#burnt toast cookie

[marithetoaster]

Cinnamon Dust Cookie

And

Burnt Toast Cookie!!!

+their combi pets

Cinnamon powder ghost

And

Paperstack twins

I wonder who the antagonist is hmmmmm

And an askblog!

@ask-burnt-toast-cookie

[silvyavan]

if Rudo can be a dog, so can Amo and Zodyl

[nezh4a]

all i can think about every day is what im gonna go home and cook wowww... okay 🫶

[todayisafridaynight]

WHY DID YOU BURN HIS TOAST 😭😭😭😭😭😭 AND NOW HE CAN'T EVEN EAT IT

too busy rushin in the morn to worry bout puttin it on a normal level 😔 moment of silence for his appetite 😔

[huewrite]

..how....how did you burn tea?

You put water in a pot or kettle, boil it, put it in a proper mug or tea pot (depending on the amount you want) and put in your tea bag or tea container (if looseleaf) for a few minutes.

how can you BURN that?

fuck me bro I can smell it I burned my tea

[shelovesosa]

Happy Father’s Day Drabble!

Toji didn’t expect much when he opened his eyes that morning. Maybe some quiet. A sore shoulder. The smell of burnt toast, if he was lucky.

What he didn’t expect was the sight of you standing at the edge of the bed in his oversized t-shirt, holding a baby monitor in one hand and a wrapped box in the other. The morning sunlight made your skin glow, and your hair was still messy from sleep—but he swore he’d never seen anything more perfect.

“You’re awake,” you whispered, smile warm. “Happy Father’s Day.”

Toji stretched, grunting low. “Already?”

You crawled into bed beside him, resting the box on his chest. “Megumi’s still asleep. He wanted to give this to you himself, but he passed out halfway through frosting cookies for you last night.”

He smirked. “That explains the glitter on the kitchen floor.”

You laughed and nudged the box toward him. “Open it.”

Inside was a small leather keychain, handmade by Megumi—with a shaky drawing of the three of you carved into the side. And below that, a slip of paper in your handwriting:

“Toji, you’re the kind of father I wish I had growing up. And the kind I want our son to remember forever. We love you.”

He stared at the paper for a long time, lips tight. You leaned your head on his shoulder. “I know this kind of stuff’s not your thing. But you deserve to know that you’re not just doing enough. You’re everything.”

Toji swallowed, voice a little rough when he spoke. “I never thought I’d be good at this, you know? Family. But you… you made me think maybe I was made for it.”

You cupped his jaw gently and kissed him—slow, deep, familiar.

“You were,” you whispered against his lips. “You were made for us.”

Just then, the baby monitor crackled, and Megumi’s tiny voice filled the room:

“Is it time yet? I wanna give Papa his cookie!!”

Toji chuckled, pulling you close again. “Yeah,” he murmured, smiling against your hair. “Bring the whole damn tray.”

And he didn’t need gifts or cards or anything else to know—he was exactly where he was meant to be.

[strayingawayy]

kisses, tea and cat fur...

...the one where you, minho and jisung have a tea party in bed after a lazy sunday filled with lovemaking

a/n: some jokes so this fic is 16+ and is an apology for the lack of fics as of late 😔

the sheets were a mess which to be fair, in this apartment, wasn't anything new. someone, meaning you, had finally pulled them up properly again, but the pillows were still scattered everywhere and someone’s sock (probably jisung’s) was hanging off the headboard like a tiny flag of victory. because boy, had it been a victorious afternoon for the three of your sex lives.

the sun had sunk low, flooding the room with burnt gold. the windows were cracked just enough to let in the breeze, and everything smelled like skin and chai and faint traces of body lotion.

you were in minho’s shirt now, all stretched out and barely buttoned, legs tangled with jisung’s across the blankets. your hair was a mess. your lips were kissed red. your heart, after a long time, felt so full it ached.

and in front of you lay a very serious, very tiny tea party.

on a tray minho had balanced between pillows sat three tiny teacups—mismatched, floral, a little chipped around the edges. the pot was small and ceramic, steaming faintly. two cookies. a crumbling biscuit. one grape someone had forgotten to eat.

and soonie, nestled on the other side of the tray, tail flicking over the napkins like this was all clearly for him.

“sir soonie,” minho said, voice scratchy from hours of use, “you were not invited.”

soonie blinked at him and placed one perfect paw directly into jisung’s cup. almost as though he knew there would be little-to-no consequences for the action, considering minho had bathed him the same very morning.

“you rascal,” jisung whispered dramatically, clutching your arm like he’d just been personally betrayed by a royal guest.

"know your place, han-ah," minho said, sipping his tea.

“he drank my tea.”

“he touched your tea.”

“same thing. we’ve shared shampoos because you're convinced mine works better on him, minho hyung. this is worse.”

minho reached over, plucked the cup from beside soonie, sniffed it, then took a sip.

“tastes fine.”

jisung looked horrified. “you’re nasty.”

you leaned back against the headboard, giggling into your shoulder as minho passed you your own cup. his hand lingered a little too long against your thigh as he did it, still touching like he hadn’t had enough, even after hours of bare skin and flushed moans and whispers pressed to your neck.

jisung noticed. his eyes narrowed. “i want a hand on my thigh.”

“you get clingy after one tea party.”

“you get smug after one orgasm.”

“three,” minho corrected, deadpan, lifting his cup like a toast.

“four,” you muttered under your breath, sipping.

that earned a stunned silence. and then, laughter. loud and real and shaking the whole tray until the spoon in the sugar bowl rattled like a bell.

you didn’t even realise you were leaning into minho until he kissed your temple.

you didn’t even realise jisung had scooted closer until his head was on your chest again, and his fingers were brushing idly over your thigh under the blanket.

soonie gave an unimpressed meow, stood up, and walked straight across the tray to go sit by the window, tail swishing dramatically.

“you know he’s the real head of this household,” jisung mumbled, eyes closed now, cup balanced on his stomach.

“mm,” you hummed, resting your cheek against minho’s collarbone. “we just pay the rent.”

outside, seoul had gone quiet. inside, it was just you three, skin against skin, hearts slow, mouths still tasting of sugar and honeyed tea.

“hey,” minho murmured after a while, fingers in your hair. “we should do this again tomorrow.”

“what, the tea party?”

“the whole day.”

you smiled against his skin.

“yeah,” you whispered. “let’s.”

[aastroopheel]

my beautiful queen do you think you can write another fluffy Cook fic I’m begging 🙏🙏🙏 your last one was so good and I’m desperate

Okay so, um, i had no imagination tbh. BUT, i thought about different headcanons so here you go. (either way you can ask me for something in specific and i'll try to write it!!)

(JAMES) COOK HEADCANONS --

Relationship Cook

Cook! and his name YOU are the only one who makes his name sound good for him. Like yeah, go ahead and call him James, but hey! make sure to give him a kiss on the cheek or he will scowl like his little brother

Cook! who is protective to a fault Cook’s loyalty runs deep. If you're his person, he will not let anyone mess with you — even if it means throwing punches. He’s the kind of boyfriend who walks on the outside of the pavement and subtly checks the exits when you’re out, just in case.

Cook! who is rough exterior, soft interior He doesn't say "I love you" easily — not because he doesn’t feel it, but because vulnerability terrifies him. But he shows it in other ways: bringing you your favorite snack unprompted, staying up all night when you’re sick, or holding you a bit too tight when he thinks he might lose you.

Cook! who is terrible at talking, great at listening Conversations about emotions? He flounders. But when you’re ranting or crying, he listens like it’s life or death. He might not say the "right" thing, but he’s fully there, completely present — and when he finally speaks, it’s always more real than expected.

Cook! who is adventurous and unpredictable Dates with Cook aren’t candle-lit dinners — they’re midnight road trips, climbing rooftops, or crashing weird art parties. He believes in living fully and wants to pull you into that chaos — to make you feel alive, like he does when he’s with you.

Fluffy Cook

Cookie! who secretly loves cuddles (but will deny it) He acts like he’s too cool for cuddling, but the minute you pull him close, he melts. He likes being the little spoon more than he’ll ever admit, especially when he’s having a rough day. If you try to get up too early, expect a groggy “Where you goin’? Stay, yeah?”

Cookie! who just really likes you a lot Loud, loyal, always wants to be around you. He’s constantly touching you — arm over your shoulders, fingers brushing yours, feet tangled under the blanket. When you laugh at his dumb jokes, he gets this boyish grin like he’s just won a medal.

Cookie! who tries to cook for you He 100% sets off the smoke alarm trying to make you breakfast. He's not good at it, but he keeps trying, showing up with burnt toast and eggs that may or may not still be raw. But the effort? Heart-melting. He acts like it’s no big deal, but he watches your reaction like it really matters.

Cookie! who leaves drunk voice calls instead of texts

“Oi, saw this dog that looked like you. Not in a bad way, yeah? Like, cute. You know what I mean. Anyway, miss you.”

Cookie! who falls asleep holding your hand Even when you’re just watching TV or lying in bed, he’ll reach for your hand. If you pull away, he sleepily grabs for it again. It’s instinct for him — like you’re his anchor.

Cookie! who always hyping you up You could be wearing pajamas or talking about something you’re insecure about and he’ll go, “Nah, you’re fit. Like—stupid fit. And smart too. You're mental, how do I even deserve you?” He doesn't say it in poetic words, but he means it. Every time.

Cookie! who heals slowly, but with you He still has nightmares. Still carries guilt. But you’re the first person he trusts to see that side of him. Some nights he opens up, slowly, in pieces. And when he does, it’s raw and real — the kind of honesty that says, “You make me want to be someone better.”

Cook! who pushes you away when he needs you most When something triggers his guilt or anger — nightmares about Freddie, reminders of the life he left behind — he shuts down. He’ll disappear for hours (or days), claiming he "needed air" when he really just didn’t want you to see him unravel.

“Didn’t wanna wreck your day with my shit. I don’t want you to look at me like I’m broken.”

Cook! who can’t believe you actually love him He struggles to believe he deserves real affection. Sometimes when you say “I love you,” he jokes it off, or looks away and mutters, “You shouldn’t.” There’s a deep fear that if you really knew everything he’s done, you’d leave.

Cook! who gets into fights when he feels powerless He still has that hair-trigger temper — especially when he feels like he’s losing control. If someone disrespects you or brings up his past, he’s on edge. You’re the one pulling him back, reminding him that reacting like that doesn’t fix anything anymore.

Cook! who keep Self-Sabotaging When things are going well — like too well — he’ll start picking fights over nothing. Late replies. Passive-aggressive comments. He’s testing you, even if he doesn’t mean to.

“Bet you’ll leave like everyone else. Go on, might as well do it now.”

Because deep down, he’s convinced love won’t last for someone like him.

Cook! who is haunted by his past He won’t talk about Freddie for a long time. When he finally does, it’s quiet. Barely above a whisper.

“He was my mate. I didn’t protect him. Didn’t stop it. Didn’t stop myself.” He still thinks about what he could’ve done differently — and you’ll see it in the way he clutches his fists when he's alone.

Cook! who is scared to let you all the way in Even if you’ve been together for months, there's a part of him you don’t get to touch. He loves you, but he holds part of himself back — a part too dark, too scarred. And it kills him, because he wants to give you everything, but he doesn’t know how.

Cook! who masters unspoken apologies He’s not good at saying “I’m sorry,” but he’ll show it — quietly patching up the wall he punched, buying your favorite snack after a fight, sitting at the edge of the bed in silence until you say something. When you do, he crumbles.

“I don’t wanna lose you, alright? Just don’t know how to be normal.”

Cook! when you become his safe place (which terrifies him) You're the only thing in his life that feels calm. And that scares him more than any fight ever could — because now he has something to lose. He starts taking care of himself not for him, but for you. It’s messy, but it’s real.

Somehting um.. spicy?

Cook! who desperate kisses when it all cracks

You’re both pissed, not because you want to be, but because it’s who you are.

“You’re such a pain in the arse, you know that?” you say, voice sharp.

Cook smirks, eyes flashing with mischief and something darker. “Yeah? Maybe you like it.”

You roll your eyes, stepping closer, daring him. “Don’t push it.”

“Or what? You gonna run off crying?”

The air’s thick, the tension almost physical.

“You’re a bloody mess, James. You don’t know how to keep anything together.”

“And you think you’re any better? Always on my case, like I’m some project.” He’s right in your face now, no space left.

“I don’t have time for your drama.”

“Neither do I, but here we fucking are.”

The tension between you is electric, like the whole room’s holding its breath. You can feel it—Cook’s eyes locked on you, dark and unreadable, but burning with something fierce. It’s that look he gets when everything’s about to break loose, and you both know it.

You both breathe hard, and just when it feels like this is going to explode into something ugly—Cook grabs your shirt, yanks you close, lips crashing into yours like a goddamn storm. Before you even have time to think, he’s moving fast. His hands grab your waist, pulling you so close there’s no space left between you. His fingers press into your skin, rough and urgent.

His lips hit yours hard, no warning, no slow build-up, just pure, desperate need. The kiss is fierce and demanding, his mouth taking control but somehow still searching, like he’s trying to say everything he can’t put into words.

You taste the sharp edge of his breath, the faint tang of whatever he’d been drinking, the undeniable heat that radiates from him. His hands move with purpose, one sliding up to cup your face, thumb brushing over your cheekbone while the other snakes around your back, pulling you impossibly closer.

Every second feels stretched thin — like you’re suspended in a moment where nothing else exists but the wild urgency of him. His body presses against yours, every movement frantic but somehow perfectly timed, like he’s trying to make up for every second he held back before.

When he finally pulls away, breath ragged and eyes dark with need, that wild grin flashes across his face — cocky and vulnerable all at once.

You can’t help the smile that curls on your lips, heart pounding like a drum.

i tried

[mercifulstate]

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ FEELING BURNT OUT BABE?

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Oh babe, I get it. You’ve been persisting, repeating affirmations like a mantra, trying every method, every technique, holding onto your vision with a white-knuckled grip—and still, the 3D’s sitting there like a stale piece of toast. No butter. No jam. Just dry, disappointing reality.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎And now you’re tired. Maybe even bitter. You’re wondering, “Am I broken? Am I missing something? Why is it working for everyone else but me?”

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Listen, angel: manifesting should feel natural and fun. It’s not supposed to feel like a chore. It’s supposed to feel like coming home to your truth. Like letting yourself finally breathe. Like laughing in the face of "logic" because your desire already belongs to you.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎But when it feels like a chore—when you’re watching the 3D like a hawk, obsessing over what hasn’t changed, or spiraling every time something doesn’t show up overnight—it’s not a sign to try harder. It’s a sign to pause.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Take a break. Not from your desire, but from the pressure. Go live. Go do something dumb and silly. Watch a comfort show. Hug a pillow. Cry. Nap. Touch something soft. Recharge.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Saturate your mind gently—not because you’re terrified it won’t happen if you don’t, but because it just feels good to think about what’s already yours. And most importantly, come back to your center.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎You are the operant power.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎You always have been.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎You always will be.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎And no 3D, no delay, no doubt, no person, no situation, no breakdown can EVER strip you of that. The only one who can block your manifestation... is you, through the assumptions you keep feeding.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎This isn’t about you being “bad” at manifesting. It’s about old story addiction. You keep checking the 3D like it’s gonna give you a cookie when all it does is reflect what you believe to be true. When you keep whispering, “It’s not here yet,” guess what? The law will say, “Okay. Not here yet.”

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎But if—even in your most drained, disheveled, emotionally hungover moment—you say, “You know what? It’s mine anyway,” that shifts everything.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎And look. I know I’m a bitch. A bad bitch, okay? A bad bitch reminding every single one of you just how powerful you are. But I’d never belittle you for being human. Not for one second. It’s okay to feel. It’s okay to break. It’s okay to need a moment.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Let it out. Be human.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎But never forget—you are the power. The answer. The method. The key. The truth. And nothing can take that away from you. Nothing.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Now go rest that beautiful mind of yours. Your desire’s already here, it's done.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Love, Mercy.

[celestie0]

Hey!! Do you have any ihm headcanons for gojo and y/n?

I honestly love them both so much especially reader. Your writing is amazing

suuure!! i mean they're not like officially in a relationship yet so these will just be kinda random facts about them i supposeee, some separate and some together :0 but i hope they're still interesting haha <33

in holy matriphony headcanons

ᰔ note. for anyone new here, these headcanons are based off of my gojo x reader long fic series called "in holy matriphony"!! header art by @/3-aem

ihm!gojo woodworks in his free time. he’s building a coffee table right now. he passed out in his workshop last weekend because he accidentally inhaled too many wood stain fumes

ihm!gojo already has a college fund set up for his future kids (he started it when he was 26 lmfao)

ihm!gojo on that note is veeery financially responsible (unlike ihm reader hahaha)

ihm!reader only chose nursing for her post undergrad plans because she dressed up as a nurse once for halloween and it drove choso crazy and that’s basically what she ended up rolling with for the rest of her professional career 👍🏼 (a questionable yet relatable decision)

ihm!gojo’s ex-wife, who shall still remain mostly a mystery, is actually someone he’s known since he was four years old (childhood friends to lovers type beat)

ihm!gojo’s favorite weekend pass times are hanging out with juno, taking his boat out to the lake, and watching SNL

ihm!reader secretly really wants to go for a ride on the lake on ihm!gojo’s boat but she’s spent so much time yelling at him for parking it halfway across her driveway curb that she feels like asking would be damage to her ego

ihm!gojo & ihm!reader were actually veeeeeery civil with one another when they first met, like very sweet neighbors, but then obviously things became sour down the line haha

ihm!gojo eats a generally pretty clean diet other than the occasional takeout on a friday. he PIGS out when he’s sold a house though. also, he’s a massive slut for home baked goods especially if they were made just for him. one time juno brought him a plate of (very burnt) chocolate chip cookies and he damn near cried (it’s the thought that counts)

ihm!gojo became a real estate agent fresh out of college but his actual major in college was entirely unrelated to marketing, sales, or business (shall be revealed later) 

ihm!reader was voted prom queen not once but twice when she was in high school and she believes that’s when she peaked in life

ihm!gojo gets sent on business trips to foreign countries pretty often by his brokerage firm to assess new housing markets and he always tries to bring back souvenirs for everyone in the neighborhood (except reader because he once brought her a stuffed animal from the airport in taiwan but he saw her throw it away in her garbage bin on trash day :( …she’s so mean sometimes)

whenever ihm!gojo & ihm!reader have arguments over things, they always vent about it to their neighbors in passing, and reader gets so pissed off when neighbors take gojo’s side because she’s literally lived there her whole life and yet they have the audacity to advocate for HIM

ihm!reader holds a lot of resentment towards her father because he was a heavy smoker for the entirety of his marriage to her mom, and so she suspects the reason her mother has cancer in the first place is because of the secondhand smoke 

ihm!gojo is obsessed with avocados. he eats avocado toast everyday. and he makes a meaaaaannn bowl of guac. he only has one avocado tree in his backyard right now but he would like to have a whole farm of them someday

ihm!gojo is really social, he loooves to talk to people and get to know them and ask them for their whole life story even if he just met them like two minutes ago lol, but his actual close knit  group of friends is only like 3-4ish guys

ihm!gojo gets frequently invited to his clients’ dinner parties, christmas parties, thanksgiving meals, kids birthday parties etc lmfaooo but he often has to politely decline

ihm!reader’s doctor is very concerned for her symptoms of insomnia (due to her abnormal sleeping schedule from nights shifts) because she already has risk factors for alzheimer's from her mother and insomnia only increases that risk

ihm!reader’s favorite store ever is costco. she wants her ashes to be spread across a costco parking lot

a/n. hope u enjoyed :0 much love!!

[omegastorms]

Thoughts on Scents

So I wanted to just give my thoughts on some interesting scent options, because no hate to sandalwood, it seems like everyone always smells like it in fics. And since I also have an indie perfume obsession, I wanted to share some scents that may broaden people's horizons. I may do a part two depending on how well I like how this turned out.

Pine resin, with hints of wood smoke, and warm brandy.

The smell of damp fresh earth after a summer rain.

Palo santo, dry desert grasses, and sage

Amber, laudanum, and frankincense

Tobacco, burnt grasses, with hints of citrus

Pine needles, forest floor, and stone

Saltwater, ambergris, fresh rain, beach sand

Stone, oakmoss, clay, and wet concrete

Animal fur musk, mulled wine, and a cold winter breeze

Freshly washed linen, lemon cakes, and black tea

Coconut, dark rum, and sugarcane

Leather bound books, a dying fire, and cedar

A crisp fall evening, apple orchards, and toasted marshmallows

Magnolias, Spanish moss, and honeysuckle

Sun warmed earth, tomato plants, and iced tea

Cactus flowers, sweet grass, and wood dry vanilla

Lemon grass, heliotrope, and sugar cookies

Dead leaves, dry hay, and cognac

And that's no even touching on all the different kinds of plants, flowers, and foods. I could go on for a very long time.

[pearlcigs]

thinking a lot about soft! Vi 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 maybe even thinking about being babied 😵‍💫😵‍💫

⋆ softcore — tlou discord server

soft!vi who has a tough exterior but she always finds herself letting her walls down for you at the end of the day. when she's sighing from exhaustion, slipping into bed just ready to sink into oblivion. she just wants to roll over, ignore your curled up body that lay next to her. but she doesn't, she couldn't. no matter how tired she was, she needed you, needed your body melting into her like liquid in her hands. so she does just that, scoops you closer to her, her touch gentle in contrast to her rough and callused hands. she'll kiss the top of your head, all of your face. she'll whisper the sweetest things in your ear until she falls asleep, even her snores gentle.

soft!vi who you find humming as she does domestic tasks, like when she's cooking or cleaning. she's not even aware that she does it, solely focused on the task at hand. you think it's cute, never bringing it to her attention in hopes she'll never stop. once you found her going through the mail, humming an awfully familiar tune. you watched with admiration as vi sorted through the bills and the junk mail. "look, babe, they sent me a letter about my car's extended warranty." she laughs, pausing her humming to lift up the letter she was reading. "what idiots. they really think i'm gonna fall for this." she chuckles again, going back to her assortment of mail and her humming resumes. you just want to preserve her in a little box and keep her forever.

soft!vi who plays with your hair while you do some off hand task. not really doing any specific hairstyle, just moving strands over other strands and then letting them fall back into their place. you don't mind when she does, pretending you don't notice. it was the silent moments that you held deep in your heart, and so did vi. vi's hands would more often than not eventually make their way out of your hair, sliding down your body. she would grip your waist, or your hips, or massage your shoulders, or sometimes even slip her hands under your shirt to feel your warm skin. it wasn't even sexual, not when she would cup your breasts or kiss your neck as she did, she just loved having her hands on you in any way possible.

soft!vi who has a hard time just saying how she feels. she just can't get the words out to save her life. so you'll find little things around the house a day or two after an argument. flowers on the counter when you wake up. the dishes washed and dried. that shower curtain you've been meaning to install for months now? vi did it. it's sweet really, little things to let you know she still loved you or she's not mad at you because you both know she'll never say it out loud. or even when you two weren't arguing, you'll still find things like this. cookies she picked up for you on her way over. or when you caught her reading that book you were talking about earlier in the week. but your favorite is when you find little notes left on your fridge stuck by the (carefully picked, seriously it was no coincidence she picked those every single time) heart magnets. sometimes it was just a little drawing and sometimes it would be sweet words like 'miss you' or 'thinking of you'. it made your heart swell every time.

soft!vi who tries to make you breakfast in bed when she stays over at your apartment but you usually wake up to a smoke detector going off. it's sort of amazing at how she's such a good cook but such a bad one at the same time. like she'll burn the toast but make a perfect 5 star meal with bacon, eggs, and pancakes with a chocolate ganache. you didn't even know what a ganache was until you stumbled into the kitchen with worry only to be met with vi's crooked smile holding an entirely black piece of toast. "i was trying to make breakfast." and then she proceeded to explain what she made. "so you made all this, but... burnt the toast?" you weren't mad just... in awe. how do you burn toast? but you laugh anyway, kissing her nerves away.

soft!vi who babies you in the least condesceding way possible. she knows you like to be independent, as does anyone, but she can't help babying you every once in a while. it's simple things really, you didn't even notice at first. she'd grab things from you. "that looks heavy, let me do it." and would not even give you a chance to argue. she'd carry you anywhere, holding you in her arms like there wasn't a worry in the world. she'd wrap you in a bunch of blankets if you were napping on the couch, making sure you don't wake up cold. (you might wake up hot though.) she'd grab your cold hands in her warm ones to warm you up. it was just little things but vi always made sure you felt cared for.

[scealaiscoite]

‧₊˚ ⋅ 𓐐 food prompts 𓎩 ‧₊˚ ⋅

¹⁾ tart, fresh cherries

²⁾ milky tea

³⁾ a can of redbull

⁴⁾ cold pepperoni pizza

⁵⁾ orange segments

⁶⁾ chamomile tea

⁷⁾ burnt toast

⁸⁾ steaming masala chai

⁹⁾ bitter dark chocolate

¹⁰⁾ water-heavy pears

¹¹⁾ salty cinema popcorn

¹²⁾ smooth whiskey

¹³⁾ fluffy cinnamon rolls

¹⁴⁾ rich cuban coffee

¹⁵⁾ streetside pani puri

¹⁶⁾ fresh-baked cookies

¹⁷⁾ pomegranate seeds

¹⁸⁾ sour jellies

¹⁹⁾ homemade soup dumplings

²⁰⁾ hotel room service french fries

²¹⁾ sugared donuts

²²⁾ mexican coca-cola

²³⁾ strawberry milkshake

²⁴⁾ fudgey brownies

²⁵⁾ spearmint gum

²⁶⁾ happy hour cocktails

²⁷⁾ fairground candyfloss

²⁸⁾ salmon sashimi

²⁹⁾ airplane peanuts

³⁰⁾ takeout fried rice

³¹⁾ pistachio gelato

³²⁾ a packed lunch

³³⁾ bruised bananas

³⁴⁾ cheap instant ramen

³⁶⁾ agua de jamaica

³⁷⁾ petrol station chocolate bars

³⁸⁾ soft mangos

³⁹⁾ chicken noodle soup

⁴⁰⁾ convenience store onigiri

⁴¹⁾ lemonade from a neighbourhood kids’ stand

⁴²⁾ chilaquiles

⁴³⁾ a steaming bowl of breakfast congee

⁴⁴⁾ too-sweet instant coffee

⁴⁵⁾ a sunday roast with all the trimmings

⁴⁶⁾ high-end restaurant steak frites

⁴⁷⁾ mango sticky rice

⁴⁸⁾ salsa verde and tortilla chips

⁴⁹⁾ stale bottled water

⁵⁰⁾ rotten strawberries

⁵¹⁾ old-fashioned caramels

⁵²⁾ honey and lemon lozenges

⁵³⁾ garlic bread

⁵⁴⁾ mango loco monster

⁵⁵⁾ clumsily-made spaghetti

⁵⁶⁾ rotisserie chicken

⁵⁷⁾ madras curry

⁵⁸⁾ abuela’s caldo de res

⁵⁹⁾ dirty martini

⁶⁰⁾ tinned sardines

⁶¹⁾ arayes

⁶²⁾ the last slice of birthday cake

⁶³⁾ ripe nectarines

⁶⁴⁾ caviar bump

⁶⁵⁾ iced latte

⁶⁶⁾ sugar cookies

⁶⁷⁾ mulled wine

⁶⁸⁾ baklava

⁶⁹⁾ chocolate poptarts

⁷⁰⁾ warm champangne

⁷¹⁾ sticky toffee pudding

⁷²⁾ blueberry pancakes

⁷³⁾ birria tacos

⁷⁴⁾ hospital pudding cups

⁷⁵⁾ lobster rolls

⁷⁶⁾ fresh honeycomb

⁷⁷⁾ campfire coffee

⁷⁸⁾ sweet tea

⁷⁹⁾ hot honey

⁸⁰⁾ vanilla protein powder

⁸¹⁾ bulgogi beef

⁸²⁾ warm focaccia

⁸³⁾ chilli con carne

⁸⁴⁾ peach cobbler

⁸⁵⁾ cold watermelon slices

⁸⁶⁾ sweet stewed apple

⁸⁷⁾ coloured marshmallows

⁸⁸⁾ vendor stand hotdogs

⁸⁹⁾ dragonfruit redbull

⁹⁰⁾ blood oranges

⁹¹⁾ vanilla coke

⁹²⁾ blue raspberry slushie

⁹³⁾ nicotine gum

⁹⁴⁾ raspberry jam

⁹⁵⁾ pear cider

⁹⁶⁾ pineapple rings

⁹⁷⁾ chicken wings

⁹⁸⁾ salted butter

⁹⁹⁾ coconut meat

¹⁰⁰⁾ wild blackberries

[yezznn]

bf!yeonjun headcanons

pairings: college bf!Yeonjun x fem!reader

genre: fluff headcanons, comfort, stablished relationship.

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thinking abt…. Living with yeonjun, your college bf.

College bf!yeonjun who just moved into your apartment because it’s way closer to campus.

College bf!yeonjun who’s never, ever, lived with a girl before so he’s not used to seeing such a clean, organized place. And you’ve set your own rules and routine, which for him, someone who lives day to day, is something really new.

College bf!yeonjun who eventually falls into a comfortable routine with you; and postpones searching for a new place as it becomes easier to catch up with chores.

Mornings with College bf!Yeonjun are definitely a challenge. He’s not a morning person, but he loves waking up early just to see your sleepy face, and maybe steal a kiss or two. He'll make you breakfast—sometimes it’s burnt toast and scrambled eggs, but it’s the thought that counts. On weekends, you both enjoy lazy mornings cuddling in bed, scrolling through your phones, and playfully fighting over who has to get up first.

College bf!yeonjun and you take turns trying out new recipes. Yeonjun’s specialty is instant ramen, while you’re the best at baking cookies. There are more than a few kitchen disasters, but laughter always follows. Sometimes, cooking together turns into an impromptu dance (or make out) session with Yeonjun twirling you around the kitchen while a song plays in the background.

When you both need a break from studying and don’t wanna go out, you enjoy playing video games together. College bf!Yeonjun is super competitive but always lets you win at least one round.

College bf!yeonjun who refuses to go to bed until you’ve talked about your day. Every night— skincare already done and tucked in bed, you always spend a few minutes sharing your thoughts and going through what you did when you weren’t together during the day.

College bf!yeonjun doesn’t know about personal space, and will absolutely find a way to be close to you in some way. Wether it’s his arms around your waist while you’re making dinner, laying on top of you when watching movies or resting his chin on your shoulder while you do your makeup in the bathroom mirror.

College bf!yeonjun who loves you with all his being. Doesn’t care about you using his clothes (he adores it) or when you turn into a control freak when dividing chores. Who tries to the best roommate ever, buying cute furniture to bring life into your apartment or finishing your chores when you’re beyond exhausted. Isn’t he the best?

a/n: I need this yj in my life 😓

[rinsnumber1fan]

*gets on knees and looks up at you with big cute eyes* kaiser fluff?

I've been craving this myself recently, anon 🎀🎀

Kaiser isn't one to be soft or fluffy with you, or anyone else. He tries to suppress his feelings because he thinks it makes him look weak and stupid. That was untill he met you. He had noticed he was being softer than how he'd be usually. Infact, a bit too soft.

He'd laugh next to you. Actually, laugh. Like the literal one where he looks at you and smiles without you having to make a joke or say anything. That's the most of it in public, but then in private? It went from morning cuddles,

"Mmmggghhhh!!! I don't wanna get up!!" Kaiser whined like a little child, clinging to your waist as you held his face into your boobs. You squished his cheeks together, "Kaiser. You have a game in an hour." You reminded him but he only looked at you with that pout and squished cheeks. Kaisers pout intensified "It's fine if i don't go for one day, right?" "If you don't go for one day, your teams gonna lose" Kaiser noded at that, leaning back and away from being crushed "makes sense. I'm kinda awesome like tha-" "Shut up" "Okay."

To breakfast together,

"Oh shit.." you blinked at the burnt toast. "How the heck did you mess that up?" Kaiser asked, one hand on his waist from behind you as you giggled awkwardly. Kaiser sighed loudly, acting like the big strong man of the house, he pulled the toast out of the toaster, and corrected all the settings and within a few moments the bread jumped out the toaster, "That's how you do it" he'd say smugly while you puckered up your lips glancing at the toast, "it looks pretty dry to me" "wha-"

Later after his game, You had been preparing to bake cookies for the first time ever. And after putting in the cookie dough and all into the metal plate or whatever its called you pushed it into the oven with a big grin, "LETS GO!!!!" You chanted, already able to smell the fleshing aroma of the cookies, and sighing.

Kaiser sits on the couch trying to read, "could you quiet down?" He frowned. You jumped at kaisers side and put a timer on for the cookies to bake. Clinging to his arm and then his waist, and then against his shoulder chanting "you're so cute!!!" While kaiser blinked "I'm not cute. I'm hot" "You're both."

The smell of the cookies slowly changed into something more... carbon monoxide ish. You were busy cuddling with kaiser who had given up on reading at this point, nuzzling your head in his neck and he let out a small breath "Y-youre tickling me!!" He pouts. "Nevermind that, do you smell that?" Kaiser turned his attention around himself but you were bacically ontop of him, sitting over him, "trying to change the subject cutie?" You grinned leaning down to kiss him but you paused "oh shit.. I do smell something weird." You got off of him and he sighed in relief.

You jumped at the kitchen towards rhe cookies, you furrowed your brows... they looked burnt..

"What are you standing there waiting for?!" Kaiser ran upto turn it off. "Wait!! But my timer--" you paused and checked the timer on your phone. "Oh..." your lips pressed together, an awkward smile popped on your face. "What?" Kaiser asked expecting the worst. "I set the timer for AM." You grinned awkwardly, rubbing the back of your head. "God, you're so dumb." Kaiser closed his eyes for a moment, rubbing his temple "Well atleast the house didn't burn down or anything--"

He opened his eyes, "AHH" You scram, fhe oven door was open and your dumbass forgot to wear gloves before taking the tray out. "Y/N!!" He held your hand in his glancing at the burning spot on your fingers and pressing his hand tightly over It. "You forgot to wear gloves?! Are you kidding me do you know how--" He paused for a moment, eyes squinting as he glanced at your almost about to cry expression. He sighed softly and kissed your fingers. "Don't cry now, hmmmm?" He tried cheering you up by making a stupid expression and you laughed slightly, "i wasn't gonna cry just wanted to see you make a stupid face." You grinned and Kaiser groaned "Whatever. Let's just order crumble instead." You offered with a smile and he pressed a kiss on your temple.

[h0lydrag0ns]

Any Simon Riley headcanons in terms of cooking ability? Can he cook? Is it something he looks for in a partner?

Simon 'Ghost' Riley headcanons! (Cooking version)

1. Basic survival cooking only.

Ghost can cook enough to not starve: eggs, toast, instant noodles, maybe pasta if he’s feeling fancy. Anything beyond that is a gamble.

2. Military mess hall habits.

He’s used to eating whatever is put in front of him without complaint. Flavor, texture, presentation? Not important. Calories and convenience are all that matter.

3. Absolutely no baking.

Baking requires precision, measuring, patience — all things Ghost has no time for in the kitchen. He once tried to bake cookies and ended up with charcoal bricks.

4. Weapons over kitchen tools.

Give him a knife and he’s a god; give him a peeler and he looks like he’s disarming a bomb. He holds kitchen utensils like they’re potential threats.

5. "Is cereal cooking?"

He will genuinely ask you this with a straight face. And in his mind, yes — pouring milk and cereal into a bowl is a form of culinary effort.

6. Cooking with a girlfriend.

He gets awkward if you try to "teach" him. He’s not used to feeling clumsy in front of someone he cares about. You’ll catch him frowning at the stove like it personally offended him.

"That thing hates me."

7. His "specialty" dish.

If he really tries to impress you, he’ll make a full English breakfast. It's the only meal he feels confident about, and he’ll act like it’s a Michelin-starred event.

8. Soft spot for home-cooked meals.

He doesn’t expect his partner to cook — but if they do, even something simple like grilled cheese, it touches something deep inside him he didn’t know was hungry.

9. Looks for effort, not skills.

He couldn’t care less if his partner is a master chef. If they make food for him with love (even if it’s a disaster), that’s what matters to him.

10. "We can always order pizza."

If everything goes wrong in the kitchen — burnt food, chaos, smoke alarm — he’s already pulling out his phone to order pizza, unbothered. His priorities: food now, cuddles after.