tiny flowers growing in cracks of rocks. pinky promises that are kept. kisses on forehead. eyes lighting up when you talk about your favorite thing. pink confetti and sugar coated doughnuts. falling in love with a character from your favorite book. warm chocolate chip cookies. beautiful inside and out. loving the sound of raindrops. looking at fluffy white clouds and making shapes with your finger. wishes coming true.
name aesthetics:Madelyn/Madeline //requested by anonymous
fareeha sits on the couch next to angela, legs brushing. both of them are reading, angela’s little feet pushed under fareeha for warmth
hana walks into the room to collect her doritos, and sees them sitting together on the couch
‘hey, mom,’ she says casually, and both of them look up
‘sweetheart,’ angela greets, smiling. ‘how are you?’
hana shrugs. ‘just rekt some noobs.’
‘yeah. hey, isn’t christmas coming up?’
‘i was just wondering about gifts. lena said a good thing to do was make things as a family. or some bull like that.’
hana salutes, disappears. fareeha looks after her, smiling slightly, and angela gets an Idea™
the next day is christmas eve, and that night, they’re making dinner as a family.
angela’s decided to make cookies but there’s one thing she’s overlooked
she can’t bake for shit
but fareeha can!
you see, when she was growing up
ana would come back from work every night fairly late so often fareeha would either go to bed hungry or scrounge up some food
and then one day reinhardt found her and gave her some eierkuchen (which is basically a pancake) and gave her the recipe for it with a wink
and it becomes sort of a tradition for reinhardt to give her a new recipe when he sees her, written in his beautiful handwriting on the fancy overwatch stationery
every time she’s on the overwatch base, he waves her over with a delighted bellow, and offers her a new one, and then the rest of overwatch catches on, and they start giving her recipes, too, with their own personal tweaks
she learns how to make food from all around the world, from gabe’s tortillas to jesse’s cornbread to jack’s burgers
and by the time she’s fourteen, she’s making full-course meals
when she’s in the army, she meets people from all over the place
one was her first girlfriend, jamila, who taught her how to make desserts
and it’s that knowledge she puts to use now
she walks over to angela, who’s struggling
‘habibti,’ she says, a smile twitching at her lips. ‘do you need some help?’
‘no!’ angela huffs, blowing a strand of gold hair out of her eyes and also sending flour flying in a poof. ‘i’m doing fine!’
‘really?’ hana asks, carrying the carrots by them. ‘doesn’t look like it.’
‘hana!’ fareeha scolds goodnaturedly, and then reaches for a knife, carving a pretty little angel shape out of the dough in like .11 seconds.
angela gapes at her.
‘that’s not fair!’
‘you can’t just-’ *cue very cute smol angry gestures* ‘-and make something like that?’
‘it’s you!’ fareeha says, smiling, and hana whooshes in, plucking the knife from her hands and squishing in next to angela.
‘you forgot something,’ she says, tipping some food colouring onto the knife and carving a little cross into the cookie. ‘you have that weird red plus sign on your left boob.’
‘it’s the swiss-’
‘yeah, yeah, whatever. fareeha, make me a mecha cookie.’
mercy tries for ages and fareeha attempts to show her how to do it
she gives up after the seventh misshapen splatter and just tosses the dough onto the sheet, declaring that it’ll taste good no matter what
they eat dinner that night with the smell of chocolate chips wafting from the inside, and it’s all happy and peaceful
until the rest of overwatch bursts in
‘fareeha, angela!’ reinhardt shouts. ‘cooking again, my? well, don’t mind if i do!’
‘actually, i do mind-’
they make a whole nother batch, one for each member, and by the end of it there’s flour in everyone’s hair and their cheeks hurt from laughing
lucio plays soft christmas music as they eat their cookies, and angela looks around the table of happy idiots
so at the college my parents went to, there was a house that was donated by some rich lady alumni who donated it on the condition that there would always be supplies for chocolate chip cookies ready inside the kitchen and anyway au where this is at samwell
consider: au many years in the future where jack and bitty are the rich people who do this but with pie ingredients
key lime, mint, raspberry truffle, black raspberry, mint chocolate chip
key lime: where do i wish i was right now? im rly happy where i am rn im at a duck restaurant n i just ate the best smoked duck ever and had the yellow fanta
mint: most embarassing thing ive ever done? uhhhhhh Everything . oh one time in class i literally. accidentally called my friend daddy and at the time we werent that close friends n Everyone heard and made fun of me like… Dats Not What I Meant But Ok. it was … I Want To Die but thankfully he didnt hate me n now we’re friends
raspberry truffle: fav kind of music? The Only Music I Listen To Now Is Titty By Twice
black raspberry: do i have any pets? my mom hates animals and shes a clean freak so no i wish
Summary:You might have a crush on the guy working across from your job. Can you build the guts to talk to him?
You worked at a children store, on the bottom floor, in the mall. You noticed a few weeks ago, a small ice cream/shaved ice shop was built in the middle of the mall, right in front of your store. All you could think of was the mess it would bring into your store. The little ones coming in running with ice cream or shaved ice, spilling it all over the merchandise. The horror.
One morning, you walked towards the front of the store, greeting every customer walking in the store with a big smile. You noticed the front table had become a mess and needed to be fixed. While you were folding some of the clothes you happened to look up and noticed the small ice cream shop across from you. Although you call it a shop, it was more like a big kiosk that didn’t have a roof over it. The lower half of the kiosk had black and white pattern decorating it, while the top had a window which you could see all the different ice cream flavors. On each side of the kiosk had screens to show their promotions, and simply what they had to offer.
But what really caught your eye, was the broad shoulders facing you that belonged to the employee working there. He looked about your age, with medium creamy orange hair, toned arms that look beautiful each time he went to scoop up ice cream.
“Hey, close your mouth before you drool all over the shirts.” Your coworker/best friend scares the living crap out of you.
“Ya, what are you talking about?” You quickly went back to folding the pink and white floral shirts in front of you.
“You can’t lie. I saw you drooling over the cutie at the ice cream place.” She smirks as she looks at the shop across from us. “He’s a real looker. Mind if I snatch him up for myself?”
“NO!” You accidentally yelled. Seeing everyone who walked in giving you weird looks. You hide behind the small shirt trying to hide your embarrassment.
You hear your friend laugh. “See, you have a crush on him. You should go talk to him.” She nods her head out the door.
“Ah, no. He’ll probably think I’m weird or something.”
“Nonsense. Stop trying to live inside your bubble. Go out there and show him the beautiful masterpiece that you are and if he doesn’t seem interested. He is missing out on something great.” Your friend encourages you.
“Maybe I will during my break. Thanks a lot.” You gave her a warm smile.
You looked back up and you saw the same guy you were talking about, looking over to your direction. You quickly looked away and pretended to be engrossed on folding the shirts on the table.
Once you were finally on your break, you talked yourself into going out there and talk to him. You were using the “buying an ice cream” as an excuse to talk to him. You felt like nervous wreck walking toward the kiosk. You prayed to every god out there that you wouldn’t stumble on your words or worse, forget how to talk altogether.
You reached the kiosk but there was another person in front of you. While the person in front of you was giving their order, the orange haired boy looked past his customer and looked you in the eye and gave you a small smile. Not being obvious that he was half listening to the customer in front of him. You had to distract yourself from what just happened and looked down at your phone trying to pretend you were reading something really interesting.
Once it was your turn, you looked up and almost lost your breath. You had seen him from afar and he was already handsome, but looking at him up close was another story. He was built from the Gods you thought. You couldn’t believe you were witnessing such beauty. You had to blink twice to recover from the shock.
“Hey, what can I get ya?” He broke your trance, praying he didn’t notice you staring.
“Ah, oh. I wanted to get an ice cream, but I wanted to break away from the usual vanilla flavor. Uhm, is there any flavor you recommend?” You said loudly and hoping it was confident as well. Goodness, you weren’t good at these things.
“Hmm, let’s see.” He looks into the ice cream display. He crossed his arms across his black shirt, while one hand is on his chin tapping as if he was deep in thought. “Do you like chocolate?”
Confused as to why he went for a simple flavor, your answer reflected your confusion. “Yeah?”
“Well, my personal favorite is Rocky Road. It’s a big jump from plain vanilla, but fret not! It is delicious!!” He smiles widely at you.
You squinted your eyes at him, almost in a suspicious manner. “Are you sure you’re not saying that because you work here?” You teased him. While a smile spreads across your face.
“Of course not! Scout’s honor.” He brings his right arm up as if he’s swearing an oath. “I’m telling you it’s really good. It is chocolate, but it has marshmallow, chocolate chips, AND almonds inside. It’s like an explosion of flavors in your mouth.” He let out the most beautiful laugh. If he laughed any longer you were in danger of falling for him.
“You had me at marshmallow. I’ll take it!”
“Honestly, that is my favorite part.” He grabs a cone and scoops one scoop of ice cream. “I love when it melt in my mouth. Great stuff.” He chuckles.
“I’ll keep that in mind when I try it. Better be out of this world.” You watched him as he places the ice cream on the cone.
“So, you work at that children store?” He asks while putting back the scoop, turning about to grab a napkin behind him.
“Ah, yeah I do.” You nervously push a strand of hair behind your ear.
“How do you like working there?” He turns around and walks towards the register, which you follow him too.
“It’s fun. I enjoy kids, so I like to interact with them with all the toys we carry while their moms are shopping like crazy.” He gives a small chuckle.
“That’s nice. Kids do get a little bored while shopping. Your total will be 2.37.” He smiles at you and hands your ice cream. While you thanked him you pulled out your wallet which had Aladdin and Jasmine on the front.
“Whoa, you like Aladdin?” He exclaims as he looks from your wallet to you.
“Yeah, it one of my favorite movies since I was a little girl.” You smiled as you remember seeing it at least three times a day, every day for as long as you could remember.
“It’s one of my favorite Disney movies as well. I always wished to have my own magic carpet. I use to always play with my mom’s rug and pretend it would take me to different parts of the world.” He laughs.
“Oh my goodness. Me too! I went to Paris on one of my rides.” You both burst into laughter realizing you both spilled embarrassing stories.
“I’m Jimin by the way.” He extends his hand and you shake it. “Is your name Ariel? Because I think we mermaid for each other!”
You stop mid-handshake and stare into his eyes. Your eyes widen and so does he. Then you both burst into fits of laughter, but neither of you let go of the other’s hand. When you calmed down, you wiped the tears in your eyes and looked back up at him.
“I can’t believe you just used that.” You continued to let another string of laughs.
“I can’t believe it either.” He laughs as well. “But I’d definitely like to get to know more of you….”He pauses waiting to finally get your name.
“As I do, Jimin.” You smile as you looked into his eyes, still holding onto his hand. “It’s y/n”
You couldn’t believe how much you had laughed with Jimin and how easily you were able to talk to him. You were definitely looking forward how things will work out with him.
Jimin, Jimin, Jimin. Let me live. ~
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Sorry, I’ve been gone for a while. Things have become hectic lately.