#GF Forms for trays

[thebutlerspottery]

My Journey of Making Trays - From Meat Trays to GF Forms

Making pottery has been an evolution. I am sharing how the trays I make have evolved from using meat Styrofoam trays to purchased GF forms

[moonstruckme]

hello, hello! can i ask for an au of emt!marauders? she had a minor accident maybe in her work or college and they got called in without knowing that it was her? (shes their gf) 💘

How could I refuse??

cw: minor head injury, the teeniest tiniest hint of a praise kink

emt!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1.5k words

You’re sitting on the curb holding a bag of ice to your head when the ambulance cuts its sirens, coming to a stop. The door opens and boots hit the pavement in front of you. 

“Dollface?”

You blink up into the sun. “Sirius?”

He crouches by your knees, worry making itself at home in the crease between his brows. “Hey, baby, what’s going on?”

“I didn’t think it’d be you,” you say dumbly. 

“Are you hurt?” James comes bounding around the other side of the ambulance, Remus not far behind him. You can’t say you’re not happy to see them, but you sort of wish your reunion could have waited until your date tomorrow night, when you would almost surely not have been in your work uniform and covered in pasta sauce. “Are we here for you?” 

“Technically,” you reply, somewhat bitterly. James squats beside Sirius, mouth pulling to one side. “I fainted a little bit, and my boss said he had to call an ambulance. Just so I can’t sue the restaurant, I guess. I’m totally fine.” 

“They called us and then made you sit on the curb?” Sirius asks angrily while James says, “How does one faint only a little bit?”

“They didn’t want you guys scaring the customers.” You choose to answer only Sirius’ question, shrugging. His eyes flare, and he looks towards the restaurant like he’s thinking about going inside to have some words with your manager, but Remus passes a conciliatory hand over his shoulder as he sits beside you on the curb. 

“What’s this for, love?” he asks you, covering your hand where it holds the bag of ice.

You must look as sheepish as you feel, because his eyes narrow slightly. “I guess I hit my head a bit when I fell.” 

“So,” he says dryly, “not totally fine, then.” 

“I mean, I don’t think I hit it very hard,” you try, but Remus is already removing your makeshift ice pack, tilting your head so he can see the forming bump on the side. 

“Why don’t you tell us everything that happened,” James suggests, giving your knee a teasing squeeze as Sirius moves beside Remus to jockey for a view of your head, “just so we have all the facts.” 

“I was carrying a tray to my table,” you explain, wincing as Remus passes a thumb over your wound with a murmured apology, “and I started to feel weird, like wobbly and out of it. I thought it might pass, but—” Sirius sends you a horrified look and your voice quiets, chastened. “I know I probably should have sat down or something, but I was working, you know? Anyway, then I guess I fell and smacked my head on the floor. When I woke up, the food was everywhere,” you recall with a sigh. Your coworkers are going to be less than pleased with you for leaving them that mess to clean up. 

“Is that what this is?” James asks, mouth tilting upward as he looks at the mess of your uniform. 

You nod solemnly. “Alfredo sauce.” 

“Did you land on any glass or anything?” Sirius asks you. He and Remus have evidently finished with their inspection of your head, though Remus’ hand still cups the back of your neck protectively.

“No, all the plates that ended up breaking went the other way.” 

“You thinking concussion?” James asks him. 

“No,” you say, at the same time as Sirius says, “Maybe.” 

Sirius fixes you with an odd look, half remonstrance and half endearment. “Sorry, doll, but you’re not exactly an expert. You very stubbornly did your job when you should have looked after yourself” —he squints his eyes at you playfully, giving your shoulder a mean squeeze— “now let us do ours for a bit, yeah?” 

You purse your lips in malcontent, but James is already clicking on his pen light, shining it in your eyes. “Look straight ahead for me, angel?” 

“S’not a big deal,” you mutter one last time in quiet mutiny, doing as he says. All three boys ignore you. 

James clicks the light off. “Alright, do you know the date?” 

“No.” 

“How about the year?” he asks patiently. You tell him, and he goes on to ask you the month and the day of the week. 

“Good.” He rewards you with a smile when you answer correctly. “Okay, do you feel nauseous or dizzy at all, darling?” 

When he looks at you like that? A little, but that’s probably unrelated. “No,” you tell him. 

“Headache?” Remus asks you. 

“I mean, only here.” You lay your palm over the bump to indicate it, but wince when it hurts worse than you expected. Sirius coos, taking your hand in his to prevent you doing yourself further harm. “Not on, like, the inside.” 

“Okay, that’s what I meant,” Remus reassures you. “What about why you fainted, love? Do you have any idea what happened?” 

You bite the inside of your lip, thinking. “Not really.” Your head had just hurt a bit, then you’d felt woozy, and then you’d fallen and it had hurt a lot worse. 

“Did you have lunch before you came to work?” James prompts. 

You nod. 

“What did you have?” 

You tell him. He seems tentatively satisfied. 

“And for breakfast? What about for dinner last night?” 

You think back, telling him what you can remember, and he nods, looking somewhat bemused. 

“Did you have a drink with any of that?” Remus asks.

You think harder. Had you? The realization must show on your face, because Sirius tuts. 

“There it is,” he says knowingly. “When was the last time you had water, doll?” 

“I…I don’t remember. I had coffee yesterday—”

They all groan. James starts laughing soon after, patting you on the thigh at your timid expression. 

“It’s okay, sweetheart, just drink plenty of water and then go home to rest, alright? You might feel shaky for a bit, so don’t get in your car to drive until you’re feeling better. Rem, do we have some water bottles in the van?” 

“Yeah.” Remus stands, palm landing affectionately on your head as he passes behind you to climb into the back of the ambulance. 

“Don’t worry,” you tell James, exhaustion seeping into your voice, “I won’t be driving for a while yet. My shift doesn’t end until six.” 

Contrary to your intentions, some of the relief saps from James’ countenance. “You’re still planning on working?” 

Uh, duh. Does he think your rent is going to pay itself? “I mean,” you say, trying to appear somewhat patient, “yeah.” 

“Well, go ahead and get that out of your head right now,” Sirius nearly laughs. “There’s no way that’s happening today, sweetness.” 

“What’s not happening?” Remus asks, uncapping a water bottle before passing it to you. 

“She thinks she’s going back to work,” Sirius says wryly. 

Remus looks at you, appalled. You only shrug, sipping at your water.

“You can’t work after a fainting spell like that. Especially not as dehydrated as you are—your body needs rest.” He shakes his head at you. “You can either get it at home or come with us to the hospital.” 

You roll your eyes, re-capping the half-drained water bottle. “That’s so dramatic.” 

“No, I’m the dramatic,” Sirius corrects you. “Remus is the reasonable one, which is how you know he’s right. Those are your options, dollface.”

You huff. “Fine, then can one of you go tell my manager that? I don’t want to be blamed for skipping the rest of my shift.” 

“You’re not skipping anything,” Sirius says, standing. “I’ll go, I’ve got some things to say to him anyway.” He cracks his knuckles, and you look to James in alarm. 

He leaps up, catching up to Sirius in a few long strides and nudging him back towards you. “I’ve got it, Pads. Why don’t you make sure she finishes that water bottle?” 

“Fine.” Sirius stomps his way back to you. “But make him answer for sending her outside to sit on the curb.”

“Please don’t!” you call after James.

Sirius’ gaze narrows, flicking between you and the water bottle beside you expectantly. “Drink.” 

“Fine, sheesh.” You pick it up and twist off the cap. Remus chuckles, picking up your half-melted bag of ice to hold it against your head for you. “Isn’t it, like, your job to be nice to people when they’re injured?” 

“I thought you weren’t injured?” Remus hums. You shoot him a look that’s meant to be intimidating, but his lips twitch upwards. “Relax, love, we’re just worried about you.”

Well, it’s hard to be mad at that. “Thanks,” you say quietly. 

Sirius resumes his crouch in front of you, taking one of your knees in each hand and squeezing lightly. “We get off in a few hours,” he says. “Would it be okay if we came by for dinner? We can bring takeout or something.” 

You lower the water bottle, looking at him with interest. Your day has suddenly taken a positive turn. “Yeah, that sounds great.” 

“Good.” He smiles, leaning forward to kiss you on the cheek. “Now be a good girl and finish your water.” 

You flush instantly, and Remus’ head swivels as if to make sure no one is nearby to have heard him. “Sirius,” you hiss, “I’m at work!”

His grin sharpens. “Not anymore, you’re not.” 

[kissforyouu]

Heyo ^^ could i request bf jungkook that won’t stop squeezing and slapping his gf’s butt >~< and today’s my bday 🎉

your boyfriend won't stop touching you !

pairing : jungkook x reader

genre : established relationship , fluff , touching

warnings : basically the entire ask 💁🏽‍♀️ , perverted jk , this is rlly rlly short 😭

a/n : HEYY happy birthdayyy :) hope u like it! sorry if i posted this kinda late🥲

unedited.

ting! ting!

you rise up from your chair, giddily walking in your kitchen to take out the new batch of muffins you had just made.

you put on your oven gloves, taking a small glance at your fully baked muffins still in the oven. you bend forward, pulling the oven door down to grab the hot tray. taking hold of the tray, you pull it out of the scorching hot oven—

slap!

"what the fuck, kook?" groaning, you turn your head around to look at your boyfriend who had his hand on your ass cheek.

"i almost dropped the tray. watch what you're doing." you glare.

jungkook's lips form a pout, but continuing to rub your ass cheek.

you huff, turning around and settling the tray on your kitchen counter. jungkook stands behind you, maintaining a close proximity.

you carefully pull out the cupcakes from the tray, placing them on a plate. you grab the pink icing you had made earlier, beginning to frost. meanwhile, jungkook had his chin resting on your collarbone while his hands fondled with your ass.

mm, you didn't mind. in fact, you push your cupcakes and icing a bit farther, then leaning forward to lay your upper body on the counter and give your full weight to it. next thing, you stick your ass out, giving jungkook room to do whatever.

a sound of satisfaction leaves him, hands immediately flying to palm both your cheeks. jungkook rubs his left hand on your hip meanwhile the other presses his thumb hard onto your cheek.

his fingers caress the inside of your right thigh while the other hand wraps around your waist, his body leaning into yours, crotch tightly pressed against your ass and his chin on your shoulder. jungkook also squeezes your thigh, nails digging hard onto your flesh really hard.

"ow, kook! that hurts!" you try to wiggle yourself out of his grip. but too bad, your boyfriend is too strong.

"i know you secretly like it." he mumbles, patting the now probably reddened area a few times, then rubbing it and scratching it with his nails.

"you're so annoying, baby." is all you say before you finally free yourself from the strong man's grip. grabbing onto the now iced cupcakes, you happily walk to your living room that's right in front of the kitchen.

sneakily, but not so discretely, jungkook manages to deliver a hard slap onto your right cheek. you jolt up, glaring at him as you sit on the sofa, settling the cupcakes on the coffee table. jungkook takes his usual seat next to you then leaning forward to grab one of your cupcakes.

"pretty." he murmurs at the cupcake, then shoving the entire cupcake in his mouth. you giggle, leaning in to wipe some of the icing off his lip.

"you're so messy." you lightly tap his lips, "see! here too!" you wipe the icing off his cheek, then putting your icing covered finger in your mouth.

"messy, huh?" jungkook smirks, "you're one to talk." he cockily smirks.

fuck him. you look away, embarrassed, knowing exactly what he's referring to.

you grab the remote to switch on netflix and play some random show. you look at jungkook, who's munching on your cupcakes, as you slowly crawl your way upto his lip. your head was on his lap, lips formed to a pout as you just let yourself relax to jungkook's caresses on your head.

he strokes your hair, massaging your scalp while rambling about some story at work. you listen to him in awe, unaware of the hand that's creeping it's way towards your ass.

realisation hits you the moment you feel his hand separate your asscheeks through your booty shorts, hand dipping in between to cup your clothed core.

"kook! you're a freak!" you shout, slapping his thigh to get his attention. your boyfriend fake moans instead, giggling in between as he leans in to give you a few kisses.

"mhm, of course, baby."

you roll your eyes, turning your upper body to the side so that you'd be facing the television. jungkook leans forward to cuddle his upper body and your body, head resting on your arm. he'd plant small kisses on your arm in between the show.

he just loves you so much. your personality, face, body. the way you talk, laugh, smile, cry, yell. jungkook was in love. and utterly obsessed with you. and your ass.

you feel his pointer finger and ring finger sneakily hook under your shorts to pull it up, pressing the material tightly against your core and making your ass bare. you moan at the small friction on your clit.

you could quite literally feel your boyfriend's silly smirk. you just wanted to rip it off of him. but he's so right. you loved it when he touched you.

the rest of the evening was spent with the both of you cuddling on the sofa while watching TV (and jungkook's hand constantly squeezing your ass)

[dmitriene]

THOUGHTS ABOUT SIMON SERVING YOU BREAKFAST IN THE MORNING.

cw: fluff, comfort, slighty suggestive, established relationship, female anatomy, hints on sex, kisses, marks, soft and kind of domestic simon, maybe ooc simon like always, domestic aesthetic. pairing: bf simon ghost riley x gf fem reader

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3. ˑ༄

the warmth and softness of the clean sheets feels incredibly comforting and tenderly against your slightly aching, limp body as you turn over slowly on the spacious bed, without having to deal with the heavy pile of muscles and soft large body in the process, realizing that simon is not next to you.

you don’t have time to open your eyes as the muffled sounds of dishes crashing against each other can be heard behind the slightly ajar door, before they knock on a dull surface, accompanied by the rustle of soft slippers on the parquet, obviously by the sounds simon is in the kitchen, but what has he been doing there since the morning is definitely wasn't very clear to you, considering that he likes to sleep longer.

missions are tiring, so he spends most of his time in bed or on the sofa next to you, dozing, leaning on you, hugging you, putting his head on your knees, whatever, but next to you and in deep sleep, just like a bear, and you got used to it, but now you was definitely interested in finding out what he was doing there, especially with such awkward noises.

rising slowly, you allow the blanket slide down your body smoothly, falling to your stomach area as you stretch upward, warming up your aching muscles and exposing your body to the slight coolness and dim light of the morning, illuminating a scattering of hickeys and bites on your skin, fanning your bare chest and allowing your nipples, tormented last night by simon's teeth and tongue, harden in contrast to the slight cold, and at least, unlike last night, you are much cleaner and with no sticky feeling between your legs.

you straighten your slightly rumpled, disheveled hair, lifting and tugging the blanket so that you can throw it over your shoulders, shuddering and covered in a scattering of goosebumps, about to throw your legs over the edge of the bed and frowning slightly when there is a slight pain in your lower back when the door suddenly swings open with a small knock, and there are simon forming in the aisle, and more precisely, the first to enter is a wooden tray with colorful filling, and only a little later a light mop of hair scattered to the side on the top of his head.

simon opens his deep, brown eyes in slight surprise, fluttering his light eyelashes and looking you up and down with a small hungry squint, emitting a deep, contented chest purr, slightly lowering his hands with a wooden tray, allowing you to catch your eye on the fact that he is dressed in nothing but low slung pajama pants, just enough to show off his bare, muscular chest and the faintest formation of blond hair running towards his slightly soft stomach and hiding behind his waistband, it seems like you are definitely alike with simon in the fact tbhat no matter how much time you spend together, each of you look at each other with insatiable hunger.

— “did i woke you up, lovie?„

his voice comes out in a light, worried croak, causing your eyes to leave his body and return to his face, he walks towards you, allowing you to finally see the contents of the tray and understand what he’s been doing in the kitchen since the morning, fresh breakfast for two, chopped fruits and vegetables, a plate with sweetish pastries and buns, as well as a mug of tea, beautifully placed on a wooden surface, teasing with delicious aromas, from which a smile creeps on your lips on its own before you murmur affectionately

— “nuh uh, you didn't.. is this for us? a breakfast in bed, huh?„

simon smiles meekly, his thin lips stretch into a warm smile as he places the tray on the bed as carefully as possible, and he is covered with a small reddish blush, from the tips of his ears to his cheeks, a completely unusual emotion for him, but one that he shows you with great confidence, before than to purr from the depths of his throat, leaning in front of you to touch your cheek with his lips in a fleeting kiss

— “wonted to make you something nice, love„

such a seemingly sweet act can’t help but make you break into a bright smile on your face, looking at him with a sparkle in your eyes, turning your head to the side to meet his lips with yours instead of your cheek, wrapping your arms around his neck hastily to pull him along with you, forcing him to press his knees into the bed and bend over you, resting his hands on the mattress, before your naked flesh is revealed to him, minimally covered by the blanket, but literally crying out for his touch and attention

— “darling, breakfas'.. it's going to be cold„

simon mutters relatively tensely, somehow pitifully, he really tried hard to prepare something pleasant for you, but he can’t resist the bright temptation, leaning closer to your body to catch the notes of the smell of your body, pressing his nose into the curve of your neck and passing his slightly dry lips over the marks left by him, connecting them together like constellations, leaving a tickling feeling on your bare skin and a comfortable warmth after, before suddenly wrapping his arms around you and lifting you above the bed.

you let out a surprised squeak, practically kicking your legs as simon gently lifts you up, simultaneously managing to wrap you in a blanket like a tortilla, and press you against his wide bare chest, sitting you on his lotus shaped legs before he moves the tray a little closer to him, extremely carefully, and immediately reaches out to prick the presented eggs onto a fork, holding them out to your lips and pronouncing in an almost commanding voice

— “come on, ea' up„

a giggle escapes your lips before you obediently part your lips and catch the tip of the fork in your mouth, chewing a piece of fried egg and humming contentedly, swallowing and immediately arching your neck to seize the moment and peck simon on the tip of his lip, silently thanking him before mutter directly into his lips

— “thank you, si, it's really tasty„

simon swallows practically hungrily, narrowing his eyes and flexing his arms around your waist, holding you tightly in place as he rolls his head to the side before tilting his face to softly kiss your lips, letting you literally melt into the kiss as he unexpectedly bites them, very carefully, but still slightly tingling, because of which you immediately pull away with a sincerely dissatisfied sound, softly spanking his bare chest, and he just chuckles, immediately kissing the top of your head and purring into your skin

— “that's wha' you ge' for slying while eating, sweethear'„

[taehyungsgrowl]

birthday cake

hi! it is one of my best friends birthday today (happy birthday, reyna ily) and so here is a little yoongi birthday fic 🩷

in which yoongi decides to make a cake for his gf…

just blushy yoongi. fluff. slightly suggestive. no smut!

Yoongi found himself standing in the middle of his tiny kitchen, apron tied around his waist, frantically flipping through a baking book. He hadn’t baked in God knows how long, but today was different—today was Y/N's birthday, and he was determined to surprise her with the perfect cake.

He glanced at the clock, nodding to himself—plenty of time before she’d be back. No need to worry. After all, how hard could making a birthday cake be?

He regretted those thoughts instantly, rushing the first layer of cake back to the counter—if you could call it rushing. The kitchen was a disaster: eggshells scattered like confetti, flour dusting every surface (mixing in with the few strands of gray that nestled between his black hair), half-used sticks of butter, and sugar in places sugar should never be. "Ah, ah, ah..." His fingers danced under the baking tray, trying to avoid the heat, even through his thick baking mitts.

He shoved everything he could into the sink, trying to make room for the first cake layer. This couldn’t be the only way to do it—he had to have missed a step. What do you mean he had to repeat the whole process for the second layer? He muttered curses under his breath. Why hadn’t he thought to grab a second pan? Now he’d have to clear the one he was using, then make the frosting, decorate the cake, clean up, decorate the house, and still somehow look presentable. Where had the time gone? Y/N would be home any minute, and the kitchen looked like a war zone—with no cake in sight.

Yoongi's phone vibrated in his back pocket, taking him out of his zone. Her face flashed on his screen from the incoming call. Panic started to set it. She'd have to be on her way if she was calling! He tried to get it together and answered the call. "Hi honey," she could hear the smile in his voice, "Happy Birthday."

"Yoongi, you've already wished me a happy birthday," she laughed, adjusting the tote bag on her shoulder as she walked down the street.

Yoongi’s phone was wedged between his shoulder and neck, his head tilted just enough to keep it in place. His hands were busy, stirring the cake mixture as he tried to work the clumps out. "Yeah, I know I already said it, but I mean it. I want you to have the happiest day—every day, really. How was lunch with your sister?" He was proud of how carefree he could sound despite the anxiety this cake was giving him.

"Great! I'm actually calling you to tell you that she's taking me to go pick out my gift so I'll be back at a little later than expected -"

"He'll be fineee," he heard Y/N's sister whine in the background.

"Tell her I say hello too," he chuckled, "And not to keep you too late -she has to share." He couldn't stop the pout from forming on his lips, but he was also started making a mental list of ways he could thank Y/N's sister for buying him time. It was gonna be okay!

He quickly resumed his work, moving through the kitchen at the speed of light (or so it felt - but he had to keep stopping to check the instructions and recipe).

Yoongi carefully tried to lift the first cake layer, hoping he could slide it onto the cooling rack without incident. But as he moved it, the spatula slipped, and the edge of the cake tipped over the side. The layer landed with a soft thud on the counter, its corner now crumpled and slightly bent.

“C’mon, don’t fall apart now,” he muttered, his heart rate picking up. He gently tried to lift the cake, but the soft edges were starting to crumble under his touch.

With a frustrated sigh, he quickly steadied the layer, praying it wouldn’t collapse entirely. The last thing he needed was for this to fall apart before he even got to the frosting.

He glanced nervously at the clock—Y/N would be home soon, and this wasn’t exactly the picture of a perfect cake. "This is fine," he told himself, wiping his hands on his apron. “It’s fine. I’ll fix it.”

He gently placed the cake back on the rack, willing the crumbling edges to hold. It wasn’t perfect, but it was salvageable. At least, he hoped it was. Frosting fixes everything, right?

After more work, Yoongi stepped back and looked at the scene with a small, exhausted sigh. The cake wasn’t perfect, but it was finished—mostly intact and topped with a layer of frosting that, while not “artistic,” at least covered the obvious flaws. He gave a quick glance at the clock again. Y/N would be home soon!

He quickly grabbed a rag, scrubbing down the surfaces, and tossing used utensils into the sink. He kept glancing over at the cake, praying that it would stay intact for a few more minutes. It wasn’t perfect, but he was determined to make it look like he had it all together.

His mind was already racing to the next task. The house. He had to make it look less like a disaster and more like a cozy birthday surprise. Yoongi hurried through the living room, straightening the pillows on the couch and turning on her favorite candle. He didn’t have time for perfection, but he could at least make the place feel welcoming. He placed the happy birthday banner up on the wall. The fresh bouquet of flowers gently placed in a vase. It was all coming along!

The door opened just as Yoongi finished adjusting the last of the decorations. His heart skipped a beat, and he quickly wiped his hands on the apron, glancing around the living room one last time to make sure everything was in place. It wasn’t perfect—there were still a few flour smudges on the counter, and he hadn't quite managed to get the place spotless—but it would have to do.

He opened the door with a wide grin, his eyes lighting up as he saw Y/N standing there her face lighting up when she spotted him.

“Happy birthday!” he exclaimed, his voice a little too loud, a little too eager. The words came out with so much enthusiasm, but that was fine—he was just relieved she was finally home.

Y/N smiled back at him, her eyes softening in that way they always did when she looked at him. "You didn’t have to do all this," she said, looking at the decorations and then back at him. "It looks amazing."

Yoongi’s heart fluttered at the compliment, but before he could say anything more, Y/N’s eyes flickered down, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

“Uh… Yoongi,” she started, her gaze narrowing in on the corner of his mouth. “I think you missed a spot.” She reached up and gently wiped her thumb across his lip, picking up a small smudge of chocolate frosting that he hadn’t noticed. Without missing a beat, placed the thumb in her mouth sucking it clean, slow and deliberate.

Yoongi’s face went red as he stepped back, blinking in surprise. "What? Oh," he chuckled, his voice soft as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “I, uh... might’ve taste-tested the cake. Can’t risk it being too sweet, right?”

Yoongi’s gaze flickered to her thumb, then back to her, his breath catching in his throat. He was blushing so hard he could feel the heat creeping up to his ears.

He flashed her a sheepish smile, still standing in the doorway in his apron, realizing only now how ridiculous he must look. “I kind of got caught up in... well, the cake... and, uh, decorating…” He gestured vaguely to the living room. “You know, the usual birthday chaos.”

Y/N laughed softly, the sound light and warm. She stepped inside, giving him a playful shove. "You're adorable," she teased, brushing past him to take in the rest of the room. “But seriously, you didn’t have to go all out like this. I’m happy just being with you.”

Yoongi felt a swell of warmth in his chest as he closed the door behind her. “I wanted it to be special,” he said quietly, his gaze softening as he watched her smile.

“Don’t worry, it is,” she said, glancing over her shoulder with a wink. "Though, I might have to help you with that messy kitchen... and maybe some other things later."

Yoongi followed her into the kitchen and he nervously glanced at the cake, still standing in the kitchen with his hands behind his back. He couldn’t stop the blush creeping up his neck. "Uh, so..." He cleared his throat, trying to keep his voice steady. "I, uh, made this for you."

He turned around slowly to reveal the cake—lopsided but covered in a thick, uneven layer of frosting, and sprinkled with a few hastily placed decorative touches. It wasn’t perfect, but it was definitely made with care.

Y/N smiled warmly, her eyes softening as she looked at the cake. "Wow, you really did this all yourself?" she asked, genuinely impressed. She leaned in closer, taking in the little imperfections with a fond smile. "I love it. It’s perfect."

Yoongi rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, looking anywhere but at her as his heart raced. "I, uh, wanted it to be special. I know it’s not... fancy, but I—"

Before he could finish, Y/N leaned in, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Don’t worry," she said, her voice soft as she reached for the cake. "I think it’s perfect."

Without another word, she dipped her finger into the frosting and brought it to her mouth, licking it off slowly, savoring the taste. Yoongi’s breath hitched as he watched her, his pulse spiking. He tried to look away, but his gaze was glued to her finger and the way she cleaned it off, her eyes meeting his for just a second.

The warmth in his chest spread to his cheeks, and he immediately turned his head to hide the flush on his face. “Did you... like it?” he asked, his voice low. He could feel his heart thudding in his chest like it was about to leap out of his ribcage.

Y/N, still holding her finger to her lips, smiled coyly. “Mm, I do. It’s... sweet.” She licked her lips slowly, her gaze playful. “I think I’ll need more of this.”

Yoongi swallowed hard, the heat in his face intensifying. He opened his mouth to say something, but his brain couldn’t quite catch up with his racing thoughts. Instead, he just stammered, “Happy birthday, by the way…”

She let out a small giggle, stepping closer to him.

“Mm, the cake is really yummy," Y/N said with a smile, wiping a little frosting off her lips as her eyes locked with his. The look was gentle, but there was something in it—something more—something Yoongi recognized.

He stepped closer, the space between them narrowing. “I’m glad you like it," he murmured, his voice low. His hand reached for hers, fingers brushing her skin lightly.

Y/N’s thumb traced the back of his hand, the light touch sending warmth up his arm. She didn’t say anything more, but the silence between them was heavy with everything they’d been feeling in that moment. She was close and yet it wasn’t enough. Yoongi could feel his breath hitch as he gazed at her, his fingers tightening around hers just a little.

"Y/N," he breathed out, his voice soft but full of meaning. She didn’t pull back. Instead, she gave him a look that made his stomach flip, and the distance between them was gone.

He leaned in, his lips finding hers with a familiarity that made his heart race even more. It wasn’t tentative or hesitant. It was the kind of kiss they shared when there was nothing else in the world but the two of them. Yoongi’s hand cradled the side of her face, his thumb gently brushing her cheek as he deepened the kiss, pulling her closer.

Y/N’s arms slid around his neck, her fingers threading into his hair, her body pressing into his. Yoongi’s chest tightened with the simple pleasure of having her so close, so warm. They kissed slowly, savoring the closeness, the sweetness of the moment. His tongue parted her lips as he deepened the kiss. He could taste the chocolate off her tongue.

Yoongi smiled as he heard her gasp against his kiss. He swallowed her sounds, his fingers gripping her hair.

Y/N's senses were everywhere. The sweet scent of the kitchen filling her nose, Yoongi's tongue tracing patterns as he kissed her, her fingers tangled in his hair.

She could feel him smirk as she gripped his hair and Yoongi made a mental note to keep his long length just a little longer (if it were up to Y/N, he knows he wouldn't be getting his hair cut any time soon).

When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathless, their foreheads resting together as they caught their breath. Yoongi smiled softly, his fingers still tangled in her hair.

“Happy birthday, Y/N,” he whispered, his voice a little raspier than usual.

She smiled back, her eyes sparkling with affection. “Thank you, Yoongi," she said, brushing her lips lightly against his. "Best gift ever.”

Everything just felt right. It was simple—just them, the cake, and this little piece of happiness they’d carved out together.

[robilover]

what do you think of ruan mei whos gf loves to bake sweet things for her...

Ruan Mei with a fem!reader who loves to bake sweet things for her Headcanons !

pairing(s): ruan mei x fem!reader

cw: purely sfw, baking, mentions of ruan mei’s previous name, men and homophobes dni.

a/n: I just suddenly had the motivation to write this morning so uhm shjakaja

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I think ruan mei would be astonished at first knowing that her girlfriend, which is you, knows how to bake and loves the fact that you don’t mind baking for her!

she’d be a bit confused at first, but when she found out about it, she couldn’t help but ask you if you could bake for her, saying that it’s for “research purposes.”

not to mention, it was her first time asking you to bake just for her. you felt so happy when she requested that!

you knew what her favorite pastries are and luckily, you knew how to bake her favorites! ruan mei doesn’t know about that just yet, so you decided to secretly bake her favorite pastry to surprise your genius and gorgeous girlfriend.

her reaction to you baking her favorite pastry was enough to make you smile! you could even see that her stoic demeanor was replaced by genuine happiness and astonishment.

knowing this, she didn’t have to wait in lines for hours anymore <3

and because you made her favorite, she wouldn’t mind giving you a reward for good behavior~

“a-ruan?” you called out to her as you saw her observing on her newest creation in her laboratory.

“hm? oh, y/n,” ruan mei answers as she turned her head to see you. she eyed you up and down, seeing that you were wearing her clothes; her teal hoodie and some shorts to keep you comfortable. she felt the corners of her lips twitch into a smile but she held it back, her head turning to face her creation.

you didn’t miss the way she held back a smile though. it just made you giddy.

“is that the pastry I asked you to make me?” she inquired, hearing the way your footsteps echoed in the laboratory and how a tray can be heard that was placed on an empty table.

“yes, and I hope you’d like it.” you smiled before taking one of the pastries you baked in your hand and went your way beside ruan mei. she glanced at you and saw the pastry in your hand, her eyes widening just a bit.

‘could it be..?’ she thought in her head before gently taking the pastry from your hand. you waited excitedly to see her reaction when she takes a bite on the sweet pastry you made for her.

once ruan mei took a bite, you could’ve sworn you saw her eyes twinkling as she started chewing on the pastry. you smiled widely and asked.

“so, how is it? is it to your liking? is it just how it tastes at the bakery you wait in line for?” you excitedly bombarded her with questions, to which her attention was finally and solely on you.

“dearest,” she started, a gentle smile formed on her lips. “it tastes just the same as the bakery I wait in line for. however,” she chuckled softly before leaning close to your ear. “it tastes even better.” she whispered before leaning back to take another bite. that whisper of hers made you turn red in the face.

“r-really? you think so?” you’d ask. “there’s more at the table, if you’d want more!” you continued, your eyes sparkling at her.

“maybe later,” ruan mei said as she gently cupped your cheek, feeling you lean into her touch.

“I think you deserve a reward for.. good behavior, don’t you think so, my dear?”

[hwangism143]

midnights and kitchen lights

synopsis: you wake up to the smell of brownies and a guilty boyfriend

pairing: non-idol!felix x non-idol!gn reader (ft. the rest of skz and their so)

genre: fluff, established relationship, angst (if you squint reallyyy hard)

warnings: mentions of food and eating. guilty lix and having a different gf/bf as a joke. lowercase intended

word count: 861 words

a/n: a little layout change underway, lol. pls drop ur comments and criticism! i should be studying for my exams... but i'm a menace ;)

"we're dancing 'round the kitchen in the refrigerator light"

the aroma of baked goods wafting about in your apartment when your boyfriend was over was not an unfamiliar sensation. what was odd, however, was the smell of brownies hitting your nose at midnight and a loud enough 'fucking hell' to wake you up from your slumber.

your eyes flutter open, adjusting to the darkness you were in. the past week for you was a blur of love and everything else sweet in this world. you finally had your boyfriend all to yourself after he got a deserved break from his extremely demanding job. being the affectionate little ball of love that he was, felix chose to spend his vacation with you.

although he promised to spend the entire month with you, he was simmering with guilt all day. why? because his close (and extremely stupid) friends had planned a boys day out, booking a laser tag arena for the 5th of may. or so they thought. in reality, jisung, who was in charge of bookings, happened to book the arena for the 5th of april.

the boys all decided that it would be better to just go, since getting a refund or rescheduling was not an option. they all also happened to be in town at the same time, almost as if it was fate, as hyunjin had joked when the boys were over at your apartment a few hours earlier.

felix was extremely excited to spend the day with his friends, but he couldn't help feeling bad about the fact that he would be away from you. he even offered to pay for a last minute ticket, which you politely declined. no matter how many times you had told him that it was fine, he wouldn't listen.

"it's ji's fault, lixie. stop blaming yourself. you know how he can be, a little, erm-"

"absent minded?" sighed felix.

his hands were wrapped around you as your head lay on your shoulder. you were watching seungmin's girlfriend making fun of changbin's cooking skills and the rest of the group bursting into laughter. all except for felix. you looked up at him, taking in the freckles dusting his cheeks and the concentrated look in his eyes.

suddenly, he perked up. "i know," he murmured softly under his breath. judging by the steely expression on his face and the pursed lips, you decided not to ask, shaking your head in amusement instead.

you slowly got up and looked to the depression made in your bed right next to you. you swung your legs over to the side of the bed, soft footsteps making their way to the bedroom door. you were clad in nothing except for your pajama shorts and one of felix's oversized shirts.

you open the door, leaning against the doorframe with your arms crossed around you chest. you take in the sight before you: felix in shorts and a gray tee, baking brownies while bathed in the warm glow of your tiny kitchen. he's hunched over the tray which he must have just taken out of the oven, carefully cutting the brownies into precise strips.

"hi honey," you ask, rubbing your sleepy eyes. you walk over to him as a turns around in surprise, holding up the knife and looking at you with flushed cheeks and wide eyes.

you let out a laugh, "i didn't know you had a late night bokkie brownie craving."

he doesn't say anything and just stares at you, a sheepish smile forming on his face. he set down the knife and leans against the counter. he opens his arms wide as you make your way into his arms. his arms wrap around your shoulders and your around his waist as he rests his chin on your head.

"you're so pretty, i think i just malfunctioned," he mumbles into your hair.

you just hum in response, the sleepiness still not out of your system.

"it was supposed to be a surprise for you for tomorrow," he says softly.

"really? thank you so much lix. you shouldn't have," you whisper in response.

"no, i should have cupcake," he says sleepily, "also, if you're inviting the girls over tomorrow, don't share. these are for you and you only."

you look up at him, warm brown eyes full of love meeting yours. you give him a pout, "but the girls love your brownies so much. and if hyunjin ever finds out that i didn't send him any brownies home with aera, he'll never talk to us again. i can't risk my boyfriend breaking up with his boyfriend."

felix lets out an exasperated sigh, a smile playing on his lips, "for the hundredth time, hyunjin is not my boyfriend. and i don't care. bokkie brownies are reserved just for you, cupcake."

you roll your eyes at him with a grin, "but aera is forever going to be my girlfriend. don't worry babe, i'll hide the brownies somewhere safe. although, you calling me cupcake is very odd when you baked brownies."

felix lets out a devastating laugh, "i love you, brownie."

"i love you too, sunshine," you say as the two of you sway in the kitchen in your private bliss.

[ohkkotsuu]

𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓. maki zenin

ৎ୭ PAIRING: maki zenin x f!reader (she/her pronouns, afab anatomy)

ৎ୭ ABOUT: having maki as a girlfriend is to be treated like a spoiled princess! nothing but the best for her favorite girl.

ৎ୭ CW/TW: SFW. no-curses au, maki is kind of despised by the zenin clan but she still has A LOT of money, this is like a sugar mommy fantasy im not gonna lie but with TONS of affection and no sex. reader is the daughter of a lesser family. everyone is around 21-26. reader is not exactly a bimbo, but i wrote that thinking about a bimbo-way of acting. this is kinda of nonsensey?

ৎ୭ A/N: english is not my first language and I wanted to write about Maki buying stuff to her gf. this is my first time posting anything I write, im sorry!! i hope you like it.

MAKI is used to disobeying zenin clan's orders. she owes them nothing, and never will. despite her insistence on breaking the rules, they refuse to let her out of the gilded cage that is this family. so she makes things difficult for them.

she thought things couldn't really get good. that even with her eternal struggle, she would still be forever subjected to a putrid rockbottom with no escape. no light, no guiding star. there's when you show up.

the first time she sees you is at a diamond viewing party. of course, a jewel auction for the three clans to squander their wealth, but also for the heirs — the real diamonds — to come forward and form bonds. if not for the arranged marriage, then for the fun and drinking. the illusion of choice gleaming in the eyes of those naive ones makes maki's stomach turn.

most heirs are annoying. she has no idea where mai is (and frankly, she couldn't care less), the youngest boy of the kamo clan is being annoying. everyone is completely stressing her out, not realizing it's all lambs heading to the slaughter. in their lives there is no real life or joy. they will enjoy their families' dirty money, but they won't be happy. everyone is pretending everything is fine, and it's getting on maki's nerves.

so, she grabs a glass of champagne from a waiter's tray and leaves the party, her feet leading her to the most secluded place in the house: the garden. only issue is, you had the same idea. sitting on an elegant bench and surrounded by flowers, there's you. it looks like a damn movie scene, she thinks when her heart skips a bit. you don't seem willing to put on a mask to please your family either, if you're sitting on a cold night alone in an elegant garden.

she can see you're trying not to shiver, but the sleeveless dress they've chosen doesn't help against the biting cold. at least the zenin gave her a white (fake) fur coat courtesy. then she walks over, takes the fur off her shoulders and puts it on yours. you look up at her, frowning. you look cute when you frown, she thinks.

“you're going to freeze to death here. keep the coat, I don't need it.” she says simply, sitting beside you without asking. but she didn't need to ask. you were happy.

maki took a sip of champagne, and you took a moment to study her. the black dress hugged her curves and showed off her muscles well. she had an aura of confidence, her hair shorter than most women's. it looked like she'd been through hell and come out stronger. though, you thought, not even Dante could have written such a beautiful, angelic figure.

“so, i'm Maki.” she introduces herself with a smile. you smile back at her. “and you are?”

and that's how it started — the gateway to her paradise.

maki hangs up the phone without a second thought. she doesn't care which idiot wants to marry her. she has everything she needs right here, now, in front of her. she wants to focus on that. you're in an expensive mall coffee shop, finishing your orders when she gets the call. another marriage proposal, another refusal.

“Maki?” your soft voice pull her out of her thoughts. it's like being called by an angel. because that's what you are. her angel. “are you alright?”

“yes, darling, don't worry.” she gives you a reassuring smile and moves her hand to rest over yours on the table. it makes you smile and one day, she swears she's going to combust over your smile. it is the most important smile of her life, the smile she will protect without hesitation. “is the coffee good, angel?”

the petname makes you flustered. you nod, sipping on the coffee. it's the kind of stupidly expensive store, even for a coffee shop. the seats are comfortable and the food is simply delicious. your girlfriend loves to spoil you, after all.

“yes! it's so nice.”

“perfect, dear. do you wanna go to that clothing store after you're done with your food?”

maki can go a little overboard sometimes, but spending money on your favorite things is her way of her showing love. gift giving. moreover, it's an excuse for her to see you trying on nice clothes, feeling good, turning around to show her the extent of the fabric. to her eyes and her eyes only.

the store is so fancy, and has every kind of dress, and it's perfect. she totally let go of her schedule, because no matter how many boring meetings the zenin want her to lead — sitting on a comfortable fancy sofa and watching you twirl in cute dresses is a much better way of spending her time.

“Maki, look! this one is so pretty!” the dress you show her, your favorite color, is amazing on you.

maki is sprawled out in the elegant sofa with light-tone pillows. the whole appearance of the store makes her much more evident, the dark green hair and the black and white laid-back suit make her look powerful. but that's the fun in your dynamic: she's the resting bitch face girlfriend, and you're the one in a cute dress, spending her money like it was your own. because is. all of her is yours.

“yeah. it is.” she smiles softly, raising one of her arms and moving her index finger to call you. “babe, come here. you like this one, right?”

you nod, coming closer. god, you're so pretty, she can't help but think.

her heart is yours, completely in love with all the ways you act. her soul is intertwined with yours, fate decided to bring you together permanently, that's the feeling she has. she is absolutely and completely lost when it comes to you — no one can take her love like you do. and nobody can love her like you do.

maki holds the hem of the dress, feeling the fabric between her hands. she meticulously evaluates, but her biggest focus is on your smile, your happiness — and of course, the dress actually looks great on you. it's a perfect win-win: you look comfortable and pretty.

“so let's take this one too and a couple others. pick whatever you want.” she moves her head to look for an employee. next to your girlfriend, on the same sofa, there is already a pile of dresses of your size. “excuse me, my girlfriend wants to see more dresses like this.”

she says the title with possession, smirking. she grabs one of your hands and bring it close to her mouth, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand.

“anything else you like, angel? buy anything you want. we'll be using my card.”

anything for her favorite girl.

©OHKKOTSUU on tumblr.

[bxeckersz]

Baby, i’m yours | Azzi Fudd x Female!Reader

summary: Azzi and her gf, y/n, bake at home.

warnings: none!

an: my first azzi ficccc hope u guys like ittt

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“Baby, can you hand me the mixer thing” I say, pointing towards the whisk on the counter. “here” Azzi says, handing me the whisk.

“My brownies are gonna be 10x better than you cookies” The girl says, looking at me mixing my cookie dough. “Yeah, right” I say, rolling my eyes as music plays in the background.

“Baby, i’m yoursss” Azzi sings along to the song playing quietly in the background. “and all be yours until the stars fall from the skyyy” I add, singing along with her.

“Yours until the rivers all run out dryyy” Azzi sings, using a spoon as a microphone. “In other words, until I dieee” I giggle.

“we’re great singers” Azzi laughs. I giggle, placing a soft kiss on her cheek as i form my cookie dough into small balls.

“Wanna help?” I ask, noticing her brownies are already in the oven. “mhm!” She nods, grabbing some dough.

“I love you” I whisper, putting the dough ball onto the tray.

These small moments mean the most to me. Just me and Azzi and the kitchen baking and singing to one another. Just me and Azzi together.

“I love you more” Azzi replies, looking at me with loving eyes. “I wanna spend the rest of my life with you” I say

“Me too, baby. One day” Azzi replies, putting the last dough ball on the tray and putting in the oven.

“you’re so pretty” i say, hugging her. “you’re prettier” She whispers, hugging me back. “let’s watch a movie” I suggest. “Okay, i’ll go get some blankets” Azzi says as she walks into our shared bedroom.

“Let’s watch ‘My Girl’” I suggest. “Noo, that movie makes me cry, let’s watch ‘Love and Basketball’ instead” Azzi whines.

“Fine” I say, sitting on the couch to turn the movie on.

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Thanks for reading all the way through! I don’t know what the ending was 😭😭.

[crushedgraham]

D.va x Insecure gf please? Maybe im not doing well 💀

D.va x Insecure Gf

i didn't save it on accident and it got deleted so this is my second time writing this :,) also i didnt know if you wanted hc's or a fic so i did a little of both

being with one of the most adored celebrities in korea can be hard.

even the idea of Hana having a partner sent her fanbase into a craze

so much pressure is on you to look and act like the perfect partner

and when people catch you two on a date and you don't look like how they'd imagined?

suddenly her streams are being flooded with hate comments about your relationship

"D.va could do so much better than that"

"how did they pull her..."

"she's not worthy of Hana"

you tried so hard not to give into their words but you could only take so much

eventually you were cancelling weekly dates and refusing to go out with her to replenish her snacks

you just didnt want anymore comments that validated all of your insecurities

and slowly you found yourself slipping, spiraling into a pool of self-hatred and insecurity

hana noticed, of course she did

she noticed your heavy gaze whenever you looked into the mirror

the dark circles around your eyes

how your skin was paler

how you started skipping meals

it broke her heart.

The dim light from your phone illuminated the dark room. Hana cracked open the door, letting the hallway light stream in. Her brows furrow as she looks at your form underneath the thick duvet. You've been rotting in that bed for weeks, only ever coming out to use the bathroom or shower every few days.

"Jagi? I brought dinner..."

Hana holds a tray of some food that she ordered from a random Chinese restaurant as she enters the dim room. She kicks the door closed with her foot and places the tray on the nightstand. The small click of your phone and the darkness that encompasses are the only response she gets from you.

She walks a practiced path to the bed and sits on the edge.

"I'm worried about you, Y/N....Just..Talk to me, please. I'm always here for you."

Her voice sounds so...Heartbroken. Guilt floods your body and it feels cruel to just ignore her. You roll over and you reach out your hand to the shadow of her body - you come in contact with her wrist and you stroke it softly with her thumb. Hana's pulse soothes your nerves and you scooch a little closer to her.

"Can I turn the light on?"

Your head nods against her knee and she reaches over to flick on the warm light of the lamp. Hana's eyes soften as she looks at your poor state.

"Oh Jagi...Let me take care of you"

Hana leads you to the attached bathroom, she turns the faucet of the bath on to let the water warm up and - filling it with scented oils and soap. She helps you undress from the old pajamas and you take your place in the warm bath. Hana strips out of her own and settles onto your lap, cupping her hands, she pours some water onto your hair to get it ready for the shampoo. She dribbles the shampoo into her hands and works it through your hair, making sure to gently massage your scalp.

Little kisses are pressed against your cheek and jaw - usually it's you praising Hana but it feels nice to be the one being pampered.

Once she washes the shampoo out, she rubs some more of that scented oil into her hands and starts massaging your tense shoulders. You can feel the tension melting away and you lean your head back with a groan.

"I don't deserve you, bunny"

"Hey don't say that"

She stops and when you open your eyes, you're met with a pouting Hana. Her small hands cup your face as she stares into your eyes. This is the most serious you've seen her.

"You deserve all of me. Don't listen to those incels on social media, they're just jealous that you have me all to yourself."

You chuckle at her choice of words and her heart flutters seeing you smile for the first time in a while.

"You're my player two. And no one will ever beat me at mario kart like you do. You're irreplaceable"

You roll your eyes with a big grin at her unromantic words. Impulse takes over Hana and she lunges at you, smothering your face with kisses as she wraps her arms around your neck.

"I missed you so much Jagi!"

The water sloshes from both your squirming and you two burst out into a flurry of kisses and giggles.

"Hey Hana?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you"

"I love you too Y/N"

[epic-arc]

Me and My Ice Demon Gf

Jaune was in the kitchen cooking on the stove and would get a tray wearing kitchen gloves and after taking out the lasagna she had prepared via weiss who was leaning in the kitchen entrance wearing leggings and Jaune's hoodie.

(D)Weiss: Will you help and support me to dominate any kingdom that tries to oppose my power?

Jaune: Ah… No weiss but today we have lasagna for dinner.

Weiss would see the lasagna tray and look at jaune who had a calm smile on his face which would make weiss's face turn red and a little ice would form in her hand.

(D)Weiss: A-and the movies?

Jaune left the lasagna on the stove and would go into the living room showing Weiss 3 dvd copies of the Halloween movies.

Jaune: Halloween, Halloween kills and Halloween Ends.

Weiss would look at jaune with hearts in his pupils and a comforting little smile on her face.

(D)Weiss: I love you~

A few weeks would pass and jaune was sleeping in his bed until he felt something or someone hugging him and he would wake up and see weiss hugging him tightly with her face completely red.

Jaune: Ahh weiss is everything ok?

(D)Weiss: I had a wonderful idea for us to do together!

Jaune: Oh tell me!

(D)Weiss: We'll snuggle toghether, We'll eat pizza and watch the whole scream saga!

Jaune: The idea is very interesting, Weissy, but I don't know if we'll have ti-.

Weiss shut him up by putting his finger on jaune's lip so he lay still and waited for her to finish.

(D)Weiss: and then will you help me to take my father from the throne and destroy him. Then you gonna help me to improve our kingdom and to make a good bloodline for our family.

Jaune listened to the last part and blushed and looked thoughtfully at Weiss who had a cute and calm smile on her face so he sighed and stroked her head which would make her hug him more.

(Based of saltyxodium and this video)

[wholesomebellies]

Chickpea chocolate chip Cookies

Okay, so these biscuits may sound strange, but trust me, they are a huge hit every time I make them.

And the best part, no one suspects they are loaded with chickpeas. They are so easy to make, have only a few ingredients and honestly, they’re a sweet treat you can enjoy totally guilt-free.

 You must try them. You’ll be totally shocked at the result. 100% whole ingredients too. And so many variations possible. Chickpeas are tiny little legumes that originated from India. They are packed with protein, making them a complete source of vegetarian & vegan protein.

Prep time: 15 minutes

Cook time: 15 minutes

Total time: 30 minutes

Serves: Makes approx 15 biscuits!

Ingredients

1 cup of drained and rinsed chickpeas (can) – be sure to rinse them well

1 cup plain flour – you can use wholemeal or spelt. Even a GF flour will work

½ cup coconut sugar – you can use any sweetener of your choice .

1 teaspoon vanilla extract – be sure to use good quality vanilla, not essence

4 tablespoons 100% pure almond butter – can substitute for any nut butter, peanut butter is great too

½ teaspoon baking powder – necessary to get them nice and fluffy

½ cup choc chips – optional (but totally a yes from me!)

Method

Preheat oven at 180 degrees and line 2 baking sheets with parchment paper.

Place all ingredients in a food processor and blend until you form a cookie dough. Once blended

Move to a bowl and mix in by hand the chocolate chips.

Form cookies by taking a small piece of dough and shaping it – then pressing down with a fork.

Bake in the oven for 10 to 15 minutes.

Allow cooling before serving and enjoy!

Equipment you Need

Large mixing bowl

Baking tray

Baking Paper or silicone mat

Mixing spoon

Measuring Cups

Cooling rack

Food processor (if you don’t have one mash chickpeas with a potato masher

Chickpeas are an incredibly great ingredient, and being a high-protein food, they can add a lot of nutritional value to your favorite dishes. Especially for kids, they’ll be none the wiser that their cookie treat is actually healthy.  Chickpeas contain 16g of protein per cup, along with virtually no fat. Now you know what to add to your food if you’re looking for a quality source of protein. Also, they’re high in fiber, potassium, and folate, making them good for your health as well. Chickpeas are an excellent source of protein, containing more grams per cup than both cooked beans and meat. Chickpeas are also rich in fiber, and 100 calories of chickpeas will help you feel full longer 

In this recipe we swap out butter for peanut butter making it vegan friendly too! Peanut butter contains protein, monounsaturated fats, fibre, and Vitamin E. This makes it a great alternative to butter or margarine in these cookies, as it has similar binding properties and they will hold together well.

You can also make this recipe with macadamia butter, or substitute any other kind of nut butter. And if you want to add some fruit flavour, try adding sultanas or cranberries.

To learn how to make recipes like this and more check out our huge range of vegan cooking classes in Brisbane.  Our vegan cooking school has so many classes and recipes where we can guide you toward a  healthy, plant-based diet.

Frequently Asked Questions

How many biscuits does the recipe make?

The recipe makes approximately  12 to 15 biscuits.

How long will they last?

The biscuits should last up to two weeks if kept in an airtight container or jar with a lid.

Can you store them in the freezer?

Absolutely.  You can freeze them for up to three months. Make sure they’ve cooked down and then place them in an airtight container. Before enjoying them let them thaw out at room temperature.

[korizzybee]

Muichiro at a family function with his Black!Fem!S/O

Requested by: @blackbabydollface

Ah yes, the mysterious Mist Pillar himself. Dumb and smart at the same time.

Now why the FUCK did you decide to let this forgetful nigga come to yo family cookout? 💀💀

Okay so fast forward your family had (this is modern AU) your mom texted in the family gc that they were hosting a cookout and wanted everyone to be there

You being the oh-so-sweet gf you are, decided to let Muichiro come with you so you could introduce him to your family

When you brought up the idea of him meeting your family and he was happy to meet your family

Omfg when you get there, that boy is in black HEAVEN he smells that food cooking and he’s just like “dayum you related to Gordon Ramsey?”

Like, you ever just smell some bomb ass food cooking and full from the aroma of it? That’s him

I know for a fact that boy would be FUCKING HIS FOOD UPPPPP! Now I personally see Muichiro as someone who would have a large appetite like me

So just know by the time you leave he’s taking whole trays for himself and his brother

Muichiro would definitely be getting interrogated by your dad and your brothers and if you don’t have any, then your male cousins

Muichiro can dance idc let him find out the movements for wobble, electric side, and all our other good cook out songs you gon be screaming “CLEAR DA AIR-RUHHHHHH” cuz he can DANCE DANCE

And yes he does hang out with your baby cousins they all jump on his ass and form a giant pile on him

Yo mama and grandma? They love him, they’re stuffing him with food and you’re just over there embarrassed bc wtf why are they stuffing your bf like he’s a turkey?

Yo daddy? He likes him after seeing he good he is at playing dominos and spades

Lol you’ll see him keeping score while your cousins play basketball in the street

All in all your family loves him and can’t wait for him to visit and officially become part of the family <3

“He’s a nice kid, he treats our little [Y/N] so good.” Your mom says quietly. Your dad nods in approval, “If he hurts her I’ll kill him though.” He adds. They both clean the dishes as they look over at you and Muichiro cuddling and napping on the couch. His head was on your chest with a smile on his face, your arms wrapped around him as you drooled away.

[duffslut]

Take care

Modern Duff Mckagan x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 495

Requested by anon: Could you write something with current duff taking care of his sick gf

Warnings: Fluff!

You were rubbing your own arms to try to keep warm from the cold, your clothes were soaked with the rain that kept falling as you pressed the doorbell at Duff's house.

- Oh my God what happened to you!? - Duff's green eyes looked at you worriedly and you entered his house.

- I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come here, I'm not feeling very well...

Your vision was getting darker and darker as you spoke, your head was spinning and you were getting colder and colder, Duff ran his hands down your back and guided you to the bedroom.

- Don't say that, let's get these wet clothes off okay?

Duff began to undress you carefully, your body was shivering from the cold and you were only wearing panties and a bra after Duff took off your wet clothes.

- You can wear my shirt okay? you're freezing, fuck!

In an act of desperation Duff took off the shirt he was wearing and put it on you, temporarily forgetting that the bedroom closets were full of his clothes (and some even yours).

You lay on Duff's bed silently, curling up inside his own shirt you wore, Duff lay down on your side, wrapping his exposed and warm chest around your body, you cuddled in his arms.

You turned to face Duff and ran your hands through his blond hair, he left a tender kiss on your lips and you tightened your arms around him in a hug trying to stay as warm as possible.

- My head hurts. - you said, your voice hoarse probably from the rain you had on the way.

Duff kissed the top of your head and started to wriggle out of your arms. You whimpered wanting to keep cuddling in bed with him, but he got up, grabbed a shirt for him and then turned his attention to you again.

- You need to eat something

You muttered a "it's not necessary". you were already bothering him too much getting sick and ruining your day with Duff.

- Just get some rest baby girl, I'll be right back.

Duff left you alone in the room and returned a short time later, carrying a tray with a pot and spoon to the bed, he put the tray on the dresser next to the bed and helped you to sit down, sitting next to you.

- Tie your hair. - Duff said.

- I'm fine. - you said stubborn.

So Duff made it for you, he ran his fingers gently through your hair and tied it into a bun on top of your head. You smiled slightly and leaned your head on his shoulder.

- Eat. - he said, picking up the tray and placing it on your lap.

- Did you make me soup? - you looked at him in disbelief, the soup smoke heating the room.

- I have my talents, I'm well lived.

Duff smiled, forming little lines around his eyes, laughing at his own joke about the age difference between you and him.

[kkuracafe]

hi! i see that your requests are open and i’d like the request something with the moriarty brothers and angst prompt 3 “don’t lie to me”. maybe something like their wife/gf collapses in the middle of the street when they’re talking a walk together and she tries to pass it off as her being too tired or something but they bring a doctor in anyway and the real reason is that she’s really sick, either something terminal like tuberculosis/consumption/whatever or just a chronic illness that causes fainting/passing out/etc, it depends on how angsty you want to make it.

and she knew the whole time but the reason she didn’t tell them is cause she doesn’t want to distract them from their cause? it can end angsty or nice and comforting, whichever you prefer! thank you!

Hii anon, sorry this took me so long to write I've had a bad migraine. I also only wrote Louis and William, if you want albert let me know. I hope you enjoy ^^

William Moriarty

One Day you two were on a stroll together around the town with your arms linked. You started to feel faint in the head, and tried not to show it. Turning to William a little bit you asked if you could sit down for a while to "rest your feet." The problem was, the next bench was quite the walk from where you were. Your dizziness wasn't getting any better and when you were a couple, your vision started fading in and out, till you lost your balance and collapsed. William catches you just before you hit the ground, calling for help to the surrounding people.

Your eyes fluttered slowly, sitting up carefully you recall earlier events from today. You notice that you're in Williams room and in your nightgown. Suddenly the door opened and William walks in with a tray of tea. Nothing your awake, he gives a sad gentle smile and sits as the edge of the bed.

"The doctor came in earlier, he said you've had tuberculosis for the past month. Did you know?"

"Well...I.." You tried your best to get the lie to come out but you've never been goof at lying. He gives you an even sadder smile and grabs your hand.

"Don't lie to me." William responded sternly.

"I...I..." You could barely form words while staring into his sad eyes.

"Why didn't you tell me when you found out?" He questioned. You frown and cup your other hand over his, "I didn't want to distract you, after all you're making this world a better place." You respond softly. William reaches up to cup your face.

"The doctor said you only have three weeks left, I wish you would of told me earlier." A small tear rolls down his cheek, "You mean so much to me. Why didn't you tell me?" He sniffles out, more tears slowly falling down his cheek.

Tears form in your own eyes and you pull him into a hug not responding. "I'll spend the next three weeks with you, I'll never leave your side. Please.. you promised me forever.." His tears wetting your nightgown. Stroking his hair you let out a soft hun through your own tears, "I'll always be with you."

It hurt William so much to be the one to bury you, the one to put flowers on your grave, the one to keep all the photos and everything you once owned. But don't worry, when he was done here, he'll join you in peace.

Louis Moriarty

One Day you two were on a stroll together around the town with your arms linked. You started to feel faint in the head, and tried not to show it. Turning to Louis a little bit you asked if you could sit down for a while to "rest your feet." The problem was, the next bench was quite the walk from where you were. Your dizziness wasn't getting any better and when you were a couple, your vision started fading in and out, till you lost your balance and collapsed. Louis catches you just before you hit the ground, calling for help to the surrounding people.

When you wake up, you're back in Louis's room with William hovering over you. Noticing your awake he gives you a small smile and walks to the other side of the room where Louis is standing, looking incredibly worried. After William tells him something, Louis's frown deepens and he walks over to you, handing you a small cup of tea.

"Is it true?" He asks, cutting the silence.

"Well..." Noticing how hesitant you are, he fixes his glasses carefully observing you.

"Don't lie to me." He says in his serious voice. You gulp and tell him the truth. He sighs and sits next to you on the bed.

"Why didn't you come tell me you had tuberculosis?" He questions.

"I..I didn't want to distract you from helping William, I know how much the cause means to you." You give him a smile and his frown deepens even more.

"Either way you should of told me..your days are limited."

"I know..I'm sorry.."

"What will I do without you? I can't live without you." His voice cracks slightly. You pull him into a hug, trying your best to reassure him you'll always be with him.

Now you were gone like the breeze. The flowers at you grave have started to wilt, just like you once did but his love for you never wavered. Maybe his brothers idea of death wasn't so bad after all.

[37q]

so yall know i gotta lor sis righ. well. fuck dude. those obligations from earlier. part rant part support seeking skip to the very end for that second part

context. 17 y/o not in school, homeless, lowkey estranged from her parents. father is unemployed and lying abt it, abusive and his ego is constantly reacting to his material precaritys impact on his manhood, sits at my old shop all day doing nothing. mom, actually employed, covering for dad, also used to work at my old shop before being fired for stealing a stack of cash, getting worse w her precarity and also sits at the shop a lot a lot. no idea where her lor bro sleeps. no idea how old he is too, could be 12 in an 8 year olds body for all i kno

so i pick her up at 1030, we go to the mall and check the ubreakifix type place and they dont work on iphone 8s. bet. we have a spare XR she bought off her big bro. missing sim tray, got a free replacement from the shop. go to the apple store, the XR is permalocked unless factory reset from the icloud acct tethered to the device (truly dystopian imo), schedule genius bar appt for tmrw at 11. take her back to her friends house, the one i hired a month before i left so she could have a comrade and a place to stay nearish work that isnt her moms (although they were kicked out of their motel right when i hired steven i think. so, unhappy coincidence?).

sis works then so i drop her off at work at 9 and take her phone w me. go home come back to the mall. genius at the bar says its busted, whatever. not like i been sayin that. its missing like the bottom 1/5 of the backing like straight up exposed circuitry and she leans it on its bottom edge on whatever flat surface she can find at her perpetually wet food service job. refurbished options more expensive than the cheap 'new' products, not saying much tho. deliver busted phone and info to her -- her mom and dad are there ofc -- go home. later pick her up that night (last night) and drive her to her gfs in the heights. oh also dropping steven and their mutual friend off at stevens on the way. whatever its like literally en route its actually kinda perfect every time.

apparently im picking her up this morning. Okay. oh yeah shes locked out of her paycard account. she locks the card when shes at 0 in case she gets an auto withdrawal thatll overdraft her. she got paid today so she was gonna unlock it but how did she access her acct previously? thumbprint. no password memory whatsoever. pretty fair, id say? she texted me asking for the last 4 of her SSN this morning. nobody picked up her call to the bank(?) until she called them in the car with me. the form required to change login credentials when u dont have account access required those digits and a form of photo id. no ability to access it from her ADP because the pw changed at some point but it still took her print.

reminder. shes homeless and out of school. she has a birth certificate but thats where my certainty of her documentation ends. ive run into this before where i wanted to start a real bank acct for her but they require legally viable photo id and even non driver state ids require 1. proof of permanent residence (X) and 2. proof of enrollment in school for minors (X) at the MVA.

so anyways weve kinda hit a wall with the limitations her unsupportive parents / guardians have provided! its taking up a large portion of my emotional, mental, physical, and temporal space in life right now so i wanted to make a post about it. my little bandaid desire is to at least set her up with a new phone which i estimate would be $200 minimum for actual 'verified third party vendors of used phones' but ugh i didnt budget for this.

oh the support seeking! if you know me and wanna ease the load on my sisters shoulders a but, id be grateful for some help raising funds for a new phone! ill include some $ links. if were unacquainted but youre reading this anyway and have a spare $5 wed love the support! thanks for reading :)

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