#how to make muffins without eggs

[that-one-anxious-mango]

sweet negotiations

summary: terry finds himself in a series of negotiations and comforts with his wife after a key asset in their home is compromised.

pairing: terry richmond x black reader (Dallas)

content: fluff, allusions to nsfw acts, some mild crying (hormones)

a/n: hello there and welcome! after looking for some more fluffy terry fics and almost crashing out when I couldn't find them, I decided to just start writing some that will all take place in the same universe titled 'thunder and lighting’ which will follow you, terry, and the antics of domestic and kinky married life. this is the first of many to come. so enjoy, like, comment, and reblog :)

" I said no." Terry, his voice soft and tired, sounded off the freshly painted sage green walls of nursery, “ Now, stop pouting and hand me the second screwdriver on the chair, please.” 

But instead of moving to fulfil his request, you stay planted in your spot by the door, still pouting, possibly harder now as you looked down to inform your companion of the mistreatment.

“ You hear that, muffin? You hear how Daddy is being mean to us.” You playfully patted at your swollen stomach, while being sure to throw your husband an extra pouty expression—bottom lip puckered and all. “ Why won’t he be nice and feed us, huh?���

In this moment of time you were about five months pregnant with yours and Terry's third child. And while he absolutely adored seeing you like this, barefoot, in one of his old band shirts and low shorts, with a scarf on your head, and thick bifocals sitting neatly at the bridge of your nose as carried his baby. He could do without the sullen expression on your face as an accessory.

“ Baby, ain’t nobody being mean to you by telling you that you can’t have a half a pint of ice cream for breakfast.” Terry's eyes glance at you, before turning his attention back to the half done wooden crib he was working on. “ Now, if you want me to make you some eggs, toast, or oatmeal. I will. But you ain’t having that this early in the morning.” 

“ If at all today. Need to watch what you’re eating more carefully, Mama.” He reminded you. “ Remember what Dr. Kaltura said about watching excess sugar and salt intake. This is serious.”

Quickly the words of your OB flashed through your brain after it had been found that your blood sugar had been a tad higher than she’d liked, a fate that had carried on from your previous pregnancy with your twins into this one.

And of course the minute your husband had caught wind of this, he had come out of retirement from the sugar task force as he now micromanaged and policed every and all things you consumed for the foreseeable future.

“ But Terryyyy.” You whined, “ That’s what both of us want, Poppa.”

Still despite your efforts, he wouldn’t budge.

“No. She doesn’t want that. You do’.” He pointed out, getting up to grab his needed tool,“ Besides, there isn’t anymore anyway.”

“ Yes, he absolutely does. “ You slyly corrected your husband’s wishful thinking, “ And what do you mean there isn’t anymore? Did you throw out my ice cream, Richmond?! Cause I would absolutely hope that’s not what you’re insinuating.”

He sighed, noting the way your eyes turned wild at the thought of your husband touching your beloved sweet treat.

He knew better.

Cause that would be too far and he knew it.

“ No, ma’am.” He simply said, moving back to his work, “ Not this Richmond.” 

“ However, our dear Teensy Richmond may have eaten the rest of it last night after dinner for dessert when you went upstairs to take your bath.” He referred to one your soundly sleeping six year old daughters just down the hall. 

Immediately a frown found a home on your face as you said, “ Wha—I thought I left out pieces of the pecan pie for ya’ll to have. Why were there cute tiny little grubby hands on my ice cream, Poppa?!!”

You huffed, recalling how you had distinctively cut and plated three different pieces of a pecan pie, one large and two small, for your little family to consume after a delicious dinner of lamb chops and smothered potatoes with smoked asparagus.

“ You did.” He confirmed your thoughts , “ But our baby requested to have her pie…a la mode. Which meant a scoop of some of your rocky road was needed as that was the only ice cream left in the freezer.”

“ And as you know, our Tiny Richmond isn’t too fond of rocky road. So she had hers plain jane with glass of milk.” He furthered his explanation.

And although you wanted to be mad at your baby’s little sweet tooth, you couldn’t be, because she got it honest. Still you couldn’t shake off this strange and sudden feeling of…well sadness…that coursed through your body at the thought of the empty ice cream container sitting downstairs in the garbage.

“ Yeah, but if you only gave Teensy a scoop of it. And Tiny didn’t have any, there should be some left.” You tried rationalizing in the same manner of if Johnny had two apples…

Until it came to you, “ Unless…”  

You looked to him and as if he could really read your thoughts, he held a sheepish expression on his face, as he knew what was next to come, “Terrance seriously?!” You hadn’t meant to, but you stamped your feet lightly against the shiny hardwood floor. “ I can’t believe your big eared ass ate my ice cream.”

And just like that your brief moment of sadness has morphed into hormone filled rage.

To which your husband found oddly adorable doing his best to keep a smile off his face, remorse riddled in his tone when he said, “ I’m sorry, Precious. She didn’t wanna eat alone. And since Tiny wasn’t going to have any, I may have had a scoop…or two myself to help finish it off. But it’s okay. We can get more at the store later.” He reasoned, screwing in nut B to pole B. 

By now he was expecting his thunderous woman of a wife to do what she does best, which is make noise about the fact that the rest of her brood ate the ‘ one damn thing the baby allows her to keep down’, but instead he was surprised to look over and see you standing there silent—with tears collecting just at the edge of your waterline. Frown deep. Shoulders slumped.

“ Baby….” He called out in a knowing tone, looking at the way your mouth had slightly turned down and your arms had wrapped around your body, “ C’mon now, Precious. It’s alright. ”

But almost as if it was the release words for your tears, you quickly found your fingertips becoming increasingly wet from wiping the streams away from your cheeks as you began to head toward the door. Slightly embarrassed at your lactose driven waterworks.

Getting up with a sigh, he wasted no time making his way over to you, big hands coming to cup your waist and guide you over to the creme rocking chair, moving all the tools on it to the floor.

It didn’t take long for him to sit and guide you on his lap, an arm wrapped tight around your waist while a calloused hand came to rub against the damp soft apple of your cheek. 

“ C’mere, pretty baby.”  He pecked your lips, tasting the salt of your tears, “ You know I don’t like it when my woman is unhappy. Especially when you’re crying.” 

“ I just can’t help it.” You mutter, partially frustrated with your inability to get a hard grasp on your emotions. “ I just really wanted it. And I mean I know it’s not that serious enough for me to be crying over. And it may seem dramatic but- ” 

“ But it made you upset and that’s okay. You don’t have to explain or try and justify you wanting to cry to me, Baby. It’s fine.” He affirmed, a hand coming to rub at your belly, “ I know this one has those emotions a tad high, and I’m sure Teensy and I blowing up your ice cream stash ain’t helping.” 

A smile fainting at your lips, at the thought of your husband and daughters sitting at the dining room table, talking and laughing over their late night dessert. 

“ So once the twins wake up and we have breakfast we can all take a family trip to the store and grab some more, alright?” He said. 

“ Mmm. And some more Oreos? And Miss Vickie’s Jalapeño?” You rubbed your eyes before looking at him intently, a smirk playing on his face, “ Ya’ know for the pain and suffering caused.” 

“ Hmm. I see.” A hand traveling to your thigh, “ Well for your pain and suffering I am willing to offer you a pint…not a a half baby…but a full pint of rocky road, with a bag of the chips.”

“ Mmm. But what about my Oreos.” You mused. 

He shook his head, “ Nope. Not on the table, beloved. Too much sugar.”

“ Mmm. I dunno. Doesn’t sound fair. I mean I already was owed the ice cream. And while the chips are a good gesture of faith. I feel I deserve more for this indiscretion.” 

He was silent, still smiling at the determination in your filled out cheeks when he said, “  Fine. Counter offer. Pint of the rocky road, bag of chips, and I’ll throw in a bubble bath and personal back massage from yours truly after dinner.” Your breath hitched, feeling a hand slip underneath your bottom to palm the bit of exposed skin you had peeking from under your night shorts. 

“ Just for the record. What kind of massage would this be? ” You coyly inquired, knowing full well what kind he meant.

He moved his mouth to your ear, “ One with a guaranteed happy ending. For us both it seems.”

And how could you deny that? 

“ Fine. I accept your counter offer with the added addition that oil will be used for my massage.”

“ Of course m’am. No other way I’d do it.” He assured, rubbing circles in your thighs. 

“ Good.” You said.

“ Great.” He one upped, “ Now, how should we close this deal? I say with a kiss.”

“ Mmm. “ You hummed, “ I dunno. I think I may need more than a kiss to seal it. And I also think we may need to try out and see how sturdy this chair is. Ya’ know for safety reasons.” 

“ And do you suggest we do that?” His voice low.

“ I dunno.” Your lips find his cheek then his ear, “ We’re already seeing how much weight it can hold, but I wonder how much…rocking or bouncing it can take.”

“ Right, safety reasons.” He mumbled across the skin of your neck, “ Well if that’s the case then—” 

“ Poppa? Mommy? ” The little voice called out from the hallway.

“ WHERE ARE YOU?!” Another yelled, ceasing both yours and Terry’s movements completely , and instead invoked laughter amongst the two of you as he helped you climb off of him and shuffle to the door to collect your late night little ice cream bandit and morning hallway screamer.

[theanimeroom]

Hiii, one of isagi being such a cutie and respectful boyfriend BUT then in reader's birthday she wishes "world peace and being fucked by his cute bf" and then good boy isagi let her perv side out 🛐🛐🛐

yes 🫡

bf!isagi yoichi who was terrified of PDA when you two first got together. you assured him that it was fine, the two of you didn’t have to go farther than holding hands or occasional kisses whenever he felt comfortable. he still hesitated every time his fingers laced between yours though, his face turning bright red and his eyes always being unable to meet yours.

he always saw you as his little treasure, and he wanted all eyes away from you because you belong to him <3. he was used to being in the spotlight with his career, but he never wanted to drag you into it. there were probably several talks about making your relationship public, to which you didn’t mind, but isagi didn’t share the same sentiment.

he wanted you to himself, wanted to make sure that no one else even considered trying to make moves on you without having his fangirls trying to pick you apart. he’s a major homebody, believe it or not. whenever nagi or bachira would beg for him to come out he always opted to stay in the house with you, watching movies and eating candy so sweet you swore your teeth should have fallen out by now.

his love for you and natural reclusiveness only skyrocketed the day you opened your eyes to a platter being placed under your nose, the smell of fresh, crispy bacon and toast filling your sensing before you could even register what day it was.

“happy birthday!” his sweet voice was the first thing you got to hear, a sleepy smile stretching across your face. his eyes were big and filled with happiness as he watched you attempt to sit up, rubbing the rest of your fatigue away with your hands. when your breakfast was placed in front of you a small giggle broke through your yawn at the preparations. there were around 8 strips of bacon on the plate, along with scrambled eggs, a couple halves of toast and a blueberry muffin with a little candle wick placed on top. “i made your favorite.”

“did you?” you giggled, feeling your heart swell at the hopeful expression on isagi’s face. your boyfriend was always so sweet, almost sickeningly so sometimes. he was typically all forehead kisses and soft touches, like you were a porcelain doll. even in bed, he preferred making love to anything else, it made him feel like he was appreciating you for all that you were worth. you loved it of course, adored it even. it’s what made you fall in love with him in the first place, but sometimes you couldn’t help but feel like you wanted….more.

you’d seen isagi on the field. you knew the kind of stamina, passion, and drive he had when it came to crushing his opponents, you just wished that sometimes he’d come home and crush you instead.

so when your sweet, innocent, loving boyfriend told you to make a wish on the muffin candle, you didn’t even have to ponder on your wish. leaning in with shielded vision, you spoke your wish with a sly smile on your face. “i wish for world peace and to be fucked by the undeniably hot boyfriend.”

when you looked at your boyfriend, his eyes were as wide as saucers. you were his sweet girl, and he’d never even considered being even remotely rough with you because of it. but alas, there was only so much strength a man could have after hearing that slip from your lips.

and that’s exactly how you ended up here, with your ass angled in the air and your moans muffled by the fabric of your pillowcase. there was one hand pressed against the back of your head, pushing you further into the bed when his other hand held down your arm against your back. your plea’s and moans fell on deaf ears though, the only thing on isagi’s mind being the filth that he’s spewing your way.

“aww, is this what my sweet baby wished for? wanted to be treated like a little slut, huh?” he punctuated his question with a hard thrust, hips flesh against your ass.

you wailed in the pillow, but a broken response didn’t seem to be enough for the man above you. with a brash tug his fingers were in your hair, tugging until your neck was strained and your teary eyes were looking back at him. his thrusts never slowed down still hitting all the spots that’s make you twitch and see those pretty little stars in the corner of your vision. “good little whores are supposed to answer when they’re spoken to, aren’t they?”

“y-yes!!” your voice was strained, body weak from pleasure although you tried to follow his instructions. your body shuffled, trying to push back against him but only receiving a rough slap on the flesh of your ass in response. his fingers dug into the skin as he leaned down, lips grazing the shell of your ear.

the air sent a shiver down your spine, your mind only filled with thoughts of him. his voice was light, the power of his thrusts leaving you both breathless. “my baby seems to be getting a little greedy,” he chuckled, a soft grunt slipping through at the wet patch staining the pillow, a string of drool leaving his eyes rolling to the back of his head. “but since it’s your birthday, i’ll let you off the hook.”

your back arched as isagi bottomed out inside of you, hips flush against your ass, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. you moaned, trying your hardest to fuck yourself back onto him and chase the tingling feeling that permeated your toes and fingertips. you could barely breathe with the way he was fucking you, and if you weren’t in love with he man before this, you definitely were now.

“you know i love you right, baby?” isagi asked, grinning when you frantically nodded your head. he wasn’t even sure if you’d heard what he said to you, your eyes glazed over and breathing so labored that he laced his fingers in your hair and pulled your face out of the pillow. “you still with me sweet girl?”

“uh huh,” you groaned, pushing your hips back in hopes for him to fuck you more rather than talk. with a chuckle, isagi wrapped a hand around your waist.

“good, because you won’t be in a second,” were the last words he said before forcing his cock in as far as it could go. the sounds of skin against skin reverberated around the room, combined with the broken whimpers coming from you and the occasional moan and groan from isagi.

the knot in your stomach tightened as he prodded that one spot inside of you, causing the muscles in your body tense as your body started to succumb to the pleasure.

“gonna come for me baby?” the man above you asked, landing a harsh smack against the side of your ass. a guttural moan left you at the sensation, the sight of your cunt creaming his cock only causing his pace to quicken. with another smack you were wailing out a positive response, thighs trembling as they tried to keep your body upright. “wanna feel the birthday girl come all over me, you can do that pretty, right?”

isagi didn’t have to say another word, the simple request being all you needed to let the waves of pleasure take over your body with a strangled moan. isagi let out a moan of his own at the way you squeezed around him, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass as he bottomed out, eyes rolling as ropes of come painted your inner walls.

isagi breathed heavily into your ear, the sensation tickling your skin just enough to make you shuffle underneath him.

“mmm baby,” you spoke lowly, turning your head so your face wasn’t plastered into the pillow. the male above you hummed, eyes closed in bliss as he came down from his high. it took you a second before you were able to respond, still trying your hardest to catch your breath. when you did respond though, the words slipped from you with a smile.

“can this be my birthday present every year?”

don’t plagiarize! it’s not nice <3

theanimeroom

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

No Sugar Tonight 3

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Brock Rumlow

Summary: A regular customer becomes more than just a familiar face.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

Your shifts are often tedious. Slow and dull. You like the night shift because it’s not as stressful. Or was.

That night you spend looking out the windows in expectation. For each customer that walks across the tiles with echoing footfalls, you wait in expectation. They come and get their treats and go. None of them are him. That stranger. The one who looms like a shadow in your mind as he had that day on the street.

Dayani is late. You give her the keys with a yawn. You get a day off and you’re more than eager for it. You’re relieved to leave shy of the dreaded encounter.

You head off through the front doors and turn down the street. The tree planted between the sidewalk blocks splits in too and as a figure emerges from the shade. Oh no.

You make to walk past the dark-haired man who prefers his coffee black. He simply turns and walks parallel to you.

You glance over at him warily. He doesn’t look back. He keeps walking, only reaching blindly to take your hand in his. You go rigid but don’t pull away. You’re jittering in terror.

“What are you--””

“You think anyone’s gonna mess with me?” He says flatly.

“No, sir, but--”

“Brock,” he says, then recites your name. “Now we know each other.”

Your mouth opens and closes. His hand is hot and a woodsy cologne wafts from his jacket. His skin is rough against yours. He squeezes as if he can sense your reticence.

“Brock,” you repeat. “Okay.”

“You got a day off.”

It’s a statement. It’s without a sliver of doubt. How does he know that?

“I told you, you’re easy to follow. You need to look around more.” He reprimands. “Too late to see me. I’m here.”

His tone is eerie. It makes your skin tingle. He drags you on but not towards your usual route. He also told you not to take the alleyways.

“Sir, er, Brock?” You murmur.

“Those muffins are too sugary. You need a full breakfast.” He insists.

“Right, that’s... okay. Erm...”

“It’s a nice place. You’ll like it,” he says bluntly.

You don’t know what to say, or do. You want to run away but can’t. His hand is a snare and you’re a helpless rabbit caught in it. You look down at his thick fingers. You don’t understand. He was always so silent. You were sure he hated you.

He takes you into a diner. You’ve never noticed it before. It’s quiet this early. He brings you to a booth and sits across from you. You fold your hands in your lap as you sit on the bench and wait. You could try then to escape but you wouldn’t want to make a scene.

“Coffee, black,” he orders as the waitress comes by. He looks at you for the first time and as you ask politely for a green tea, he doesn’t look away. His eyes bore into you. The waitress goes to get your drinks.

“Quit.” He says.

You frown, “huh? What am I doing?”

“Your job.”

“My job?” You utter.

“No need for it.” He says.

“Sir, Brock. I... I have to pay my rent.”

“No. You don’t.” He lifts his menu and drops his eyes to the laminated list. “You have to eat.”

You follow his lead, only to have something to do. You take the menu and read it. The waitress returns and puts down your drinks. He gets sausage, bacon, and eggs. You get a waffle. She goes and you’re alone again.

“Good.” He says.

Your confusion tautens in your cheeks. Good what?

“Call your boss.” He says, “then we can enjoy our meal.”

“I really can't afford to quit–”

“I didn't ask. In fact, I didn't ask a single question. I'm telling you.” He sneers.

Your heart flips and you bit your lip.

“I'm more than happy to tell him myself. He pays you shit. I'll take care of you.”

“I don't… what do you want from me?” You croak.

He snickers, the most humour you've seen in him. He reaches for his cup and drink. He grimaces at the taste. “That's dog shit.”

You sigh impatiently. You're getting frustrated by his terse way. Somehow he is straight to the point but you're completely missing it.

“You. Just you. That's what I want.” He sits back and pushes his shoulders wide.

“Me?”

He stares at you and nods.

“Are you asking me out?” You wonder.

“I don't ask,” he jabs his finger into the table with each word.

“I… I don't know you, I–”

“You're too old for roommates. The place is shit anyway. Those old wires will start a fire and the sprinkled are rusted.” He overrides you. Again.

“No.”

“No,” he echoes with a snort. “Again, no question marks here.”

“You can't do this.”

“Can't do what? It's done.”

“No.”

“Give me your phone,” he demands.

“No, you can't–”

“Give me the damn phone. Now. Or I'll burn down that box you call a home myself.” His eyes are black pools that threaten to drown you.

You reach into your purse and take out your phone. He snatches it before you can react. His thumb taps and drags quickly across the screen. He puts it to his esr as the waitress returns with your food.

You thank her quietly as he ignores her.

“Yeah, I'm calling on her behalf. She quits.” He doesn't wait for a response. He hangs up and dials again. “She's tendering notice. Moving out. Fill the lease.”

In a few fell swoops, he's cut every string holding your life up. It all comes crashing as he hands the phone back and turns his attention to his food. You're not very hungry. A glance from him changes that. You lfit your fork to ease the edge in his jaw.

“Good girl,” he says as he cuts into the sausage.

[cupcakewebkinz]

A Mother's Day to remember

♡ Shelly and Vee want to do something special for their moms on Mother's Day, even though they're completely broke, they do their best (with Sam's help lol) ♡

ᰔ Caretaker Shanon au is mine! ᰔ

ʚɞ As always, much love to my bestie @soupiestzilla , keep slaying queen ʚɞ

────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────

To Shanon, it was just another day. She was grateful she had the day off of work, but she had no idea her 'kids' knew anything about Mother's Day, or even would celebrate it. She slammed the snooze button on her alarm clock like she always did, checked for Vee like always, then went and did her morning routine as always. She left her hair down today though, she didn't plan on leaving the house at all, but she did change into her favorite dinosaur themed sweater and favorite pair of jeans in case the two did plan something weird. She never knew with those two, they're always up to something. Shanon yawned as she walked out of her room, hoping they weren't destroying anything- and surprisingly they weren't. The two were politely sitting at the table, holding hands, talking in a different language in hushed tones. Vee beeping every once in a while, for some reason.

"Good morning girls, why is Vee making beeping sounds?" Shanon decided to ask, getting Vee's attention.

"Oh I'm just messing with my settings, it's nothing to worry about mom." The robot casually reassured, then a long beep was heard. Vee turned back to Shelly, whispering something in a different language, who just nodded. Vee's screen then changed to have a white theme- white eyes and mouth, light blue blush and little white star freckles. Shelly studied it, then shook her head. A beep was heard before her face went back to its usual green theme. Shanon giggled, finding it really cute that Vee could do that.

"You guys are so silly, what did you two want for breakfast?" Shanon asked softly, but she didn't get a reply. Shelly instead got up and ran off into the kitchen, Vee now looking excited as her tail wagged. Shanon just stood there, not sure what to expect - and was absolutely not expecting Shelly to bring out a tray full of really good looking breakfast foods, a few cups of coffee and a bag of muffins in her mouth. Shelly just set everything down on the table, then set out the plates of food at everyone's seats, then the coffee, then the bag was opened and everyone got a muffin. Shelly then sighed, sitting back down at her spot beside Vee. Shanon sat at her usual spot, speechless. They had made pancakes, eggs and bacon without her even realizing they were cooking anything, the muffins definitely were Sam's though-

"Thanks, girls, I didn't even realize you two were cooking." She said after she got her thoughts together, getting two sleepy smiles and two wagging tails, Vee soon shoving a pancake into her screen like the weirdo she was.

"Oh it's no problem mom, Sprout helped me learn how to make food so I can cook when you're at work. I hope it's good..." Shelly explained, getting a look from the robot with pancake stuck on her screen.

"GIRL YOUR PANCAKES ARE SO GOOD!! STOP DOUBTING YOURSELF!!" Vee hyperly yelled, getting laughs from the two somewhat sane women sitting near her.

"Okay, okay! They're good-"

"AMAZING." Vee corrected.

"Fiiiiine~ I'm an amazing cook and I'll stop doubting that." Shelly agreed with a sigh, getting a nod of approval from Vee as she stuffed even more pancake into her screen. Shanon just chuckled as she ate, loving her two children's absolute nonsense, finding them to be really adorable. The trio just happily ate breakfast together, Shelly often cleaning up the robot's screen and scolding her for being so messy, Vee just being her little chaos self, it was so cute. Shanon loved every minute of it, though once breakfast was done, Shelly did the dishes while Vee attempted to drag Shanon off to do something.

"Mom come, come with me, lemme do your hair and make you look pretty mom. Please." Vee begged, so Shanon sighed and gave in.

"Fine, but only if you promise me you won't put glitter in it." She said, making Vee pause.

"Do glittery accessories count?"

"No, those are fine."

"Then I'm doing your hair, come." Vee stated, grabbing Shanon's arm and gently leading her to her bedroom, where she got Shanon to sit on the floor beside a chair before she ran off. Vee soon was back with a box tight in her arms, a pink bow tied around an antennae and a look of pure joy and excitement in her eyes and unhinged smile. Shanon just sighed and closed her eyes, knowing Vee knew what she was doing - but now was wondering about the bow. She didn't ask, however, as Vee immediately went to work on her bangs.

"I have ideas mom, I have ideas. You're going to look so cool, like dinosaur cool, I swear." Vee said as she started combing Shanon's bangs and very gently styling them.

"I know I will Vee, I trust you, you did everyone's makeup for your shows after all."

"Yeah Glisten taught me how to do that, he was so cool like that. Sure he was a dumbass, but... He was... So cool." Vee commented quietly, sounding a bit devastated by the topic, but she didn't stop doing her hair anyways. She gently clipped on sparkly hair clips to pin her bangs in place for now, then climbed onto the bed and started brushing her hair out, soon carefully braiding two parts of it.

"He would've had such a great fashion show, ya know? He was super into fashion, and makeup. He'd help me with outfits for my shows, he helped me with my feelings too, because it was really hard for me to understand them. He was always there for me when I'd have bad days on stage, he was just... The coolest gay brother ever. Him and Brightney both helped me so much, they were so cool. Bright was so smart, she'd help me with trivia questions when it wasn't dinosaur related, she'd bring me books when Shelly couldn't get to my room without being noticed by Delilah. I debated joining her book club, but I ended up not doing so- Del would've been so mad if I took time out of my work just to read a stupid book." Vee went on, putting Shanon's hair into a ponytail before making that a really fancy bun, then wrapping the braids around it. She then styled it so the bun looked like a flower, smiling as tears ran down her screen. Shanon was silent, just listening, knowing that's what Vee needed right now. Someone to just listen. Someone who wasn't judging, just existing with her as she talked through her favorite memories. Vee got off the bed gently and started putting bobby pins in her hair to hold the braids in place, then gently put sparkly heart pins and flower shaped ones in for decoration. They were the same colors as her sweater, and it really was coming out better than Vee expected.

"I'm not pulling too much, am I?" Vee asked after a good minute of silence, making Shanon look at her without moving her head.

"No you're fine, just listening to you. Thanks for telling me about that, I'm happy you are so open to telling me about your old friends." Shanon replied, getting a chuckle from the robot as she walked around to the other side, making sure everything was as symmetrical as possible.

"Thanks for letting me ramble about them, I, I'm still not used to that, honestly. I'm so used to Delilah telling me to shut the fuck up by now. Did you want me to do your makeup too, mom?" She asked, getting a shrug from Shanon.

"If you want, I don't mind. Why are you putting so much effort into everything anyways?" Shanon asked, getting shushed by Vee immediately afterwards with a finger to her mouth and everything.

"Surprise, mom. Don't make me spoil it." Vee stated seriously, going right back over to her pink box of mysteries once she was done with her hair and grabbed a sparkly green makeup bag, then went right back over and sat down in front of Shanon.

"Stay still, don't sneeze and don't cringe." Vee demanded, and soon was gently working on Shanon's makeup, the human just silently cooperating with her. Vee soon was softly singing a lullaby in French as she worked, which Shanon nearly fell asleep to several times, but she managed to stay awake. Somehow. Once Vee was done, she patted her shoulder and gave her a mirror, which Shanon immediately looked at herself with. Her makeup was as flawless as she expected, matching her favorite sweater too, her bangs perfectly curled, her hair looking flawless. She was near tears, speechless.

"Thank you Vee, I look amazing, but I wasn't planning on going anywhere today-"

"That's why Sam planned for you to go somewhere today, and we're going as soon as you get ready!" Vee explained, getting right up and brushing herself off, then grabbing her makeup bag.

"Which you are now, so once I get everything put away, I'll meet you in the living room." Vee continued as she picked up her box and swiftly walked off. Shanon blinked a few times, not sure if she should be excited or scared, but soon got up anyways and walked into the living room, finding a very excited looking Shelly in a matching outfit, and soon Vee came back, also in a matching sweater and similar jeans, her pink bow now tied around her neck. They had their pop tab rings on too- even though they never take those off now lmao

"What are you two planning?"

"Nothing mom!" The two replied in unison, both grabbing Shanon's hands and soon were leading her off to the cafe. She just allowed it to happen, since Shelly closed the door behind them and the two were giggling excitedly as they lead her off. Shanon soon found out why, as she noticed Veronica's car in the parking lot. Of course they'd plan something with her... She hoped they didn't try to set them up again, she would crumble and admit to their relationship before they were ready to tell them. The two were oblivious, as Vee soon swung open the door cheerfully.

"MOOOOOOOM!"

"I see you honey, I'm here." Veronica softly spoke, waving from the counter. Shanon blushed a little as she let the two lead her over, soon sitting on the barstool beside the other, looking down at the plate of dinosaur shaped cookies between them. Shelly and Vee went right to their favorite spot, a couch by the window, and Sam just stood behind the counter as usual, cleaning a baking tray silently before they put it back. Veronica just took a cookie and nibbled on it, Shanon soon doing the same. It was oddly quiet, though they didn't have to say anything to know what the other was feeling.

"You two are oddly quiet, feeling okay?" Sam asked, and the two nodded, looking at each other. Cosmo soon came out of the kitchen, looked at the two, then slowly backed back into it. Sam giggled at that.

"Was that Cosmo-?" Veronica immediately asked, getting nods from the two.

"Sprout saved him with the power of gay kisses and lots of cleaning up ichor." Sam stated casually, making the two laugh.

"Sounds like something he'd do alright, good for him." Veronica said, Shanon immediately nodding in agreement.

"Yeah, Sprout would save anyone with lots of love and cleaning up ichor if he could." Shanon stated.

"Oh definitely!" The two immediately agreed, the trio soon laughing yet again at their sweet berry man's shenanigans. Cosmo slowly came back out, getting a gasp from Veronica.

"It was you!! Hi little buddy!!" She immediately happily said, getting a shy smile and wave in reply. He then gave Sam the tray of chocolate chip cookies he had before rushing off yet again, getting a sigh from Sam.

"He's still a little shy, I'm sure he's happy to see you too Veri." Sam gently reassured, then they leaned against the counter, looking at the two secret lesbians as they ate cookies together in peaceful silence.

"Now have the girls told you what evil they've plotted or do I have to tell you?" Sam asked, making Veronica sigh as Shanon looked scared.

"They didn't tell me anything..."

"They set us up on a museum date, be prepared, I'm not holding back on the hugs." Veronica teased, making Shanon gasp dramatically.

"Nooooo not the hugs!! Oh I am so doomed!!" She said dramatically, getting fits of laughter from everyone, even the boys in the kitchen. Shanon soon found herself also laughing, though she sighed after a good laugh and looked back at the plate of cookies, then at Sam. Sam, somehow knowing what she was about to ask, just nodded and started boxing up the cookies. Veronica watched quietly, then looked at the girls, who were silently watching them intently. They wanted them to hug, to kiss, and she knew it. She wasn't going to give them that though, unless Shanon did so.

"So, ready to see your favorite dinosaurs?" Veronica asked when Shanon got the cookies, getting a nod from her. The two then got up, the toons getting up with them, and after they waved Sam off and grabbed their cookies, the four were off to the museum - via Veronica's car. It was a quiet trip, but at the museum, it was not quiet at all. The Dinosaur Nerds struck, and Vee and Veronica soon were being dragged around by their partners, who were yelling about their favorite dinosaurs and showing off their knowledge super excitedly. And the two were loving it, both happily listening to their beloved nerd out, following them like lost puppies with curious eyes. Veronica wasn't lying, she was hugging Shanon at every opportunity and sneaking kisses - Vee doing the exact same thing with Shelly the entire time. They had completely missed lunch, nearly missing dinner, but they didn't care. The four had a great time, and Veronica decided to take them out for a great dinner too, the two humans sitting beside each other and the two toons sitting across from them. All laughing, blushing, holding onto each other.

Loving each other.

It was obvious they were dating now, Shanon having her head on Veronica's shoulder, the two snug beside each other, laughing at a dumb joke Vee had made. They didn't care, it just felt... Right.

"So, moms, when were you gonna tell us?" Shelly asked after eating her share of the pizza they had gotten, sleepily putting her head on Vee's shoulder, who immediately hugged her close and gave her a kiss on the head. Shanon looked at Veronica, who was blushing, hair a mess from being dragged around, messy makeup from laughing so hard she cried a few times, eyes tired but full of love and joy. She just looked back at Shanon, then wrapped an arm around her, grinning like she just won an award.

"Whenever we actually made it official, which is right now." Veronica stated, getting a snort laugh out of Shanon.

"What?! You just claim me?!"

"Mhm, yup, totally." Veronica stated with a nod. Shanon laughed a little more, then sighed and put her head back on her shoulder.

"And what happened to 'I'll think about it, Shanon'?" Shanon teased softly, getting a gentle kiss on the forehead.

"I thought, I accept. Happy mother's day, you yet a girlfriend too!"

"And two happy kids who are glad you finally got together!" Vee exclaimed, getting a look from Veronica.

"Girl-"

"Nuh, Nuh uh, don't "girl" me, I told you that Shanon liked you. You didn't believe me!" Vee retorted, making Shanon and Shelly laugh. Veronica faked being offended, but she soon was laughing right with them, while Vee just yawned and stole the last piece of pizza, using their distraction to her advantage. None of them cared, they just were happy to be together, as one weird gay family.

-

Back at Gardenview however, it wasn't as happy. Gi had came back and had found the original Gigi, and was now sitting beside her, rubbing her back as they ate chocolate together. Gi was at peace, Gigi was at ease, and the two were just enjoying the peace while it lasted.

"I know we never talk, because you can't, but - I hope I make you feel at ease like you do for me. I hope you find peace one day, and I hope I made today a little less painful for you." Gi softly told the twisted, getting a soft hum-like growl in reply. Gi just smiled, leaving a box of chocolates beside the original Gigi. She took it gently, careful not to hurt the clone. Gi then stood up, brushed the dust off her black pants, then gave Gigi a pat on the unbroken capsule part of her head.

"Stay safe for me, okay? You're so loved up there, never forgotten. They tell me so many good stories about you... You're cherished, Gigi. You always will be. Goodnight." Gi reassured, and after waving the twisted off, she left through the fire escape once again and went home. She snuck in through Sam's back door and went to her room, shutting the door behind her and sitting against it. She took a minute to catch her breath before she got up and changed into the clothes she usually wears to bed, then quietly left her room to go greet her new family whenever they came home. A note was left on her bedroom floor.

"Even though I don't have a mom, I love you as one. Stay safe out there, Gigi, much love! ♡ - Gi".

A note that will never be given, yet never be forgotten. Filled with love, yet filled with grief. A bittersweet end for her happy day.

[stars-n-spice]

Bad Batch Food Headcanons:

Was having the meal of champions (soju, galbi, and buldak) and it got me thinking,,

So have this collection of random food headcanons:

Crosshair insists he can handle spicy food but he cannot. He's eating hot cheetos and he's fucking crying

Wrecker had to build up a tolerance for spice - he fucking LOVES spicy food ("It's like an explosion in my mouth!!") but couldn't handle it at first. Now he can handle buldak with half of the spice packet!

Hunter and Tech can handle their spice decently but Echo isn't too fond of spicy foods.

Like Wrecker, Omega built up a tolerance to spice, but also like Crosshair she's sensitive to it and will insist that she can handle her spice

Echo is a picky eater. That's like canon. He doesn't care that he's a grown man, he's ordering mac-n-cheese at the fancy restaurant. Deal with it.

Tech is another picky eater but he thrives off instant stuff like ramen or snacks like chips. Man can plow through a whole Costco-sized bag of tortilla chips in one sitting without realizing it.

Hunter has a stomach of steel, he'll eat anything and everything. It's only a matter of REMEMBERING to fucking eat. He'll stand up, nearly faint, then go, "What the hell?" and it's because he hasn't eaten since fucking yesterday.

No Crosshair, an ice coffee is NOT a suitable breakfast. How many times do we have to tell you? And aren't you fucking lactose intolerant???

Oh they love their dinosaur chicken nuggets though - especially Omega and Wrecker. They'll dunk them in ketchup and create a whole murder crime scene.

Omega LOVES soup. Any and all kinds! I think she'd really enjoy udon or 냉면 the most though. The slurp-ier the better!

I feel like Tech is a curry enjoyer. Indian curry, Thai curry, Japanese curry - he loves it all.

Rip Crosshair you would've loved flavored soju 😔

Rip Wrecker you would've loved Korean BBQ and all you can eat sushi

I don't think Hunter likes cold foods. His teeth are sensitive and they hurt when he eats cold stuff like ice cream (no I'm not projecting)

Crosshair likes mint ice cream. Echo likes rocky road. Wrecker enjoys strawberry or sherbert. Omega likes cookie dough. Tech likes caramel or coffee.

Ice cream is like the only kind of "dessert" that Crosshair likes (despite being lactose intolerant) - he doesn't really have a sweet tooth

WAIT CROSSHAIR WHEN I TELL YOU ABOUT BINGSU!!!

SPAM. SPAM. SPAM. Shut up they WOULD eat spam and idc what people say I fucking LOVE spam. Spam is the love of my life, they could never make me hate spam. I used to write parody love songs about spam as a kid. They would enjoy breakfasts of spam, rice, and eggs.

They'd devour the shit out of Mexican food. Like CMON-

Feel like Omega would like fiedo. And Echo too

Wrecker thinks breakfast burritos are godsend - he absolutely loves papas and chorizo

Y'know what would be funny? Echo being a picky eater yet LOVEING Mole. It's not for everyone (I personally like it) but he thinks it's good

Omega has a boba addiction. She has ro have it every week. Her favorites are Taro, Strawberry Matcha, and Honey Milk Tea

Only Hunter and Wrecker like boba; Echo, Crosshair, and Tech find the texture funny but they enjoy the drinks

I feel like Echo is a big bread eater. My sister reminds me a LOT of Echo and she absolutely ADORES bread (she's also a picky eater) - catch him at 85° or Paris Baguette

Hunter would love Soul Food and he also can work a grill

Rip Echo you would’ve loved soba and you would've loved 맥주

Tech actually secretly (not so secretly) has a sweet tooth - he really likes muffins and pies specifically

Omega and Wrecker record "Food Review" videos together

I have,, so many more ideas and whatnot but I'm leaving it here-

Ugh I just,,, I have so many foods I'd love to introduce them too-

[redrose10]

Here is something small I’ve been thinking about the last couple of days and since tomorrow is Halloween I thought I’d write and post it. Hope everyone likes it and Happy Halloween!

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Yoongi x Female Reader

Warnings: Lots of angst, cemeteries, death, hints of smut if you really really look

Word Count: 2,014

Normally if someone was knocking on your door at 12:30 in the morning you would be a little scared if not absolutely furious. But today was different. Today was October 31st, it was Halloween, and that meant you knew exactly who was on the other side of your front door. You rushed to answer it.

Yoongi, your former fiancé and still best friend, greeted you after you swung open the door. “Hi Yoongles!”, you excitedly exclaimed before jumping into his arms. He grunted at the impact but still tightly wrapped his arms around you, “Hey Y/N. I missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too. I’ve got so much planned for today. First I thought we could bake some pumpkin muffins. Then we can watch a movie, maybe Nightmare on Elm Street or Paranormal Activity, it doesn’t matter. I just want to be scared. Then we can go to that pumpkin patch over on Main St. I heard they have great apple cider. We could grab lunch at that restaurant you love. I also picked out some costumes for us. I thought maybe we could get dressed up and then hand out candy. And then we could…”

“Y/N, Y/N…breathe.”, Yoongi chuckled, “We have all day and we’re going try to get as much done as we can. I promise. But how about we just go lay down for a few hours. I think some cuddling in bed sounds great right now.”

You shyly nodded, “Sorry I just love Halloween. Cuddling sounds nice too. Let’s go.”

It was true. Halloween was your favorite holiday for many reasons and you waited for it all year long. There was so much you wanted to get done and you already felt like there weren’t enough hours in the day but you were content taking Yoongi’s hand and leading him to your bedroom where you snuggled up to each other underneath the covers. The familiar sensation of his bare skin on yours after so long sending goosebumps trickling through your body.

A few hours later you woke up to the smell of bacon filling your apartment. Freshly showered after the night with Yoongi you found him in the kitchen whistling along to a song on the radio as he scrambled some eggs.

“Morning Y/N!”, he smiled when he noticed you. He handed you a cup of coffee but you set it down on the counter choosing to wrap your arms around him instead. You stood there and held onto him until he was done cooking the food and you two moved to the table.

“So what’s first on your list today?”, he asked.

“Well I think we should bake some muffins or even cookies if you would prefer and then watch a movie. We can decided what to do after that.” He nodded in agreement before shoveling a spoonful of eggs into your mouth so that you would actually eat something.

So that is what you did. You had a fresh batch of pumpkin muffins on the coffee table in front of you while a horror movie played on the tv screen. You were cuddled into Yoongi’s side with a blanket draped over your laps.

After the movie you both decided to check out a local fall festival. You split a caramel apple and drank a bunch of cider. It was nice walking around hand in hand with each other as you watched the kids run around in their costumes. The sky was bright blue without a cloud in sight and the air was a little cooler making it the perfect weather.

You and Yoongi decided to stop at a cafe for lunch. “How have you been Y/N?”, he asked as you both waited for your food.

“Good, I got that promotion at work I was telling you about last time.”

He smiled, “Awesome! I knew you would.”

“Oh hi Y/N!,” someone said from behind you. When you turned around you saw your coworker Namjoon. You smiled and waved. He was very sweet and nice and you loved spending time with him. He had asked you to hang out today but you had to turn him down because of your plans with Yoongi. It hurt you how it wasn’t an easy decision like you thought it should be.

“Hi Namjoon!”, you replied feeling a little guilty for how excited you got because you saw him. You didn’t want Yoongi to know. Namjoon knew about your relationship with Yoongi and he was very understanding and accepting which made you like him even more.

You introduced the two of them and shared some more pleasantries before he began to excuse himself. “Hey my invitation to Jimins party is still there if you change your mind. You’re both welcome but if not I understand.”, he smiled before giving a wave and walking out of the cafe.

“You should go to the party.”, Yoongi said before taking a bite of his sandwich. You shook your head feeling tears begin to form. You wanted to go with Namjoon. It sounded fun but you didn’t get to see Yoongi that often and you didn’t want to miss this chance.

“Y/N, you can’t stay hung up on me forever. You need to meet someone new. He seemed nice and I think he likes you.”

You shook your head again, ��What should we do next? Go home and try on the costumes?”, you said trying to change the subject. You knew he was right. You shouldn’t spend your life trying to get back with Yoongi when you knew that wouldn’t happen. You just weren’t ready to move on just yet.

“I am not wearing this.”, Yoongi grumbled walking into the living room. You couldn’t contain your laughter at the sight of him in the too big for his feet shoes with his tail dragging behind him and comically large mouse ears sliding off his head. “Oh come on…we’re Mickey and Minnie Mouse. We look so cute!”, you threw in an extra deep pout which you always knew would get him. Of course it did and he even agreed to let you draw on some whiskers after that too. You guys handed out candy to all the kids that came to your door until there was nothing left.

After you both changed back into your comfy clothes and cleaned up you ordered food and put on a movie. This time you searched for something a little more light and funny. You ate and talked and just enjoyed being in each others presence.

Your phone went off a few times with some texts from Namjoon. You smiled at the photo of him dressed up at a big koala bear. You sent off a quick text so he would know you weren’t ignoring him before you turned off your phone and hid it away not noticing the look of sadness on Yoongi’s face as he watched you.

When the movie was over you just sat there in silence clinging onto him not wanting the day to end. He rubbed soothing circles on your back as he studied your face wanting to remember each and every detail down to the last freckle, almost like he knew it would be the last time he ever saw it.

“Hey uh I’ve got to get going.”, he said after a while tapping your shoulder. You checked the time and sighed because you knew he was right.

“I’ll walk you.”, you said. He tried to protest but you were already putting on your shoes and jacket so he knew it was useless.

The temperature had dropped significantly which made you try to burrow into his side even closer as you walked down the street. “I had a really nice time today. I can’t wait until we can do it again.”, you smiled.

“Yeah it was nice. Those muffins were amazing. I think I ate like seven of them.”, he chuckled.

As you got to your destination you could definitely feel the tension in the air. Yoongi stopped walking in front of the entrance and so did you. You leaned in resting your forehead on his chest.

“I don’t want you to go. I’m gonna miss you too much.”, you whispered trying your best not to cry.

“I’ll miss you too.”, he said running his fingers through your hair.

“I’ll try to come visit as much as I can and I’m already coming up with ideas for us to do next year.”, you chuckled but Yoongi didn’t seem as optimistic.

“Y/N…maybe…maybe we should take a break. You could hang out with Namjoon next Hallloween. Maybe I’ll hang out with someone else or something. Maybe meet new people.”, he said trying to avoid looking at you knowing he’d cry if he saw you cry.

“What? Why?”, you gasped, “Did I do something?”

He shook his head frantically, “No no no. I just think that maybe we should do other things. You can’t keep letting me hold you back Y/N. You and I are never going to be a thing and Namjoon seems like a really good guy so you should give him a chance. I just…I don’t want to be the reason that you’re stuck here and why you won’t move on. I want you to find new love, get married, have a family if you want, go on vacations and travel the world, and grow to be a little old lady with the love of her life. I can’t give you all that Y/N, I was going to but not any more.”

You knew time was running out which only made you feel more anxious and desperate, “But I don’t want anyone else. I want you Yoongi. I love you.”, you said the best you could through sobs.

“I know. I love you to Y/N but we can’t keep this going.”, he whispered afraid his voice would crack. He pulled you into a tight hug squeezing you like he was afraid to let go, “I have to go now. I love you Y/N. I always have and I always will and I’ll always be there watching over you. Even if you can’t see me or feel me or hear me…I’m there. Just know that. Please take care of yourself and stop worrying about me. As long as you’re okay then I’m okay.”

You nodded because you knew time was up and there was no point in arguing anyways. Yoongi leaned in and gave you a kiss.

You did everything you possibly could to memorize how he felt, how he smelled, how he tasted. You weren’t sure when or if you would ever get another chance.

Yoongi released his hold on you after giving your hands another squeeze. You couldn’t bare to watch him walk away again so you stood there with your eyes squeezed shut until you could no longer hear the crunch of the leaves beneath his shoes.

That’s when you finally opened your eyes secretly hoping to still see him but he was gone and you were met with nothing but darkness.

You let out a long sigh as you turned and walked through the gate letting it slam behind you. You softly smiled at a few other people that seemed to be having just as hard of a time as you were. You were happy to not be alone though.

The cemetery was always crowded at this time on Halloween, the only day of the year the dead could freely walk amongst the living. People were saying goodbye to their loved ones after having spent the last twenty-four hours together just like you and Yoongi had done.

You began the lonely walk back to your apartment unsure of what the next year would hold but you believed Yoongi’s words and you knew that he would always be watching over you no matter what.

[babybatss-blog]

YOU CHICKEN?

Sam (stardew valley) x reader, 980 words

Summary: you asked Sam to help you with your chickens, and it sort of backfires on him...

Cw: Sam has a crush on the reader. Reader is in the classic y/n messy bun ya know how it is. Perspective shift mid story.

Sam really likes you. Like really. He hates to admit it, but he’s never felt this way about someone before you. Your smile, your laugh and overall demeanour drives him mad, his mind wandering to you at every point of the day and distracting him from whatever he’s meant to be doing. So, he’s started making small changes in his life to accommodate for you, things he wouldn’t ordinarily do but knows you would appreciate. Like today, he’s left his room first thing in the morning and is trudging over to your farm, because he idiotically agreed to help you out with the chickens today.

When he arrives you’re sitting on your porch, a coffee in your hands and your hair in a messy bun. Simple, but still cute. “Hey Sam!” You jump up at the sight at him, your eyes twinkling in a way that already has a blush creeping onto his face. Without a moment to spare you place the coffee down and stride towards the coop, causing an awkward fast walk from Sam to catch up. “Thank you so much for the help today. I think Missy’s got something wrong with her foot, she’s been limping all week. I just need you to hold her up while I check it out.”

Realising what you said, Sam’s blue eyes grow wide and worried. Holding a chicken? He’s never held a chicken before. What if it pecks him in his eye and then it falls out and he goes blind and-

The two of you stop in front of the coop. It’s light blue and small. You turn to Sam and his face quickly conceals any doubt, attempting to act brave. “Ready?” You ask. He affirms by repeating your statement. Walking in he scans the place, seeing the four fluffy hens wandering around. “Hey girls! Muffin, that’s such a big egg you’ve laid!” You babble to the chickens. Sam finds it truly endearing you talk to them like their humans, and they almost seem like they are in the way they cluck back in appreciation. In the corner is a little black hen, curled up and nervous unlike the rest. It’s clear this is the Missy you mentioned earlier.

“She’s a bit skittish at the moment, but if you feed her some of this, she might warm up to you a bit faster.” Grabbing his hand you place the tiny pellets inside, the contact sending a shiver down his spine. He takes one deep breath and steps forward towards the chicken, bending down to its level to appear less intimidating.

Something about this feels strange. Yes you invited Sam over to help, and yes he’s been here quite a few times before, but seeing him in such an uncharacteristic environment has really thrown you for a loop. You knew it would be weird to invite him to help with the chickens, but Marnie wasn’t free and truthfully it was a good excuse to spend some time together. And here he is, crouched in your dirty chicken coop attempting to befriend one of your chickens. It’s truly endearing to see him so quiet and timid, as it’s extremely clear of his nerves. But when little Missy starts to hobble towards him with her pearly white eyes, you know that you made the right choice.

A surprised smile creeps onto his face, trying to contain his excitement. “Look, I’ve done it!” He says quietly, causing a chuckle from you. “I knew it would be fine Sam!” Missy starts to peck his hand, and shocked by the sensation he drops the pellets and falls back.

Missy squawks back, running to her corner in fear. Embarrassed by his overreaction he slowly turns his head to you, and in his dismay, he sees you laughing your head off at the whole interaction. “Oh, I should of warned you it hurt a little!” You manage between cackles of laughter, the humiliated boy now standing up and dusting himself off. Once you calm down a little, you place a hand on his shoulder casually. “It’s alright, it happens to the best of us. Now, we don’t have all day so I need you to pick her up.”

As much as you like Sam, you do also find some weird delight in his nerves, as a boy who takes a strange pride in not being nervous and tries to upkeep that one resemblance of macho he inherited from his father. So although you could take all day you wanted to relish in his fear about a harmless chicken, and you instead conceal the laughter bubbling back up when you see his expression. Terrified is one way to explain it. “Y-yeah, we should probably do that…” He mumbles, shifting uncomfortably on his feet. He takes a few brave steps forward and grabs the shivering chicken, admittedly feeling bad for the poor thing. You expertly duck underneath and grab the injured leg, inspecting it with practiced ease. As you do, you mutter words of encouragement to the chicken, and to Sam.

“Doin good.”

“Almost done.”

“Perfect.”

Soon you step back, giving a nod to Sam who eagerly places the chicken back down. “It isn’t broken or anything. She just needs to rest it for a bit.” “So all good?” He asks, heart in his throat still. “All good.” You repeat, a soft smile on your face. You know how nerve wracking this was for him, and undoubtedly feel grateful for his help. The rest of the day is spent playing video games together in your house, as you think of some new excuse to bring him around tomorrow.

He’s going to agree when you ask him, no matter what it is.

[rat-rosemary]

Oh we're brainrotting drunz wedding over here? And no one thought to invite me? I see how it is

Dream would say its a waste of resources to get a cake even though he does secretly want one, he just genuinely would think its a waste. Punz would infact blackmail bad with embarassing secrets from Eggpire sleepovers to make him make muffins at the very least. Even if its the same recipe no one makes muffins like bad.

Syndicate find out because Dream thinks its Not That Big Of A Deal, Really and mentions it in passing to techno. Techno keeps crying in the middle of his speech. Punz has his communicator open under the table googling who "Branchus" is and why techno keeps calling him that, hes not part of the syndicate???????

The wedding itself is less of a traditional wedding and more of a blood-bond ritual. They still get rings Duh Punz It's Part Of The Dramatics but the actual ceremonial part is a simple cut on the palm for each of them and then pressing the cuts together so their blood mixes and that's bonding them by blood forever (and ever and ever and ever because Dream is Punz's god and he will kneel at his feet until even time no longer exists) and drunz are wearing pretty green and black silks they stole borrowed from Church Prime (its not stealing if you are the god the church is dedicated to, punz)

Dream ties some of his feathers into Punz's hair btw of course in the strands right behind his ear so it kinda looks like the rito feather headdress in breath of the wild

Aughhhh Aughhhhhhh!!!

Okay to be fair to me I was a little emotionally distraught by the very long anon I got, I wasn't thinking straight

The whole syndicate standing behind Bad while he bakes so he doesn't put anything in them...

Bad; "The egg will find a way, it doesn't matter if you stop me today."

Punz; "I'll show you Skeppy that video"

Bad; "NO NO NO NO IM DOING IT IM DOING IT I'LL MAKE THE MUFFINS WITHOUT MUCUS DONT-"

Punz all pretty and claimed by his God :[ and it's all perfect and Dream looks beautiful and untouchable like this and Punz could drown in this man and them he turns and sees the muffins that they clumsily decorated for the wedding and Dream perks up and his eyes go wide and shiny and oh that's Punz husband, that's the little glowing spark inside the wildfire of holiness that Punz loves the most. That's his husband who is unstoppable, thats his husband who is soft and love stuck. His his his his his

Also, Punz getting distracted by the donation box for Wikipedia and never leaning who Branchus is because that's exactly what I just did

[miowritings]

hi hi there!!!

Maybe a fic of the reader baking together with Tsukasa? I feel like lots of cute things could happen in it ><

have a Nice day!

Muffins or cupcakes?

Tsukasa Tenma x GN! Reader

✮A/N: HIHI!!! SO SORRY FOR BEING OFFLINE phone was too broken to use so💔 i havent been able to play pjsk that much so idk if tsukasa can or cannot cook/bake?? SO SORRY IF THIS MISCHARACTERIZE HIM💔

✮synopsis: after his performance went well, what's a better way than to bake for him? In fact, bake for the whole family!

Your boyfriends theater group was a success! You were proud of the accomplishments he received, and what's a better way to congratulate him by making homemade cake?

This was a mistake, you thought, not only did you burn the cake, but flour, batter, eggs were everywhere... Messy wasn't the right word.. disaster and catastrophe was, you quickly tried to clean everything before he arrived, but it was too late.. you hear the sound of the door clicking open, he's home yet the place was a mess!

"Y/N..?" He mumbled, looking around the place.

"W-what are you doing here so early?! Arent you going to celabrate with your family? And... I told you to come at 8.. its still 6" you utter, trying to clean the place

"Hey! I didnt wanna be late like last time.. plus im planning to celebrate with my family on dinner.." he answered, tilting his head, he pulls out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to you. "How did flour get into your hair?" He asks, you ignored his question, wiping yourself with the handkerchief, Tsukasa stays silent for a bit, wondering what to do next, suddenly, he grabs your shoulders, looking at you with big eyes. "Aha! I know! Let's try baking together! Its been so long since i last baked yknow? Cmon it'd be fun! You could even come over and present the food we baked!!" He exclaimed, looking happy with his suggestion, a sigh came out of your lips and you nodded in agreement. Sigh "okay then, lets do it.! Right after i clean this place up.."

Once finished with cleaning, Tsukasa went ahead and prepared the remaining ingredients, he first arranged the ingredients and measured them already. "First things first! We measure the ingredients! Small or big so that we dont get lost! Here, try putting the flour into a mixing bowl! Now add the rest of the dry ingredients!" He instructed while grabbing some whisks and a baking trey, doing as he tild, you carefully put the dry ingredients together.

"Done! The wet's next right?" You asked, already holding the water in hand, Tsukasa nodded walking over to you. "WAIT-!!" he yelled, stopping you right in time, he puts his things aside, going behing you, he carefully guided your hand. "You can do it like that but... It the results would give the batter plrnty of air bubbles.. we should.. there! Fold! Then you want to scrape the sides so it wont go to waste!" He added, looking confused, you step away for a moment. "Ehhh? Oh! You do it! Maybe i can learn a thing or two!" You exclaimed, he smiles at the idea and did as told.

After the mixing step, he grabs a couple of cupcake trays and placed them onto the baking sheet "WAIT--!" he yells, stopping you yet again. "Y/n! Its better to scoop it out, that way, theyre all even! Ahahaha! You really cant do anything without me!" He teases, ruffling your hair, you smile at his joke, picking up the tray and placing it in the oven.

"Youre glazing yourself too much.. but yeah, I guess half of it its true.." you added, adding more to his joke. Time passes by and ping! The cupcakes were done baking. Putting on the mittens before you, you hurridly open the oven door to take out the baking trey, the smell of freshly baked cupcaked hitting your nose. Tsukasa runs over and looked at the cupcakes in hand, you set them onto the table, patiently waiting for it to cool down, Tsukasa smiles

"Hehe, we make a good team dont we?" He asks, you playfully roll your eyes at him and sigh "cant say i dont agree!" You replied, looking at the cupcakes. "...The icing.?!" You exclaimed, Tsukasa, looks around, now looking as surprised as you, he fixes his shirt and clears his throat. "Or we could just say they were muffins.. no one has to know!" He exclaimed, thinking about it... Cupcakes and muffins are alike, you nodded "good save! I'll put these on a container... Lets go.! We should be quick! Wouldnt wanna let the flies eat first!" You cheered, tsukasa smiles. "You got that!"

[snoopledrooplecheesedoodle]

HI! Sorry, first time doing something like this, I just really liked your fic of the yandere neko cafe!

I was wondering if you could do this request, just if you feeling like it, of course, is just how some of your ocs (anybody really, I like them all, lol) would react to Reader getting gifted some cat ears and actually putting them on?

tysm, keep up the work, u're doing amazing!

Damn even Donut (jk I love him too)? It melts my heart that you like my characters and I think this would be cute. Thank you for requesting from me, I find it very sweet.

Yandere Cat Cafe's Reactions to you wearing cat Ears

Totally ecstatic:

Macchi:

Macchi loves cats and you, combining them makes you all the more irresistible. She doesn't care how you get them because this girl is buying you more. Ooh maybe she'll buy calico ears so you're matching! Maybe even matching outfits too! Wait where are you going, she's just getting started!

Cocoa:

OMG! You look totally fabulous! She has to take some pictures of you and two and post them! Just two cute besties, #purrfectpair! You will be sore from smiling as Cocoa gets different photos from different angles. How can she not when you both look so cute! Wait you know she saw a few items in the mall that would look fab with your ears. She's got coupons! You end up being dragged away on a shopping spree with a very happy Burmese.

Cookie and Muffin:

The twin terrors and fooling around behind the counter (under Shopkeeper's watchful eye) trying to make sweetest drink possible. When it's to their satisfaction they run to get you to try it. Baba look what they ma-Oh my gosh you're just like them! They knew you were perfect for their little family! They drop the drink forgetting all about it, instead asking why you were hiding your ears from them before. You try to explain that they are fake, but the twins are so happy you fake some story about not feeling confident with them out. Good luck getting out of this one because now you'll be wearing cat ears 24/7 to keep up the lie.

Matcha:

Bro's your biggest supporter (bro but gender neutral), you could walk in wearing a trash bag and Matcha would think you were the most ethereal being to walk the planet Earth. You walking in with cat ears makes them want to cry, you look so heavenly. You panic a little bit as they grab onto your ankle and weep while singing your praises. They just want to worship you as you deserve. Definitely wants you to buy a cat collar, not for yourself but for them. They just want to be yours and seeing you looking so cute eggs them on.

Meh:

Shopkeeper:

Shopkeeper finds it amusing that you prance into their cafe wearing cat ears. Do you want them to serve your coffee in a saucer for you to lap at? Don't look so frustrated it will only egg them on further. Besides that, Shopkeeper is neither ecstatic nor completely hating the idea. They love you for you and cat ears will make no difference.

Espresso:

Espresso is pretty nonchalant about the cat ears, if it makes you happy and doesn't harm anyone go for it. If anyone talks bad in public about you wearing them, you get scary cat privileges as Espresso looks more like a panther behind you. Glaring as he shields you from the offending party. He will probably be more into them when he starts drawing pictures of you with cat ears. Besides that, no big reaction.

Cappuccino:

So, you still going to cuddle them? Okay then they don't care. Cap don't give a single fuck, definition of apathy. Only reason they are slightly interested is because they are on you. If you were to do things that cats do to show affection like bring Cap gifts or nuzzle them. You won't be leaving the cafe without being dragged off to a secluded area and being thoroughly marked. Sides that lazy kitty don't care.

Croissant:

Confused Croissant activated. Are you trying to court him? He's flattered immensely but don't you think this method is a little unorthodox? Croissant flushing like you kissed him in public. He isn't used to people going out of their way for his affections, so give him some space. He will accept your silent confession just try not to do something like this in public again please.

Hates it:

Sugar:

Don't get her wrong, she thinks you're cute, but she can't help but find the display childish. She wants you to be happy but at the same time she wants to have sway over how you look. If you wanted accessories, you should ask her. Sugar is a well-known rising actress because of her hardworking attitude and alluring figure. She's got money to spoil you with any accessory you want, as long as she approves. Preferably a nice little pure silver chain she can hold onto.

Butch:

Cats. It's always those fuckers. He works at a cat cafe and such but that doesn't mean he's a cat lover (bro you literally like Shopkeeper stfu). Bares his teeth at this display, you really love riling him up and pretending that you did nothing wrong. He'll rip those disgusting things off your head and get you a proper pair of dog ears. Wait what why is he saying this, he doesn't like you like that?!

Donut:

Darling why did you accept some scoundrel's gift so easily. He'd adore them he bought them but some mangy person, that's too far! He's a model and Shopkeeper pays extremely well he can buy you anything you want. Pouts and complains about the ears getting in the way of snuggle time. Gets more jealous if you refuse to let him replace them. If you insist on cheating on him so openly there will be consequences.

[thealternateuniverse]

The Arrangement Part III

You woke up with a pounding headache, the dull throb behind your eyes pulsing in rhythm with your regret.

"Stupid," you muttered, dragging a hand down your face as flashes of last night came rushing back—wine, sand, rambling to Catherine, him finding you.

You groaned as you sat up. Your dress had been changed, and you were tucked neatly into bed. Your stomach growled aggressively, snapping you out of the spiral.

Right. Food.

You padded downstairs, expecting silence, maybe the distant hum of the staff cleaning. But instead, you were hit with the smell of pancakes and bacon—warm, nostalgic, and so unfamiliar it made you pause.

You froze at the foot of the stairs.

Yugyeom was in the kitchen.

Cooking.

In sweats and a white t-shirt, flipping pancakes like it was the most normal thing in the world. You rubbed your eyes. Maybe you were still dreaming. Maybe the hangover was hitting harder than you thought.

"Good morning," he said, without looking at you. "Breakfast is ready. Let’s eat."

You opened your mouth. Closed it. Then sat down slowly at the counter, your brain short-circuiting.

“U-uhm... you don’t have work today?” you asked carefully, trying to sound casual.

“I took the day off,” he replied, placing a plate in front of you—pancakes, crispy bacon, scrambled eggs, and even muffins. The utensils were already neatly laid out.

You stared at the plate like it might bite you.

He sat across from you, filled his own plate, and began eating without ceremony.

The smell was amazing. Your stomach was practically begging, but your brain was still catching up.

“…What is going on?” you finally blurted, voice still raspy from sleep.

Yugyeom took a sip of orange juice before answering. “Change of plans.”

You blinked. “…Okay?”

“My parents booked us a trip. To Bali. As an anniversary gift.”

You blinked again, slower this time.

Right. The anniversary.

You had almost forgotten it was today—your third, technically. The first was polite, distant. The second, an awkward family fishing trip. But this… this felt like something else entirely.

You opened your mouth to protest, but he beat you to it.

“I mean, we can cancel if you don’t—”

“No.” The word surprised both of you. You cleared your throat. “When are we leaving? And how long?”

Yugyeom blinked at your sudden engagement.

“Tomorrow . A week.”

You nodded, picking up your fork. “Alright. We’ll pack, then.”

He paused mid-chew, eyes flicking to you. We’ll. That was new.

And your tone—it wasn’t cold. It wasn’t defeated. There was a flicker of something he hadn’t seen in a long time.

Life.

He didn’t say anything. Just nodded slowly, allowing the quiet between you to settle into something surprisingly… not uncomfortable.

Maybe, just maybe, the trip wouldn’t be a disaster.

Maybe, for once, it could be more than just penance.

-------------------------------

"I'm impressed. Not drowning yourself in work today, huh?" Jaebeom quipped as he took a sip of his drink.

“Sucks seeing you in the office looking like a divorced man every damn day,” Jackson added, making the rest of them burst into laughter.

Yugyeom rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at his lips.

“How are things with Y/N these days?” Bambam asked, a little more seriously.

Yugyeom rarely talked about his marriage. But his friends knew the basics. Knew how messy it started. Knew how improbable it all was. And even without much detail, they could read him well enough to know it hadn’t been smooth sailing.

“You seem... different,” Mark pointed out. “You even asked for a week off. That’s a first.”

Yugyeom pressed his lips together, trying to hide the grin forming—but his eyes betrayed him.

Bambam leaned forward. “Oh shit. I know that look. Are you two finally in your honeymoon phase?”

“Fucker,” Yugyeom muttered, shaking his head as the teasing erupted again. “No. We’re going to Bali. For our third anniversary.”

“Third?” Jinyoung raised a brow. “Still crazy to me that you two lasted this long without something crazy going on—or signing those papers.”

The guys nodded in agreement. They had once joked about placing bets on how long the marriage would last. It was a crazy arrangement to begin with—marrying your dead fiancée’s sister—but none of them expected it to stretch into three years.

Yugyeom exhaled, letting his walls down a little. “I don’t know why we haven’t ended it. Maybe we’re still crazy. But I’m glad we started talking now. Like, actually talking. I made her breakfast this morning.”

That admission drew mock gasps and whistles from the group.

Mark clutched his chest. “Yugyeom in domestic mode? Hell is officially freezing over.”

“But seriously,” Jackson cut in, more sincere now, “maybe it’s time to either really try… or let go. For both your sakes. You two love misery too much. You could’ve spared each other a long time ago, but you didn’t. So why not at least give it a real shot now?”

Yugyeom leaned back in his seat, absorbing that.

Jackson had a point.

They thought they’d tried—but it was half-hearted. He hadn’t been a partner, not even a friend. Y/N had been grieving, crushed by guilt, and he’d only made it worse by keeping his distance. He hadn’t just failed as a husband—he had failed her as a fellow human being carrying the same grief.

“Baby steps,” he murmured.

The others quieted, watching him.

“I’ll try. For real this time,” Yugyeom said. “I’ll let her in. Maybe we can be friends. Last night was the first time she let me see something real. No pretending. Just her.”

He paused.

“I’ll give her all the time she needs. I waited almost three years.”

The guys exchanged quiet, knowing looks.

“Well,” Jaebeom said, raising his glass, “they say Bali is protected by gods and spirits. Maybe you’ll find more than sun and surf out there.”

Yugyeom lifted his own glass. “Maybe we both will.”

[magicalmanhattanproject]

okay so like the really fascinating thing about qbbh, and i know this is gonna be surprising to people who are just getting introduced to him by the qsmp, is this is possibly the least skeppy obsessed iteration of bad we've ever seen.

i saw a post a while ago that pointed out that he was perfectly happy to be a murder muffin and then he adopted dapper and got a moral compass and like that hasn't really left my brain because that's kinda how bad works, right? combine that with bad choosing Blood for his ordem room and like. like.

so bad is immortal, right? he's 11,000 years old, right? everyone he's ever loved has died, and a lot of them by his own hand, right? bad has two categories for people: people who will die and skeppy. bad gets attached to people. bad doesn't like losing people. so bad does what he has to do to keep the one person he actually can keep, even if it means destroying an entire world to do it

bad has always had a moral compass and it has always pointed directly at skeppy

and skeppy isn't here.

which like, that's not the end of the world at first. they're not attached at the hip. skeppy is a sleepy lil muffinhead. they can go for a while without seeing each other. sure, he missed the train, and the boat, and the plane, but he'll be here soon!

no the thing that makes things really interesting is dapper. because bad really likes dapper. bad, in fact, loves dapper. and dapper is a dragon egg and dragon eggs can live a long time.

which means that in the absence of a skeppy, bad does what bad does best: he points his moral compass straight at dapper and everything else proceeds from there.

bad demonstrated during the election arc that he was willing to give up on bringing skeppy to the island to win the presidency and the means to keep dapper safe. but that doesn't mean that bad is obsessed with dapper instead of skeppy. bad is never going to not be obsessed with skeppy.

but now he's got two options. he's being drawn in two directions. those directions could even contradict. and that's gonna make things very very complicated for a muffinhead who likes to makes things very very simple.

[issialou]

I would talks a little bit more about the Federation's trailer and much more particularly about this moment and how it could be links at some cubitos' lore.

Disclaimer : This is just some theories. Of course, don't like anything of official or like the absolute truth.

In fact it have some history between the nuclears and QSMP. The most well know and obvious would be q!Maximus and his building of a nuclear bomb during the summer 2023 and with q!Aypierre have help greatly by give him creatives motors without this one knows it. It have build this bomb like a way have pressure means against the Federation to leave him and the insulander quit this Island. And in the worst case launch it. When the islanders have be send at Egg Island aka the Purgatory, q!Maximus have decided finish it and at the last day, he has make exploded his atomic bomb. Few of the islanders have make it arrived on the boat (the ones we see on the boat are q!Fit, q!Philza, q!Tubbo, q!Slime, q!IronMouse, q!Bagi, q!Roier, q!Aypierre & q!Tubbo). And we have others like q!Antoine, q!Tina and q!Tina have quit the island by their own way. But the only ones have seems be the most touched by the explotion of the bomb was q!BadBoy have see his healt decline and have leads few months after the events at his temporaly death and we have also q!Jaiden and q!Maxo have died on Egg Island (but for the last one it have a little twist).

At the Purgatory 2 (where q!Bagi, q!BadBoyHalo (it was a different version of q!Bad, q!Tubbo and q!Pac have participed), where can the damages that the atomics bombs have make on Egg Island with for exemple the differents green and radioactive liquids flows in differents places.

At the Bunnies era's the subject of the atomics would return and rather with three people in particular (q!Aypierre, q!BadBoyHalo and Richarlyson).

The first one would use them would be q!Pierre. He would make explosed two of them at just one day of interval. Both was just by goal of demonstration and for pay tribute at ex boyfriend. q!BadBoyHalo would be really interested and excite and after the first test, he would talk with q!Aypierre use the atomic bombs for their enterprise, "Stonks and Muffins". After Sunny have be hurts during the second test, he would stop use them.

Perhaps with what q!Aypierre have done, the Federation would make in sure not one else among the islanders could craft this atomics bombs. But q!BadBoyHalo would make it explode a nuclear furnace.

After, it would be Richarlyson make it found many atomic bombs after his wake up and would use them (even if the first time it was q!Mike have push on the bomb after this one have ask at Richarlyson put on the ground. The other times he would make them explosed at the Spawn (with the help of q!BadBoyHalo and Pepito). Before Richars quit he would give his nukes remaining at Q!BadBoyHalo.

Q!BadBoyHalo would use them on the Ancient Spawn (for destroy thing he doesn't want leave behind like his ancient base or Elsa's castle) or in the New Spawn and we when Aypierre would ask why he destroy the New Spawn, q!BBH would tell him it was for punished Cucurucho cause the bear ignored now.

The last mentions about the atomic bombs would at last QSMP's event aka the Horror Expedition where q!Aypierre would ask q!BadBoy if he can give him a nuke cause he wants make exploted his castle. Q!BadBoyHalo would give at q!Pierre one but the french couldn't do what he have planned cause they should take the plane. He still have the nake when he was in the plane when it have crashed the bomb and all his items and the ones of the others islanders have dispearred. When q!Maximus would return from the dead and would ask at q!Aypierre forgive for had break and the french would answer it wasn't a problem anymore cause why he have do that cause he knows the feeling of the atoms.

And with that we finish this little historic of the atomic bombs and QSMP. One last thing, never in the season 1 the Federation I've be see use a nuke and I doesn't have any memories of the Federation make mention about how they some bombs and they could use them. The utilisation of the atomic bombs would came from 3 islanders a egg and this 3 islanders was know anti Federation (rather q!Maximus and q!Aypierre) and haven't any problems use them.

[flintandpyrite]

I am collecting uses for egg whites since it physically pains me to throw them out, and I don’t have a tube pan (so I can’t make angel food cake) and I don’t really like meringues. I always freeze my egg whites in ice cube trays, which gives me about two ice cubes per egg white, so I can roughly guess how much to use later. To thaw them, place the egg white cubes in a ramekin and set that in a shallow bowl, which you should half-fill with boiling water. The egg whites melt fast that way without cooking.

So far:

Granola— this is a good simple granola recipe, fast and without too many specialized ingredients (though I think European cooks may struggle to find wheat germ—you can definitely leave it out if you can’t get it.) The egg whites help the granola to stick into dense clusters and tbh you can definitely double the egg white for bonus clusters without affecting the taste.

Chocolate financiers— this is a surprisingly good chocolate cookie for how light it is. Very unexpected and simple, but you do need a mini muffin pan or similar to make it. Bonus: naturally gluten free!

Pignoli: yes ok pine nuts cost the earth. But frozen egg whites basically keep forever so you can save this one for the holidays, whenever that is for you. Also naturally gluten free, this would be great for Passover.

Marshmallows: ok this is getting into project territory but it’s not as hard as it sounds, provided you have an instant-read thermometer. Serve them with homemade chocolate ganache and graham crackers for a hilariously upscale version of s’mores.

Egg wash on bread: this is controversial and I wouldn’t do it on brioche but for pies or rolls you can whisk egg white with a little water and use it as an egg wash. Better than wasting a precious yolk.

[lionlena]

Headcanon: How do they cook for you? (Pedro Pascal characters) 🥕🧑‍🍳🍓

🍳 Joel Miller

Joel is not the best cook. Of course, he had to learn how to cook for Sarah, but he always kept things simple.

He is a supporter of one-pot meals. What he cooks for you is really delicious, but simple. There is no culinary madness about it. That's why Joel prefers it when you make dinner.

But it doesn't bother you anyway. Especially since Joel loves making breakfast for you. Whenever he can, he will get up earlier and make you a delicious breakfast: scrambled eggs, pancakes, waffles... Everything you like.

And if he finishes making breakfast and you're still asleep, he'll bring you breakfast in bed. He will kiss your forehead and whisper, "Get up, baby girl. I made you coffee and breakfast."

From time to time, Joel will also take you to your favorite little restaurant. This way neither of you has to cook and you can enjoy your time together.

🍽️ Oberyn Martell

Cooking is the last skill he needs, which is why he can't cook. As a prince, he never had to worry about this. Food was always served to him on silver trays. Even when he was a warrior, he didn't have to worry about it.

Of course, if he and you find yourself in a wild desert, he can easily hunt something and roast it over a fire. He would never let his Queen starve to death.

However, you can't count on Oberyn to stand in the kitchen and prepare something for you.

On the other hand, you don't have to do this either. Just tell the servants what you want and your dish will be brought to you after a few minutes.

Oberyn loves to surprise you and organize picnics for you. By the river, in an oasis in the desert, in the gardens... Once he even organized an evening picnic for you on the roof of the palace.

🌮 Javier Peña

Cooking isn't something he's great at. But he is a specialist in making drinks.

For most of his adult life, Javier learned to eat out or buy home-cooked meals.

However, it's not like Javier can't cook anything. There are a few special dishes that his mom taught him to make. And although Javier may feel insecure about his culinary skills at the beginning of your relationship, the longer you are together, the more willing he will be to prepare these dishes for you.

If you cook, you can always count on Javier to wash the dishes and clean the kitchen. After all, he doesn't want your beautiful nails to get damaged.

You just have to sit on the couch and enjoy the drink he prepares for you.

🥞 Jack Daniels

This may come as a surprise, but Jack is very good at cooking. All because he was a mama's boy when he was a kid. He loved helping his mom in the kitchen and cooking with her.

Now he loves cooking for you and you can't help but admire how Jack transforms in the kitchen.

It's so cute to see him without a stetson and jacket, with his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and wearing an apron with the "Kiss the Cook" written on it.

Sometimes you just can't help yourself and hug him from behind and then steal a piece of carrot or sausage. You then hear his scolding voice: "Sugar, don't steal... Remember your manners."

But you know he's actually smiling and it doesn't bother him at all.

But what Jack does even better than dinner is... Cakes and desserts! You've never eaten such delicious muffins, desserts, croissants... Jack always watches with a wide smile as you eat these sweets, knowing full well that you will reward him later...

🍴 Dave York

Dave doesn't cook, he doesn't even try to learn. He thinks you're better suited for it because you're a woman.

Don't get me wrong, Dave is not some fucking misogynist. He will support you in your career and support your passion and women's rights. He doesn't think that women are only good for cooking and bearing children, but... Dave grew up in a traditional home with a traditional division of roles. And he just never felt like cooking.

You don't even know if he's bad at it because he's just never tried it.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't help you with other household chores. Dave doesn't mind cleaning. In fact, he's actually really good at it, because it's part of his job (cleaning up the crime scene). He can also do laundry or iron his shirts without any problems, but... He stays away from the kitchen.

But that doesn't mean you have to cook all the time. If you don't feel like it, no problem. Dave will make sure to take you out to a restaurant or order takeout at least three times a week. You are his princess and he will never let you think otherwise.

Besides, the kitchen is sometimes not meant for cooking (if you know what I mean.)

🍔 Frankie Morales

To say that Frankie is a disaster in the kitchen is an understatement. Frankie tries really hard, but he can burn anything... You never thought that somebody could burn scrambled eggs.

But he is a great helper in the kitchen. Nobody cuts vegetables as quickly and precisely as Frankie. To top it off, he never has a problem doing shopping for groceries. He doesn't even need a list. Just tell him what dish you want to make and he will know what to buy.

Frankie also knows all the best places to eat cheap and delicious food.

But surprisingly. Frankie is excellent at making barbecue. You don't understand how this is possible, but it is. And no one makes burgers as delicious as Frankie.

🍲 Din Djarin

Din hardly cooks. Most often, he makes broth and always adds too few spices. Sometimes he will also roast what he hunt over the fire, but he doesn't care what he eats.

Years spent as a bounty hunter and many planets visited had taught him to eat anything. Literally everything. Sometimes you think Din's stomach is made of beskar too.

Unfortunately for you, Grogu also has some strange food preferences (like father like son). You've seen him eat a frog more than once! But he, like you, thinks that soup with live 'octopus' is not normal!

That's why you forced Din to add a kitchen to your little house on Nevarro.

"Yes, Din, we need a kitchen!"

And you like cooking, especially for Grogu, who always accompanies you in the kitchen, because this little one is always hungry. But Din appreciates your cooking too, and you know it when he sneaks up behind you while you're cooking and gives you a sweet kiss on the cheek.

🥗 Marcus Pike

Marcus loves cooking for you! And he's great at it, he just needs to have time for it. He used to order takeaway food very often, but not because he didn't like cooking, because he didn't have time.

But since you became his wife, he slowed down, wanting to focus more on family life. Cooking is his form of love language.

Sometimes you even have to force him out of the kitchen and tell him that this time you will make dinner. But even then, Marcus will offer to help you with cleaning and washing the dishes.

Marcus loves experimenting in the kitchen. He doesn't always get everything right, but you always praise him because you love seeing his happy smile and his eyes shining with joy.

If you get pregnant, Marcus will fulfill your strangest kitchen whims.

🧇 Javi G

Javi (like Oberyn) never had to learn to cook, he always had cooks or could afford expensive catering. However, Javi is not against cooking, especially if it makes you happy.

Just tell him what kind of dishes you like. Italian? Mexican? Chinese? No problem. Javi will hire a top chef to give him a cooking lesso.

Then he will proudly cook you your favorite dish. He will watch with impatience and nervousness as you take your first bite. When you tell him that something is delicious, Javi will go crazy with joy.

Of course, he won't finish with just one dish. After all this is Javi! Your hyperactive, passionate husband. So you can count on lots of interesting dishes cooked with love.

But of course Javi will also take you to expensive restaurants. Sometimes he just wants to spend more time with you and hold your hand while you wait for someone else to cook for you.

For the first time, I am ready to cheat on my husband Oberyn with my husband Jack or with Marcus… Oberyn, don't look at me like that, if it weren't for the servants, we would eat fried scorpions every day…

Pernament tag list: @harriedandharassed

[authorautumnbanks]

One Night (23)

Kagome stares down at the phone on the kitchen counter. No response. She bites her lip, abusing it between her teeth. He must have not liked it. She blows out a breath, shoulders slumping as she turns her head away from the phone and glances down at the pink frilly apron with Gojo inscribed on the front.

Stupid. Stupid.

Kagome inhales and shakes her arms. It's fine. She's used to rejection. She'll just finish baking the muffins for tomorrow. Shippo eats so much these days, and so does Satoru. And soon, Koushi is going to be eating solids too.

She blows out another breath. Still no response.

It's fine. She can pretend like it never—

Boom!

Kagome jumps. The hell was that? She snatches the baby camera next to her phone. Okay, good. Shippo and Koushi are still sleeping. The barrier around their room is holding up. But still, what the heck was that noise?

Oh, Satoru is home. Maybe he knows? Kagome runs her hands down the front of the apron. Off to the side is a robe, just in case Shippo wakes up. The barrier is sound proof and entry proof against outsiders, but Shippo is free to leave the room if he wants to.

"Welcome h—mmph."

Satoru lifts her, never breaking the kiss. His hand squeezes her thighs. "You know you fucked up, right?"

Oh, he's not rejecting her.

"No idea what you're talking about." She smiles. What a relief.

"Not only did you get off without me, you sent me a video to tease me." He squeezes her again. "And then you put on this apron with my name on it." His eyes darken. "You aren't wearing underwear?"

There's a lot she wants to say. How she's been hoping all day that he'd come home and fuck her into the mattress or maybe against the wall, the stairs, hell, even the floor. She doesn't care where. She could say all those things, but she settles for a simple, "I'm so horny."

Satoru's nostrils flare. "Is it my birthday?"

His birthday is coming up. Maybe the event could be on his birthday, though it wouldn't be a surprise then.

Beep.

Kagome turns her head. "Oh, I was making muffins." She preheated the oven before making the batter.

"Can I eat yours?"

Her cheeks warm. "You never have to ask."

"Anytime?" He walks them around the counter and further into the kitchen. "Wanna keep you up all night." Satoru lowers her to her feet and wraps his arms around her. "But we have tomorrow, too."

She hums as she pulls away. Maybe she can just finish the batter and put it in the fridge. When she turns to the side, Satoru groans.

"What is it?"

"I knew, but seeing the back is..." He palms her ass. "I love you," Satoru says it so effortlessly that Kagome's heart thumps in her chest. "You don't have to say it back," he says while continuing to run his hand over her ass, squeezing every so often.

She loves him too, but it doesn't feel right to say it when she hasn't been completely honest with him.

"Do you remember that morning when the window cracked?" She reaches for the stainless-steel mixing bowl. With how much food they go through, maybe she should get the size they use in a restaurant.

Satoru presses himself against her. He plants his hands on the counter, caging her in. "Yeah, I remember. Woke up with you on my tongue."

"That is not how you woke up," she says with a laugh.

"Oh, must have been a premonition for tomorrow morning." He reaches for an egg and cracks it with one hand. "Course I remember, first time I tasted your milk."

Kagome bites her tongue. Satoru is too quick with it, and of course, he had to bring that up.

"What about it? Want to recreate it?"

She closes her eyes briefly, gathering the strength to continue this conversation. There's a chance he lashes out because she kept it from him. "Later," Kagome says, "right now I wanted to tell you why the window was cracked." She measures out the sugar and adds it to the bowl. It's easier to have this talk with her hands busy. Something to distract her.

"I'm listening," he says, pulling away for a moment. Kagome gasps and widens her legs to accommodate him. "Did it happen when you woke me up? I felt you."

She blows out a breath. No, it is better to have this conversation facing him. Kagome pushes the bowl back and turns around. Her stomach flips on itself as she not so discreetly glances down. After, she tells herself, after she has this talk with him, then she can have him in her mouth. Somehow, she manages to drag her eyes away and back to his face. The floor warms beneath her feet. It's going to take some use to having heated floors.

Satoru grins. "See something you like?" he teases.

"Always." She places her hands on him, lightly scratching at his abs through the fabric. Whoever invented compression tops deserves a generational blessing. "Did you feel off that day?"

Satoru stares at her. "No... I was horny when I woke up, but that's normal these days."

Kagome smiles. Such a Satoru thing to say. "That morning, you kissed me when you woke up, but it wasn't..." She wrinkles her nose. There is no way of saying this without sounding insane. "It wasn't you, you. It was another version of you."

Satoru blinks. "Ya lost me. What?" He laughs.

"You from another world. Universe. Honestly, I thought you woke up on the wrong side of the bed or something else was going on, because he didn't know about Koushi, but he knew about Shippo, and he had a locket that was definitely my energy." She swallows. Why is he looking at her like that? He must think she is insane. Time travel is one thing. She could prove that, but universe hopping is something else.

"Are you saying someone else kissed you?"

"Is that what you got from this?"

"Who's the better kisser?"

Kagome blinks. "You realize it was you, just—" She moans and wraps her arms around his neck, surrendering to the kiss. There's a hunger there. A hint of possessiveness to it. Satoru threatens to consume her. To take over her. With a gasp, Kagome lets him in. Gladly tangles her tongue with his.

She wants more.

Needs more.

It wouldn't take much. His cock is hard and right there. All she has to—Satoru pulls away and smiles at her, but there's nothing serene about it.

Is he jealous of himself?

Satoru grips her hips and turns her around. "Keep baking," he murmurs. His hand slides down. "Did you give him an energy massage? Is that why the window was cracked?"

Kagome rolls her eyes as she reaches for the flour. Goodness, he is obsessed with those massages. "No, I didn't give him a massage. He was upset." She pauses. Satoru isn't seriously going to feel her up while she's baking, right? "He was sealed. He got sealed in that box. I think the locket that his Kagome crafted for him must have interacted with the cursed energy of that box, and instead of him staying locked inside, it sent him to our world."

Satoru hums as he slides a finger inside of her, followed by another. "But he was angry. Did he hurt you?"

"No," she breathes. "No, he didn't hurt me. He was upset. Disoriented. His Kagome was pregnant, so when I denied us being together, it upset him. He figured it out first and he knew about demons, which you didn't know about them at that time. I gave the locket a boost and that sent him back to his world, hopefully." Kagome bites her lip as she measures out the other ingredients, stirring every so often. "Satoru."

"Can I rip this?"

"No," she says sharply. "It's the only apron I have." Kagome tightens her fingers around the whisk handle and pushes back against Satoru. Seriously, how is she supposed to focus on mixing the batter when his fingers are inside her?

"What if I buy you another one?"

"Don't be wasteful. You can just untie it."

Satoru sighs. "Fine." He slides his fingers out and sinks down to his knees. Kagome glances over her shoulder. Satoru winks at her with his fingers in his mouth. "Don't worry about me," he says, palming her ass again before spreading her. "Didn't have dinner."

Does he not care?

"Satoru?"

"Hm?" He looks at her. "Oh, all I heard is that no matter the timeline or universe, we're destined to be together. Now be a good girl and finish making those muffins while I eat yours."

"You're not upset with me?"

Satoru grunts. "No, baby, I'm not upset with you, but I will be if you don't push this ass out further. I mean, it's the least you can do," he says.

Kagome tries to focus on mixing the batter. Tries to fill the muffin tins without making a mess, but Satoru has her weak in the knees. She was correct about Satoru lashing out. The lash of his tongue immobilizes her. She's drowning in pleasure. Some of the batter makes it into the pan while some of it spills on the counter.

"That's my girl," Satoru coos, "Come for daddy."

Kami help her. Kagome holds onto the counter for purchase. Satoru never lets up, spearing her on his tongue. "Satoru!"

"Fuck yeah," he says with a hint of awe infused into his voice. "Kami, I could listen to you coming all day." He stands and wraps his arms around her, keeping her steady. "You thinking what I'm thinking?"

Kagome sucks in a breath. "You want to record us?"

"Mhmm. Could use that vibrator you bought." He kisses her shoulder. "You made a mess."

"Whose fault is that?" she grumbles. "I need to put these in the oven and set a timer." She reaches for the tin. "Satoru, you gotta let me go."

"Don't wanna. It's your fault for being so soft." He tightens his arms around her and takes a step back, bringing her with him.

"You can't be serious," Kagome says with a laugh as Satoru walks them over to the oven. He's so clingy, but she loves it. She didn't realize how starved she was until now. "What about the other muffins?"

"I'll just attract them to us, no biggie."

Attract them?

Kagome blinks. The muffin tins are floating. Satoru unwraps one arm to open the oven door and immediately pulls her back to him when all the muffins are in the oven and the door is closed once more.

"I want to go with you on a mission tomorrow."

"Uh...you sure you don't want to stay here? Or we could go somewhere like a date."

Kagome wrinkles her nose. She sets her phone down, the timer set for twenty minutes. "I want to come with you." She turns in his arms and grips him, internally sighing at finally having him in her hand.

"Love when you come with me," he jokes. "But..." His brows pinch together. "Why do you want to go on a mission with me?"

She gives him a look, trying to convey what she doesn't want to say, but Satoru either doesn't understand or he wants her to say it. He raises a brow.

"Because I like watching you," Kagome says, stroking his cock. She brushes her thumb over the slit. Satoru's eyes flutter shut, so Kagome does it again. His head is sensitive, she muses. "It's no different from how you like feeling my energy wash over you."

"Exorcising curses turn you on?"

"Watching you in your element does." Kami, just thinking about it, does something to her. She licks her lips and sinks down to her knees this time. "You'll let me come, right?" She moves closer to him, her mouth so close to him she swears she can already taste him on her tongue.

"That's not fair." Satoru groans. He threads his fingers through her hair. "What about—fuck, baby. What about the movie?"

Kagome hums as she watches the pleasure flint across his face. She worships him, working more of his cock into her mouth. "The tripod is portable," she says, before taking him back into her mouth. His hold on her hair tightens. "Please Satoru."

"Fuck! Okay," he agrees. His voice is shaky. "You can come. Just keep sucking me like that... fuck. Your mouth is a dream." He thrusts his hips. Kagome sticks her tongue out, flattening it against the underside of his cock. "Where do you want it?"

In her mouth, obviously. She sucks him harder in response, caressing his balls with one hand and working what she can't fit with her other. Satoru is more than a mouthful. She locks eyes with him, swallowing everything he has to offer. Satoru laughs, but it's short and slightly breathless. Kagome nuzzles her cheek against him. He's still hard.

"I love you too."

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A/N: Ya'll I can't believe I'm saying this, but I tried to read a 750+ page book and I legit got tired of the smut. I got like 300 pages in or something close to that and then I couldn't do it anymore. I think really the issue was that it was one POV. The last 750+ page book I read this year had at least four POVs. With that being said...I started watching How To Build a Sex Dungeon for Brat Tamer research.

Side note, I lost half of my Satoru key chain and my husband laughed his ass off because I cried about how the event was canon. I do not know where the half of my key chain went.

Hope you are having an awesome Sunday and I hope you have an even better Monday. Take care of yourselves! Get lots of rest and drink plenty of water.