#I'm taking the first ask with a pinch of salt

[one-httyd-a-day]

Hi😛 my daughter happens to be obsessed with dreamworks How To Train Your Dragon and specifically the “bone knapper” dragon. I’ve noticed your beautiful art, and If it isn’t too much trouble we would both appreciate if you could draw that one😊🥰❤️

Let me just say, your daughter has excellent taste 👌 Thank you for sending a request! I hope you all like this one as much as I do :D

Dragon #30 - Boneknapper

(Dragon #30 is here! We're almost at the one month mark! What the heck!! /pos)

[nahoney22]

Alanah, my sweet, darling friend, congratulations to you on your many, many followers!! 💜💜 You deserve all of them and I'm more than delighted to be one of them!

My request is for Hunter (surprised? 😜) with the following 2 prompts, pretty please!

🫧15: “Smiling is the second best thing you can do with your lips.” (Fluff list)

🫧4: “The truth is I don’t hate you. I…I tolerate you.” / “I thought you were going to say love.” / and if I did?” (Enemies to lovers list)

Little angst wouldn't hurt, leading to something fluffy and nice...I trust you 🥰

I cannot wait!! 😆💜 Love you so much, bestie!!

Fall With Me 🌊

🫧 Pairing: Hunter X Female Reader

word count: 1.4k

prompts:

“The truth is I don’t hate you. I… I tolerate you.” / “I thought you were going to say love.” / “And if I did?”

“Smiling is the second best thing you can do with your lips.”

Summary: When paired up with Hunter for a mission, it takes a near death experience for you to say how you really felt about the Sarge… but you weren’t prepared for how you really felt either.

Warnings: Safe for Work, Little Angst, Fluff, Reader Is Scared of Heights, First Kiss, Mutual Pining, Female Reader. Not Proofread.

Authors note: I love you too bestie! And no, not a surprise at all 😉 Hope this is okay! Enjoy! Love you so much, thanks for always supporting me. 🩶

“And that leaves yourself and Hunter to pair up.”

After Tech outlined the upcoming mission, the realisation of being paired with Sarge left you feeling a tad uneasy. It wasn't due to any discomfort around him or found him horrible; in fact, quite the opposite. However, the thought of potentially failing in his presence was unsettling.

There had been occasions where you'd caught him casting a displeased glance, not directly at you, but in response to mishaps involving you. So, there was a heightened sense of pressure to perform well. But, you took it with a pinch of salt and hoped to prove yourself to him today.

As Hunter nonchalantly announced, 'Alright, let's head out,' you silently appreciated his professionalism in not opting to change partners. With a quick exchange of well-wishes, the team gathered their gear and set off, Hunter leading the way while you followed closely behind.

Navigating the outskirts of a dilapidated settlement teeming with mercenaries and rogues, Hunter paused to comm the others, prompting you to remain vigilant and on lookout. When happy that everyone was in position, he refocused his attention on you as he inquired, “Ready to get up there?”

Your eyes widened beneath your helmet as you nervously asked, “Up where?”

Stepping aside, Hunter revealed a rusty and precarious ladder partially concealed by vines. A surge of apprehension washed over you; it seemed that Wrecker weren't the only one with a fear of heights.

“Oh.” you involuntarily squeaked, hastily composing yourself. However, Hunter picked up on your hesitation.

“Don’t tell me you're afraid of heights too,” he remarked with a sigh, adding to your mounting anxiety about the partnership. Despite your concerns, you hoped he wouldn't view you as a liability. Before you could formulate a response, Hunter secured his backpack and tethered it to both of you, assuring, “There we go. If you fall, I'll catch you.”

Though his expression was concealed by his helmet, the gesture provided some reassurance and even added a little flutter in your stomach. You may be scared of failing him but that didn’t make him all the less attractive. As you glanced at the connecting cords and then at the daunting ladder, a knot formed in your stomach. “Do I go first?” you tentatively asked.

“Yes. Now, let's get going.” he instructed, giving you a gentle nudge forward.

As you began the ascent, your heart raced with each rung of the ladder you grasped, your gaze fixed firmly ahead, avoiding the sight of the perilous drop below.

"Keep going, don't look down," you whispered to yourself, your fingers gripping the ladder tightly, praying that each rusted bar would hold.

Halfway up, the realisation of the height hit you with full force. Two hundred meters above ground, you reaffirmed your determination but then, as your hand clasped onto the next bar, it gave way, knocking you off your balance.

With lightning speed, Hunter surged upward, positioning himself behind you and using his body to steady yours, preventing you from falling back. "Are you alright?" he asked, concern evident in his voice.

Speech eluded you, your chest heaving as the gravity of the situation sank in. Tears threatened behind your visor as you grappled with the near miss. "Just... give me a moment," you managed to utter, completely overwhelmed.

The sudden realisation of Hunter's close proximity jolted you back to the present. "Let's... let's keep going," you rasped, nodding slightly. Hunter obliged, stepping down but keeping a reassuring hand firmly planted on the small of your back, providing much-needed support until you regain your composure.

When you both finally reached the summit, you had to restrain yourself from collapsing to your knees and kissing the ground beneath you. Your limbs throbbed with exhaustion, and your mind reeled from the harrowing ordeal of nearly meeting your demise.

By then, a feeling of embarrassment washed over you. You watched silently as Hunter detached the cord connecting you both and proceeded to relay updates to the team. However, overwhelmed by a flood of emotions, you found yourself leaning against a nearby wall, sinking to your knees as you removed your helmet, frustration evident in the way your fingers raked through your hair.

As Hunter's voice filtered through the comm, he briefly looked at you and concern crossed his face. “Hold tight until we are able to move forward.” He relays to the others before he abruptly cuts off the transmission, takes off his helmet and approaches you.

"Hey," he said softly, drawing your attention, "are you alright?"

Though you wanted to respond with an affirmative, your throat constricted with unspoken emotions, preventing anything but a shaky denial. Biting your lip to stifle any whimpers, you just shocked your head but found solace in his company.

"Why are you upset?" he inquired, his confusion mirroring yours as you struggled to articulate your feelings.

Sniffling, you released a heavy sigh, avoiding his gaze as you confessed, "I just feel like I always mess up around you, and that I annoy you… and I just nearly died!”

Your words tumbled forth in a torrent of insecurity, your ramblings a desperate attempt to verbalise how you felt. However, Hunter remained patient, allowing you to unload your burdens until you uttered the words that hung heavily in the air.

"What did you just say?" he interjected, genuine confusion etched in his features. "You think I hate you?"

Meeting his gaze, you hesitated, uncertain of how he would react. "I just thought..."

"You thought wrong," he interrupted gently, a small chuckle escaping him. "I don't hate you. I..."

His words trailed off, leaving an unspoken sentiment lingering between you. He seemed in deep thought as he pondered whether or not it was appropriate to express how he really felt.

Perhaps not, and so he held back, his silence speaking volumes as he searched for the right words. But you stared at him, wondering what he was really thinking.

Catching your expectant gaze, he offered a wry smile. "I tolerate you," he quipped, the humour in his tone breaking the tension and eliciting a relieved laugh from you, tears wiped away.

"For a second, I thought you were going to say 'love,'" you blurted out without thinking, only for Hunter to match your unfiltered honesty.

"And if I did?" Hunter's response caught you off guard, his eyes widening slightly, but he didn't retract his words.

Tucking a loose piece of hair behind your ear, you tilted your head at him. "And do you?"

He visibly gulped. "I don't think it's a surprise that I'm not great with talking about how I feel," he admitted nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

Stunned, it took a moment for his words to sink in. "I don't know what to say," you whispered, completely bashful as your cheeks burned.

"You don't have to if you don't want to… I just thought you should know that my strict ways come from a place of me caring about you. A lot. I'm just not good at expressing things," he explained, his quiet vulnerability bringing a smile to your lips, a sight he secretly always adored. "I'm happy to see you smiling again. It suits you."

"Oh yeah?" you teased, mischief gleaming in your eyes as the newfound revelation sank in. "Your smile isn't too bad yourself, Sarge."

He chuckled, placing a hand over yours. The two of you gazed at each other for a moment, the mission completely on hold as you reveled in this new adventure. However, there was no hiding the signs of him looking at your lips and then back to you. "You know," he started, taking a nervous breath, "smiling is the second-best thing you can do with your lips."

Reading the signs and anticipation hanging in the air, you closed the distance between you, pressing your lips to his. Time seemed to stand still as the galaxy around you faded away.

He sighs against you, the kiss deepening with a loving desire. Your hands found their way to his face, fingers tangling in his hair as he pulled you closer. Hunter responded eagerly, his arms wrapping around you, holding you in tight as the kiss ignited a fire within both of you.

Lost in the moment, you explored each other's lips with a soft hunger that had been simmering beneath the surface. The kiss was electric, sending waves of happiness through your body, making your heart race and your skin tingle in excitement.

Finally breaking apart, you gazed into each other's eyes. "I've wanted to do that for a long time," Hunter confessed, his voice low and husky.

You smiled, feeling a rush of warmth flood through you. "Me too," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Without another word, Hunter pulled you close once again, his lips finding yours in another searing kiss, revealing all the unspoken words. The mission could wait for a minute or two.

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[bridgetotheskyyy]

Two Ideas - Itachi & Shisui

Kinktober Masterlist

Warnings: 18+, smut, threesome, dp, hints of breeding kink and cum play

A/n: Day 25: Double penetration in two holes. I have no excuse for this I'm just such a slut for these two.

Word count: 1.8k

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“I think she likes both of us.”

Itachi listened to his friend's mischievous laughter and resisted a smile of his own. Shisui was just joking? He had to be; what nonsense.

“Your mind is going to wild places,” Itachi said. “That’s all.”

Shisui shook his head. “You don’t see the way she looks at us? Both of us?” 

“Clearly, she loves us,” Itachi said. “As friends. That’s all. There’s no reason to think ―” 

Shisui hopped from his place on the veranda. “I’ve got an idea.”

“Never a good thing.”

“I’m going to invite her over,” Shisui said. “You come, too. We’ll get to the bottom of this.”

Shisui was a man of his word. The next day, he sent word to Itachi to come to his outhouse, far away from his ailing father. Itachi was surprised to see you had arrived so soon. 

“Okay, what’s up?” You asked after a suspiciously quiet tea session. “Anybody gonna tell me?”

Shisui dropped the act immediately, came to rest his arm above your head.

“Itachi and I were just talking the other day.” He let the moment hang before flicking his eyes to you. “Do you like us?”

Itachi rolled his eyes. Why the theatrics? He waited for the reply he knew was coming. 

But, it didn’t. 

Your throat jerked with a nervous gulp. You glanced back and forth between them.

“It’s okay,” Shisui said, voice gentle. “We won’t judge.”

“Yes,” You whispered, face growing hot.

Itachi blinked, surprised.

Itachi hitched a breath when Shisui leaned forward. He kissed you while his hands kneaded at your breasts. He waited for you to protest, to push him away. Neither happened; you moaned, arching into his friend’s touch. Itachi went wide-eyed; Shisui pulled the strings of your top down, then the whole garment to reveal your naked breasts. 

“No bra, huh?” Shisui smirked into your cheek before burying his face in the crook of your neck. “Perfect.”

Itachi inched closer as Shisui palmed at your pretty little body, his trousers growing too tight to bear. 

You turned your head to admit him and faced Itachi. Your heavy-lidded eyes pleaded with him. “Itachi …” Your lips parted to say ― 

Nothing; Itachi crashed his lips to yours, leaving you helplessly sandwiched between the two men. He ate your moan as he slid his tongue in your mouth, tentatively at first, before yours met his and fully reciprocated. Itachi’s hand snuck downward, squeezing a tit ― and he was compelled to leave it there as your erected nipple teased his palm ― before sliding down the span of your stomach, past the elastic of your panties. He shivered; already wet. 

You cried out as Itachi’s fingers massaged your labia majora. He and Shisui teamed up to pool your clothes to your ankles.

“You’re really okay with this?” Itachi asked before kissing the shell of your ear.

“Ye ― Yes,” You moaned out as Shisui abandoned your neck to capture a nipple in his mouth. “Gods, please …”

He kissed you again, flinched when your hand palmed his evident erection. He gave in to the temptation, pinched at the nipple unoccupied by Shisui’s mouth while his other fingers played in your sobbing snatch. You sucked him in so well. He knew he wanted to taste you there, lap up your natural salts while you clenched around his willing tongue. 

He broke away, saliva bridging your lips with his. “Lay her down,” he murmured. “I’ve got an idea.”

“Never a good thing.” Shisui’s smirk was wicked. 

They situated you on the bed, fully nude after undressing themselves, caressing and kissing all the way. For a moment, Itachi’s plan faded into the background as he and his friend sandwiched you again. If he could take a moment to break away from you, catch his breath, but his hands kept moving and his lips kept capturing skin.

“I want to put these” ― Shisui playfully slapped one of your breasts ― “to good use.”

“Interesting you say that.” Itachi was nearing your cunt, kissing his way down your stomach, nibbling on your inner thighs. 

“You had something in mind ― aaah,” You struggled as Shisui lapped your nipple with a hungry tongue. “ ― Itachi?”

He met your eye while between your thighs. “Yes.”

He was greedy, he knew it, but he wanted your cunt all to himself. And this way ― you on your hands and knees, with Shisui in front and him behind ― he could. 

Shisui let out a drawn-out moan as your tits pressed around his cock. “Did I forget to tell you that you have great ideas ― nng!”

Itachi’s tongue was too preoccupied lapping at your weeping slit to reply. Once he had his fill of your cunt, the taste of you forever imprinted on his tongue, he would thank his friend for even suggesting this. 

“This what you want?” Shisui’s voice was hurried and husked. “Wanna see me fall apart on your tits, you fucking jinx ― aaah!”

Itachi's hands caressed your buttocks and thighs, keeping you close to his hungering mouth. He flicked at your clit, a hand slipping to free his aching cock. 

“Itachi …!” You breathed his name out in sequence with him stroking his cock. 

“(Y/n), you’re ― ah, fuck …!” Shisui’s face strained as you fucked him with your tits. “She’s ―”

“Perfect,” Itachi murmured, thumbing your clit as his tongue fucked into your hole. “Yeah, I know.” 

Itachi abandoned your hole to suck your glistening lips into his mouth, releasing only to reclaim them a second later. Shisui’s moans rival yours; you must have started sucking him off while suffocating his cock with your perfect breasts. The mental image, coupled with your juices flooding his tongue, forced Itachi to pause the hand stroking his cock. For his own sake.

“Stop ―” Shisui ordered, breathing stuttering. “St ― Stop, I don’t wanna …”

You paused. Itachi cracked an eye open to see that his theory had been correct. At some point, you had let your tits fall away to grip his cock and give it your mouth’s full attention. 

You released Shisui with a pronounced pop. “What then?” You purred.

Itachi raised his head to share a knowing glance with Shisui. The meaning was clear: neither of them would last long. It had to be now. 

“You just want to hog her pussy, Itachi,” Shisui said, smirking as the three of them went through a position change. 

Itachi helped you sit above him, denying nothing. Shisui was behind you, cock nestled in the crack of your ass while Itachi brushed his own against your slit. 

You met his eye in a heated gaze. “You’re just cruel.” Colors exploded in Itachi’s vision as you adjusted, your entrance catching against the head of his cock. “One of you better fuck me.”

Shisui snickered as he positioned above you. 

Itachi gave you a once over. “Careful what you wish for.

They entered you at the same time. Itachi shivered as your walls embraced him with each inch he submitted. Itachi bit his cheek to resist the smirk at your expression ― blown out eyes, lips parting in a perfect ‘o.’ 

“Oh.” You placed a hand on Itachi’s chest. “O―Oh!”

He tapped your thigh to encourage you to sit while Shisui filled you to the hilt, his hands hooked to your hips. You brought yourself down on Itachi as Shisui began a rhythm. Itachi pecked your lips, his fingers finding your clit. You squeaked as both he and Shisui thrusted into you, Itachi lifting into you while Shisui’s motion sent your ass slapping into his pelvis. 

“I’m ―” You struggled, eyes closed to the sensations around you. “I’m so … so full, ugh ―”

“It’s what you wanted, right?” Itachi said, voice flitted in a tease. One hand pressed flat into your thigh to keep you flat while the other tweaked your clit. 

“Don’t even try to lie.” Shisui’s pelvis slapped into you, your little gasps and whimpers be damned. “Itachi knows how wet you are.” Shisui gave him a head’s up. “How wet is she, Itachi?”

“Tremendously so.” Itachi met Shisui’s quickening pace. He studied your face, pleasure surging through him to see you so fucked out, so helpless. “She’s ― mm ― already so tight. I think she’ll come before us.”

Their thrusts knocked you every which way. You slid your hands up Itachi’s chest and secured them at his shoulders. Itachi circled your clit, faster now. Your breath hitched, your stomach folding in at the precise touch.

“I’m not! Oh …!” Tension left your body as Itachi raised, buried his head in your neck to re-abuse the skin Shisui left red. He fucked into you, fingers rolling and pinching your nipple. “Fuck, oh my g ― Itachi, please!”

“You are.” Shisui pounded your ass, bouncing you onto Itachi’s cock with each punishing thrust. “You’re gonna come with both of us inside you, you hear? Don’t hold back.”

Itachi’s tongue ran across your earlobe. “Do as we say.”

You screamed. Both he and Shisui combined their efforts to fuck you as hard and fast as possible. You couldn’t squirm, not with how close they held you, but you continued your futile attempts. Shisui hooked his arms around yours to keep you in place. You whimpered, head thrown back as Itachi continued teasing your precious clit. He grunted, nibbling into your shoulder; he couldn’t hold back, not with your delectable pussy and how it squeezed his cock. Itachi breathed your name into your skin as he came, your merciless snatch milking his cock. Shisui fisted a hand into the bed, coming to his limit last. Brows drawn together, he sat under you. He hooked hands under your knees to spread your legs apart, coincidentally aiding Itachi in slipping from your cunt.

Your holes ran white with their spent. You laid back into Shisui’s chest. The three of you caught your breath. 

Itachi’s gaze never left you. The sight of your spent body against his flushed friend’s was enough to pool the blood to his cock all over again. Itachi forced his eyes closed, listened to their combined pants. He palmed your thigh while blind, moving it over the soft, sweaty skin before brushing fingers over your fluttering cunt. He opened his eyes to scoop up his spent and insert it back in.

You moaned, eyes lowering to watch him do it. 

“We don’t want to get her knocked up, Itachi,” Shisui chastised.

Itachi willed a faint smile. “Speak for yourself.”

“You two are just too much.” You playfully slapped Shisui’s arm before removing yourself from the bed. Pride surged through Itachi when you stumbled your way to the bathroom. “I’d have Itachi’s baby, but not yours.”

Shisui cupped the side of his face to say, “We’re doing that again, right?”

You gave him the finger before closing the bathroom behind you.

Shisui turned to Itachi. “Yeah, she likes us.”

Itachi shook his head. “Clearly.”

[intoanotherworld23]

Things We’ve Missed

Pairing: Reader x Joel Miller

Warnings: MATURE CONTENT NSFW 18+ ONLY DNI, there is oral female receiving, kitchen shenanigans, sexual frustration, mention of sex, swear words

Length: 2100+ words

Summary: There’s a lot of things you and Joel miss the taste of, and something Joel misses the taste of is between your legs

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It was just like any other morning as you stretched your sore muscles. Once again having to sleep on the cold and hard ground with a jacket acting as a pathetic pillow. A rough and torn blanket barely covering both of your bodies. Feeling your mind slowly awakening to the sun gleaming in through the window.

It wasn't the best place to sleep since it had no furniture in it, but it had doors and a roof over your head. That was the only thing you two needed at the moment. Both of you becoming accustomed to not being able to sleep in an actual bed.

Only good thing that could come from this situation was the man laying right next to you. A man who would give up everything just to make sure you were safe and comfortable. Smiling to yourself as you watched him continue to slumber in peace.

Joel was never really one for complaining about things. He took it with an iron chin, and reminded you at least you were still alive. Even though life really wasn't all that worth it with clickers roaming the lands.

"Joel." Kissing his warm cheek as you whispered in his ear waking him up. "It's time to get up."

Feeling his body stir as his head snapped to you. Sitting up immediately as he looked straight into your eyes just to make sure you were okay. Letting out a sigh of relief when he knew you weren't in any danger.

His hand rubbing his face as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Automatically a hand brushing through his salt and pepper hair smoothing it out. Just thankful that his body wasn't as sore as it could have been.

Looking over at you wincing when he saw the tiny cuts on your face. The sounds of your screams echoing in his ear, and the image engraved into his brain as he watched a clicker grab your ankles making you fall face first into the ground.

"What time is it?" He asked his throat scratchy and his voice groggy.

"You're the one with the watch you tell me?" Giving you a glare at your sarcastic remark.

"Smart ass." Turning his body to grab the watch laying on the nightstand. "Jesus it already eleven in the morning."

"I wanted to let you sleep in for a bit." Murmuring feeling shy all of sudden since Joel liked to get up early and start the day sooner.

After yesterday with your almost near fatal incident with some clickers you knew he needed the rest. Even though he was adamant that he was okay, and that he was a man who didn't need that much sleep. Of course you knew better than that.

His body was becoming weaker by the day, and he needed to take it easy. If he kept going like this he was bound to die by exhaustion, and you weren't going to let that happen.

"How's your cuts?" Genuine concern in his voice as he looked over your face making sure there wasn't anything growing.

"I'll live." Smiling at him reassuringly as he grabbed your hand holding it in his.

"I've never been so worried baby." Laying his head back down still looking up at you.

"Joel I'm fine I promise." Patting the top of his hand as you threw the blanket off and slowly stood up.

"Are you sure?" Giving him a look that said stop asking and to not worry.

Joel was constantly worrying about you, and always had his eyes on you. It was incredibly sweet at times, but you could take care of yourself. He could be bleeding out in front of you, and the only thing he would be concerned about is you. He's lost everyone, and the last thing he wanted was to lose you too.

"I'm gonna make some coffee." Turning to walk out of the room heading to the kitchen.

Just thankful this place even had a working coffee machine along with some coffee grounds. It has been too damn long since either of you have had some decent coffee. It was the small things in this world that made you happy, and this was one of them.

Keeping your back to the door as you watched the coffee dripping down to the pot. Hearing the creak from the wood floors knowing that Joel was now up, and heading towards you.

Leaning your hands against the edge of the counter as large hands wrapped around your waist. Pulling your figure against his hard body making you giggle. Pressing his face between your neck and shoulder pushing your head slightly to the side.

"You know there is one thing I've missed more than coffee." Whispering sensually into your ear.

His lips barely touching the skin of your neck feeling goosebumps appear. Parting your lips with a small gasp as he pressed the palms of hands against your lower stomach. His evident bulge painfully pushing against his jeans.

"What's that?" Feeling like you knew where he was going with this.

"That sweet..tight..delicious.. cunt of yours." Nipping on your earlobe his teeth tugging on it.

"Hmm is that so?" Playing this little game as you wiggled your hips against him causing a deep growl to emerge from his throat.

It had been too long since either of you had done anything physical with each other. Both of you on edge constantly or being interrupted by bandits or clickers. It was frustrating and you both wanted to feel something other than fear for once.

"Come on sweetheart let me have a taste?"

Turning around to face him noticing how dark his eyes became. They were full of hunger and desire. He really was craving you in the moment, and you certainly didn't want to deny him that pleasure.

Grabbing the back of his neck as you pulled his lips against yours. His hands grabbing your hips as he tapped your backside signaling for you to jump. As you did he lifted you up and placed you right on top of the counter.

The pressure between your legs was starting to ache as he craved him even more now. Feeling him press his erection against your front whimpering inside of his mouth.

Keeping your lips attached hungrily making out not caring if his beard was scratching against your skin. His lips felt so nice and plump meshing into yours. Feeling a wet spot forming on your panties as you felt that coil in the pit of your stomach.

He was touch starved just as badly as you, but right now he just wanted to dive in between your legs.

"Joel." Mewling like a cat as he traced his lips along your neck down to your collarbones.

"I know baby I know." Hands grabbing your pants as he roughly tugged them down your body tossing them to the other side of the room.

Getting down on his knees as his hands gripped your knees pushing them apart. Gently rubbing his hands up your thighs as he dragged your panties down lifting your hips up. Looking up at you briefly then looking down devouring your soaked cunt licking his lips.

"Fuck I can smell how wet you are." Leaning back on the palms of your hands as he softly kissed along your inner thigh.

Watching his every move your chest heaving up and down waiting in anticipation. Eyes glazed over as he kissed the top of your mound inhaling your sweet scent.

"Joel please." Begging him as he took his time but you couldn't wait any longer.

"Don't worry baby I will." Grinning up at you as he open his mouth wide his tongue licking you from the bottom to the top.

Tossing your head back at how warm his tongue really was. A pathetic whimper escaping your mouth as he drew back and repeated the same motion. He really was wanting to take his time with you, but who knows how long that would last.

"Almost forgot how delicious this perfect pussy was." Growling as he massaged your inner thighs.

His tongue felt like absolute magic as he swirled it around in figure eights. Barely brushing against your now overly sensitive clit. Hips jolting up every time the tip of his tongue lingered around the swollen bud.

Joel was enjoying this far more than what you thought. Making little noises to himself every time you purred or started moving your hips to the motion of his tongue.

His knees were starting to hurt a little bit from the tile floor, but he pushed past it when he looked up at your blissed out expression. How easily he could get you to come undone for him, and how quick your body reacted to him.

The scruff of his beard scratching along your inner thighs making your body tense a little bit. His hands kept having to shove your thighs apart every time he felt you closing your legs around his head.

"Oh my god that feels so good." His tongue slurping between your folds as his saliva ran down your skin.

Grinding your hips against his face as you wanted to feel more. Joel smirking to himself know exactly what you were wanting. Thrusting his tongue as deep as he could go. Crying out as his nose pressed against your clit.

A hand coming down to grip onto his hair trying not to tug too harshly. Looking down to watch his tongue disappear inside of you. Your mouth wide open with barely audible sounds coming out. Breathing heavily though as you clenched around his tongue your legs trembling.

"You're just like heaven baby." Mumbled against your core giving you kitten licks as he then pushed two fingers inside of you curling them up.

"Oh fuck." Closing your eyes tightly as he thrust them in and out at a fast pace.

Your body rocking back and forth against the counter. Trying to keep your body up right, but your arms were already becoming weak, and you were about ready to lay against the counter if it wasn't for the wall behind you.

"Keep those legs open for me baby." He instructed you now being tasked with having to keep yourself spread open for him.

It was already starting to burn, but you had to push through it. Joel knew you could do it as he mumbled praises up at you in encouragement. It was like the room was spinning and any moment your body would slip off the counter.

You were in the clouds right now, and you didn't want to come down. Not wanting to come back to earth and stay in the haven of pleasure and ecstasy. Joel savoring your pussy like a starved man who was eating a warm meal.

"You are so damn tight." Groaning through clenched teeth as he pushed a third finger in.

It wasn't going to be long before you were coming all over his fingers. Your senses were heightened and it was almost becoming too much as he attached his lips to your exposed clit. Drinking you in your juices making a suctioning sound your cheeks and ear burning.

Your hand pushing against his head but he didn't stop or slow down. Instead the hand trying to push him away was now being restrained by his free hand.

Both of your legs raised up as they wrapped around his back. Your feet pushing him further into you. Joel couldn't help but chuckle at how desperate you were for release. He was going to help you through it the best that he could.

"Almost there baby you're almost there."

Watching your face as you were rapidly coming undone. Your legs were shaking as you were clenching around his thick fingers. Toes curling to the point they started to cramp, but you pushed through it.

"Oh fuck Joel I'm gonna cum." Screaming out as your back started to arch Joel now sucking on your clit like a vacuum on high.

"You can do it baby."

It was overwhelming as your body felt like it was on fire. Your lower stomach moving up and down as your orgasm had smacked you in the face. Slowly still grinding your hips as Joel swallowed every last bit you had to offer him. Groaning loudly feeling the vibrations from his mouth.

"That's a good girl." Praising you as he slowly and gently pulled his soaked fingers out of you. "Did so good for me."

Joel standing up and he kept his eyes focused on you the whole time. Standing right between your sore thighs his hands moving to your backside squeezing your cheeks. Snickering as he patted the flesh playfully squeezing them in his hands.

Pressing his lips on yours tasting yourself on his tongue. Your body was so tired you couldn't even move one inch from where you were sitting, and you could still feel your body randomly twitching.

"So much better than coffee." He joked making you snicker and before you could say anything else the coffee pot went off making you both burst into laughter.

[luveline]

jade! I have a request for the hurt/comfort requests! maybe one where spencer (or hotch if you’d prefer) comes home from a stressful case and finds out that reader is sick? and they’re both like “please sit down and let me take care of you”?

hi! ty for ur request! spencer beloved

You force yourself to get out of bed at the sound of the door opening. 

The first thing Spencer does is call your name. "Are you here?" 

You don't trust your voice to keep it together if you shout. You wipe at your oily face with your long sleeves and make your way out into the hall from the bedroom. Spencer's already dropped his satchel by the door, though there's no sign of him besides that, so you make your way into the kitchen and cringe at the mess you haven't managed to clean yet. 

If he saw it he doesn't say anything, head already buried in the fridge. 

"Spence," you greet quietly. You don't sound too sick — you're thrilled to see him — but his shoulders tense up immediately, and he turns with pinched eyebrows. 

"Hey," he says, a bottle of water in hand.

The door closes behind him, and he crosses the short distance to gather you in a quick hug. You missed him, and he smells nice. When he pulls away you're practically heartbroken. 

He holds you at arms length, which is when you notice his bruise. 

"What happened?" you ask.

"You're sick," he says at the same time, your voices overlapping. 

Neither of you wants to go first, but Spencer's too nice for his own good. "Unsub with a penchant for bad decisions," he explains, offhanded. His hand climbs to your hot neck. He frowns. "How long have you been like this?" 

You can't stand being apart from him for at least another ten minutes. "Not long," you say, threading your arms around his neck again and forcing him to hug you. To be fair, he's your boyfriend, and he reciprocated despite his obvious apprehension. He always wants to fix everything as fast as he can. 

He sighs as he pulls you forward, arms crossing over your back in a hug as tight as you'd craved. The bottle cap of his water digs into your spine, and his hair tickles your cheek. "You should've called me," he murmurs. 

"It wouldn't have changed anything. You should have called me." 

"It wouldn't have changed anything," he repeats. 

You laugh and your laugh makes you cough, rushing to pull away so you can cover your mouth. "I'm sorry," you say croakily. 

"You realise I'm gonna take care of you?" he asks.

If you had the energy, you'd glare. "Me first." 

"No way." He passes over his water bottle. "You can start with that. When did you last eat? What are your symptoms? You're really hot, but your cough sounds pretty superficial. Shortness of breath?" 

"What did he hit you with?" you challenge in turn. "His fist? Or did you get pistol whipped?" You soften, eyes roving over his freshly shorn hair, his curls limp. "Are you okay?" 

"Don't baby me," he says, reaching out to give your upper arm a good squeeze. "C'mon. Bath time." 

You let him drag you into your too small bathroom with a smile on your face. It's nice to be looked after, and if he thinks he's gotten away with anything he's sorely mistaken. "You need an ice pack." 

"I need you to be less stubborn."

"I need you to let me take care of you."

There's a small silence. His thumb rubs over the back of your hand. "I can compromise," he says.

You let him sit you on the closed toilet lid and kiss your forehead, listening to him debate bath salts with an acute adoration. You'd really, really missed him.

He catches you staring at him.

"I know," he says softly. "It doesn't even hurt."

You kiss it better anyways.

[marajaak]

Cooking lessons

(Sanji x reader)

Title : Cooking lessons

Pairing : Sanji x female reader

Warnings : Smut, unprotected sex (don’t do that), fingering, creampie, oral (m receiving), Y/N is a simp, English isn’t my first language so please be kind

Genre : Smut

Summary : Y/N decided to help Sanji in the kitchen. What if things turned out in an unexpected way?

It was a normal day on the Sunny. Luffy, Chopper and Usopp were fishing, Robin was reading and Zoro was taking a nap.

In the kitchen, (Y/N) stared at the pot filled with water. Behind her, Sanji was busy.

- Damn, when does it boil? she grew impatient.

She had begged the young man to let him help her, in the hope of spending some time alone with him. But she couldn't help but think that she slowed him down in his work. In all the time she had been there, she had mixed up the sugar and salt, burned the wheat pancakes, and almost gouged out her eye with a knife...

She heard the handsome blond approach her and stiffened. She felt his breath on her neck.

- Y/N darling, did you put salt in the water?

- Uh no…

The young woman grabbed the salt and added a pinch to the water.

- This allows the boiling point to be slightly raised. Oh, and, could you turn the fire on a little brighter? It's not going to boil in time, and I think Luffy is hungry.

(Y/N) did so, biting her lip. She who had wanted to impress Sanji so much, and well it was a failure. She was about to pour the rice into the water, when the cook stopped her again.

- Wait, you have to rinse it first to remove the impurities and make it sticky.

She let out a sigh. The blond smiled, and walked towards the counter.

- Come on, Y/N love, I’ll show you how to cut salmon for sushi.

He took out a cutting board, placed the fish on it, and began to slice it into thin strips. The sharp, regular sound of the knife rang in (Y/N)'s ears, and plunged her into a trance. She watched the cook's dexterous fingers clenched on the utensil, the vein throbbing on the back of his hand. She felt a heat rising inside her, and imagined what his hands could do to her, the pleasure his fingers could bring once inside her. She imagined him caressing her body, tracing her curves, winding himself in her hair...

- You have to give sharp blows but not too hard, explained Sanji. You have to find a rhythm in the middle.

But (Y/N) wasn't listening to what he was saying. The sound of his voice echoed like a melodious song in his head. Her gaze moved up his torso, and she began to fantasize about the fine muscles hidden under his shirt. Oh, if only he could have feelings for her, just for her! He was interested in many women, and she didn't see what she had that was different from them. She certainly didn't have a chance. He could have said so many beautiful things in her ear, like...

- Y/N darling, do you want your fantasies to come true?

She jumped and a blush rose to her cheeks. Was she dreaming? Did he really just say that?

- I'm sorry Sanji, but I didn't hear, she said.

- Oh, I don’t think so.

He placed the fish a little further away and covered it with a clean cloth to prevent Luffy from touching it. Then he put the cake in the oven. He went to the sink and washed his hands thoroughly with soap. He dried them and returned to the young woman. He leaned towards her and she stepped back, her back hitting the counter.

- So, Y/N darling, what do you want my hands to do to you?

- I…

She swallowed and gripped the furniture so hard her knuckles turned white.

- I want you to do to me whatever you want, she blurted out abruptly. I want you to make love to me.

(Y/N) had barely finished speaking when the cook had wrapped his arms around her waist and captured her lips with his. She closed her eyes and let out a moan.

- Do I have that much effect on you? the blond asked her.

- Oh, if you only knew how long I've been waiting for this, she whispered between kisses.

Sanji's hands lowered little by little, slipped under her skirt, and rubbed the young woman's crotch. Slowly, he pulled aside the panties and plunged his fingers into her soaked womanhood. She let out a little cry and arched her back. He made a few movements, while kissing (Y/N)'s neck. She felt shocks of electricity pass through her body and moved her pelvis rhythmically.

- Hum, I see you’re in a hurry, my darling, the cook laughed.

He sensually caressed her chest, still covered in fabric, and traced shapes with his tongue on the young woman's collarbone. The pleasure became too intense, and she felt an orgasm pass through her whole body.

Sanji removed his fingers from her intimacy and licked them while looking (Y/N) straight in the eyes. She moaned and her intimacy clenched around nothing.

Immediately, she began to touch the bump that had formed in the blond's crotch. He lowered his pants slightly, only letting his straining member stick out.

(Y/N) knelt down and took the member into her mouth, bobbing her head. The cook panted with pleasure.

- That’s it, good girl, he praised her stroking her hair.

The young woman slipped her tongue all around the member, coating it with saliva, and pushed it deeper into her throat, before accelerating the movement. The blonde moaned and came into her mouth.

Ashamed, he wanted to wipe (T/P)'s mouth with the sleeve of his jacket, but he saw her swallow his seed in one go. This delighted the flame that burned within him, and his proud member stood erect again.

She stood up and Sanji hoisted her onto the counter. He looked for her consent, and when she nodded, he slowly pushed himself into her, inch by inch. Her previous orgasm served as lube. Once his member was fully inside her, he stopped to let her get used to his length.

- Sanji, fuck me! she cried.

- As you wish, my dear!

He gave several rapid thrusts before finding a steady rhythm. (Y/N) threw her head back feeling the delicious friction against the walls of her vagina. She wrapped her legs around the cook. The young man raised her head and kissed her passionately.

She couldn't believe what she was doing with the cook. She had dreamed of it for so long. He was so handsome, with his beautiful blond hair, his big hands, his smile that made her heart flutter...

She came suddenly, letting out a cry. Sanji continued his thrusts, and came inside her feeling her intimacy tighten.

(Y/N) collapsed on top of her lover panting, exhausted. He took her in his arms and hugged her.

- You know Y/N darling, you don't need to know how to cook to impress me. You can just come into the kitchen and hang out with me.

She didn't respond and buried her head in the crook of the blonde's neck.

- I love you, Sanji.

- I love you too, he whispered to her.

Suddenly, a burning smell startled them. They looked at each other, a look of panic in their eyes.

- The cake ! It burns !

[aesethewitch]

Learning to Cook Like a Witch: The Absolute Beginning

So, you're looking to dip your toes into kitchen witchery, but you have zero experience cooking. Or, maybe you have experience that's not so great or that wasn't informative. Or, maybe you just don't know where to start, because no one ever taught you how to cook.

Great! Cooking can be intimidating to even approach when you're not used to it. I'm lucky in that I grew up cooking with my family and had the chance to take several cooking-based classes in high school. Not everyone has that sort of opportunity, so I'd like to pass on my experience to others!

(Note that you definitely don't need to be the best cook in the world to be a kitchen witch. No one's perfect! But it's okay to want to improve your skills, too.)

If you want to learn to cook, the first step is to familiarize yourself with the basic terms, measurements, and tools you'll be working with. Start with the following:

Learn the names and uses of the tools in your kitchen (for example, spatulas for spreading frosting vs. spatulas for flipping burgers)

Measurement conversions (how many teaspoons in a tablespoon, how many tablespoons in a cup, etc.)

Familiarize yourself with commonly used measurement phrases such as "dash" and "pinch," and learn exactly what they mean by that

Abbreviations for measurements (teaspoon = tsp = t, tablespoon = tbsp = T, etc.)

Various cooking terminology and the difference between terms, such as the difference between mixing, creaming, folding, and emulsifying

Read recipes and look up words you're not familiar with

Knife safety! Learn how to hold a knife properly and cut things without risking your fingers, and also learn how to keep your knives sharp. Remember, a sharp knife is a safe knife!

Once you've got knife safety down, learn how to cut an onion - dice, chop, and slice your way to delicious victory!

Learn fire, oven, and stovetop safety!

Familiarize yourself with what's in your spice cabinet; taste things if you've never had them, and look up common recipe usages for them

Learn about the Maillard reaction (this is what turns meat brown!)

Familiarize yourself with common substitutions, such as for cornstarch, buttermilk, and shortening/lard

Start with simple recipes; many chefs say you should start with omelets, white sauce, and homemade stock, and I tend to agree. Learning just these three things teaches a number of techniques that translate to a hundred other recipes!

Eat more food! Try new flavors, experiment with dishes from restaurants, ask questions about what's in what you're eating. Sample dishes and spice combinations from other cultures. Smell things before you eat them. Think about the flavors and how they're working together.

Watch videos from cooks on YouTube, or watch cooking tv shows! Honestly, Alton Brown's Good Eats was a foundational influence for me as a child, and I cut my teeth on Food Network. YouTube-wise, try Basics with Babish!

Pick a recipe you think looks good or that you've had before and just make it! Simple as that, just follow the recipe. Get the ingredients, follow the steps, eat the food!

Not everything you make is going to be good. And that's fine! Learn what went wrong and why. Figure out what tastes good and what doesn't. Let other people try your food and give you honest feedback. If you think your taste buds are biased or not "good enough," having someone else tell you "this needs more salt" or "this is really balanced" or "this would go nicely over rice instead of potatoes" is powerful.

Remember that you're learning. Look things up. Fuck up a recipe. Burn something. Realize you're missing an ingredient and figure out a substitute last minute. Leave something out, put something else in. Taste, taste, taste. Taste everything. Every time you put something in or complete a step, taste it. So long as it's not going to be a health hazard (such as with raw meat), taste it.

Take your time with it. Cooking is a skill that's earned over time via trial and error. Know that you're not alone in your worry and struggle. Millions of home cooks have stood where you stand, spoon in hand and apron tied tight. Practice, practice, practice.

Once you understand cooking by itself, you can more easily incorporate magic and weave spells into your meals, which I'll cover in another post, since this one is already quite long.

Happy cooking! 🍳🌿

If you enjoy my posts or would like to support my blog, consider throwing a couple dollars in my tip jar! ✨

[mogoce-nocoj]

I really needed to clip this part because the way Raiven basically said “yeah you just thought that song needed your input without me asking for it” made me laugh so hard

Bojan: First I'm gonna say, I really don't wanna take credit for co-writing this song because when I came into the picture the song was basically written. I just came to Sara's home and took the guitar because I felt like some pinch of salt could be added and so the jaz sem ti si Veronika part came to life

Raiven: “So I just thought that the song needed me.” That's what you were thinking

Bojan: Yeaaaah

[pumpkinologists]

The Cookie Process

Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: You and Spencer decide to make cookies

Warnings: none

Enjoy!

Sounds of confusion and kitchen utensils clanging together in the kitchen would be the first sound someone would hear if they walked through the door. Currently, you and Spencer were working on making cookies. Although the unmixed concoction that sat in the bowl looked like a horrible ratio between ingredients. 

You were shaking your head as you read the recipe that was pinched between your flour-covered fingers. Spencer, how many teaspoons of salt did you put in there?" You looked into the bowl and back at the yellowed paper. "Teaspoons?" Spencer stopped looking for whatever he was looking for.

"Spencer!" You groaned and set the recipe down on the messy counter. "What? Was it supposed to be teaspoons? I could have sworn it said tablespoons." He reached over you and picked up the sheet off the counter. He scanned over the words, and his eyes went wide. "Oh, come on. I could have sworn it said table, not tea," he mumbled to himself with a frustrated groan. 

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you picked up a stick of butter. "It's fine." You shrugged and sighed lightly. Spencer was frowning as he watched you put the stick of butter into the bowl. "Maybe it'll help balance out the vanilla you spilled," he grumbled, searching the counter for something again.

You gasped and put a hand over your heart, pretending like he had offended you deeply. "That was an accident," you pouted, and you nudged your shoulder with his. He huffed and started to measure out the brown sugar.  

After the salt mishap, he seemed to be reading the instructions more carefully and talking to you a lot less. You pouted, crossing your arms. You stared at Spencer. "Why'd you stop talking?" you asked. He only shrugged defiantly. You rolled your eyes at him. "Well, if you don't start talking soon I'm going to take egg cracking privileges away from you." you threatened walking to the fridge and taking out two eggs. 

Spencer froze and gasped dramatically. "But you promised I could crack them!" He turned around to look at you, a measuring cup full of brown sugar in hand. You shook your head and furrowed your eyebrows. "Nuh uh. I did no such thing."

His face looked like you had just stolen something precious from him. "Uh, yes, you did," he countered. His facial expression was challenging. "You said, and I quote," he cleared his throat. "'I promise you can crack the eggs, okay, Spence?'" he said slowly, almost like he was talking to a toddler.

You glared at him, cursing his stupid eidetic memory. He walked over to you, plucked the two eggs right out of your hands, and smiled. "Thank you very much." You continued to stare holes in his back as he placed the eggs on the marble and picked his cup of brown sugar back up.

Spencer usually wasn't wrong, and on the rare occasion he was, he would just go silent. You and him were the same in that aspect, so right now you just stood frozen in place. You could practically see the smirk on his face right now, even with his back turned to you.

Accepting your defeat, you walked beside Spencer. You looked at him, jutting out your bottom lip. He didn't look up or even acknowledge your presence. With a sharp inhale you crossed your arms. "Spencer." a grunt only came from the man as he was now focused on cracking the two eggs. 

A light scowl adorned your face, and you watched his movements. "Talk to me." He stopped mid-motion and looked up at you. "No." He refused, and his attention was on the egg again. "You're no fun." You felt like a little kid. He started to mix the ingredients. "I'll talk to you on one condition." He looked up from the bowl, still stirring.

Your eyes lit up. "What is it?" you asked hopefully. He tried to repress a laugh. "You have to clean up!" He made it sound like you were about to receive the most amazing gift in the world. You frowned, "What? No." He was now looking back down at the bowl. Well, I guess Im not talking," he continued to pay attention to his mixing, while you sat and watched him, frowning when you realized he wasn't bluffing. Finally, you had enough. 

Making a sound of defiance, you gave in. "Fine. I'll clean." you muttered sadly, looking down at the ground. "What was that?" Spencer finished stirring, setting the spoon down next to the bowl. You shook your head with a scoff. "You heard me." he shook his head back, "I did not hear you." he raised his eyebrows and leaned back against the counter. 

A whine left your lips. "Don't make me say it again. Please." He only shrugged and looked away from you, crossing his arms. You pouted and took a deep breath. "I'll clean." You didn't look at him as he let out a small laugh. "I knew I could get you to say it." He grinned triumphantly and began to pull the baking sheet over to him.

Before he could scoop out a ball of cookie dough, you reached over and took some out yourself, eating it before he could say anything. He looked from you to the bowl and gulped anxiously. "Hey! You're not supposed to eat it raw." You only smiled deviously. He said your name seriously. "I'm serious. one in twenty-thousand eggs has salmonella! You could accidentally kill yourse—" you cut him off with a laugh. 

"Why are you laughing? This is," he said, creased his eyebrows, and sighed. "This is serious." You stopped laughing and looked up at him, saying, "Spencer. In all my years of eating cookie dough, I have not gotten sick once." You bit your lip, trying not to laugh at the terrified expression on his face.

"But the CDC says—" your cut him off again  and took some of the cookie dough from the bowl again. "Who cares what the CDC says? Live a little." Spencer shook his head when you pushed the chunk of cookie dough towards his face. "No. I'm not risking anything." he took your wrist into his hand and tried to pull it away from his face. 

You chuckled and resisted his grip. Please, Spence, just try it." He still shook his head, trying to get the dough away from his face. "I would never lie to you. I promise it's fine." Spencer continued to say no, pushing your hand away every time it came close to his face.

Sighing, you set your hand down at your side and pouted. "Fine, I guess I'll be the only fun one around here." You mumbled and brought your hand up to put the chunk of cookie dough in your mouth again. Spencer's eyes widened, and he put out his hands and said, "Stop!" His eyes were darting everywhere, trying to get you to stop eating the raw dough. 

"Look," he said, trying to come up with a reasonable way to make the situation better. He gulped nervously and slowly started. "If I try some, will you stop?" His eyes were wide as he watched your reaction. You smiled brightly and nodded your head.

Still smiling, you scooped a piece out of the bowl. You handed it to him, and he took it between his fingers. He started at it and gulped nervously. He looked back at you, and you nodded encouragingly.

He was hesitant when he brought the chunk to his lips, inserting it into his mouth like it would explode at any second. You watched intently, a smile on your lips. Spencer furrowed his eyebrows as he chewed. His eyes, which were shut tightly, slowly started to open, and his expression was filled with surprise when the taste coated his tongue.

He finished chewing and swallowed, his face confused. Seeing this, you grinned widely and clasped your hands together. He watched you silently, not saying a word. "See! I told you!" You put your hands on your hips and watched him shake his head. "Just because it tastes good doesn't outweigh the fact that it is extremely harmful to digest," he tried to argue.

"Oh, it totally outweighs the danger," you said with a mouthful. He seemed to be staring at the bowl now. He looked like he was about to start salivating if he didn't get another bite, but he was too stubborn to prove you right. "Oh, come on, Spence," you said, looking at him holding up a piece in front of him. "You know you want more."

He looked away from you, then looked back with a defeated expression. He sighed, but then a faint smile came onto his lips. "You know what." He took your wrist into his hand and pulled your finger to his mouth, eating the cookie dough right out of your hand. He spoke with his mouth full. "You're right. The taste does outweigh the danger."

He swallowed and smiled. "And the salt really did balance out the vanilla."

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Curtis And Honey Autumn This Or That 🍂

Week Five: Baking Cookies or Eating Pie

Summary- Short Drabble. Curtis x Plus!Sized Reader. Curtis finds you baking in the kitchen and you manage to lift his spirits.

Warnings- Implied Smut.

This is an 18+ Only Blog.

A/N- Ahhh thank you! You all are the best and thank you for all your support with this little series. Don't forget to vote on Friday for the next activity shared. Happy Reading!

Curtis and Honey This or That Masterlist

Life Is Short So Make It Sweet Masterlist

“Welp till next year.” Curtis gave a sigh, one filled with yearning for next spring when he could roll his Camaro out of the garage into the gleaming sunshine. But now that fall was here and winter wouldn’t be far behind, already the cold was blistering as the winds coming off the lake chased away any illusion of summer, it was time to put her to bed. 

And it was one of the reasons he didn’t look forward to the end of autumn. As much as you loved the cool weather, he much preferred warm summer where the Camaro got to run the roads, bonfires and beer were a nightly thing and his Honey was wearing all the very tempting sundresses. 

You made him appreciate fall a little more, although he probably never really love it because of the cold.

Now that the Camaro was put away safely, he worked on picking up his garage, making sure that his tools were placed back and any of the excess oil and gas he had used was prepared to be properly disposed of. With a wipe of his hands on his rag, he started to go inside. 

Opening the door was a blast of sweet heat, the aroma reminiscent of when his gram was alive. He inhaled deeply as he was sure to close the door behind him, his stomach rolling with desire at what he was smelling. 

You stood at the nearby kitchen countertop, swaying in place while you were sifting flour into a large bowl. Ingredients for your favorite cookies were scattered across the counter in a bit of chaos that you made sense of. “It smells like heaven in here.” Curtis muttered to you while you tossed a grin at him, grabbing at your spoon to give a mix. “What is in the oven?” 

“Your favorite Curtis.”

“The chocolate chunk with flaky sea salt?” He asked rather hopeful.  

You pinched some dough from the nearby chocolate chunk cookie bowl, holding it up for Curtis to taste. He did, enthusiastically, nibbling on your fingertips and sucking all remnants of sugar from them. “You can be my taste tester.” You offered. “But they gotta come out of the oven first.” 

“I'm willing to wait.” Curtis informed you while making his way to the sink to scrub his hands clean from before, then as you continued mixing your cookie dough, he did up the few dishes you used so they were clean for your next use. 

“What are you baking all these for though?” He asked while you popped your batch out of the oven. 

“Bake sale, we’re trying to raise some money for the drama club since their isn’t really any extra this year.” Your tone tinged on frustrated, Curtis knowing fully how strained you were feeling with the school this year. “You finish putting away the Camaro?” 

Swiftly changing the subject, Curtis suspected it was because you were just exhausted about it at this point, he let it slide for your sake. He nodded as he eased into a nearby bar stool opposite of where you were baking. Still nearby, but out of your way. “She is all in bed and waiting for next summer. I was dreading it…” 

“But?” you broke a chocolate chunk cookie in half after it came out of the oven, letting the steam escape to cool off. You leaned across the counter to reach Curtis, offering if to him. 

Taking his first bite, he chewed slowly, savoring it. It was so reminiscent of his childhood that it made him feel so happy right in that moment. “But I come inside to this and suddenly life is fucking good and sweet, I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He said with sincerity that made you beam happily at him. 

“The garage is heated, right?” You questioned while eating the other half of the cookie, Curtis reaching over to steal another, the gooey chocolate to much of a temptation for him to resist. 

“Yeah, I mean not like the house but I keep it warm. Alot of our water pipes go through the garage and when they freeze its always a bitch to thaw back out.” He stated, more focused on his cookie at the second then what you were starting to hint at. 

“Well…” You lean against the counter, wiggling your brows suggestively at him. “The Camaro might now be driveable but we can still make use of her then.” 

He swallowed suddenly, the suggestive interest flaring in his gaze and now baking cookies was no longer on your agenda. “Pretty Girl, I fucking love the way you think.” He snapped up to a stand, making you giggle as you wriggled out of your apron. “You need to do anymore?” 

“That last batch is due to come out right now.” You tossed your apron on the counter and he tilted his head to the garage. 

“Get your sweet ass in the backseat Pretty Girl, I will be right in.” He grabbed at the pot holders to hurry up and get the sugar cookies out so he could follow after you.

[the-infamous-eel]

I don't cook my chili from a recipe anymore, but rather by knowing what flavors I want and how to cook to achieve them. However, @theoutcastrogue asked for the recipe, so here's a guide, instead.

Before I begin, a couple of caveats. This was developed through trial and error. Nothing was written down. There's little in the way of measurements or exact times. Vibes only

Ingredients

1 lb ground ground beef. Cubed chuck roast or stew meat is great, too. Use whatever you want, I don't care. I'm not the chili cops

1 white onion, diced

3 large cloves of garlic, minced

Chilies. In this case I used 2 Fresnos, 1 jalapeño, and 1 Serrano. De-seeded and chopped fine. This was a spicy chili, but I hate spicy for spicy's sake. It's all about heat and flavor, so soaked my chilies in water and vinegar to take some of the heat out, but leave the flavors. I like to control the spice (because he who controls the spice, blah blah blah) and adjust for heat later, so this gives me wiggle room. You can also use less chilies or sub in poblanos or Anaheims. You can also use dried chilies, but that's all you.

1 can of chipotle peppers in adobo sauce. From this I took 3 peppers and rinsed them off. Again, reducing the initial heat so I can adjust manually later. These I chopped up, seeds and all. I reserved 2 tablespoons of the adobo sauce to use when adjusting heat (I never had to, btw. It was perfect)

About a half cup of whatever spice mix you like. Again, I'm not the spice cops. I used about a tablespoon each of chili powder, ancho chili powder, smoked paprika, and about a teaspoon of cumin, coriander, salt, pepper, and Tajin. Maybe some others I can't remember

Tomato paste

1 can of diced tomatoes (14 oz)

1 can of kidney beans (12 oz). When I'm making a larger batch, I'll use 2 (two) 12 oz cans of tomatoes and a can of kidney beans, plus a can of black or pinto beans. Do whatever you like.

Fresh lime

Ok, on to the process... heat up a couple of tablespoons of oil in a large Dutch oven or stew pot, over medium heat. Toss in your onions and a pinch of salt and turn the heat down a notch. Sweat out the onion for about 10 minutes, stirring frequently until they begin to get soft and translucent. Now throw in the diced chilies (draining first, of course). Keep stirring for another 10 minutes.

While this is cooking down, take 1/3 of your spice mix and work it into your ground beef (or coat all your stew meat in the spice)

Finally, add the garlic and cook for another 5 minutes. It should all look like this

Now remove everything with a slotted spoon or whatever spoon or ladle like implement you have. Set it aside.

Now turn the heat back up to medium high. There should be just enough oil left in the pot to sear up your beef, so toss that in when it gets hot again. Break it apart, but don't stir that shit yet. LET IT BROWN! Just leave it alone for like 2 minutes. Ok, good? Now toss in another 1/3 of your spice mix and give a stir. Get it good and coated. Stir occasionally until browned.

Drain the fat a little, but leave some. Now toss in your chipotles and about a half a tablespoon of tomato paste and let that cook for a minute or two, stirring occasionally. Add all the onion, chilies, and garlic. Stir it up and let the flavors mingle. It should look like this...

As a brief aside, I'm a huge proponent of letting each addition cook down a little, letting each new ingredient have a chance to make friends with everything else. It builds layers of flavor. It takes time, though. If you're in a rush, that's ok. It'll still taste good if you want to just add things together quicker and add more stuff at once. Might not be as good, but still good.

Next, it bean time. Not much to say here. Beans go in, everything gets stirred around a bit for while. Couple minutes, maybe.

After everything has done a meet and greet for a few minutes, add your tomatoes and the last 3rd of your spice mix. Stir. Wait a minute. Stir. Wait another minute. Stir. Now taste!! It's ok if at this point it tastes a little tinny, or little too much like tomatoes from a can. Don't worry about it. You did just add a big-ass can of tomatoes, but that's gonna mellow out as it cooks down. However, if it's bothering you, like it did me, or if it's already too spicy, here's where you can add your secret ingredients. Bacon, rendered down and chopped up is always a good choice. For this batch I drizzled in maybe a teaspoon of maple syrup (that real shit. No fake butter flavored corn syrup) and a quarter cup cream.

At this point everything should be well mingled and the flavors are starting to really meld. You may be tempted to adjust the heat at this point. You do you, cowboy, but I'd save that for near the end. And we're nowhere near the end, just through the hard part.

Put a lid on it. Turn the heat down to low. Let it simmer. My stove cranks out a decent amount of heat, even at the lowest end of the dial, so that's where I set it. If your stove top isn't a gas furnace the likes of which would make Hephaestus jealous, maybe just a touch above low. Bubbly simmer, but not boiling is what you're looking for.

Brab a beverage of your choice, set a timer for 30-45 minutes, and go fuck off and do something else. I finished up the UC Vanguard questline in Starfield for the 3rd time. Every 30-45 minutes, go stir it. Make sure it's not reducing too much. If it is, add a touch of beef broth or water. Taste it. Savor the anticipation of a good-ass bowl of chili in your future.

Keep that up anywhere from an hour-ish to whenever. I let mine go for 2 1/2 or 3 hours. About 30 minutes before you plan on serving it, give it another taste. Nows when you can adjust for seasoning, spice level, etc. I probably put enough chili peppers in for a batch twice this size, so it was spicy. Delicious, but spicy. I added another 1/4 cup of cream to cut it a bit. It's your call.

After letting any adjustments meld into the rest of the flavors for about 30 minutes, serve it up!! I squeezed some fresh lime juice over it, and served it with sour cream, shreddy cheese, and some pickled red onions I started before I began my chili journey. Bone Apple Teeth!

[fanficbarbie]

❝baby, i'm the sweetest.❞

read the rest of the series before this chapter or you’re getting spoilers.

A/N: i just got through midterms so sorry this chapter took so long. enjoy this chapter of interactions between the delicious trio. this also isn't edited so ignore any mistakes. enjoy ★ ˙ᵕ˙ liv

Chapter Summary: ellie gets into a fight at school and calls the sweetest baker for help.

Chapter Warnings: fighting, bruising, language, alcohol, slight age gap (F!MC and Joel are 6 years apart), threatening (brief), arguing (brief), symptoms of anxiety and depression.

Key Tags: chef! Joel, single! father Joel, no outbreak! Joel Miller, slow burn, dual-pov, fluff, flirting, friendship, eventually established relationship, eventual smut, original character, black!fem!MC, no y/n.

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For the next three weeks, I had fallen into a routine of seeing Joel every day at 10 p.m. when he’d come over to cook dinner and pick Ellie up from my house. Although I love baking, I detest cooking. Maybe it’s my sweet tooth, but I’m grateful that Joel has taken over that role in my life. If it weren’t for him I’d be eating takeout every day.

I’d lay awake every night and think about the details of his face. His salt and pepper facial hair, his rough hands, the burns on his forearms. My thoughts swirled with Joel as I tossed and turned in bed. I’d repeat the same words to myself over and over again until my face turned blue.

We’re just friends, Ginny. He doesn’t want you that way.

As the owner, I rarely take days off work from Daylight. But, on days like today, my body informs me that I’ve reached the end of my rope. Burnout.

The rain falls softly outside against the window and I moan at the feeling of the cool glass on my temple. My eyes dart down to the bustling city, hoping to have my mind on anything but this recipe for a while.

Suddenly my phone starts ringing, sending me jolting upright. My hands feel in the blankets for the slender device. Once I find it, I don’t check the caller ID before picking it up.

“Hello?” I say into the receiver.

I hear a voice on the other side clear their throat. “Hi, is this Ginny?” I hear a fake sweet voice come through the speaker.

My face screws when I try to pin the voice down to a person. “Ellie?” I question the other person on the line.

I hear a loud sigh, simulating the wind blowing in my ear. “Yeah. Thank fuck you answered,” she counts her blessings.

Taking the phone away from my screen, I look at the random numbers I’m familiar with. “Why are you calling me from the Principal’s office?” I ask her.

Ellie shuffles and I hear the office chair beneath her squeak. “About that…” she starts.

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I close my eyes. “Cut to the chase,” I rush her so I can get back to my day of relaxing.

I hear Ellie inhale a sharp draw of breath. “Joel is super busy because he has a fucking tasting event going on right now. This is gonna sound crazy so first you have to say no and then you have to say yes,” she rambles quickly.

My eyes roll as I stand from the comfort of my window seat. “Land the fucking plane, El,” I goan.

There’s a momentary pause where I think I’m going to reach through the phone and strangle Joel’s crotch child if she delays any longer. “I got in a fight and I need you to pretend to be my mom or something so you can pick me up from school,” she explains.

My jaw drops as soon as I register the words. “You what? Argh, Ellie,” I complain. I love the kid but I have boundaries, and this is not how I wanted to spend my day off.

“Please, Ginny? Please? Please? Please?” she begs and I shake my head. 

My feet shuffle up the steps to my bedroom so I can change into more acceptable clothing. “Fine, but only because I don’t want to think about apple pie for a little while,” I conceded, trying to figure out how long it would take me to get to Jackson High.

My hands push on the bar into the office. Crinkling my nose at the LED lights above me, I walk up to the person at the desk. “Hi. I’m Imogen Miller. I’m here to pick up my daughter, Ellie Williams,” I introduce myself, lying a bit. I can’t fight the feeling that Joel’s last name sounds good with my first.

The woman in front of me raises an eyebrow at me. “Oh,” she says almost in disgust, looking me up and down. Fucking cunt. “Let me go get her from in-school suspension,” she grumbles, taking her leave.

 Fuck you you fucking bitch. “Yeah, you do that,” I snip lowly at her.

I pace around the room, anxiously waiting to see the brunette girl walk through the door. Fuck, I will burn down this whole school if she has so much as a cut on her lip. “So you’re Ellie’s mom,” I hear a curious voice come from behind me.

When I turn around, an older lady is standing with her daughter. The kid can’t be much older than Ellie and she’s covered in stitches. “And you are?” I ask with attitude. After being in this school for 10 minutes I don’t want to interact with another person for the rest of the weekend.

She crosses her arms and purses her lips at me. “The mom of the girl your daughter attacked,” she accuses Ellie.

My first ball so tightly, I think I might draw blood. You can’t fight a mom in a school, Imogen. You’re an adult. “My daughter wouldn’t attack anyone,” I defend Ellie, though I know nothing about the fight. 

I will always defend the ones I love in public, then scold them later about the situation. And that’s exactly how I plan to handle this situation.

“Are you kidding me? Look at her face?” The blonde woman hisses.

My eyes roam up and down her daughter’s body. The kid is as tall as me and Ellie only comes up to my chest. “I’m more so looking at her stature. You let a little girl do all that?” I taunt gesturing towards her face.

The blonde rolls her eyes. “It’s obvious we’re not going to get anywhere. Your kid is just as crazy as you,” she scoffs.

My blood boils and I can feel the steam coming from my ears. “Again, my kid. Who I will choose how to discipline. Now you have a nice day,” I finish her.

She sticks her nose up as high in the air as it’ll go, turning around.

Shaking my head, I decide it’s probably best to find a water fountain as soon as possible so I can cool down. Just as I come up for air from the short fountain, another person approaches me. “Hi, are you Ellie’s mom?” the tall black man asks.

I shift putting one hand on my hip. “Yes. What is it now?” I dig at him.

The man’s cheeks fill with a soft plum color. “Nothing, Mrs. Miller. I’m Mr. Henry, the freshman art teacher,” he introduces himself with a hand extended. “Nice to meet you,” he 

My eyes widen and my skin boils with embarrassment. “Oh, I’m sorry. I met a rude parent. She still has my head frazzled. It’s nice to meet you too,” I politely shake his hand.

He pivots to stand next to me as I start walking down the hall. “Your daughter is quite the artist,” he compliments Ellie.

A smile covers my face thinking about how others see the brilliant girl. “Thank you,” I murmur.

“Must run in the family. What do you do?” He asks.

“Oh, I– Ellie’s not,” I babble, pausing to clear my throat. Get it together and play your role, Imogen. “I’m a baker,” I answer confidently.

Mr. Henry nods, pausing by the door of the office. “Wow. A baker for a mom and a chef for a dad. She must have the best school lunches,” he ponders.

I shrug, reaching for the door handle. “Something like that. Although Joel has a bias against too many sweet treats,” I joke, stepping into the office.

Mr. Henry smiles, holding the door open for me. “I could see that,” he murmurs.

Across the room, the opposite set of double doors open. Ellie strolls in behind the office assistant. “Here she is. You can go ahead and sign her out for me,” the assistant instructs me.

“It was nice meeting you,” Mr. Henry offers a smile before turning towards Joel’s daughter. “Try to stay out of trouble, Ellie,” he advises.

Ellie’s hand goes up and she gives a small wave. “Bye, Mr. Henry. See you Monday,” she bids him a goodbye.

Once my signature is on the paper, I don’t bother waiting for the ink to dry. I’m nearly ready to drag Ellie out of here. “Done. Let’s go, El,” I announce, slamming the pen down on the desk.

Ellie looks up at me, practically bouncing with excitement when I wrap my fingers around her arm, pulling her out of the office. As soon as we make it outside, I bring us to a screeching halt. “The fuck happened to your eye? Was it that cunt’s daughter? I will fuck both of them up, Ellie. I swear to god,” I rant, patting her body for any more signs of damage.

Ellie grabs my wrists to stop me. “Dude, calm down. I handled it. She had to get 15 stitches,” Ellie boasts proudly.

Instead of checking for bruises, my hands smooth out her school uniform. “That’s fuckin right. I ain't raise no bitch,” I grumble.

Ellie sighs while I fix her sweater. “Um, Ginny. You didn’t raise me at all,” she points out with a raised eyebrow.

A flush creeps onto my face as I realize my mistake. Ellie’s not my kid. “You’re right. Don’t tell Joel I said that,” I beg her to cut me some slack. 

After all, it’s the least she can do for me. I did pick her up from school. “Actually, don’t tell Joel about any of this shit,” I clarify with fear that Joel will be angry with Ellie.

We begin to walk towards my tiny Volkswagen Bug. Ellie throws her head back in frustration. “Ugh, what am I gonna do? He’s going to notice my eye,” she groans.

I click the unlock button on the key. “What happened?” I ask.

Ellie’s head turns back towards the school. “That cunt, Bethany, wouldn’t leave me alone,” she says as though she’s waiting on Bethany to come after her.

I put my hand on the top of her head, turning her head back towards me. “And what did she say?” I ask.

Ellie shrugs and she stops to kick some dirt on the path. “I don’t know,” she lies, head hanging low.

Once we reach the car, I move my hands to her shoulders. “El, you do know,” I reiterate so she knows I’m serious.

Ellie nods, and her eyes dart towards the ground. “I know…. She wouldn’t stop telling me I was a pussy and I couldn't handle shit myself. I told her I didn't want to fight but she shoved me,” she explains.

My hand yanks on the handle of the passenger side. “That’s good enough for me. You were defending yourself from a bully. I’m sure your dad will see it the same way,” I say to Ellie as she slides into the seat.

Once we’re both in the car, I pull up the McDonalds app on my phone. “Now, it’s free fries Friday. Shall we?” I ask, starting the ignition.

I hear Ellie click her seatbelt before shifting towards me. “We shall,” she responds with a slight small.

I shift the gear into drive. “That’s fucking right. I knew you were my kid,” I cheer, pulling off onto the main road.

Ellie lays in my bed, cuddled up with a Grogu stuffie around 10 pm that night. The light from the TV in my room fills the room and the noise of medical machines beeping layers perfectly with Ellie’s snores. We haven’t left the bed since we got back from Jackson High. As soon as we got back, we immediately turned on Grey’s Anatomy and gorged on snacks. 

Now hours later, my phone buzzes repeatedly and my head snaps over, hoping it won’t wake the traumatized child up. I quickly crawl to the end of the bed, swiping my phone up from the ground before lowering my feet to the floor. I quickly scurry across the room to my on-suite bathroom, sliding the door closed.

A picture of me and Joel on Halloween covers the screen and I smile a bit. He’s just here to pick up his daughter, Imogen. Not to see you.

My finger presses the green button, and I bring the phone up to my head. “Hey,” I say lowly.

“Sugar, I’m outside your back door,” Joel's husky voice dances on my ear drums.

My feet tip-toe across the tile to the window that faces the back. Pulling the curtain to the side, I look down at where Joel is standing with a wine bottle in his hand. He’s patiently waiting for me or Ellie to open the door. “Spare key is under the mat,” I direct him.

He shifts a bit and tucks the bottle under his arm. “You’re jokin',” he sighs.

My head shakes and then I realize, he can’t see me. “No. I don’t feel like coming down 3 flights of steps so, let yourself in,” I tell him.

He groans, before reaching down to lift the mat. He picks up the pink sparkly key, holding it in the air before shaking his head. “That’s not what I meant but I’ll be up in a second,” he grumbles, sticking the key into the door.

“Sounds good, we’re in my room,” I inform him before clicking the red button on the screen.

A minute or two passes and I turn to my side, checking to make sure Ellie’s still asleep. Her brows furrow in her sleep and I gnaw on my lip watching her struggle, even in her dreams.

Joel’s footsteps slowly make their way closer to my room and I see his shadowy figure slowly push the door open. He pokes his head in, surveying the room when his eyes land on mine. “Hi,” he greets me with a small smile.

Dear god, he’s going to give me a heart attack. He’s so fucking cute and I find myself lighting up when I see him. A smile creeps onto my face when Joel steps into the room. “Hi,” I whisper before looking back down at Ellie.

“How long's she been out?” I hear Joel ask.

“Only 30 minutes,” I huff out.

My eyes find Joel’s again as he sets the bottle of wine down on my mantel. “Damn it. She’s gonna be mad when I wake her,” he foretells.

My eyes roam up and down his body, savoring how good he looks in the moonlight. His hair has grown a bit longer since Halloween, curling up slightly at the ends. “Maybe she should stay tonight,” I suggest.

Joel shrugs his jacket off, hanging it on a wall hook. “Why?” he asks.

“Come. Sit,” I demand, patting the empty spot at the end of the bed.

Joel kicks his shoes off by his jacket before sauntering over. He lowers his body awkwardly onto the edge of the bed with clasped hands. My hand reaches out towards him and he takes it, allowing me to pull him closer to me.

The warmth of his hands has me reluctant to let go. “Don’t freak out,” I preface once he’s close enough.

His eyes observe my face, and I assume he’s looking for any sign of emotion. “Darlin’, whenever you start a sentence like that I lose my shit,”

“Well, don't,” I command him before my hands slowly move to Ellie’s hoodie. She’s lying on her side with her back facing the both of us, so Joel can’t see her bruised face. I grab the edge of the fabric, pulling it back just enough to reveal the purple circle on her face. 

Joel sucks air in through his teeth and his upper body tenses. He leans over a bit more to get a better look at the black eye, dramatically dipping the bed. Ellie seemingly senses this and her body shifts to face us. 

Neither I nor Joel take a breath, waiting to see if Ellie’s going to wake up. She lets out a small grunt and her eyes flutter open. “Joel?” she whispers, squinting up at him.

Joel pulls the blanket up, tucking her in. “It’s okay, baby girl. You can go back to sleep,” he reassures her.

“Mmmm okay,” Ellie sighs, snuggling into the pink silk.

I slide towards the end of the mattress, grab Joel's wrist, and pull him into the ensuite bathroom. As soon as the door is closed, I turn around to face him. 

The first thing I notice is the prominent scowl on his face and his tense shoulders. “The hell happened to her face?” he grits.

My nose scrunches with disdain. “Don’t fucking snap at me, Joel,” I whisper yell at him.

He crosses the room, trapping me in between the counter and his body with nowhere to move. There’s nowhere for me to move and even if I wanted to, I’m frozen in place. “Fuck. I’m sorry, sugar,” he apologizes, putting his hands on my hips. 

His fingers slightly slide under my shirt and I shiver before he lays his full palms on my waist. His eyes flutter closed and he leans closer to me, resting his forehead on mine.

He hums and I know this is just platonic. He doesn’t want you Imogen, he’s just trying to ground himself. “She called me to pick her up around 11. Said the girl was an antagonistic bully. She shoved Ellie and called her a pussy,” I ramble while Joel’s thumbs trace a comforting pattern onto my skin.

He sighs and his eyes stay closed. “Ginny,” he says lowly.

“and Ellie rightfully beat her ass. I’m just saying to go easy on her for the next few days. Bitches are mean and I would’ve fought at 14 too if that cunt stepped to me like that. Did you teach her how to fight? Because she wiped the floor with that girl,” I continue, getting irritated about the situation all over again.

Joel opens his eyes, leaning back a bit. “Ginny,” he repeats.

“Oh, the school probably called you already. If they say I cussed out a parent, they’re fucking liars,” my nostrils flare, but Joel’s no fool. He probably already knows the truth.

My eyes search Joel’s face for any type of reaction before I continue. His face is entirely blank, confusing me more. “Gin—“

“What Joel?” I annoyingly cut him off.

He clears his throat, tucking a stray curl behind my ear. “Thank you,” he says calmly.

I chuckle, shaking my head. “You don’t have to thank me,” I tell him, looking away.

Dejavu clouds my brain when Joel bends his knees, forcing me to look at him. “I do. Ellie’s not your responsibility and she shouldn’t have called you. She should’ve called me,” he reiterates and I try not to get lost in his chocolate irises.

My head nods and I lick my lips, still salty with chip remnants. “Yes but Joel, I would much rather her call me than not say anything at all. What if she got arrested or worse? At least she’s safe. A win is a fucking win,” I argue.

He nods, scratching his eyebrow. “She talk to you after?” he asks.

“Mmhm,” I answer.

“How was she?” he follows up.

I shift to lean on my other leg. “Quiet. Usually, the first thing she does when she sees me is regurgitate one of your dad jokes, but she’s barely said a word since we got back,” I note.

“Damn it,” Joel swears, pacing around the large bathroom. “Damn it,” he grits a little louder.

He runs his hands through his hair, slightly tugging at the roots. “What should I do?” he asks, voice laced with concern.

I gnaw on my lip faced once again with the fear of telling Joel how to parent. He stops pacing, waiting for me to answer. “Joel, I don’t know,” I sigh, quite frankly stressed the fuck out.

He shakes his head and lets out a client grunt. “You do. You’re just bitin' your tongue because you don’t want to step on my toes,” he speaks with his hands.

I step forward, grabbing his hands to try and soothe him. His calloused palms feel rough against my smooth moisturized ones. “Just be there for her and love her. Just keep loving her Joel,” I advise.

He adjusts our palms so his hands are on the outside. “Okay. Thank you, again,” he grunts.

The silence between us is comfortable, but Joel’s blinking is slow. “You look tired. Go lay down next to Ellie while I make my bed in the spare room,” I instruct him, pulling him towards the door.

His feet drag on the tile beneath us. “I can help you,” he offers.

I release one of his hands, sliding the door open. “You can help me by making me breakfast in the morning. I’m sleepy too,” I bargain, hoping he’ll make some bacon.

“Okay,” Joel whispers as we leave the bathroom. I part ways with him, heading down the hall to make up the extra bed for him. It only takes a few minutes and when I get back to my room, I catch a glimpse of Joel lying horizontally over my footboard. 

As I come closer, I see both he and Ellie are asleep. He’s on top of the covers, having shed his jeans, holding Ellie’s feet through the duvet.

I shake my head, too tired to bother waking him. He grumbles as I slide into the warmth of the bed and I roll my eyes. I didn’t expect to share my bed with one human tonight, let alone two.

I pull the covers up, careful not to kick Joel in the face as I situate myself. Like magic, my eyes close and I’m asleep within minutes.

As soon as I can form a thought, I feel a chill hit my feet. I instantly swipe them around the sheets, searching for my electric blanket. My legs intertwine a warm item and I attempt to hide my face behind Ellie’s body.

A few moments pass and I hear snickers in the room. “Go back to sleep, sugar,” I hear the man’s voice say and I try my best to ignore it. 

I groan, melting further into the warm body next to me. It’s far too early to be thinking about anything but more sleep. “Shut up, then,” I mumble.

This time the laugh is loud and deep, and it comes from underneath me. The realization that I’m curled into Joel right now sends panic up my ass.

My eyes open wide and I shoot up into a sitting position, scrambling back away from Joel. Joel reaches out to grab me but I underestimate how big my bed is when I’m suddenly tumbling backwards on the floor. 

My body connects with the ground with a loud thud. “Oooo,” I hear Ellie groan.

 Joel peers over the edge of the mattress. “You alright?” he checks, voice laced with concern.

My hand pushes his out of the way. “I’m fine. Just got spooked. Not used to people being here is all,” I partially lie. 

The problem isn’t with them staying here, it’s my feelings for Joel. “Sorry we scared you darlin’,” Joel apologizes.

Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I stand from the floor. “It’s okay. Shit. What time is it?” I ask the two sitting on top of my bed.

Ellie shovels another forkful of pancakes into her mouth. “11:30,” she mumbles through chewing.

My eyes go wide and I feel an oncoming spiral approaching. My chest gets tight as the panic sets in. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I swear, looking for my phone under the 5 layers of blankets. “The bakery opened 3 hours ago,” I tell them, patting the top of the covers to find my phone.

Joel grabs my wrist, ceasing any movement I’m making. “Relax. I checked with Grace. They’re doin' fine,” he reports with a small smile.

The gaze lingers between us for a moment too long causing a sizzling feeling to linger in the air. Joel looks down at where we connect, quickly pulling his hand back. “Ginny, come on. Joel made breakfast,” Ellie beams before popping a crispy slice of bacon in her mouth.

I rub my eyes, trying to get out any crust that might be in them. “You did?” I ask.

Joel nods and I admire his bedhead. “Least I could do, sugar,” he says nonchalantly.

Ellie stands from the bed, holding her empty plate in her hands. I follow after her, excited to soothe my rumbling stomach. 

Once we’re in the kitchen, I’m hit with the realization that I hate cooking. There hasn’t been food in my house since last Thanksgiving. “Where did you get the bacon?” I ask Joel over my shoulder.

“Stopped by my place earlier,” Joel discloses.

My heart warms and a smile so big covers my face it hurts. “Joel, that’s so nice,” I remark.

Ellie darts past us, putting her dishes in the dishwasher. “I have to keep working on the wall. Thanks for breakfast, Joel,” she bids us goodbye, rushing across the room.

Joel hands me a plate and I accept it, loading it up with some fresh fruit first. “You’re welcome, kiddo,” Joel replies.

“See you in a bit, El,” I call to her.

“Look, I have to go. My brother Tommy is comin' round and he doesn't come round often,” Joel says, awkwardly tapping the counter with his pointer finger.

My jaw drops and I peer up at him with regret. “Oh fuck, Joel. You should’ve woke me up,” I whine.

Joel slowly shakes his head. “Mmm, didn’t want to. You look cute when you sleep,” he compliments.

My eyes widen and I look down at my plate, praying I don’t drop it. Joel fucking Miller just called me cute. “I’m sorry,” I apologize.

“Don’t apologize. I made the decision,” Joel’s morning voice sounds like a melody to my ears.

I nod, unsure of what to say. I pick up a piece of bacon, moaning at the perfect crispiness of the meat. “Well, enjoy breakfast. Thanks again for Ellie,” Joel pipes up.

“Of course. Bye, Joel,” I wave at him as he follows his daughter.

“Bye,” Joel calls over his shoulder with a smile.

My head throws back with a groan as I shuffle towards my couch. A faint knocking sound rasps on the wooden door and I pause my movements. I wait for another knock and when I don’t hear anything, I dust it out of my mind. I sit on the couch before I hear a knock again, this time louder. My feet carry me down the stairs to my back door and when I turn the corner, I see Joel’s side profile.

He looks stressed so I quickly yank the door open. “Did you forget your knife again?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “No, sweetheart. I’m sorry for botherin’ you,” he apologizes, putting one hand on the door frame.

He leans onto the side of the bakery and the wood groans beneath him. “What’s wrong?” I ask.

He clears his throat, seemingly uncomfortable. “Are you free tomorrow?” he asks.

My brows furrow and I pull my cardigan closed over my inevitably hard nipples. “Uh, I can be. Why?” I sputter.

He closes his eyes for a moment, inhaling a harsh breath. “Maybe I’m readin’ this wrong,” he sighs.

“Reading what wrong?” I ask.

Joel removes his hand from the wall, straightening his back. “Nevermind. I’ll see you later,” he mumbles.

My eyes dart left and right. Am I in the fucking twilight zone right now? “Umm okay,” I utter.

“Bye, sugar,” he says before taking a step back, putting what feels like a mile in between us.

Somehow, I feel a pang of disappointment in my stomach that I’ve missed something. “Bye,” I say to him, stepping back and shutting the door.

Ginny without a kiss - 2, Ginny with a kiss - 0

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[atlas-likes-writing]

Some tips for my fellow fanfic writers who like to write with the Call of Duty lads! I'm not in the military myself (next year I'm going in the army as a combat medic tho) but I come from a military family. Older brother has served in the RAF for 12 years, my ex-stepdad for 22. My biological father served in the US Army and one of my mums was military police. I know a fair amount of shit that goes on (not saying I know everything though. I definitely don't). I'm gonna write a list of the stuff I have read in COD fiction that I've read that isn't entirely accurate and how to make them accurate. If you got any questions feel free to ask! Can't say I'll be able to answer everything though.

Please note that I'm mainly going to be using my knowledge about the Air Force and the Army in the UK. Some things I talk about may be different between the branches so take what I say with a pinch of salt.

Male and female accommodation are separated and if someone is found in the opposite sex's accommodation for any reason (with the exception of maintenance) there will be SERIOUS consequences (like you can get kicked out the military for that shit).

If any SA happens in the military and is brought to court it does NOT go down well. If the accused is guilty it's an immediate dishonourable discharge (and you don't want that because then your pension and shit you've worked for will go down the drain).

I've seen this in a lot of fics with König and Ghost and it really annoys me but Colonel is a higher rank than Lieutenant by a long shot. Like by five ranks (which doesn't sound like a lot but a colonel is one below a brigadier and those guys are fucking evil I swear).

Linked to the above but higher ranking officers do not call lower ranking officers by Sir or Ma'am. Being called that is a compliment and is to be payed by lower ranks when talking to higher ranks. If a high ranking officer talks to a low ranking officer, they'll call them by their rank or their last name/callsign.

Relationships between officers and their subordinates is basically a court marshall in the military if you're not careful. Unless you can prove that the relationship can work out (doesn't usually work) they'll usually move the couple into different sections/squads to keep them separated so they don't become hindered by personal issues. Either that or they'll kick em out. Relationships between two officers is very very very vaguely okay but is still very much frowned upon.

There is a funky term the military use to describe people between the ranks of Lance Corporal and Warrant Officer called "NCO". It's an acronym that stands for "Non-Comissioned Officer". If you're not commissioned that means you're not to be saluted because only commissioned officers can be saluted. Remember that people aren't saluting the person, they're saluting the cap badge on their beret because (if we use the UK as an example) the commission is given by the reigning monarch and you're saluting them instead as a sign of respect. Soap and Gaz are examples of NCOs because they're both Sergeants!

If you're caught bullying someone in the military you'll be immediately kicked out the military within the day so don't even try it.

SAS soldiers are medically trained even if they weren't a combat medic before they signed up for it. Every single member of the SAS is able to perform emergency first aid.

There's actually a bunch of Special Forces in the UK! One is the SAS which we've all heard of but another example is SBS (there's more but I cba to explain all of them). They are of the exact same calibre as the SAS except they're the naval version. They specialise in aquatic shit. There's also the Paratroopers (the guys who jump out of planes and are generally super badass) and the Commandos (also badass, but usually without the plane jumping), as well as a bunch of other acronyms that you're gonna have to research yourself because I can NOT remember them all.

Whenever you enter the Mess (the official name for the canteen or dining hall) headdress of any kind must be taken off as a sign of respect. It's basic mess etiquette. As well as this, you aren't supposed to go on your phone. Also, do not under any circumstances disrespect the chefs. You will regret it immediately. If we go back to the first point though even though Ghost, König, Horanji and all the other mask-wearing folks hide their faces, they're still supposed to remove their masks when they enter. So maybe adapt that into your stories by instead getting a companion of theirs to get food for them!

Sort of links to the above point, but whenever you're at a military base and you're outside, you need to put headdress on. It's compulsory. If they're in civilian clothing they don't (and it's discouraged) but if they're in their in uniform they're supposed to have their berets on.

With the exception of mask-wearing people probably, whenever you go inside you're supposed to take your berets off.

Lower ranks stand to attention when talking to a higher rank as a sign of respect.

You're supposed to be super polite to officers, so if for whatever reason you need to speak your mind or elaborate an idea you can say "Permission to speak freely/bluntly." If your officer is being a dick you can say "Please excuse the tone Sir/Ma'am, but..." but try not to because they'll probably be even more of a dick to you afterwards.

Gambling is a literal no-go unless you're off-duty and off base.

If military personnel go to an event such as a wedding or funeral, they are able to wear their formal parade uniform (if that's the correct term. Please correct me if I'm wrong). Also if someone is receiving a medal they'll also wear their formal shit with the rest of their medals. They would NOT wear civilian stuff like dresses or tuxedos.

This is first aid related but if someone is stabbed do NOT take the weapon out because that thing is the only thing keeping the casualty alive cuz it's blocking up the hole. Take it out and they'll bleed out in seconds.

Salute every officer within 2 meters/6ft of you unless you yourself are not wearing your headdress. If you aren't (e.g you're inside. You're supposed to stand to attention.

If you go inside and you go into an officers office, you put your beret on before you go in and salute them at the door. When you leave you salute them again, leave, take your beret off and go about your day.

If there are multiple officers in one room and you enter, when saluting you need to look at whoever has the highest rank in the room. In most cases in COD fics it'll be to Price, König or Alejandro.

Captain is a lower rank than Colonel.

Officers salute higher ranking officers. E.g- Ghost would salute Price but Price would salute Alejandro if they're deciding to be formal for some fucking reason.

When you salute an officer, the officer should salute back as a way of accepting the compliment.

During official parades, officers carry fucking SWORDS (I'm not joking, look it up).

Punctuality-wise, if you're early to something, you're on time. If you're on time, you're late and if you're late I will send flowers to your gravestone.

Damn this was long. If you got any questions feel free to drop them in my inbox! I'm always happy to answer queries about them. Please reblog so more people can see this!

[wetcatspellcaster]

Do you have any writing tips for newbie fic writers? Your descriptions are gorgeous. Thank you for pieces BTW, it's my favorite 'piece' of writing ❤️

hi anon, thank you for the kind words!💞💞 I'm flattered that I'm someone that you'd think to ask this question, so I'll do my best to answer! I've put my response beneath a keep reading cut to prevent it being a long post :)

I wasn't sure how to interpret this question, so I'll focus on 'technical' (?) tips mostly. Hope any of them help, in some small way!

my main tip to new fic writers is: write, first and foremost, for yourself, and to feed yourself. I've seen this perspective get put through the disk-horse ringer of late, so take it or leave it, or take it with as much of a pinch of salt as you need. But truly, from the bottom of my heart and from my position of sudden newfound popularity, this is the most important lesson I was ever given and so I have to say it. Popularity is not guaranteed. Even a popular fic will have haters and people who think it objectively sucks, and the readers who like you will never be fully pleased with what you've delivered. This could all be very depressing and cause an author to lose motivation.... if you make it the criteria for success in the first place. If you make the criteria for success your own happiness (or perhaps the happiness of you and a few close pals), providing yourself with what you, specifically, want to see, you will probably want to keep writing regardless of all other factors. Produce fics that you want to reread when you need comfort, when you are sick, and when you want to see your blorbos exactly the way you want them. This will make any fic worthwhile to you, regardless of stats, and prevent you from writing things that will suffer if your heart isn't in it! (this doesn't preclude gift fics/prompts! sometimes your heart can be 100% in providing food for others. find your key motivators, and feed that - a healthy amount - if you're trying to get into writing as a hobby!)

Now, onto my writing tips! I don't consider myself an expert and these are more lessons that have helped me, specifically, to improve my writing. But maybe something in here will be of use!

Bc you say you like descriptions... I tend to go into detail only when it's an essential thing that needs to be described. Leave wider details for readers to fill in with their own beautiful mind-palaces, and this gives you permission to go ham on what matters. What is it that matters? maybe it's a piece of the environment (say, a soul jar) or maybe it's just how hot one part of your ship is, in their hot clothes or out of them. If you focus on the important stuff but leave the rest to background, this not only creates a good balance of action to description, but it also shows the reader what they should prioritise in the scene.

I also google '[WORD] synonyms' a lot, for descriptions specifically. Which seems like it might be condescending advice, but it both helps you find different words if you're worried you're repeating yourself, and sometimes confirms that yes. You are using the best word actually, as you were.

Get a good balance of complex/simplistic words, as well as a good balance of complex/simplistic sentences. Sometimes you need a flowery description, sometimes you just need to state explicitly what is happening or the way things are. Tone will shift depending on your balance of these two things, so test the waters and see what works for you!

If you feel like you've written too much dialogue, the answer is probably no, you haven't written too much dialogue - for fic specifically. Most people are reading fic bc they want their faves to interact more. You are giving them more interaction and they will probably love it.

If you find phrases you like in the books/fic you read, it isn't plagiarism to use them so long as you recontextualise them. I'm certain I've used other people's words multiple times, particularly for my descriptions/imagery, and this is totally ok so long as the context is original. If you're worried, or its a whole sentence/interaction you like, examine the sentence/interaction and work out why you like it so much. Is it the sentence structure? Is the character dynamic? Is it the way the kiss plays out? Take the things you find sexiest in other people's writing and find ways to incorporate it into your own work!

I proofread by reading aloud. Yes, I sound mental and unhinged. My cats are worried about me. But this not only helps you catch mistakes, it helps to test the flow of a sentence! If you're ever worried a sentence is too long/a line of dialogue doesn't sound in character, read it aloud! This will help you work out if it's flowing or not, and if it isn't then you'll get some clues as to why!

Don't be afraid to take risks, if you want to take risks! This can apply to anything: being brave enough to put in a joke you're not sure people will find funny, describing something in a way you're worried people will find weird, tackling something from a perspective or POV that you find challenging. This may be a more intermediate tip, but you can start with small risks, and experimenting helps you find your writing voice! Taking risks makes your writing unique :) and I can't explain how much better my writing has gotten since I gave myself specific challenges. You will not get it perfectly write 100% of the time (there are some parts of Pieces that are weak compared to other parts) but it will always help you improve.

[i-heart-hxh]

I finally read "ending D" now that the news is official, and honestly I laughed. It's such a cliche ending like you see in some other anime (including the main character being a bad parent and repeating history). It seemed like this was even alluded to with the whole "characters are living in different cities and may be so and so's child or grandchild" part. I think like you said, it being released likely has a lot to do with it being very far from any canon option (and even Togashi asked us to forgive him if anything happens to him and it becomes the de facto ending). It's undoubtedly very bad writing. What interested me a lot is Togashi saying his preferred ending is the one that he guesses will only get a 10% approval rating. I wonder what it could possibly be? My guess would be either something super pessimistic OR something super gay. But I guess we really aren't able to do anything but speculate. At least we know what the ending WON'T be now.

It baffles me as well how clichéd and typical of an ending it is, which is not normally Togashi's writing style in HxH. It feels so out of step with the rest of the series and how unconventional and trope-twisting it tends to be. I'm just repeating myself yet again, but I don't think he would have released it if he had any intentions of making an ending like it.

I've considered that ending D could be some form of joke/satire/commentary, or a challenge to himself to get to the real ending so this rejected ending doesn't end up being the de facto ending, but as usual, take both of these possibilities with a huge pinch of salt because all we can do now is speculate. It could also be an ending that was scrapped early in the series, or one that he didn't consider with any real weight. But, who knows! Only Togashi, and I don't think he's going to tell us more about it any time soon, if at all.

I'm also curious about ending C, I think a lot of people are from what I've seen! I agree that a pessimistic or gay ending are the first things that come to my mind when I think of something he thinks the majority of the audience wouldn't like but would satisfy him the most, but with him, it could be anything. Personally, I support Togashi doing whatever makes him feel most satisfied in the ending, whether I end up liking the end myself or not. After all the hard work he's put in, being able to finish it the way he wants is the best thing we can ask for.

I am grateful that ending D has been ruled out, though, as I'd certainly rather see it as a scrapped idea now than in the manga itself in some number of years.

[thebibliosphere]

Hi there. I'm wondering about how to help a friend with pots and what to do when they are having an episode, could you steer me in the right direction?

Hello! Thanks for your ask.

The first thing I am going to recommend is that you ask your friend if there is anything you can do to help them during a flare-up or episode before it happens.

They may take medications that might be helpful for you to know about so you can make sure they have access to them. They may also have other rescue methods such as taking electrolytes, compression therapy, and floor therapy (we spend a lot of time laying down with our legs elevated) which would be useful to have someone run and fetch while they lie down and try to get things under control.

If you're asking about things you can have on you or in your home, I'm again going to recommend you ask your friend for products that they use or could be helpful, but something that really helps us are electrolytes and salty snacks--which are good to have on hand anyway because you never know when you personally might also need them!

(They're good if you've had a bad bout of food poisoning and are dehydrated.)

Ask your friend if they have a comfort/safe salty snack food, then try to keep a couple of them in your kitchen if you can. It can be really hard to eat anything when you're in an episode, so having something which you know is "safe" is really helpful.

For electrolytes, if you're in the US, the brand Vitassium is pretty good and shelf-stable. They also come in some fun flavors other than "salt," which is what all mine taste of because I'm allergic to sugars. But again, ask your friend as they may have a brand they prefer, and you can keep them in your kitchen/medical kit on the off chance they are ever needed. Things like Gatorade can also be useful in a pinch.

Other than that, things like making sure we can lie down and elevate our legs and having blankets on hand so we can stay warm are also very helpful. I can't speak for everyone, but when my episodes happen, I'm either freezing cold or roasting hot, so it's nice to be prepared for that.

But yeah, talk to your friend and find out from them. Everyone is different, but hopefully, some of that can be useful to you! And thank you for wanting to be a good friend. It's nice to know people care!