#and little bite of bread 💕

[peanutsoutofcontext]

Snoopy of the Day

[hotluncheddie]

For the @steddie-spooktober day 22 prompt : leaves

rated: E (?) | cw: none | tags: housewife role play, feminisation, established relationship

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Eddie bought the place from a guy Hopper knew. A plot of land in Illinois, just outside Kentucky. A place to rest, to build roots. A new home.

After four platinum albums and near constant touring, Eddie made his lawyer find a clause in his contract titled ‘give me a fucking break.’

So after a final summer of shows. Eddie bought the land officially and did the closest thing he could to marrying Steve Harrington.

He bought a home for Steve, to get him away from the city. He was always complaining about it, about wanting a change - especially now that Robin had settled in an apartment with her girl and had gotten comfortable at her job with the museum. (Eddie flies them out during holidays. He’s rich now, and he’d do anything to put a smile on Steve’s face.)

So Eddie bought Steve a house, and a ring. And it was all very wholesome, and sweet. And Eddie always looks forward to coming back once he’s finished whatever show, interview or meeting that whisks him away. He’s always craving his little bit of wholesome, his little life of sweetness.

He’s also usually craving something else. Something that’s maybe less wholesome, and sweet, depending on how you look at it…

Eddie wipes the sweat from his brow, leaning over the pot of canned sauce he’s stirring. He still can’t cook, and every time worries it’ll mess with the fantasy.

But he can’t think about that now, checking he definitely set the timer for the garlic bread in the oven. He did, 5 more minutes.

He hears Steve kick his boots against the wall outside the frontdoor. He’d wanted to finish moving all the fallen leaves together to be readied for compost. They no doubt tacked themselves to the bottom of his shoes.

The door unlocks and Eddie scrapes a hand through his hair. He hears Steve shuffle around, taking off his jacket and hat. Eddie re ties his apron, pulling the strings tighter around his waist.

‘Honey I’m home!’ Steve calls.

Eddie tenses for a moment, then goes back to stirring. He shivers as Steve’s thick, work worn hands slip around his waist and squeeze. The smell of Steve’s hard earned musk making Eddie’s knees weak.

‘Hey baby.’ Eddie murmurs, as Steve kisses up the side of his neck.

The timer going off makes Eddie jump.

He shoos Steve into a chair and bends to take the garlic bread out of the oven, arching his back a little more than he needs to.

‘Okay, I, uh, think I just need to dish up.’ Eddie says, slightly frazzled, making sure everything is turned off and grabbing plates out.

‘C’mere a sec?’

Eddie turns, smoothing down his frilly apron and stepping over to where Steve’s sat, legs spread. In his flannel and blue jeans he’s as close to a cowboy as Eddie’s ever seen. (The tabbed off page of his old play girl doesn’t see much action anymore, rendered useless by the man before him.)

Steve pulls at his wrists, making Eddie sit straddling his knee. Eddie bites his lip at the friction on his cock through the thin cotton shorts he’s wearing.

‘How’s my best girl huh?’ Steve asks, pulling Eddie flush against him.

Eddie whimpers. ‘Good.’ He rasps. ‘Missed you.’

‘Missed you too, did you cook me something nice?’ Steve tucks a lock of hair behind Eddie’s ear.

Eddie opens his mouth to answer but Steve shifts his thigh and grips Eddie’s hips to grind against him. Eddie moans.

‘What was that?’ Steve asks.

‘Yeh, yes.’ Eddie manages. ‘Pasta.’

‘Ah, just like a good little housewife huh? Go serve it up then.’ Steve says, lifting Eddie’s writhing form off his leg and smacking him on the ass.

Eddie serves up two plates, hands shaking, dick tenting his shorts.

He can’t wait to see what Steve has planned for desert.

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[archangeldyke-all]

I don’t know if I already sent this ask bc I was half asleep lollll, but what about Sev and reader enemies to lovers but they both have food trucks. Sevika has been parking in that area for years and everyone knows her and loves her food, but readers recently parked next to her and is stealing all her coustumers. I just think it would be so cute, love uuuu💕💕

this is adorable

men and minors dni

vander and silco have been in feud for years.

silco's subs was ranked the best place to get a sandwich for ten years in a row until vander's po'boys opened up down the street.

silco's subs had a monopoly on babette's dry cuts... until vander cut a deal with the butcher herself.

and, just when silco was certain that he'd outdone his competitor: refurbishing an old van and sending sevika downtown to feed the masses of professionals on their lunch break-- you showed up in your own 'vander's po'boys van', parking across the street from where sevika's parked her truck.

you sell two sandwiches before sevika comes over to confront you.

"you've gotta be fucking kidding me!" she shouts from the back of the line forming outside of your van. you bite back a laugh at the sight of silco's assistant manager.

"good afternoon, sevika." you greet. she scowls at you.

"this is our block! at least park down the fucking street!"

"awe, but then i wouldn't get to watch you work." you tease, pouting.

sevika blushes, snarls, curls her hands into fists, then turns around and marches back toward her van.

you laugh as you watch her go.

despite all of their animosity, half a year ago silco and vander decided to put their differences aside and go out to dinner together, to settle their beef.

the beef was never settled, but vander and silco have been going steady ever since.

sevika's taken it upon herself to inherent the feud now that both of your bosses are pre-occupied with making out with one another. you'd much rather follow their lead and make out with her than fight with her, but you'll play along for as long as she needs to realize that the only reason you're teasing her so much is 'cause you like having her attention.

for days, you and sevika stand off on your street downtown. she has lock assemble sandwiches, you have ran take over for you-- and the two of you spend your afternoons arguing with one another in the middle of the street.

well, sevika argues. you just flirt.

"you're looking good, today, sev. the black apron really suits you."

"fuck off. your truck is filthy. i'm calling the health department on you."

or, "sevika! you like salami right? come try these new smoked slices we got delivered, i've been saving them for you!"

"god, can't you take a fuckin' himt? we're not friemds! i don' wan' y'r fuckin' shalami!"

"...you're eating it all though."

she's been warming up to you, you can tell. after each one of your little spats, she walks you safely across the street and back to your truck, a hand on the small of your back as she helps you cross the busy street.

you kiss her cheek each time she drops you off, and each time, she blushes darker and darker.

and today, as she's bitching about some customer who pissed her off, you decide to ask her out.

"c'mere." you guide her toward your truck. she continues her rant as you reach in the back, into the little mini fridge that carries your lunch and water. "here." you say, smiling and handing her a wrapped sandwich.

she pauses her rant to look up at you, raising an eyebrow. "a sandwich?" she asks skeptically. you huff.

"just open it." you pout. she rolls her eyes, but begins unwrapping her sub. you watch in anticipation as she eyes it, then takes a bite.

she chews, chews, then groans, and goes in for another bite. you grin.

"you like it?"

"fuckin' delicious, what is it?" she asks, moaning around a mouthful of meat, cheese, and bread. you giggle.

"i made it for you. i call it the sevika. almost every cold cut, coleslaw, pickles, peppers, all the sharp cheeses we have, but no blue because you hate it, spicy mayo--" sevika presses a finger to your lips, shutting you up. you wait patiently for her to finish chewing her bite, then lick her lips.

"you made this for me?" she asks. you nod.

"i know you're trying your best to hate me, but i think deep down you got a bit of a crush on me. so i was hoping, you know. i could give you a sandwich and ask you out to dinner?" you try.

sevika smirks. "is that so?" you nod, grinning at her. "will you make me another one of these for dinner?" she asks. you chuckle.

"i was thinkin' we could go somewhere classy. but i'll make you one for lunch every day." you promise.

sevika smiles, then brings her sandwich to her mouth to take another bite. you reach out and grab her wrist before she can, raising your eyebrow at her. "can i help you?" she asks. you giggle.

"i need an answer. and i'd prefer if you didn't kiss me with a buncha meat-mush in your mouth."

"who says i'm gonna kiss you?" sevika asks. you scoff, then smack her shoulder.

"oh, come on sev! i've seen the way you look at m--mmph!" she swoops forward and presses her lips to yours. she tastes like mayonnaise and pickles.

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[ariseur]

hey again 👀 soooo you said i should send another ask if i had an idea and diva you said that to the wrong person. i have too many lmao

im stressing that u should write this at your own time! no rush :)

but yeah im actually writing a longform seph/reader fic where the reader is from a southern/appalachian coded town near gongaga. my idea id love to have your spin on is a scene where sephiroth (someone raised on protein powder and spinach probably) gets to try some real southern comfort food that the reader makes for him :). im talking biscuits, fried chicken, some kind of creamy noodle dish, just all the unhealthy savory goodness

he deserves it 🥺

ty for the last request again btw✨💕

“ spread kisses like honey. ”

sephiroth (ffvii) x reader

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omg this has been sitting in my drafts sooo long!! this was really cute and i loved writing it, it reminded me of lucy gray and coriolanus snow from hg hence why i put the title as a lyric from her ballad 💕 always look forward to your requests!! thank you againnn!!

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you and seph being sickly sweet towards each other, sephiroth being utterly in love with you in his inner monologue, kind of not canon because there are moments where i mention how sephiroth talks to genesis and angeal despite knowing zack and interacting with zack ( which like clashes with the entire point of cc .. but shhh i wanted domesticity ), intended lowercase, lmk if i missed anything!! 💕

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“you’ve never had this?” you gasped dramatically, your shocked face only to be met with sephiroth’s stoic one. he hesitantly nodded— was that.. a bad thing? did he somehow offend you in some way? the steam that had emitted from the plates below you set on the

“don’t you like pasta?” you asked, still utterly baffled.

he nodded slowly, “is something wrong?” he didn’t understand the confusion. there were a lot of foods he hasn’t tried, isn’t that normal for everyone? you blinked owlishly, lifting up the fork with the pasta noodles stabbed against the metal, the creamy sauce departing from the food in small, slow drips.

“what have you been eating if you’ve never had something as delicious as this?” you muttered, your lips reverting back into a tight ‘o’ as you blew on the fork— before finally slipping it into your mouth. “i’m shocked.” words muffled as you still chewed on your food, at least covering your mouth while you spoke.

sephiroth chuckled amusedly, “we’ve grown up in deeply contrasting places.” he crossed his arms against his chest, watching as you slurped up the pasta with stars in your eyes— occasionally opening your mouth to let the heat escape, soft steam pouring out from the small gap you’ve left while chewing. “still,” said you, “‘s so good.” he could barely make out your voice from how full your mouth was but he still shook his head as he leaned further back in his chair.

closing his eyes, he tilted his head down while he let the strands of snowy hair fell and covered bits of his face, blocking the bright sun even to the darkness beneath his eyelids. sephiroth didn’t pay much mind to the fact that your loud chewing of garlic bread and slurping of buttered food had come to a halt until he felt a strong aroma slip in from under his nostrils, it was only then did he open his eyes to see you holding the fork to his lips.

you held an expectant gaze and he quirked a brow before ultimately leaning forward while he let his eyes rake over the food. it looked a little messy, the sauce dripping over the place as you had ripped a piece of garlic bread off along with it and placed a chunk on the metal twinges of the utensil. he looked up again at you, waiting as you nodded your head and tried to keep your excitement contained. he blew on the fork a little bit before opening his mouth and letting it settle upon the steel. what could one bite do, he asked himself.

but once he had finally tried it, he could’ve dropped dead right then and there. the combination of the salty and savory flavors was perfect, and the way the bread had soaked some of it up too was incredible. sephiroth closed his eyes, letting his jaw work as he let his taste buds be blessed with what was known as your cooking. he had always seen you working your way through the kitchen, using various pots and pans and oils while you zipped around — and when sephiroth had offered help, you simply put a hand up and looked up at him for a split second, trying to simultaneously get the perfect roast as you smiled at him sweetly. that was enough for him.

despite watching you cook a lot ( and the only times he did get to help, he ended up being ordered by you to stand in the corner or measure occasional ingredients ), he had never actually savored something as good as this. being a first class prevented him from doing any good when it came to dinner time, either the timing being too late and you had already gone to bed or you were too tired and he decided not to bother you and he ate something small.

but this, he thought, this was perfection. when it came to you, sephiroth never let his appreciation go silent as he would always thank you or give you sayings of endearment and encouragement. he didn’t have words for this dish, he had never tried anything like it. so in awe, he merely said, “you’ve truly outdone yourself,” as he handed you back the fork. you didn’t mind the simple compliment. it never sounded generic to you when sephiroth would express his gratitude, even when they were mumbled in passing with dragged feet when he had come home from an exasperatingly tiring job, he always made sure to tell you how much he was grateful for you and what you do when he’s away.

he couldn’t wait until he was back at hq to boast to genesis and angeal about how delectable your cooking was. maybe zack, too — although sepiroth had a feeling that the energetic SOLDIER might just end up begging you for food even more. not that you minded, though. you were always so kind, sephiroth didn’t know how you were always able to do it.

“thanks.” you chimed, your voice ever so warm that it made his heart flutter. sephiroth wasn’t exactly what you’d call — expressive. he always held a smooth, cool tone of voice and occasionally threw a sassy remark towards you or genesis, or even that kid zack fair he introduced you to. but you understood his inflection of which he spoke in, you could tell his emotion even when he had entered a room ( and vice versa ). you were one of the most cherished things in sephiroth’s life and it could not go unnoticed.

with his tongue peeking out from between his bottom lip to gather some of the residual flavor that was left behind, his eyes roamed across the table further to more so further treasure your sacrifices ( of both time and food ).

“what’s that over there?” he lifted a finger, almost perfectly manicured despite using his hands excessively in battle, to point over at a small white dish filled with elbow macaroni and a homemade cheese sauce. you turned your head and grinned, reaching over the wooden dining table to grab it and lower the bowl on its side to reveal the contents. “mac ‘n’ cheese,” you replied, “want some?” your eyes seemed to glimmer with more amusement. sephiroth had now developed a new interest in your food and he couldn’t wait to indulge in it.

with the smile and those eyes of yours, how could he say no to one more bite?

𐙚 taglist ; @snoopicle

𐙚 requests are closed — june tenth, 2024

[count-alucard-tepes]

Heyy, could you do what would the op daddies social media profile pictures be?

Haha sure, I’ll do a description 😂

Kizaru ✨: it’s a photo of him at his desk while he’s doing paperwork, looking deep in thought. This was taken by his secretary.

Akainu🌋: he’s carrying his favorite plant in the photo and even gives a little smile.

Ryokugyu 🌱: it’s him butt naked with only his sunglasses and he’s surrounded by all his plants…very Adam and Eve inspired.

Fujitora 🐅: it’s of his favorite bowl of soba noodles.

Sir Crocodile 🐊: it’s a selfie of him and his bananawanis.

Doflamingo Donquixote 🦩: it’s a thirst trap of him in the mirror showing off his hot body.

Benn Beckman 🔫: it’s one of those dad selfies that are way too close to their face and he’s not smiling.

Katakuri Charlotte 🍡: it’s a side profile picture that was sneakily taken by one of his siblings.

Killer🔪: it’s a picture of him in an apron that says ‘kiss the killer’ while he’s cooking spaghetti.

Kaido🐉: it’s of him getting wasted.

King 👑 : it’s a photo of him without his mask while he reads a book.

Queen👑: it’s of him performing on stage looking cool af.

Izou🔫🔫: it’s a photo of him in his favorite kimono looking like a snack.

Dragon D Monkey 🐉🐒: it’s a picture of him when he was younger.

Oven Charlotte 🍞: it’s of him baking a loaf of bread.

Buggy🤡: it’s a picture of him with his hair down and looking sexy af.

Marco the Phoenix 🦅: it’s of him just chilling on an island with a drink in his hand.

Eustass Kidd🤘🎸: it’s a photo of him making a machine with his devil fruit abilities.

Rosinantè Donquixote aka Cora-San💕: it’s a selfie of him and Law.

Who’s-Who ❤️‍🔥👹: it’s a thirst trap picture of him biting his lip in the mirror and showing his sexy body.

Gecko Moria🦇: it’s a picture of him from 20 years ago when he was hot af.

Iceburg💜: it’s of him drawing a new ship, looking thoughtful but sexy.

Gild Tesoro⚜️🏅: it’s him looking out at his ship, looking all regal and shit.

Rob Lucci🐆: it’s him in his leopard form.

Karasu🐦‍⬛: it’s his wanted poster picture.

Koby🦸💘: it’s a selfie of him and Luffy.

Douglas Bullet🚅: it’s a picture of him at the gym in the mirror while he’s flexing his muscles.

[leeknot]

Hey. Can I request little!reader with her caretakers Jake and Jay? She's been stressed lately and withdrawing but they notice and give her cuddles and kisses. Jay makes her favorite comfort food? Thanks if you decide to write it.

Melting the Stress Away

A/N : Haiiiii thank you for requesting this sweet little!reader fic with Jake and Jay. I love writing soft, comforting moments like this! Hope it warms your heart. Enjoy! 💕

Pairing : Jake × Jay × little!reader

Warnings : fluff😍😍

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Lately, you’d been retreating into yourself. The usually vibrant energy you radiated seemed dimmer, replaced by quiet sighs and an overwhelming need to stay in your room. Jake and Jay had noticed immediately—their little wasn’t her bubbly, cheerful self, and it was enough to make them worried.

Jake was the first to approach, slipping into your room with a soft knock. “Pup? You okay?” he asked gently, sitting at the edge of your bed where you were curled up under the blanket.

You peeked out, eyes tired but a little brighter at the sight of him. “Hi, Jakey…” you whispered, voice small.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he cooed, pulling the blanket down to reveal more of your face. “You’ve been so quiet lately. What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, huh?”

You shrugged, biting your lip as tears welled up. “Dunno… just tired.”

Jake’s heart ached at your vulnerability. “Oh, pup,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “You don’t have to say anything, okay? Just let me and Jay take care of you.”

Hearing his name, Jay entered the room with a tray in hand. “Hey, princess,” he greeted softly, setting the tray on your bedside table. “I made your favorite.”

The comforting aroma of warm soup and freshly baked bread filled the room, and you sat up slightly, eyes widening. “You made it for me?” you asked, voice a little more animated.

“Of course I did,” Jay replied, ruffling your hair. “Anything for our little one.”

Jake scooped you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you as Jay handed you the bowl of soup. Between gentle bites, Jake pressed kisses to your temple, whispering sweet reassurances.

“See? We’re here, and you’re safe,” he said.

Jay chimed in, sitting beside you with a soft smile. “You don’t have to do anything alone, baby. We’ve got you.”

As the evening wore on, they stayed by your side—Jake holding you close, and Jay stroking your hair while you leaned against them. With every kiss, cuddle, and soothing word, the stress melted away, replaced by the warmth of their love.

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[lisenberry]

We drift in and out

Sneak Peek! Snippet from Chapter 4 (Epilogue): If anyone asks, this is where I'll be

1k - Fluff/Mentions of injuries/Babies/More Fluff

You asked, and honestly, I couldn't leave this one alone either. Thank you for all of your support and patience. 💕

Last Chapter

You ended up picking a ring that belonged to his great-grandmother, and had it resized just in time for his release from the hospital.

Severe internal bleeding, five broken ribs, a fracture in his spine, a grade three concussion, and a blown out right knee.  Two agonizing weeks in intensive care before they could even fly him back home.  Six more at King Edward VII’s Hospital for veterans.

It was strange being on the other side of things.  With him in the hospital bed, arguing with the nurses and staff, and you the one adjusting his pillow and fetching a refill on his water and ice chips.

But you were grateful to see him recover at a quicker rate than any of the doctors had anticipated.  They clearly didn’t know John, because by mid-January, he was walking with the help of a cane and sitting back on your couch.  Watching the weekly match and defying their orders not to lift anything heavier than five kilos.

Each time he hoisted the baby up into the air, you worried that he’d somehow fall apart.  Rip himself open again.  Only to remember that of all the things he had endured, the weight of your child on his chest wouldn’t be what took him from you.

That nothing would, ever again.

He was retired.  A decommissioned weapon of warfare that would spend the rest of its days warm and dry and protected in a museum, telling its stories and keeping its secrets.  And if they tried to bring him back in again, you’d just have to bash in his other knee.  Simple as that.

“While I admire your conviction, love, it won’t come to that.  I promise,” he’d vowed with a deep chuckle, and dropped a scratchy kiss to your temple when you’d told him as much.

The rest of the team had a laugh over it, as well.  Sergeant Garrick even offered to do it for you, if necessary.  Which sparked a grisly conversation between him and Sergeant MacTavish about the correct pressure and angle with which to get the job done, and whether or not they’d need Lieutenant Riley to help hold him down.

“Gladly,” had been the quiet man’s only reply.  Made even slightly more unnerving because your drooling, teething baby had his finger clenched tightly between her sharp little teeth.  And he didn't seem bothered at all.

She must’ve seen something interesting in him as well, perhaps in the way he didn’t flinch or pull away with an exaggerated yelp like her mum did.  It brought an adorable crease of concentration to her tiny brow, followed by a wide, cheeky grin as she realized she’d met her match. 

“It’s good luck when a baby smiles at you, L.T.,” Johnny teased around the mouth of his beer, quickly turning to the telly to avoid the annoyed look he knew would come.

“She can’t go around biting people,” you rolled your eyes with a huff as you set the table.

“Only the dodgy ones,” Kyle piped up from his end of the couch as he rose to have his turn of holding her, avoiding any potential for bloodshed.

You’d kept your promise to meet his team again under different circumstances, and you’d invited them to your flat for a Welcome Home party to watch the match.  It had been too cold to grill on his outside deck, so instead you made a small feast of chicken marsala, mashed potatoes and green beans.  Crusty bread rolls and a brightly colored salad.

You hoped they weren’t too picky, but if they were anything like John, they’d eat shit on a shingle if it was hot, so you tried not to overthink it.  When you’d been working full time, you didn’t have much energy to think about cooking, but in the months since your maternity leave, you’d come to enjoy it.

Not knowing what to expect of your guests, you’d been surprised to see that none of them had arrived empty-handed.  Kyle brought a case of beer and a bottle of wine.  Johnny brought a sweet bouquet of flowers and a dessert trifle that he swore looked more labor intensive than it was.

“My mam’s old trick for impressing the lasses.  Didn’t have to cook a thing,” he’d pronounced with a lazy wink.

And Simon, well, he’d brought a party-sized bag of prawn crisps. 

You almost wept at the thoughtfulness, for reasons you couldn’t explain.  Maybe it was because they’d all had a hand in bringing him home to you.  That they’d shown him such deference and respect.

Love.

You’d once lamented that he had no one except you, but you were wrong.  He’d always been in good hands.

“I half-expected to see the missus knocked up again, Captain.  You’ve been home a whole month.  What are you waiting for?”  MacTavish pivoted from instigating his lieutenant to his captain with the same puckish fortitude.

A scandalized snort escaped as you turned to gauge John’s reaction.  Sure enough, a ruddy blush crept up under his beard.  His cerulean eyes evolved from crinkled with mirth to panicked in a heartbeat.  Like he’d been found out.

Perhaps the weeks of torture had affected his capacity to keep his desires so close to his chest.  What you had once teased as his poker face, you now wondered if he’d start wearing everything so readily upon his sleeve.

You took pity on both him and MacTavish, whose smile had faded in fear he’d hit a nerve.

“Not for want of trying, Johnny,” you corrected him, mockingly.  “But one of us has to work around here, and my vacation’s almost up.”

“And without her work, he’d still be at the bottom of a bunker,” Kyle defended you with a proud nod.

“You’re right, carry on then.  Maybe it’s L.T.’s turn to catch the baby fever.”

He just couldn’t help himself it seemed, and you turned back to the kitchen before all hell could break loose.

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

hi! firstly i wanted to say i love your tangerine fics! like they're my favorite! you are keeping my obsession alive lmao! secondly, i have no clue if this has been asked for before but could you write something with anxious!reader and tan? like a reader that tends to bite her nails when she gets nervous (guilty 🤧). i feel like he'd be so annoyed with the habit (in a gentle way) and would try anything to break it for her.

no rush to do this (if at all) i just love your work 💕

hii!! arfggh omg, ur so sweet thank you!! I did this as hcs, hope that’s okay!! thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

TAN W/ AN ANXIOUS READER.

I feel like tan & anxious reader go together like🤞 like bread and butter, like eating chocolate and drinking ice cold water, like freshly shaved legs and clean bedding. thats how well they go together in my mind

I do believe that he is someone who may have been an anxious teen, or someone who had moments of heavy anxiety in the past. and now that he's more of a composed, confident man - I do think that he uses his past and prior knowledge to his advantage

also, just something about him screams 'you will feel safe and protected in my arms' which is ironic considering he's a professional killer. there's just SOMETHING about him that is comforting???? like he will make you feel secure???? and safe??? are we okay?? 

so for those reasons, I do think he is something that is great with someone who is anxious, and I don't think he really even has to do anything. I imagine him as someone who uses physical contact/ comfort to ground you, whether that be on your fidgety hands, jittering legs, or when you're fiddling with hair or clothes - one hand on you will almost IMMEDIATELY settle or calm you. the simple warmth and contact of his hand is enough to refocus you

maybe you have an anxious habit that he finds a little grating at times ??? like nail biting, nail tapping, knuckle cracking, hair pulling?? I feel like he has moments where the sounds really bother him, but he'll try not to let that be known. maybe depending on the habit he'll try getting you things, ie, gloves, gum, special creams that are meant to stop itching/ scratching, squidgy things/ toys to distract you from feeling anxious, multipurpose hair bands that you can play with. he knows how uncomfortable and heavy anxiety is and hates to think of you feeling like that (all the time) so definitely tries to find ways to help

he likes the idea of protecting you, or you feeling protected when with him. he's like your own personal inhaler for when you get anxious and can't breathe 

[seriowan]

cinnamon bread and berry bowls (wrecker x f!reader)

"He whispers it at night when you rest your head on his chest, his fingers combing through your hair. He says it against your skin every time that you are bare, reminding you that he loves the temple you’ve claimed as your body..."

summary: the one where wrecker and his lover find their love in a bowl of berries and cinnamon bread

rating: X (18+ ONLY - minors DNI) — PiV sex w/o protection (don't be irresponsible irl!), oral (f!receiving) creampie, lots of fluff & love

note: it is finally over! this marks the last edition of the v-day special and i have to admit, it's one of my favorites! i love Wrecker with my entire being and this fulfilled so many self-indulgent thoughts about him. and now that this is over, it's time for clone dads!! 😩💕

radio: strawberries and cigarettes, troye sivan — my whole life, alina baraz

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Love is a strange little thing. 

   Sometimes it sits in the flicker of a candle perched on a small wooden coffee table, spilling golden hues and casting shadows that dance around a cozy little living room. A candle lit for its warmth and soft crackle. Sometimes it lingers alongside the smell of vanilla and sugar, hanging in the taste of cinnamon and warm bread that melts on your tongue. Every loaf created with care, his chest pressed against your back as your hands move in unison, kneading dough and spreading flour like snowfall in winter. It flows beside the sound of music; a gentle song that plays through a small radio atop a tiny coffee table. Breaks between kneading spent dancing, eyes locked as if the world, the galaxy, had no power to tear you apart. 

   Sometimes, love is even found in a bowl of berries. 

   It can be seen among the colors — sharp shades of reds and blues like freshly bloomed carnations. It is in the taste — sweet and tart yet balanced. Each delicate berry melts on your tongue, the fresh flavors reminding you of the loving moment spent picking each one from the market. Wrecker was intent on tasting every other berry, causing a shared laughter that echoed in your mind right alongside the beautiful memory.

   Love lies in the act of plucking a meticulously chosen berry and lifting it to his lips. Love is in his eyes as he smiles, accepting the offering between his teeth. His gaze never leaves your face as he chews and swallows, one hand supporting the back of his head while the other is laced around your waist, fingers tracing loving circles against your thigh. You sit upright, legs crossed underneath you, the bowl resting in your lap as you peer down at him with fondness, the apples of your cheeks flushed red. 

   Love is evident in this moment: with the candles ablaze; gentle music playing; the carpet in the living room serving as your bed of flowers. Warmth pours out from the kitchen where dough sits in the oven, filling the small house with the comforting smell of cinnamon. The domesticity of sitting on the living room floor, enjoying nothing but his presence and a bowl of fruit, brings a sense of joy and contentment that eases every weight from your shoulders, leaving you light and airy. 

   The loved forges as you bring each berry to his lips. It solidifies when he takes it, occasionally shifting his hand to dip his fingers into the bowl, pinching a berry that he then holds up to you. You have to dip your head to bite it, inciting a chuckle that makes your heart leap. 

   There is love when he speaks, sending goosebumps down your arms and legs at the touch of gravel in his deep voice. 

   “Peach,” he murmurs, drawing circles against your bare thigh. You look down at him and smile when he seems to be gazing up at the ceiling, a dazed grin on his lips. “You know I love you, right?” 

   You know because he never shies from saying those words or acting on them. A kiss on your forehead or a squeeze to your hip. A hand on your thigh or a little kiss to your hairline. Anything to let you know that he is there and he loves you. He whispers it at night when you rest your head on his chest, his fingers combing through your hair. He says it against your skin every time that you are bare, reminding you that he loves the temple you’ve claimed as your body. 

   And even though he says it frequently, the words never lose their charm. They incite the same rush of giddiness through your gut; the same blast of heat across your cheeks. It makes you feel like you’re sitting on clouds. 

   You set the berries off to the side, putting away the bowl of love before uncurling your legs to lie down. The gentle carpet slides along your skin as you fall into his side, his long arm bringing you closer. Your legs cross over his, twisting and turning in a knot you do not intend to unravel. As you rest your head against his chest, his large palm settles comfortably on your hip, fingertips continuing their slow trek back and forth over your skin. You cross your arm over his chest, sliding a hand under his shirt just to feel the warmth of his skin. 

   You know I love you, right? 

   “I know,” you answer softly, tilting your head up. He’s already looking down at you with a flustered, shy smile. “And you know I love you more, right?” 

   Wrecker chuckles, the sound rich and deep and endearing. "Not possible," he hums, his hand stilling on your hip as he leans down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. 

   At that moment, nothing else matters. All of the worries and stresses of your life fade away, replaced by the deep, burning love that you have for this man — this unexpected blessing that the universe had to offer in a time of need. And as you settle more deeply into his embrace, you know that you are exactly where you belong.

   You take a moment to drink in the sight of him, to memorize every curve and angle of his face. There are the telltale signs of the evening's activities: the red stain of berry juice on his lips, the smudge of flour on his cheekbone, the crumbs of sugar on his chin. You can't help but feel a surge of affection for this sweet man.

   It’s hard to imagine your life without him; without his booming laughter and caring eyes; without the hands that make your body come alive with grace, cherishing and admiring with every calloused caress. 

   As you lay there, lost in thought, you feel his fingers move on your skin, tracing gentle patterns side to side across your thigh. He opens his eyes and catches you staring but you don’t shy away, sharing a small smile. 

   You sigh deeply, the three words of love ready to fall from your lips when a sudden ring echoes from the kitchen. The loaves of bread in the oven ease their divine smell to your spot on the floor, causing you and Wrecker to sit up and turn. 

   “About time,” he says cheekily, pushing himself up to his feet. “That felt like forever.” 

   He holds out a hand and you take it, allowing him to pull you up with ease. Only, he doesn’t stop there. Without letting go of your hand, he surprises you with a sudden twirl and dip, lowering his head to touch your foreheads in the shortest, most intimate gesture. You giggle, sliding your hand down his chest. 

   “C’mon,” you sing, nudging your head toward the kitchen. “The bread’s going to burn if we stay here any longer.” 

   He stands upright, flushing red as he nods. “Right, right. C’mon, peach. Let’s go see how all our hard work turned out.” 

   Hand-in-hand, he guides you to the kitchen and you eagerly follow. The moment you step through the archway, his hands settle on your hips and he effortlessly lifts you, seating you on the edge of the counter before grabbing oven mitts. You cross your legs, heels kicking as he opens the oven door. The smell of cinnamon and vanilla becomes stronger, drawing a giddy smile to his lips as he takes the bread pans out, using his heel to kick the door closed. 

   Hot vapors rise from the fresh loaves as he takes them out and turns them over atop the cooling rack on the counter. With quick fingers, he tears a small piece off and holds it up to his lips, blowing to cool it down while strolling over to you. 

   Wrecker wedges himself between your legs and you cross your ankles behind his back. He settles a hand on your thigh, fingers skimming over the fabric of your underwear. With a final blow of air through his puffed cheeks, he splits the bread piece in half and raises one side to your lips. 

   You reach up to grab it but he suddenly withdraws his hand, causing you to playfully roll your eyes and give in. The moment you open your mouth, he returns the piece to your lips, allowing you to bite it. Warm vanilla and cinnamon melt on your tongue, causing you to groan in delight. Wrecker takes a moment before mimicking you, emitting the same noise as he shuts his eyes and nods. 

   “Oh, yeah,” he murmurs in bliss, the low rumble of his voice causing your toes to curl. “That’s good stuff.” 

   You slide your hands over his shoulders, interlocking your fingers behind his head. “Mm, say that again,” you whisper cheekily, causing him to pause and pinch his brows in confusion. 

   “That’s good stuff?” 

   You’re laughing as you tighten your legs, securing him flush against your chest. Wrecker rests his hands on the counter, bracketing you between his arms while he cracks a smile. His amusement fades into a blissful grin as you lean, hovering your lips over his. Seeking hands slip underneath the collar of his shirt, playfully dragging over his shoulder blades.

   “Oh, yeah,” he groans and you giggle, nodding in delight. 

   “That’s what I want to hear.” 

   Wrecker chuckles before dipping his head, seizing your lips in a gentle kiss. It’s a slow dance of patience, tasting the shared sugar and cinnamon on your tongues. His hands remain on the counter, clenched as a sign of restraint. You, on the other hand, are free to roam wherever you like, moving your hands from his back to his chest. The fabric of his shirt wrinkles as you grab it, squeezing it in a gesture of need. 

   Since you know Wrecker won't, you break the kiss first, giving yourselves the brief second needed to shed your clothes. Wrecker drops his boxers while you throw your shirt to the ground, grinning when his hands grip your hips with impatience, pulling your waist closer to the edge of the counter.

   He is back against your lips as soon as you tilt your head up, tasting and licking and moving more passionately than before. The dance has become needier than before as his hands fondle and grope the flesh of your hips, fingers sliding underneath the waistband of your underwear. You can hear him panting, moans slipping between breaths. 

   Distracted by his lips, you don’t feel the stiffness resting against your thigh until you lower a hand to grab it, eyes widening at how hard he’d become. Your fingers scarcely wrap around his cock and as jarring as it seems, you writhe with impatience. All you want is him — kissing you, inside of you, moaning your name like a song. 

   Wrecker isn’t bothered by the fact that you still have your underwear on. In fact, he seems to like it, gripping the fabric on your hips like reins while you move your panties to the side. Giving his length a few teasing pumps, Wrecker breaks the kiss to exhale a shuddering breath, eyes flitting down. Your bottom is almost hanging off the edge of the counter, making it easy for him to hold your hips while you slide his tip through your folds, spreading your wetness to ensure his entry is easy. 

   Each swipe across your heat is enough to make him groan, his forehead falling to your shoulder. You feel the teasing pinch of his teeth as he bites, the vibrations of his muffled moans causing your skin to burst with ticklish goosebumps. 

   The moment you align his tip to your entrance, Wrecker’s hands tighten around the fabric on your hips and he pulls you to him, sliding you onto his cock like you were a weightless sleeve. It’s lewd but it’s passionate, as if he has little to no patience when it comes to truly feeling you. He can’t wait to be part of you and the moment he fits his thickness within the comfort of your heated cunt, he emits a low growl that causes you to moan, your body bubbling with satisfaction and excitement. 

   Wrecker groans into the crook of your neck, hot breath tickling your skin. “You feel so good.” 

   Although you try, you can’t say much. The fullness between your thighs is intoxicating, sucking the air from your lungs and wiping every clear thought. It’s overwhelming and satisfying all at once, bringing you to a point where you can do nothing but gasp, eyes closing tightly.

   When he starts moving, stars flash across your eyelids. He’s holding you in place, moving his hips back and forth to bring himself in and out, in and out, slowly allowing you to adjust to his size. There is enough space behind you for you to lean back on your elbows, causing Wrecker’s hands to move from your hips to your thighs. Your ankles unlock, a leg hanging limply over the edge of the counter while the other lifts, ankle resting on his shoulder. 

   It’s an exposing gesture, prying your legs apart for him to see his length as it slides in and out of your cunt. The sight makes his eyes flutter shut, jaw clenching as if he can’t believe that you’re taking him so well. 

   “Look at this,” he grunts softly, holding your thigh with one large palm while the other moves down to the apex of your thighs, seeking the nub that causes you to writhe the moment he gives it attention. As he swivels his thumb around your clit, forcing a chorus of moans to fall from your lips, his thrusts pick up the pace. “You’re eating me up, peach. Such a good girl, bein’ so kriffin’ wet for me…” 

   Each snap of his hips sends a jolt of electricity through you. You’re trembling, shaking, mouth pried open as you pant for air. Skin-to-skin symphonies sing, drowning out the music that barely plays from the living room. Everything is wet, it’s sloppy, but it’s romantic and divine. It’s the type of disheveled unruliness that comes with Wrecker — a passionate chaos that you’ve grown to love so much, you can hardly see a future without it. 

   “Oh, fuck,” you wail when the coiled tension in your belly begins to build. The words fall mindlessly from your lips as you stammer, “Wrecker, I-I’m going to- I can’t-” 

   The look he gives you is encouraging. Love blazes in his eyes as he nods, wetting his lips. “C’mon, princess. Ride it out for me, baby.” 

   His palm stretches out over your belly, pressing just slightly enough for the pressure to feel consuming. When the orgasm hits you, it ignites like a match, sending intense tingles through your body from head to toe. Your shaking, clenching and unclenching around him while Wrecker starts to slow down, hips stuttering from the feeling of your tight, addictive heat. 

   Before he could come, he pulls out of you with haste and surprises you by immediately kneeling. Hooking both legs over his shoulders, he holds your hips in his large hands, cradling your bottom as he dips his head between your thighs. His flat tongue glides over your sensitive heat, swiveling around your clit all while you’re still tense and shaking from your climax. The added touch of his tongue to your clit and the smooth finger he slides into your walls is enough to overstimulate you into a second orgasm. 

   The immediate wave hits you harder than the previous. It causes you to sit upright, thighs clamping around Wrecker’s head like suffocating earmuffs as you writhe and whimper. Tears blur your vision and you can swear you’re going to pass out from the intensity of the second wave. 

   Wrecker continues licking. He’s still devouring the taste of honey on his tongue, indulging in everything that comes from your climax, including the tightness of having your legs clamped around his head. You’re shaking so violently that his hands tighten around your hips, squeezing to hold you still. To pin you down. He’s licking so greedily, slurping so hungrily, that the noises are enough to make your eyes roll back. 

   It isn’t until he halts that you realize he’s reached his peak as well. Wrecker’s climax comes softer than yours but it’s there, causing his jaw to clench and his eyes to close. He rolls through it before shaking his head in what looked to be frustration. 

   To your surprise, he stands. Your legs fall from his shoulders, opening wide for him to slide and fit between your thighs once more. Without hesitation, he takes his leaking cock in hand and slides it into you, fitting its entire length within your walls. You accept it with a sensitive whine, resting your hands atop his when they settle on your hips. There is no movement anymore. Wrecker stays sheathed inside of you just to feel you clench around him while he comes, spilling rope after rope of cum until it begins to trickle past the seams of your conjoined bodies. 

   As the mess trickles down his thigh, he smirks with breathless satisfaction. 

   You both wait a moment, eyes closed in bliss while the adrenaline subsides. As the energy eases its way from your tense muscles, leaving you sore yet content, you slowly open your eyes and meet his. The haze of elation brings you both to a standstill, a tired but satisfied smile gently lifting your lips. 

   “Hey, peach?” He murmurs, slowly sliding out of your heat with a grimace. 

   You’re too tired to speak so you hum as you sit up.

   Wrecker’s large hand, calloused and warm, holds the side of your face. He uses his thumb to nudge your head up, stealing a kiss at the first opportunity. You grin when his tongue teasingly drags over your bottom lip. 

   The moment you pull apart, the two of you speak at the same time. 

   “I love you.” 

   “I’m starving.” 

   Silence hangs for a second longer before you both start laughing. Wrecker’s cheeks flush red and he rubs the back of his head, burning with embarrassment. You shake your head, resting your forehead against his chest as you gather the last of your bearings. His hand slides down your back, the other gently brushing over your hair. 

   “I do love you-” 

   “-you’re just aching to get some of that bread,” you finish for him, lifting your head to see his sheepish grin. Giggling, you nod and nudge your head toward the cooled bread sitting atop the rack. “Me too. Hand me a piece.” 

   Naked and ecstatic, Wrecker briskly strides over to the cinnamon bread and grabs the whole loaf. When he returns, he tears a piece and raises it to your lips. You accept it happily, moaning when the flavor hits you like another orgasm. 

   “Oh, yeah,” you mimic him from earlier, causing him to chuckle and shake his head as he leans his hip against the counter. “That is good stuff.” 

   “You’re good stuff,” Wrecker murmurs, giving you a wink.

   Your laugh is interrupted by another piece that he suddenly shoves in your mouth.

   “I love you,” you mumble through a mouthful of bread. 

   The love in Wrecker’s eyes is unmistakable. He looks at you for a little bit longer, taking in the flustered twinge in your cheeks, the blissed-out sight of your naked self, and smiles. Cupping the back of your head, he brings you in for a lingering kiss. You hum in delight and he chuckles, pressing your foreheads together. 

   “I love you more,” he promises.

   “Not possible.” 

   “Very possible.”

   At that moment, you find love in the smile on his lips, eyes sparkling with so much joy and contentment. You find it in the arm that he curls around you, pulling you close to his side. You hear it in his laugh. In the smell of cinnamon that hangs in the air. In the little trace of red still lingering on his lips, staining yours and his fingertips.

   Love in berry bowls and cinnamon bread.  

   You grin, leaning into his side with a content sigh. 

   “Fine. I’ll agree if you give me some more bread.” 

   Wrecker looks proud as he laughs, nodding his head. 

   “That’s my girl. Now open up.” 

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[bidoofenergy]

as a football fan and a ranchers fan, your footballer au is my bread, butter, water, and every possible sustenance. it’s sooo good, ITS SOO SO GOOD.

just an absolutely ingenious idea with so many fun aspects to rotate in my brain. jimmy searching for clips of his own play where tango’s commentated on him, fist clenched in his own mouth and teeth biting down to stop from just *whimpering* because tango is praising him? saying his footwork is pretty? that HE’s PRETTY?? laughing in that awkward, but self-assured way when a fellow commentator says something positive about jimmy and he just answers with all the confidence in the world, “as expected”?? or or or jimmy does a clever manoeuvre on the pitch and during post match interview tango mentions it, “your little skadoodle there? love it. amazing” and jimmy just about faints right then and there but manages to shyly gasp, “it was inspired by you” and he and tango have a moment where they just stare at each other, mouths a bit parted, cheeks a bit flushed. grian and Joel relentlessly mock him later (“he likes your little skadoodle tim” “yeah I bet you want to give him your little skadoodle”) but jimmy doesn’t care because all he can think about is the way tango had looked staring up at him, the way pulling surprise out of tango felt more like a victory than any of his club matches, that he’ll forever run on the pitch now for tango, hoping tango sees, hoping tango calls him out on it, *praises him* about it — sorry my brain said jimmy praise kink and I blacked out where was this going

uh anyways your footballer au is stunning and has me in a chokehold THANK YOU

this makes me sososo happpppyyyy omg 💕💜💕💜💕💖💝💜💖💕 this au is so self-indulgent like really truly didn't expect anyone to care about footballer player jimmy

omggg yesyesyes jimmy finds one of those annoying post-match talkshow, watches it under the covers in his hotel room, fist in his mouth because grian and joel might not be sharing a room with him this time but soemhow theyll Know,, they're talking about the match and tango brings him up, talks about his moves in the match, says he's impressed by what he's seeing from jimmy—and them some annoying insurance ad comes on and he has to throw his phone across the room because he just can't believe he's so worked up over a comment on a talkshow he used to despise

god, jimmy praise kink,,, tango full of praise for him,, im sick to my stimach

[sunnie-angel]

hi sunnie!!! it’s august 16 for me and i was wondering, what is going on in the jay-sun household!! what are the vibes?

also a question for sunford: what are a few images that you feel capture your selfship’s vibes?

love u!!

Ro darling, I’m always so excited to see you in my inbox 💕

The birthday boy is getting a nice, lazy lie in. I’ve called in a few favours so the other bats will cover his patrol and we’ll have all day and night to celebrate ;) I’m making French toast for brunch and I can’t keep Jason out of the kitchen long enough to stop him from trying to prep toppings. He keeps trying to take the knife from me because he thinks I’ll cut myself instead of the fruit again (it’s only happened once!) and I let him just so I can concentrate on flipping the bread back into the pan instead of onto the countertop. He doesn’t know it yet, but I’ve got two tickets to the movies in my purse for the afternoon showing at the little indie theatre, the kind where the ticket counter is the same as concession stand and there’s only one screen. We’ll get popcorn and M&Ms to share. After the credits roll, we’ll stop at the ice cream parlour on the way home and I’ll get some on his nose when I try to share a bite with him. He’ll joke about ruining our dinners and I’ll pinky promise not to tell. Today is just for the two of us, sunshine yellow and sweet. Dinner with his family later will be a little more complicated, but Alfred’s got my recipe for lemon pie to serve as dessert. My annotated copy of the Scarlet Pimpernel and a new whetstone sit wrapped at the back of our closet. I’ve saved his presents for later tonight, something to look forward to if the weight of his family becomes difficult to handle. And if I got a little something for me for his birthday, well he’ll enjoy unwrapping that gift all night.

This is my little Sunford mood board I’ve been working on:

It’s the kind of love that makes you ask each other if you had met before, in another life or dream perhaps. Trembling hands of a first love and the gentle ache of a last love.

Thank you so much for the questions 💋 💋 💋

[dujour13]

☆ waking up to your favourite drink order (they remembered<3)

Thanks Spyri 💕 Last one! I cheated a little (food instead). Prompts here

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Miz scratched the cropped hair at the back of her head with her thick, black fingernails. “Tough order.”

“The goods you’re blinkin’ in from Nerosyan, some a’ those are from Absalom, am I right?”

“Yeah but two blinks in the space of a day or two, that takes—”

“Logistics. I know.” What not long ago Councilman Jefto might have called “pullin’ strings” he could now proudly trot out his crusade vocabulary for.

“Whatever.” Miz rolled her eyes. “Tough order. What’ve you got?”

He pulled a bundle of assorted wrinkled, beer-stained papers out of his inner pocket. “IOUs. Mostly from cards, a few for goods and services. Them potions a’ virility sell like cherry rolls.”

“How many of those are fakes?”

His eyes went round with indignation. “I ain’t that stupid.”

“How much total?”

“I’d say you could cash ‘em in for around three hundred.”

“On a good day.”

“Two on a bad.”

Miz sighed and flipped through the papers with her claws as if a cursory look would tell her how much they were really worth.

“Come on, I know how deep a’ shit I’d be in if I tried to pull one over on you, Miz. Honest, two hundred minimum.” More like one, but she wasn’t likely to come after him too hard for the difference.

“And you’re willing to spend that much on—”

“Can you do it or not?”

“I’ll see.”

---

Strong southern sun warmed Siavash's shoulders and cool Inner Sea waves lapped his feet. He was ready to wade out and plunge, but there were people on the beach calling him back to join them for a picnic in a palm-shaded cove. Among them was his father, who turned into Regill and informed him it was not safe to swim. When he looked again the sea had turned black and frothing.

It was the perfume of fresh fruit that woke him.

He disentangled himself from the furs pulled up to his chin and tucked his feet back under the blankets to warm them.

Woljif was sitting up in bed next to him, concentrated on an accounting sheet in his lap. It seemed like a strange thing to be doing at this time of morning.

“Gotcha breakfast,” he said, not looking up from his figures.

Instead of the usual dense, spongy bread, marmalade and bland Mendevian cheese, the tray on the bedstand bore slices of ripe orange and melon and a bunch of fresh grapes, still misted from washing. No wonder he’d been dreaming of that beach south of Cyremium. He hiked himself up eagerly and pulled the tray into his lap.

“Where did this come from?”

“Hm?” Woljif still didn’t look up.

“Daeran?”

“Nah, he’s on to me.”

Siavash bent open an orange slice and bit into it, droplets flying. “Mm, thish ish a treat. Feel like I’m back in Almash.”

Woljif went back to his accounting, trying not to smile.

“You know what this reminds me of?”

Woljif turned to him in feigned surprise, trying even harder not to smile. “No, what?”

“That orange you gave me at camp back at Vilareth’s Ford. Remember that?”

“Hm? Oh yeah, that.”

“You were flirting with me.”

“You think?”

“Yeah, I think. You don’t strike me as the sort to hand out valuable fresh fruit to just anyone.”

“Worked, didn’t it?”

Siavash aimed a grape.

He caught it in his mouth. “Didn’t think you’d remember that,” he said through a mouthful.

“I’ll never forget that.”

Woljif had to bite his cheeks not to grin like a fool.

“So where did you get this?”

“That’s need to know only, Knight-Commander. Let’s just say logistics.”

“Flirting again, huh? The accounting was nothing but a cover-up, I knew it.” This time he held a grape between his teeth and made him fish for it with his lips.

“Yeah, right.”

“Woljif. You’re a romantic!”

“Come on chief. I’m the guy who can getcha stuff. That’s all.”

“Your face is the same color as the grapes.”

[bekkachaos]

Hiii darling Bekka definitely feels surreal sometimes remembering our gallavich boys made it against all odds oml 😆

Soooo I'll ask for Gallavich & number 17. fixing the other persons clothes absentmindedly or like tucking their hair behind their ear U KNOW WHAT I MEAN THAT SOFT STUFF pls! 🥰

I have missed those two so much I am about to SUFFER a rewatch just knowing they end up okay 💕

so here's 17. the soft stuff, for gallavich

"What the fuck time do you call this?" Mickey said as Ian came walking down the stairs in his underwear.

"I call this 'I finished shift at 3am'," he said, throwing him a scowl. "I'll sleep the fuck in if I want to."

"Looks like you had enough sleep, look at that big crease down your face," Mickey teased.

He reached out to poke at the pillow creases on Ian's cheek, having his hands swatted away as Ian tried to pass him for the coffee pot.

He put a hand either side of Mickey's hips to give him a gentle nudge out the way. He'd had later nights, shorter sleeps, but he felt overly drained this morning. He'd been feeling somewhat off balance for a few days and he knew that he probably needed to go back and get his meds adjusted, and that the longer he put it off the harder it would be to motivate himself to do it.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath in, the familiar warm scent of the burnt coffee beans filling him up.

Mickey made a noise through a mouthful of toast and Ian looked up to see him waving the slice in his face. He mumbled something that sounded like 'come on' and Ian rolled his eyes, opening his mouth for a bite.

As he took it back, Mickey dragged it over the tip of his nose, smearing butter on it.

"C'mon Mick," Ian mumbled.

Mickey grinned, using his thumb to swipe the butter away and put it to his lips.

"You're ridiculous," Ian said as Mickey waggled his eyebrows back at him.

"You awake yet?" he teased, grabbing the bread to put some more in the toaster for Ian.

"I've been awake the whole time," he huffed.

Ian watched as Mickey made a waving motion with his hand without looking back, buttering his second piece of toast.

He was so soft in the mornings now, maybe he always had been behind those sharp edges and the cold, harsh spit from his tongue.

Sometimes Ian liked to just watch him, those little mannerisms that helped him fall for Mickey in the first place, not that he realised it at the time.

He reached out to flick some lint out of Mickey's hair at the back, making him flinch and shoot back a smile.

He watched him for a while longer, until the toast popped up and Mickey just gave him an expectant nod as he learnt back against the counter.

"I ain't your breakfast bitch, you can butter it," he said with a smirk.

"Always doing half jobs, huh?" Ian said as he nudged Mickey with his hip to scoot him out the way.

"Excuse you?" Mickey said, eyebrows high.

"Pass the butter?" Ian said with a smirk.

Mickey trapped his tongue between his teeth and his lip as he narrowed his eyes at Ian.

"Fuck off, give me that plate," he said, holding the butter out of reach as he motioned for Ian to pass the toast over. "And wipe that look off your face."

"What are you going to do about it?"

"Oh what am I going to do?"

Mickey reached for him, and Ian's reflexes may have been slow so (relatively) early, but he knew Mickey's moves well, laughing as he dodged him easily, toast long since forgotten.

Send me a ship and a soft prompt and I'll write you a snippet x

[itzacosmo]

Daily Update 11/12/2024

I ate pretty good today !! So I had 2 mini waters, a strawberry banana smoothie, a cheese and fruit and nut packet, and some strawberry Knott's cookies that I shared 💕💕 I got 3 little sweet tarts candy from my counselor as a snack 😼 For lunch I ate some fries, 2 small orange juices, and some Xtra hot Cheetos 😞💔 luckily, my friend gave me a bite of their sandwich in exchange for some chips 🥹 I also had a snickers and a butter fingers (I had so much candy today 🍭🍬). Later on in the day I got another bite of another sandwich which was delicious 🤤🤤!! When I got home I ate 2 little Reese's peanut butter cups that were little treats 💕. For my actual dinner I ate a slice of pizza, a bread stick, and some chicken Alfredo pasta 🌀🌀. Dw I also finished another regular sized bottle of water 💙💙 I am realizing now that I need to drink a LOT more water than I am rn...

Anyways, I didn't exercise "exercise" today but I was definitely more active and those steps at school 😮‍💨😮‍💨 I basically did like an hour work out on those. My step count today is significantly better at 15.4k steps !! School definitely keeps me active 😼😼. Tomorrow I have dance practice and I'm so excited to keep myself moving. I had to lift some heavy things today so that's enough exercise for me as my legs are aching 🥲🥲

I only had 4 classes today but, I'm so tired 😴😴. I also had a PIQ reader today but I didn't like the recommendations she shared so I might just get them rechecked by a counselor. I have ~2.5 PIQs done so, almost there 🫰💕. I didn't do much today but after school I went to tutoring with a friend for AP Calc 👩‍🎓👩‍🎓!! I was also added as a Co-Owner of the Remind group for the Club I'm President of and posted my first broadcast 📢📢!! I also did some laundry today, so I got clean clothes now 🧺🫧🫧 !! I posted on my Instagram story and talked more with my online friend. I can see this being a long standing friendship even if we're in different time zones 😖😖. Today I finally confronted an old friend and through the awkwardness I let them know that I needed more space in my locker so I needed them to get their books!! It wasn't too bad and I feel relieved now 🫶🫶 I've also started my first ever Korean Duolingo lesson and it was ok but I can see myself being confused later on 😮‍💨😮‍💨!! I also got my field trip slip for AP Readiness at UCLA and am so excited 😆😆 Anyways, I'm so tired... Goodnight 🫧🫧

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Mind you unless I receive multiple asks HERE, anything from a non-Tumblr site is answered in this manner. Names of the non-Tumblr users are kept anonymous out of respect, they’re simply posted here because I’m not sure where they’ll see it.

Q:

“Hey I’m totally sorry if I freaked you out about shipping Pal with Pep! I know it was kinda random! I find myself liking the potential pair vibes cuz it’s really cute and both names include pasta : ( I wanna give her chipmunk cheek a smoochie too omfg”

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Nah dude, that’s actually perfectly fine, I mean it. I’m genuinely glad there’s like 4 people who like her or find her interesting, I just legit don’t know how she’d react or process that type of relationship. I mean other than outright perishing from embarrassment, doubt, and being worried she’d be a hinderance more than a help, the only positive thing I can see overall is that she’d have her nurturing side. As repeatedly stated, if something bad happened to a person she came to care about or liked, she’ll make whoever caused the issue have an entire fist sandwich. Even though I’ve drawn OCs that kept my interest for like a week as a little kid, I still put my all into thinking up a background for them. *shrug*

I also didn’t expect that sort of response about her from anybody, let alone any at all. I also named her Penne without honestly even thinking of the pasta correlation, originally I almost went with Perogi or Pembroke (?). As for the smooch she’d literally retract into herself with the same level of violence as biting a lemon and hide forever while sputtering, but hey! She’d appreciate it in her own way… eventually! -

Q:

“Also sorry Im high energy! I won’t go back on thinking she’s good for hugs and would make a nice comfort friend/girlfriend, also really like how she’s got this corner for herself too and how is she with other characters? 💕 Have you drawn that??”

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She is supportive and reassuring and is prime hug material, but when doing that sort of Canon x OC stuff you also have to think about any conflict and eventual (if possible depending on severity) resolution, and general domestic behavior, not singularly romantic. She may be sedentary when home and consume a massive amount of carbs (hence the thicc) but she moves like a machine behind the counter because her job demands it, it’s the take-charge side of her she doesn’t believe she has. Yes, Pal is sweet and humble, but the humbleness comes from a place lacking confidence and shame, or believing she’s auto-unlikable so she keeps it on the DL.

As for drawing character interaction, nah, I wouldn’t draw it for all of them, but you can have this!

A peek at part of a panel of the comic I sketched but I want to do better and redraw. Even though it’s platonic, I hope it creams your corn, bakes your bread, water’s your crops, or w/e…. *shrug*

If it’s one thing that bothers the shit out of me when it comes to OC x canon interaction or pairings, it’s that they’re molded with the assumption that they’re going to be friends with everybody (Snow-White-and-the-forest-animals style) and they’re all going to have a crush on the OC or something. That is cause for immediate wince and makes for some hella poor character structure because it’s so one dimensional. You along with another person teased potential friendship-or-more chemistry with her and a few characters (fucking why u guuuyz??? Also thx to the toad for being a bag of foot flakes and teasing about putting her with fake Peppino… may you be cursed to forever taste mustard no matter what you eat), which in itself is fun but doesn’t mean she’s instant friends with everyone.

I have to be clear, there would be characters she wouldn’t get along with at all, just as much as there would be ones that wouldn’t bother her in the slightest and she would regard positively. It’s also normal for characters in relationships to have debates, or disagreements. A friend/lover can do something stupid or chaotic that makes the other character question them, there can be an argument, but ultimately a healthy cool off and forgiveness is a good part of a foundation. Granted, repeat offenses and severity play a big role in whether or not a character can be forgiven, reflective of real life. Also strain can be a complicating constant in a relationship, they’re not always daisies and butterflies.

[tojigasm]

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOUR STORIES OH MY GOD

From the way they are worded to the way they are portrayed, everything seems so real !!

I wanted to ask if, since there are barely any fluffy stories of Jake Sully, you could do an aftercare with him.

Like he was a little too rough on the reader (you can include this too) and she's a little sobby and desperately need to be held and babied like the princess she is to him. I just wanna see soft Jake, where he is just soft for the reader and only the reader..

Again, your stories are always a good read<3

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Oh what a lovely thing to say, anon!! Thank you so much for your kind words. this truly is a message that will stick with me forever. I hope you enjoy!! 🫶💕

Hes so gentle with you as your high slowly dwindles, stroking at the dip of your back as you shake beneath him. Tears are still pouring over your raw cheeks and wetting the auburn mat under your tired and trembling body, "I know, baby, i know."

Sometimes it's hard to breathe when you come down, your mind scrambling to grasp onto something, and you nearly panic before you're grounded by Jake's voice and soft hold on you, "You're okay, kid," he presses a kiss to your swollen cheek, "M'right here."

Your chin trembles for a second before you're full-blown out sobbing and hiccupping; your face pressed into the heat of his chest. Jake coos at you, "I know, I know, daddy was too rough," he presses you closer to him as he sits up, pulling you into his lap, a hand pressing your head to his chest as he places kisses to your forehead. He lets you cling to him as you breathe shakily, sobs bubbling up in your throat before you can stop them.

Jake's so attentive, he's looking down at you, thumb stroking the soft of your cheek when he sees your eyes fill with tears and feels you tense in his arms as you struggle to hold the sobs back. "It's okay, sweetie," he says with a nod and warm smile, "just breathe."

It's not until you've stopped shaking and your sobs have softened into small whimpers that Jake realizes you're quickly falling asleep, he moves to stand up, pulling you with him. "Nooo, I wanna sleep," you whine, legs automatically wrapping around his waist as he carries you to the fire set up among your large hammock.

"I know, sweetie, but you gotta drink something," he sits down near the flames, heat strokes your skin as he settles you into his lap. With your back to his chest, he soothes a hand over your shaky thighs, "shh," Jake presses a kiss to the nape of your neck as he pulls over a small leaf filled with rainwater.

He lifts the small leaf to your lips, hand still stroking the inside of your thigh, "Small sips, sweetheart," he pinches your cheek, and you squeal with a giggle, rubbing the place where he pinched you.

"That hurt!" Jake only rolls his eyes as he lets you hold the cupped leaf, reaching for a bowl of banana fruit you'd cut up earlier, ripping the plush of it up into small, mashed pieces for you to munch.

You take a couple gulps of your water and Jake raises an eyebrow at you before you sheepishly smile, drinking smaller portions as he goes back to crushing your snack. Once you're finished, you put the leaf down, throwing your hands into your lap with a sigh.

"All done?" He asks and you nod happily, Jake smiles, handing you a piece of mashed fruit but before you're able to take it, he pulls away from you, "what are we not gonna do?" He stares at you deadpanned.

"Eat it all in one bite," you smile, and he nods before handing it over to you. "Don't need a repeat of last time." He mumbles, pushing the bowl to side before watching you eat. Jake presses soft kisses to your shoulder and arm, talking to you as you eat and occasionally pulling over your leaf to drink from when he decides you need it and mushing up more bread for you when you want it.

After Jake notices you've begun to slow down and you're yawning almost between every bite, he pulls the leaf away from your lap to the side, maneuvering to pick you up when you stop him with a shake of your head. "Don't wanna move," you merely sigh, settling into his chest.

"We gotta go to bed, baby," He soothes a hand over your head, cupping you to this striped chest softly.

"M'too tired to move." you mumble, nuzzling into him.

Jake lets you fall asleep in his arms, deciding he'll carry you to your shared mat later, for now though, he just wants to hold you, just hold you, basked in the warmth of the fire and blue hue of the sky, eating mushed fruit and drawing soft circles into your back.