back at the village. Then Kuzco might pitch in, for old times sake. Maybe. Ooh, she's thinking about populating the world with more little her's and him's now! YAY! You'd better believe he'll spoil them rotten. Which, by the way? Not a waste of money if he's RICH. He can spend the money on whatever he wants! And if it's buying extravagant gifts and over the top proposals for his favorite hottie? So be it. "I am pretty perfect, aren't I?" He teases, nudging her a little. It was undoubtedly the first and only time she'd ever said that without it being a teasing remark-- and if anything was going to make him melt today, it was that. Kuzco can't help but smile when he feels the weight of her head against his shoulder, pleasantly surprised by how easily she leaned into his affection. He tips his own head on top of hers lightly, catching a whiff of her shampoo as he does so which only brightens his smile that much further. This only happened on that one date after he graduated, and he forgot how much he missed her actually letting him be so close. It's almost enough to distract him from what she says, and he rolls his eyes with a world weary sigh. "More like die of SHOCK that the single most awesome, handsome Emperor in the world deigned to grace them all with his incredible, royal presence but. . . fine. Have it your way. I won't show up at your school." Inwardly, he finishes that statement with a 'yet'. But she doesn't need to know that! Heh. Oho, just wait. He's going to absolutely take advantage of her need to study. He can already taste the grapes as he sits back and lets her see it all first hand. "You did? So you haven't forgotten all about me. Yay!" He cheers a little, his free hand doing a little fist pump. "I'll take it. Future Empress Malina!" Oh Inti, not the girl potion. "Okay one? Yes, I made a beautiful woman. Thank you. Two-- we wouldn't have had to do that if little miss perfect here didn't freak out about it and change her whole appearance." Kuzco nudges her again in an effort to get his point across, though he doesn't move from their comfortable position. They could sit here for the rest of the day like this and not even eat any of the food and he'll be happy. "Uh huh. Sounds like you're just trying to get around telling me how madly in love with me you are, hm?" His free hand is held up, fingers pinched together. "Little bit?" Oh he's already ready for a little hair petting-- she'll find out sooner or later!

And that helped him to overcome his fear in becoming a good Emperor for this empire! Also, come to think of his job with the chickens. Malina can't help but imagine what it would be like for Kuzco to be followed by those little animals. It would be hilarious to see!

Oh Inti... Malina will have to make Kuzco not waste that much money on her. She believes she doesn't need him to give her a special attention. Also, just a thought that she manages to shake off quickly... but, she wonders how much he would spoil his heirs to the throne when the time comes.

Malina glances in the corner of her eye how conviniently Kuzco lets his arm rest on the blanket behind her and smiles back at him, thinking if she should scoot closer to him or not. Ah, someone save her! He doesn't need to make the proposal all big and fancy. That would be embarrassing for her. She wishes she'd let him do the thing herself.

"That's a very nice idea! You can give jobs to more people!" She agrees and lets him lean closer each second. She likes his idea to help peasant families! but, still... "Just don't focus too much on your statues. You don't need them. You are perfect just as you are". And that's the most sincere thing she's ever told him out loud.

True! and he has been introduced to a princess with the help of his royal matchmaker, and he could've just married right there and then but he chose not to! Malina still wonders what really made him change his mind.

He fainted! from the shock upon seeing the space people, Malina asumes. And he looked so peaceful in his sleep she thought he was dreaming already! Oop, the space people better come back with lots of gifts for Kuzco to forgive them.

Malina froze a little at the contact of Kuzco's arm boldly wrapped around her back, her mind went blank for a few miliseconds, almost making her miss what he had said.

"Have mercy on them, Kuzco! they'd die of fear if you appear to make their lives more interesting". She pleads and secretly hopes he won't show up anytime soon in her last year of college.

That's true! if there's something she loves in this world, that's studying! and what better chance than to start learning royal stuff with her almost boyfriend- eh, emperor friend. eheh.

At some point, she wants to rest her head on his shoulder and is about to do so until she almost jumps startled when Kuzco jumped too but she softens once more when he said he had wanted her to accept his offer in making her the Empress. She chuckles as she resumes her head fully on his shoulder before she could regret it.

"I can't say it was actually my dream, but... I admit I had your offer in the back of my head. That's enough for you, Emperor Kuzco?". She asks softly and smiles sweetly.

"Ugh, don't remind me. I felt so lost when Coach Sweety gave me that A-". She says and smirks. "By the way, you looked real good as a girl". She snorts and stops for a second to answer what he said next.

"I don't love you! I just have... a very soft spot for you. That's all!"

Huh, is that so? well, in that case, she'll take that little secret of his in mind. IF he ever tells her of course. So he better be ready for her soft touches on his hair whenever she feels like he deserves them~

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Operation Stumpy Re-Read

ASOS: Arya VII (Chapter 39)

Arya watched from atop her horse, on the crest of the wooded ridge that overlooked the septry, mill, brewhouse, and stables and the desolation of weeds, burnt trees, and mud that surrounded them. The trees were mostly bare now, and the few withered brown leaves that still clung to the branches did little to obstruct her view. Lord Beric had left Beardless Dick and Mudge to guard them. Arya hated being left behind like she was some stupid child, but at least Gendry had been kept back as well. She knew better than to try and argue. This was battle, and in battle you had to obey.

I have a feeling this won't be the last fight Arya is forced to sit on the sidelines for.

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I'm going to learn to shoot a bow, Arya thought. She loved swordfighting, but she could see how arrows were good too.

You better get on that, you have one book until she arrives.

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She could hear fighting from the stables as well, shouts well mingled with the screams of horses and the clang of steel. Kill them all, she thought fiercely. She bit her lip so hard she tasted blood. Kill every single one.

Don't. Do that.

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Then the septry erupted, the Mummers boiling out like angry ants. Two Ibbenese rushed through the door with shaggy brown shields held high before them, and behind them came a Dothraki with a great curved arakh and bells in his braid, and behind him three Volantene sellswords covered with fierce tattoos.

[...]

A Dothraki screamed and charged the lightning lord, and the flaming sword leapt out to meet his arakh. The blades kissed and spun and kissed again. Then the Dothraki's hair was ablaze, and a moment later he was dead. 

I'll always highlight text where Arya watches a Dothraki die.

(Ants!)

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She spied Ned too, fighting at the lightning lord's side. It's not fair, he's only a little older than me, they should have let me fight.

Beric, what the hell, that kid is twelve.

Hey, what do I know, he's old enough for Daenerys to burn.

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Septon Utt soon dangled beneath a tall elm, swinging slowly by the neck, as naked as his name day. The other Brave Companions followed one by one. A few fought, kicking and struggling as the noose was tightened round their throats. One of the crossbowmen kept shouting, "I soldier, I soldier," in a thick Myrish accent. Another offered to lead his captors to gold; a third told them what a good outlaw he would make. Each was stripped and bound and hanged in turn. Tom Sevenstrings played a dirge for them on his woodharp, and Thoros implored the Lord of Light to roast their souls until the end of time.

A mummer tree, Arya thought as she watched them dangle, their pale skins painted a sullen red by the flames of the burning septry. Already the crows were coming, appearing out of nowhere.

You ever notice these devout followers of R'hllor never burn people alive? It's almost as if that doesn't need to happen.

-8926 humanity points for Stannis and Melisandre.

(Yes, I'm ignoring the naked hangings.)

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Lord Beric himself did not eat. Arya had never seen him eat, though from time to time he took a cup of wine. He did not seem to sleep, either. His good eye would often close, as if from weariness, but when you spoke to him it would flick open again at once.  [...] "Can I dwell on what I scarce remember? I held a castle on the Marches once, and there was a woman I was pledged to marry, but I could not find that castle today, nor tell you the color of that woman's hair. Who knighted me, old friend? What were my favorite foods? It all fades. Sometimes I think I was born on the bloody grass in that grove of ash, with the taste of fire in my mouth and a hole in my chest. Are you my mother, Thoros?"

R'hllor's got his own version of wights! Fire wights!

If you're worried about this happening to Jon, try to remember Beric and Catelyn don't have wolves they can vacation in, like Bran and Jon.

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"Could you bring back a man without a head?" Arya asked. "Just the once, not six times. Could you?"

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"I have no magic, child. Only prayers. That first time, his lordship had a hole right through him and blood in his mouth, I knew there was no hope. So when his poor torn chest stopped moving, I gave him the good god's own kiss to send him on his way. I filled my mouth with fire and breathed the flames inside him, down his throat to lungs and heart and soul. The last kiss it is called, and many a time I saw the old priests bestow it on the Lord's servants as they died. I had given it a time or two myself, as all priests must. But never before had I felt a dead man shudder as the fire filled him, nor seen his eyes come open. It was not me who raised him, my lady. It was the Lord. R'hllor is not done with him yet. Life is warmth, and warmth is fire, and fire is God's and God's alone."

The Mother seemed almost to shudder as the flames came licking up her face. A longsword had been thrust through her heart, and its leather grip was alive with flame. - Davos I, ACOK

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She clutched tight at his hand. "Nothing will happen to you. Nothing. I could not stand it. They took Ned, and your sweet brothers. Sansa is married, Arya is lost, my father's dead . . . if anything befell you, I would go mad, Robb. You are all I have left. You are all the north has left." - Catelyn IV, ASOS

x

A man in dark armor and a pale pink cloak spotted with blood stepped up to Robb. "Jaime Lannister sends his regards." He thrust his longsword through her son's heart, and twisted. - Catelyn VII, ASOS

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Arya didn't know how much Robb would pay for her, though. He was a king now, not the boy she'd left at Winterfell with snow melting in his hair. And if he knew the things she'd done, the stableboy and the guard at Harrenhal and all . . . "What if my brother doesn't want to ransom me?"

"Why would you think that?" asked Lord Beric.

"Well," Arya said, "my hair's messy and my nails are dirty and my feet are all hard." Robb wouldn't care about that, probably, but her mother would. Lady Catelyn always wanted her to be like Sansa, to sing and dance and sew and mind her courtesies. Just thinking of it made Arya try to comb her hair with her fingers, but it was all tangles and mats, and all she did was tear some out. 

Arya's entire family is accustomed to her being dirty, and having messy hair. She's lying to herself.

Read the first paragraph again, and it will tell you what Arya is truly concerned about.

Arya told of Yoren and their escape from King's Landing as well, and much that had happened since, but she left out the stableboy she'd stabbed with Needle, and the guard whose throat she'd cut to get out of Harrenhal. Telling Harwin would be almost like telling her father, and there were some things that she could not bear having her father know. - Arya III, ASOS

And they think only one sister likes to practice avoidance.

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I do not have the power to give you back your father, no more than Thoros does, but I can at least see that you are returned safely to your mother's arms."

"Do you swear?" she asked him. Yoren had promised to take her home too, only he'd gotten killed instead.

"On my honor as a knight," the lightning lord said solemnly.

Full credit to him for sacrificing himself to keep that promise alive.

I'm not sure that was a good idea, but who knows where the story will take us, lol.

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Tom Sevenstrings replaced a string on his woodharp, and sang "The Mother's Tears," "When Willum's Wife Was Wet," "Lord Harte Rode Out on a Rainy Day," and then "The Rains of Castamere."

And who are you, the proud lord said,

that I must bow so low?

Only a cat of a different coat,

that's all the truth I know.

In a coat of gold or a coat of red,

a lion still has claws,

And mine are long and sharp, my lord,

And so he spoke, and so he spoke,

that lord of Castamere,

But now the rains weep o'er his hall,

with no one there to hear.

Yes now the rains weep o'er his hall,

and not a soul to hear.

I never noticed the cat, claws, and different coats. Hard to not think of Catelyn.

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"You [Gendry] must be a lackwit, boy," said Lem. "We're outlaws. Lowborn scum, most of us, excepting his lordship. Don't think it'll be like Tom's fool songs neither. You won't be stealing no kisses from a princess, nor riding in no tourneys in stolen armor. You join us, you'll end with your neck in a noose, or your head mounted up above some castle gate."

I know foreshadowing when I see it.

Too bad about that five year gap.

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From the door came rough, rasping laughter.

The rain was running off him. His burned arm was wrapped in leaves and linen and bound tight against his chest by a crude rope sling, but the older burns that marked his face glistened black and slick in the glow of their little fire. "Making more knights, Dondarrion?" the intruder said in a growl. "I ought to kill you all over again for that."

For someone who hates knighthood, he sure seems to care a lot about who can join the club.

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"You going to make her a knight too, Dondarrion? The first eight-year-old girl knight?"

"I'm twelve," Arya lied loudly, "and I could be a knight if I wanted. I could have killed you too, only Lem took my knife." Remembering that still made her angry.

Unreliable narrator Arya Stark.

You chose not to kill him.

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"Complain to Lem, not me. Then tuck your tail between your legs and run. Do you know what dogs do to wolves?"

Lose battles for Winterfell, then eat their masters?

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"Next time I will kill you. I'll kill your brother too!"

"No." His dark eyes narrowed. "That you won't."

He's got you there, Arya. You won't.

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"How'd that bloody bastard get all that gold anyhow?" Lem Lemoncloak said, to break the tension.

Anguy shrugged. "He won the Hand's tourney. In King's Landing." The bowman grinned. "I won a fair fortune myself, but then I met Dancy, Jayde, and Alayaya. They taught me what roast swan tastes like, and how to bathe in Arbor wine."

"Pissed it all away, did you?" laughed Harwin.

"Not all. I bought these boots, and this excellent dagger."

"You ought t'have bought some land and made one o' them roast swan girls an honest woman," said Jack-Be-Lucky. "Raised yourself a crop o' turnips and a crop o' sons."

"Warrior defend me! What a waste that would have been, to turn my gold to turnips."

The hell am I reading? Is this code or simple banter?

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Thoros of Myr paid no heed to the banter. "The Hound has lost more than a few bags of coin," he mused. "He has lost his master and kennel as well. He cannot go back to the Lannisters, the Young Wolf would never have him, nor would his brother be like to welcome him. That gold was all he had left, it seems to me."

Facts. Maybe he'll find salvation at the bottom of a hole. Not that I give a shit.

the Young Wolf would never have him

Stuff like the above might feel obvious to you and me, but it's amazing how many people in this fandom need to be told the north would never want anything to do with Sandor Clegane.

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"My lord is wise," Thoros told the others. "Brothers, a trial by battle is a holy thing. You heard me ask R'hllor to take a hand, and you saw his fiery finger snap Lord Beric's sword, just as he was about to make an end of it. The Lord of Light is not yet done with Joffrey's Hound, it would seem."

I love how people assume this means he has some greater purpose in life that revolves around Sansa or his already dead headless brother.

Nah, it couldn't have anything to do with that pending storyline with Arya.

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As Arya was cinching her saddle girth, Gendry came up to say that he was sorry. She put a foot in the stirrup and swung up into her saddle, so she could look down on him instead of up. You could have made swords at Riverrun for my brother, she thought, but what she said was, "If you want to be some stupid outlaw knight and get hanged, why should I care? I'll be at Riverrun, ransomed, with my brother."

If it makes you feel any better, he'll make swords for your mother.

Final thoughts:

If you asked me to summarize Arya's ASOS storyline up until this point, I wouldn't have an answer for you.

I don't even know what happened in this chapter.

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Can you write a tom holland imagine about tom bringing reader home to meet his family and nikki doesn't like her, and calls her a gold digger, because of the expensive clothes and jewelry she is wearing, which she had bought herself or were gifts from her rich relatives and tom gets very angry at nikki and defends reader and her expensive taste?

requests are open 

(i like to believe nikki isn’t actually like this so just remember that)

wc: 1.1k

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Feet fitted with Louis Vutton boots, you tapped your foot in the passenger seat of Tom’s car. His hand was gripping your leg softly, your own fingers placed over his. You had a matching Tiffany & Co. jewelry set, your Chanel bag sitting in your lap. Your necklace was once your mothers, the part of the set she used to wear before she died. You didn’t want to bury her with it, so you wore both for the two of you. Your Chanel bag was a recent purchase in celebration of completing a large project at work and getting a raise because of it.

You tried not to seem too nervous, but Tom could read you better than any script. He glanced at you, offering a small smile which you returned gratefully. Tom never really brought girlfriends home for his entire family to meet, so you were a bit nervous on leaving a first impression.

After parking in the driveway and ringing the doorbell, you were standing next to Tom’s broad figure, hand intertwined with his. You were greeted by Dominic when you arrived, but you heard Nikki’s voice around the house. With a smile and a handshake, the three of you were making your way out back. Tom said it was an outside lunch date, and because it was nice out for the first time in London’s history, you agreed. 

She was setting up the table, and with newfound courage you offered to help. She looked up with a smile but it vanished just as quickly. Yours momentarily faltered but you paid no mind to it. No words were exchanged as you assisted her, and you got the feeling she was purposefully being cold towards you. 

When you met up with Tom again, he was just finishing a round of rugby with his brothers. Harry waved when he saw you and you returned it. Tom’s arm wrapped around your middle and he kissed the top of your head with a soft grin. 

After a few minutes, lunch was served. Conversation ran smoothly, and the boys made you feel very included in their little yet large family. Nikki stayed silent when you spoke, sipping her beverages and only passing food when she absolutely had to. You made weary eye contact with Tom, but he shrugged it off, reassuring you that everything was fine. 

When everyone had eaten to their heart’s desires, Dominic and Tom had decided to clean up the dishes, sending you off with Nikki to watch the rest of the boys play rugby. She was sitting in a patio chair beside your own, your Chanel bag propped on the table next to your lemonade. 

“Tom didn’t tell me he was bringing home a gold digger,” she spat out, sipping water. You nearly choked on your lemonade. 

“Excuse me?”

She scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Please. You think I don’t see what’s going on here?”

“No…” your brows furrowed. “I don’t know what’s going on. What are you asking me?”

She shrugged innocently. “You don’t have to act like you like my son just because you want a few fancy designer products.”

You gasped, standing up quickly. Your breathing quickened, head feeling heavy as your vision blurred with tears. You tried so hard to be good enough, to live up to standards you didn’t even know of. Before you could run out, however, Tom was coming out, taking long strides with a determined expression. 

“What’s going on here?” His hand took the small of your back and for the first time in your relationship, you flinched at his touch, taking a step back and sniffling, looking down to conceal your tears. 

“Mum?” He spoke harshly, desperate for any answer or explanation. The sound of the rugby ball being kicked around faded out, and you realized everyone was watching. 

“I’m just being realistic, Tom.” His mother smiled a wicked one. “It seems pretty clear why the two of you are dating.”

“Oh yeah?” He glanced at you and then back to his mother. “And why’s that?”

She eyed your boots and then your purse and then your personal necklace, the one you had told Tom about, history and all. 

“You think she wants my money?”

“Look, it just seems a bit suspicious.”

“What looks suspicious is you making my girlfriend cry! Of all the people in this family, you were the last person I expected to do this,” He fumed, nostrils flaring, jaw clenching as you stood feet away from him, tears slowing but not stopping. 

“She’s covered head-to-toe in designer brands, Tom!” She makes a point at gesturing to you. “And that necklace! God knows the vintage ones are even more expensive.”

You gasp, clasping the small charm in your hands. Tom puts an arm in front of you, halting whatever move you were about to make. 

“That was her mothers, if you really cared about knowing, mum.” His expression grew angrier with every passing second. “And she’s a production manager for a very popular fashion designing brand. Which you would know if you took the time to talk to her instead of judging her.” He grabbed your hand, slipping your fingers in between his own as he pulled you away from the patio chairs, helping you maneuver around items and leading you inside protectively.

The backyard stood silent for minutes as Tom brought you into his old childhood bedroom to calm your breathing and stop your tears. You were practically sitting in his lap, mattress small but comfortable. He held your face in his hands, thumbs moving back and forth across your cheeks as new tears fell. He kissed your nose and then your forehead before settling on your lips. You inhaled deeply, grasping him tightly, his shirt scrunched in your hands.

“It’s alright,” he murmured into your ear, delicately kissing your skin. You nodded in his grasp, breath still shaky.

Five minutes passed and you grew quiet, tears subsiding as you sat in Tom’s embrace, holding him close and closing your eyes, imagining you were anywhere but here, imagining it was any day but today. 

“I’m… I’m so sorry.” He finally broke the silence. “I didn’t think she’d ever say something like that.”

“She called me a gold digger,” you sniffled. You heard Tom’s breath hitch. “I don’t care as long I have you,” You grip him tighter, seemingly answering the questions floating through his mind. He smiled softly, pulling you into his chest again. 

He spoke into your hair, rubbing your back. “I just… I hate that anyone in my family treated you that way.” You nod from within his chest. He sighs. There’s a knock at the door, but neither of you are damned to answer it.

You decide to stay connected to him, wanting him to hold you for as long as possible before you heard any apology his mother could have. Tom didn’t make a move to get up either, and you sighed again, nuzzling your face into his neck, bringing him a little closer and holding your charm a little tighter.