#and I DIDN'T melt the butter and completely followed instructions

[bittersweetstargazer]

people will be like oh yeah making things together is a great way to bond!!! don't talk to me like that. last time I willingly baked with another person I was so irritated and barely held back on the passive aggressive behavior. don't take a single step in my direction when I'm baking. back away.

[hollowtakami]

Hii! I followed you from an old account that for some reason didn't let me make requests, but now I went back to my hawks era and with it came my obsession with his fics.

Aniwaaays, me and reverse comfort are one, so I was wondering if you could show how reader (s/o) comforts Hawks after suddenly reuniting with his father or just see a photo of him. like, idk brings back a lot of bad memories for him and I would like to see some of it if it's not too much trouble <3

I love You btw, and sorry if i bother u with this

content: mentions/implications of child abuse/trauma, reverse comfort, keigo has c-ptsd, him and reader are both trying their best

a/n: hiya anon! it’s no problem at all, i will always enjoy answering asks and writing for my darling kei<3 and thank you sm, that really makes me smile to know that people genuinely enjoy my work! ^^

Keigo saw so much flash before him every time he blinked.

He remembered the way his teeth would grit when he squawked, spat; the way his hands looked before they came down crashing, a tsunami of scarred skin that would scar him just the same.

Be it physically, or mentally.

Keigo found himself paralysed by the picture, printed in black and white. It might as well have been blood soaked into the newspaper, crumbling in the hero’s faltering grip.

For a moment, the avian wasn’t sat at the table with a breakfast, made with love, laid out like a declaration. But for a second, he was a beaten fledgling who’d been plucked of his autonomy.

Keigo blinked. He was holding a newspaper, he was not there.

The poor baby bird on the floor had dared to get up, the one wing that still flapped crushed under the boot of his father.

He was eating breakfast, the sun was on his skin.

Keigo was not there, physically.

You were surfing some butter around a pan, ready to make some scrambled eggs for you and your boyfriend. Letting the butter melt for a moment, you smiled.

Turning around, you beamed, “I’m using butter for the eggs this time, not oil, just like Fuyumi told me!”

Mentally, Keigo was there.

Noticing the way your partner looked as though he had been turned to stone, your heart grew cold. You switched off the gas hob, almost gliding through the kitchen to the dining table where Keigo sat, paralysed.

“Baby?” You whispered, your words falling on death ears.

The newspaper shook in the avian’s hand, your eyes flicking to the front page. There he was, Keigo’s father; Takami The Thief.

When he was drowning under the surface of his anxiety, you knew better than to startle him. You pulled out a chair and sat beside him. Your hand gently covered his like unexpected snow. You felt how cold his skin was, be it from the morning breeze or the fear laced in his blood.

“You’re home, birdie,” you said, clearly. “He’s not here, he never will be.”

Your words were firm, and for a moment you swore you felt Keigo’s fingers twitch under the blanket of your hand.

“I- I feel like, like I can’t breathe,” was all Keigo could say.

You inched closer to Keigo, wrapping your arms around him. Careful not to touch his plumage, as to not trigger him further, you squeezed him in your embrace.

“Smell the flowers, spread the pollen,” you gently instructed, “just like the therapist taught you, yeah?”

Keigo inhaled sharply through his nose, a shaky breath leaving his open mouth soon after.

The two of you repeated these steps together, completely forgetting about your cold breakfast waiting for you on the stove.

“I promise you, Keigo,” you lifted up his bangs, kissing his forehead. “I’m not gonna let him get to you.”

[milliesfishes]

hii ik you did billy celebrating reader’s birthday but could you do the reverse with billy’s birthday? like maybe reader gifts him a new hat and he flaunts it around like “my baby got me this hat :)”

⋆౨ৎbilly's birthday⋆౨ৎ fem reader x billy the kid

As patches of sunbeam dotted the sheets, the plain and beautiful sight of Billy's sleeping form draped with the covers met your eyes. Careful not to step on the floorboards with a tendency to creak, you made your way onto the bed, crawling atop him so your knees bracketed his hips. Stretching your body across his, your arms folded to brace yourself as you pressed a single kiss to his nose, accompanied by one to each cheek.

It didn't take long for him to draw that signaling sharp breath, eyelids sleepily lifting. Lazily, like a cat padding through a wheat field, a smile overtook him as he saw you sitting on top of him. "Baby."

"Happy birthday, my love," you whispered, leaning in to give him a soft kiss good morning. He held your lips locked with his for a moment, relishing the feel of it.

Parting, he smoothed a strand of hair hanging like the branch of a willow tree behind your ear. "Is it my birthday?"

"Don't tell me you've forgotten," you mock-gasped, settling atop him so your chests were pressed together. His palm was set atop your back, warmer than the sunlight on the sheets as it held you there.

"What, with my girl so excited? Never." Billy slung both his arms around your waist, rolling you over so he hovered atop you like a butterfly to a flower, wanting the sweet nectar within. He buried his face in your neck, inhaling softly. "You smell like sugar. 'n butter."

"I made us breakfast," you responded, playing with the lilted curls at the nape of his neck. "Pancakes."

"Oh, baby you spoil me, y'know that?" Billy pressed a smattering of kisses to your cheeks, his lips freckling your skin. "I'd be happy just kissin' you for breakfast."

Squealing lightly, you let him get his fill of you before he decided he was finished for now, pulling you up with him to follow the scent of baked goods into the kitchen. He kept his arms around your waist, nose dug into your neck as you prepared the food you'd risen early to set up.

Plating two servings of pancakes, you handed one to Billy, instructing him to sit at the table. Obediently, with a little grin, he began to fork your pancakes into his mouth, sighing and closing his eyes at the taste. If there was ever a way to make Billy melt, it was your pancakes.

You completed your own quickly, heels bouncing eagerly as you waited for him. The next thing was in the back of your mind, filling you with the bubbles of excitement.

Practically as soon as the last bite was in his mouth, you took his plate, stacking it on yours with a clatter and turning back. "Close your eyes."

Seeming nearly amused, Billy did, leaning back leisurely in his chair. His fingers resting at his knees tapped a steady rhythm as he contently awaited whatever you had in store.

Setting something in front of him on the table, you took in the picture of it before delightfully exclaiming, "Open!"

Lids revealing his sky-blue irises once more, they widened when he saw what was in front of him. A hat nearly identical to his old one, except in much better condition. You'd eyed the fraying brim and crushed top for weeks before going out and finding a new one, knowing Billy wasn't one to get anything for himself unless the old something was torn to shreds.

A smile like sunrise split his face as he examined it, bright eyes lifting to yours with the merriest of expressions. "Awh, baby, this is great, thank you!" He was standing before you knew it, lifting you off your feet and spinning in a dazzling show of affection you were excited by.

"You needed a new one bad," you giggled, kissing his cheek. The tender love in his eyes was enough to make you slide from his arms and melt into a pool of utter happiness. Billy wasn't one used to receiving things, unless it was an arrest warrant or a punch to the nose. Knowledgeable of this, you gave him every part of you, showing him that not every favor needed to be returned.

Billy was a man who thought good things applied to everyone but himself. He lavished you with all he had, unsure it was enough but giving it all anyways. You were in the eternal springtime phase of love; where doors and keys were eradicated, and everything was laid bare in the wilderness of your combined being. He thought he was red wine staining your white linen, but you brought him down and assured him you liked the crimson color anyways.

He thought he was a bad omen, but he blanketed you in four leaf clovers. You were lucky to have a love so boundless that stretched both wide and deep. In knowing so, you resolved to remind him how happy you were that he was alive on this, the day of his birth.

At Billy's insistence, you took an evening ride into town, and he donned his new hat in place of the old. He looked smart, and it was evident he felt it too. Dismounting the horse, you excused yourself a moment, wandering over to observe the stands of fruit from the day.

Handing over the coins for a bushel of peaches, you began to lug them back over, stopping short when you saw Billy chatting with a friend.

"Your last one was fallin' apart Billy, glad you got a new one," the man laughed, gesturing to the hat.

"Like it? My girl got it for me," Billy grinned, lifting his chin proudly. A burst of warmth lit in you like a bonfire, one that was sure to warm you for weeks to come.

When you made your way completely back to him, he took the bag of peaches from you as you leaned up and pressed a special, secret kiss to his mouth. Smiling in surprise, he secured an arm around you before bringing his mouth to yours again.

"Happy birthday, my love," you cooed, hand on one of his suspenders.

"Thank you, baby," Billy muttered, and you ducked under the brim of his new hat to kiss him once more as the sky dotted with stars just like the ones in your eyes.

[hobiebrownbrowser]

Baking For Him💕

Imagine:Hobie said you can bake something at his place because he has a sweet tooth.

I feel as if Hobie would learn or know sign language if the people he knew were deaf or a mute 💞

Ps. Reader uses sign language 💞 I know small about but suck at understanding 💀

Hobie x Mute FEM!Reader

"What kin' of ingredients are you planin' to use luv?" Hobie was looking at the recipe book you brought over. Flipping through the pages one by one as more interesting desserts that he didn't even know existed until now.

You placed a simple kiss on his cheek, Flipping backwards towards a page that said "Chocolate Filled Brownies" it didn't take him long to gather out the ingredients from different cabinets, the refrigerator being the last pit stop.

You scanned over them, making sure he had everything before reading the book again. First you needed the dry ingredients to all be put together. Asking if Hobie could do it using sign language.

He quickly got to work, combining the flour, cocoa powder, brown sugar, white sugar, baking powder, salt, and miniature chocolate chips all together after measuring them in his own style, not even following the right instructions. Laughter coming from you seeing how unbothered he was to deal with it.

"What's next luv?"

You gave him a bright smile, asking if he could crack an egg into a bowl and beat it until it was smooth, while you mixed the chocolate chips and butter using his small broken down microwave. Putting it in every 15 seconds until both were fully melted together.

Praising Hobie with another kiss as he already mixed the egg with the dry ingredients. He was careful not to over mix it. Using an old wooden spoon as a substitute for a spatula.

Grabbing the mini oven pan from below the counter and handing it to me. I thanked him with a peck on the lips. Watching as he slowly began to get flustered from all of the kisses. I couldn't help but do it again, again, and again. Hobie covering his face as he urges me to continue baking.

You pouted but complied with his words. Melting some extra butter, glazing the inside of the pan with it, you filled the empty pan with the dough, Grabbing a chocolate bar from the fridge and slicing it into small square shaped pieces before placing them in the middle.

The last step was to bake them, putting them in a small oven that rests on top of a counter. Now we wait for about 10-15 minutes.

"So, what we' doin for the time bein luvly?" Hobie spotted the smile plastered on your face. Sharing the same smile before you both exit the kitchen and back towards the couch.

You instantly started showering his face in kisses. Cupping his cheeks into your palms and kissing all you could reach. Finally reaching his lips once you pull him in for an genuine kiss. It felt like heaven every time he let's you spoil him. Your body being moved onto his lap to get a better picture of his handsome sculpted face.

"Like wha' you see'n baby?" You nod to his question. Giving him one last kiss before the oven timer went off. You hurried to the kitchen, taking the hot pan out with handmade mittens. Stitched from almost every cloth in hobie's house.

You let them sit on the stove for a little while. Saying they were too hot to eat at the moment making Hobie groan. He paused for a moment before looking back at you. Aching you back into his arms as you both decide to watch a movie to kill time.

You giggle, giving him a few more kisses until his face was completely covered in lipstick. He wasn't aware at the time until he went to the bathroom. The cracked mirror revealing just how much you loved him. Your smile growing wider every mark he touched.

"You should bake a' my place more often luv. "

[countlessrealities]

A flash of something dark passed through Rick's eyes when the server, instead of staying put as they had been told more than once, jumped on their feet and made a run for the door. If there was something he hated, it was having his time wasted with pointless shenanigans and the other had been truly testing his patience.

Still, he didn't do anything more than turning around to watch as Yu-nae's futile attempts to escape impacted with his force field. Had they truly thought that the barrier would have let them out, even after they had seen that it was keeping the officers out?

Panic really made people dumb.

"P-Perhaps. But I can blame whoever for wasting my fuckin' time," came the curt answer and then Rick pointed the seat that the other had just left in such a hurry. "Y-You have better be done with that."

The message of the gesture was clear, much louder and commanding than when he had openly told them to sit down, but the server had proved to be unable to follow the most simple instructions, so maybe it was time to deliver a little encouragement.

The sphere that was generating the force field suddenly lit up and a new section of it materialised on the outside of the building, vertically branching out of it. It didn't extend too far, just enough to reach the closest police officer, slicing them half, head to navel, as if they had been made of melting butter.

Completely unfazed, Rick pointed the spot once again.

"I-It can do that inside the building too." Not a thread, not a warning. A fact. "Now sit an-and let me dig through your memories."

‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒ Yunae shut their eyes and flinched at the flash, what they assumed had been some kind of grenade. When no wind or heat of an explosion was felt, they opened their eyes to see several police officers attempting to force themselves into the building to no avail, being blocked off by some kind of force field. Despite the orders Evil Rick gave them to sit, they immediately got up and ran to the door to attempt to escape, only for the suspected forcefield to come to their hindrance.

"A-ah...." they whimpered, realising it was no use, they were stuck in here. Right now, they were simply lucky that this maniac hadn't just decided to melt them into a pile of goo or eviscerate them on the spot. They swallowed a lump in their throat, before they slowly turned to look at him over their shoulder, avoiding eye contact.

"Okie, alright..." the bartender started, holding their hands up slightly in a gesture of surrender. "J-just be cool, alright? Can't blame a guy for trying, right?"

[orthodox-femininity]

I'm Back!!

I'm alive and back behind my keyboard, I apologize for the hiatus! Between traveling to see family, my washer no longer working, and dealing with a concussion, I didn't realize just how much time had past.

Welcome to all of my new followers as well, I'm so happy to have you! I'm thinking of doing an Ask Me Anything type Q & A once I hit 100 followers, let me know if that's something you all would be interested in 😊

While I start working on content again, here is a new recipe that I'm excited to bring to my church's coffee hour this week! Can't wait to start sharing with you all again 🌸❤️

Blueberry Lemon Pie Bars

(because my fiancé and I love anything lemon flavored!)

Ingredients

SHORTBREAD CRUST

1 cup (227g) unsalted butter melted

½ cup (100g) granulated sugar

2 teaspoonsvanilla extract

½ teaspoonsalt

the zest of one lemon

2 cups (240g) all-purpose flour be sure to measure properly

FILLING

8 ounces (225g) cream cheese softened to room temperature

1 cup (200g) granulated sugar

zest of one lemon

2 large eggs

5 ounces (150g) yogurt or sour cream1

2 teaspoons fresh lemon juice

¼ teaspoon salt

½ cup (60g) all-purpose flour

3 cups (300g) blueberries fresh or frozen; if using frozen, do not thaw

Instructions

Position a rack in the center position of the oven. Preheat the oven to 350ºF (177ºC).

Line an 8″ x 8″ (or 9" x 9") baking pan with foil. Leave an overhang on the sides. Set aside.

SHORTBREAD CRUST

Stir the melted butter, granulated sugar, vanilla extract, salt, and the lemon zest together in a medium bowl. Add the flour and stir until combined.

Reserve ¾ cup2 of the shortbread crust and place in the refrigerator or freezer until needed.

Press remaining crust evenly into the prepared pan. Bake for 18 minutes while you prepare the filling.

FILLING

In the bowl of a stand mixer fitted with the paddle attachment, or in a medium sized bowl with a hand mixer, beat cream cheese on high until smooth. Add the sugar and lemon zest and beat until smooth. Add the eggs, and continue beating until completely incorporated. Add the yogurt, lemon juice, and salt and beat again. Finally, add the flour and beat one more time until just combined. Scrape down the sides as necessary before adding the blueberries, then gently fold in the blueberries with a large spatula.

Pour filling into prepared crust and add a few blueberries on top of filling. Remove reserved crust from refrigerator and crumble over top of the filling (you may need to separate into crumbs with a knife or fork). Sprinkle with additional sugar or course sugar, if desired. 

Bake bars for 55-60 minutes minutes, or until a toothpick inserted in center comes out clean. Allow bars to cool at room temperature on a wire rack. When completely cool, chill in the refrigerator for 1 hour.

When bars are completely chilled, lift out of the pan using foil overhang and cut into squares. Top with lemon zest before serving, if desired. Bars can be stored covered in the refrigerator up to 5 days. Bars freeze well, up to 3 months. Thaw in the refrigerator overnight.