#but pumpkin bread? pumpkin cookies? yes

[tinyconduit]

why does the internet etc have to make everything a Thing. why must corporations take something nice and proliferate it to a point that it's a Debate. I just wanna eat food that tastes like fall

[jobean12-blog]

Falling All Over Again

Pairing: Joel Miller x female reader

Word Count: 760

Summary: It might be the end of the world but pumpkin flavored everything lives on and you want some!

Author's Note: Just something cozy and cute for the changing season. This is what I hope Joel's post apocolyptic days could be filled with. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰

Warnings: soft fluffy fun

PS I'm shit at moodboards but I tried haha

Pedro Pascal Character Masterlist

“I want pumpkin everything,” you whine as you roll over and drape yourself on top of Joel.

He mumbles something sleepily and tugs you closer.

“Joel,” you say and poke his side.

He makes a sound similar to a disturbed bear.

Another poke.

“JOEL!”

One of his eyes pops open and he lets out a playful but warning growl.

“Darlin.”

“Yes?” you say sweetly with a bat of your lashes.

You dance your fingers over his chest, and he grabs your wrist, pulling your fingers to his lips and kissing the tip of each one.

“What are you goin’ on about? Pumpkins?”

“YES!”

He’s silent for a moment, clearly thinking, so you start to comb your fingers through his soft curls. His eyes begin to close, dark lashes fluttering against his scruffy cheeks, and you give his hair a sharp tug.

“OW!”

You giggle. “Soooo pumpkins?”

“You know…” he starts and tightens his hold on you, “if you weren’t so beautiful…”

He starts to trail off and your eyes narrow before you add, “AND…? That’s it? Just beautiful?”

He chuckles before kissing you.

“And smart and kind and sweet…and kissable.”

The words are whispered against your lips.

“Joel…you’re forgetting about my pumpkins.”

His lips trail across your jaw, stopping under your ear before he whispers, “no I’m not. We’re goin’ to take Callus and go for a ride. There must be a farm somewhere nearby. Maybe we can find some pumpkins growin’.”

The warmth of Joel’s body and the gentle clop of Callus’ hooves slowly lull you into a state of drowsiness.

“You fallin’ asleep on me back there gorgeous?”

“Hm?” you ask with a yawn, snuggling your cheek into his back.

“You’re supposed to be scoutin’ for pumpkins!”

Your hands slip under his flannel, and you rub along his stomach, then slide them to his thighs and do the same.

“I’m so comfy though,” you sigh, “you’re so comfy. And so warm.”

“Well, alright then. You enjoy the ride darlin,’ and I’ll keep lookin’.”

“Kay,” you mumble, sneaking your fingers under his tee shirt so you can feel his skin.

“Hey gorgeous,” he says with a soft tap on your arm that’s around his waist.

When he hears nothing he starts to laugh but it jostles you awake.

“Did you find a farm?” you ask as you stretch behind him.

He loosens your grip and gently slides from the horse, keeping you steady until he’s on his feet and can reach up to help you off.

You slide down and into his arms.

“Take a look darlin’.”

You peek around his shoulder and see the wild growth of large green leaves and vines strewn along dilapidated rows of soil.

“Joel…” you whisper shout in excitement. “You found some!”

“Let’s just hope they aren’t all rotten.”

The ride back to town is cooler under the setting sun and you shimmy your body as close to Joel as possible. He rests his arm over yours and takes your hand in his, lifting it to his lips to kiss your knuckles.

The bag of pumpkins you picked sits nestled between his legs and the smell of fresh earth hangs in the air.

“So, what are you gonna make me darlin’?”

You squeeze his sides as you think then start to rattle off a list.

“Muffins for sure. A pumpkin pie. Maybe even pumpkin bread, depending on what I can find to add to it. I can try cookies.”

He pats his stomach with a satisfied hum. “Can’t wait.”

“Will you help me bake?” you ask.

“Sure, gorgeous but only if I can lick the spoons.”

You giggle and slide your hands from his chest to his back, gently scratching as you go.

“You’re allowed since you got me my pumpkins.”

The next evening, on the porch of your small house, you sit nestled under a blanket on the swinging bench Joel built you with your feet tucked into his lap while he strums his guitar, and you sip some tea and munch on a pumpkin muffin.

He stops playing and catches your eye.

“Gimme some sugar darlin’.”

You sit up and hold the muffin out, but he dodges it and takes your chin between his fingers, gently pulling your lips to his for a soft taste.

After the kiss he takes a big bite, laughing when you finish the rest off by popping it in your mouth.

“These really came good,” you mumble through the mouth full.

“They did darlin.’ But nothin’s as sweet as you,” he murmurs, before kissing you again.

[archangeldyke-all]

i’m so excited for halloween. i love all things fall/october.

could you write an autumn fic? 🍂

more specifically— i feel like the reader would have to force sev to wear some kinda costume for halloween >:) how do you think sev x reader would dress up? how would they spend their night together? ly mootie! ♡

my city's in the middle of a heat wave and it's HUMID too, it's horrible-- so yes, let's think about fall for a while hehehehe

men and minors dni

there is no doubt in my mind that fall's her favorite season.

and i think halloween is probably her favorite holiday too.

she's not a festive person, so even though she loves fall, she doesn't really indulge herself in things like decorating or baking.

but you do.

sevika doesn't realize how much she loves fall until she meets you. because you treat fall like it's your birthday or something. sevika's shocked to see how much you incorporate her favorite season into your day to day life. and even more surprising, she's shocked to find that she kind of loves it.

as the leaves start to change, you start making her coffee pumpkin flavored, sometimes adding a bit of hazelnut and cinnamon too. she fucking loves it, it's the best coffee she's ever had.

your apartment always smells like pumpkin pie or autumn leaves or flannel-- various candles burning and filling your space with the cozy smells and a lovely warm glow when the days start to grow dark earlier.

you start cooking hearty, warm meals-- stews and chilis and soups and curries-- sevika fucking adores it. there's nothing like a freshly baked slice of bread scooping up some kind of meaty sauce.

and your baking. sevika's almost cries the first time you hand her a plate of freshly homemade triple chocolate chip cookies, with a tall glass of milk.

she adores watching you start to get cozier as the days grow colder. your home becomes slowly filled with fuzzy blankets, you string up some fairy lights to flick on in the dark afternoons, pumpkin decor starts to decorate your tables and shelves.

she loves watching you cuddle into a hoodie, or pull a scarf up over your nose when you're outside and it's chilly. she especially loves cuddling with you under a blanket on the couch.

sevika just can't say no to you. she hates it. (she loves it.)

this means she ends up carving jack-o-lanterns for the first time in her life with you at the big age of forty three. she's surprised to find that she loves it-- scooping the guts of the pumpkin out is so satisfying, and she's always loved stabbing things. (what she loves most of all is the way you arrange your jackolanterns right next to each other on your front stoop, a scarf strung around the two of them, just like when you share your scarf with her.)

this also means that she wears a halloween costume for the first time in nearly thirty five years just for you.

obviously, it has to be a matching costume. sevika will not humiliate herself unless it's to show the world that she's yours.

i'm thinking about the classic lesbian couple costumes: werewolf and vampire.

sevika tries to get away with being a vampire by just drawing two little dots of red lipstick on her neck. you go all out-- buying a werewolf mask and gloves. and on the night of, when you reveal your costumes to each other, you pout at sevika until she rolls her eyes and gives in-- putting on the vampire costume you bought at the same halloween store you got your mask in.

you go to a party at silco's house, the adults drinking while the kids binge on candy, spooky music blasting, vander trying to jumpscare every guest by the end of the night.

you only show up for an hour before you decide to head home, both of you overwhelmed by the party.

sevika tugs on your sleeve as you wander through the leaf-covered sidewalks toward home. "babe, look." she whispers.

she swipes her vampire-cape to the side and reveals one of her fanny packs on her hip-- stuffed to the brim with candy she's stolen from the kids.

you burst into laughter and smack her shoulder, before pulling a kitkat out of her bag and crunching into it.

when you get back home, you spend the rest of the night smoking a joint on the front porch together, snuffing it out when kids approach and ask for candy.

sevika's shocked when you reveal the box of full size bars you'd bought to pass out, and you just shrug. "it keeps me on the good side of all the neighbor kids for the rest of the year."

she knows this isn't the real reason you do it though, you're too much of a softie. the real reason is the giant smiles and excited laughs the kids give the pair of you when you pass them the giant chocolates.

at one point, a little boy dressed in a dinosaur costume approaches with his parents trailing behind him. he seem's shy-- scared to run up onto your porch-- but with a bit of encouragement from you and his parents, he finally climbs the steps.

when sevika hands the boy the candy bar--nearly the size of his head-- his entire expression changes, a huge, toothless grin taking over his face. "thanks scary ladies!" he shouts, before running back down the stairs to show his parents his bounty. sevika chuckles to herself about this for the rest of the night.

by eleven, most of the kids have gone home. you and sev turn in, blowing out the jackolanterns, leaving the box of chocolate out for any teenagers looking to make trouble, hoping that they'll take the bribe and keep from egging or tp-ing your house.

you get in your (matching flannel) pjs and crawl into bed, snuggling and lazily making out as coraline plays on the tv.

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[bucknastysbabe]

hi cal! i love your page sm. i wanted to request more chubby bucky (i’m so obsessed & haven’t seen him in a min) also make sure to take care of yourself and have a good day/night 🩷

HI!!!! Sorry I’ve been such a spazz and awful about my page and askbox I’m in my new era blah blah but YES! CHUBBY BUCKY! Thanks for the well wishes I’m trying to practice ~self care~ and ~time management~ mwah mwah much love. So let’s say this just in the same universe as Poolside Blues!

Rating: Explicit

Tags: TW: body dysmorphia, obsessive thoughts, negative body talk, Muscle chub Buck, Bucky’s shit self esteem is saved by sunshine gf, holiday weight gain, Bucky being a stubborn mf, switch!Bucky, reader has empathic projection, horny texts, body worship, WE LOVE SOFT PARTS AND STRETCH MARKS ROUND HERE, teasing, sub space, daddy kink, pnv!sex, cuddles and fluff, Bucky is just a big cuddly tiger kitty

“Bucky if you stare at the scale any longer I’m going to break it. Holidays are over, you can get back to being in the gym twenty-five eight.”

Bucky eyed his petite girlfriend, frowning from the doorway to the bathroom. He palmed his stupid fucking gut and sighed, he actually had to suck in to see the number! This is why Bucky hated the holidays. Besides being cold. James Buchanan Barnes very much disliked the cold, one could assume why.

He could handle the residual un-moveable pudge leftover from Hydra’s ever consistent tinkering with his bodily functions. But then it all started with Halloween. Wanda and his girlfriend loved to bake. So he’s getting force fed cookies. Then they need to decorate, go to functions, give out candy. No time for gym.

Bucky grumbled and stepped off the scale, padding to his closet. He grumbled more, “Stupid turkey holiday.” Great yes, the holiday known for feasting. Pumpkin spiced everything in his vision. Bucky had a weakness for pumpkin, his ma made good spiced bread. He took a short vacation with his lovely little angel to the mountains. He tried to rationalize that hiking and marathon sex would make up for the amount of food he had ingested.

Tony Stark of course had a grandiose Thanksgiving celebration. Bucky tried to keep it light, he did, he really did. But every refusal got sad eyes or downright offense. The former winter soldier was belly up by the end of the night, all gym plans out the window.

Christmas fared no better. His best gal absolutely adored Christmas. It was the first holiday she’d experience not as an asset to Hydra, just like Bucky. So instead of RUNNING or LIFTING, the Brunette was shopping and ice skating. He’d already gone up a size in clothes December 3rd to be exact. Bucky correctly guessed he would go up another post-Christmas.

He’d whinge and rant to Steve, the blondie listening and telling Bucky to chill— it’s not like anyone thought it was bad. Bucky exasperatedly shouted, “I’m like a goddamn balloon! I don’t need to be on missions like this! I’m going to Bruce, jerk.”

“Punk.”

Bruce didn’t help either. Just said once he got back into a routine it would come off and he’d be at his regular weight. Refused to give Bucky Ozempic either. Some kinda doctor he was, his patient was obviously distraught.

“Are you dressed yet?,” she hollered.

“Give me a second!,” Bucky pouted.

He was going to pout today. Go to gym, get anger out, and pout. So he shimmied on some catastrophically tight basketball shorts and the biggest shirt he could find. Luckily it covered him up. May or may not have been a panic buy. Bucky cursed some more sitting on his bench to lace up his shoes, stupid gut getting in the way.

Red faced and irritated he snarked, “Happy now princess? I’m going to the gym, nothing is stopping me, I will be going to work out.” She grinned and watched him grab his bag, slapping a round ass cheek on his way out. Bucky shuddered at the wobble. Her familiar rasp rang out, “Nice ass baby! Go get em!”

He was too old for this. Technically his girl was ten years his junior if you took off the cryogenic time. He loved her dearly, always bubbly, somehow remained optimistic after all she’d been through. But the little freak liked Bucky’s pudge, loved it. Always grabbing up on it.

Bucky took the stairs to the gym. He needed it. The brunette thought with a smirk that if he had a nickel for every time he had to remove her hands from his ‘handles of love’ he would’ve been a millionaire back during the Depression. He grimaced at the feeling of his chubby tummy and thick thighs.

Finally. He’d made it. Gym time.

Not a soul in sight, Bucky could just relax and get his frustrations out. With a fuck-ton of a cardio and some toning exercises— really didn’t need any muscle to bulk him out more. He felt a bit peaceful for once, a strange bravado coming over him. The soldier stretched his unused muscles and did a bit of breathing exercises.

God, he already felt lighter. Maybe. Maybe he would take a picture and see if the camera made him look different. Bucky’s therapist already hammered him about his ‘body dysmorphia and negative self-image’.

Taking a peak about and tying his hair half up, Bucky propped the camera at a flattering angle and yanked off his shirt. He refused to look in a mirror for the holidays unless he was clothed. Fiddling with the inane controls, the man finally had the thing on a timer. He pulled off his shirt and tried to pose, straighten up his back again.

The flash went off and he ran to the phone, hit send, then sat down on a nearby bench to look fully. The brunette had to keep his ‘body positive!’ thoughts at the forefront. His chest and legs looked good. Face didn’t look too puffy thanks beard.

Disgust picked the earlier bravado up and hulk smashed it. Buck’s eyes were glued to his rounded belly and fat hips, a muffin over those horrid shorts. There, oh my god, there were stretchmarks on him? Bucky never had stretchmarks! Not the red kind! But there they were— mocking him. Ragged lines on his hips and sections of stomach.

He deleted the picture, feeling horrid. He should run more. But not before the pings blowing up his phone. She was strange and texted in 5 different messages that could’ve been sent in one singular text.

“Babbbbyyyy omg you’re so hot”

“Fuck, I’m getting all flustered in this debrief.”

“Look at that pretty body. Wanna lick those pretty stripes, tiger.”

“I’m so horny lmfao get your ass back to the room in 30. I’m gonna fucking ride you so goddamn hard.”

Bucky blinked a bit, feeling himself perk up. He still was a overblown balloon, but at-least the weirdo he loved enjoyed it. “Tiger huh,” he murmured, scratching at the sensitive marks. Bucky had a time limit now, snatching his gear up and stuffing it into a bag, hustling down the stairs to his room.

“Hey Buck,” Sam’s voice was a blur as Bucky entered his room. He smirked a bit hearing a muffled, “Weird ass.” The super soldier kept his mind on the prize— getting the daylights fucked out of him by his girls. Nope he wasn’t going to pay attention to the chafe on the inside of his thighs one bit. Okay...maybe he’d powder the area after the shower.

All he had to do was wait now. Wait. Not get nerved about his very naked body. He felt like a pile of exposed lard but it’ll be okay. Yep. Bucky would be fine. Pussy would fix his problems. As long as she played nice and didn’t tease. That rendered Bucky into a teary, babbling mess. Either he was always a masochist or Hydra made him into one but God— sometimes when she got mean he saw stars.

The door busted open, Bucky feeling relief at her grinning face. She gently closed it behind her, stripping easily while throwing her panties at him. He caught the material, moaning softly as she growled, “See what you did to me in the middle of that debrief? Had to cut it short my pheromones were so bad.”

Bucky inspected the panties, eyes fluttering at the slick wetting the cloth. He gripped and inhaled, hand flying down to soothe his cock. A lithe body crawled to the end of the bed, the soldier flushing as she seated herself in between his thighs. Keeping him in fucking missionary, her manicured nails spreading him a bit. He gasped, body jolting at the exposure.

Her perky tits heaved as she groped at his thighs and slid down to get handfuls of his round ass. Bucky threw his head back and moaned, “W-What are you up to?” Earlier mentioned pheromones were making his body keyed up and sensitive, pupils likely swallowing up blue eyes. She leaned forward, taught body against his cock.

“Mmm- I don’t know really. You just looked so delicious,” she kissed his belly and cooed, “I know you’re upset with yourself right now, Buck, you’re fucking gorgeous. Holiday weight or not. But I’ll even go to the gym with you, know I’ve been a distraction.”

Bucky slurred a name, hands reaching for her waist, she was so sweet. He sighed, “I enjoyed you as my distraction, best disss-traction everrr. Fuck you’re makin’ me horny babydoll.” She crawled up his bigger body to plant a kiss on Bucky’s swollen lips before sliding back to her place. His cock leaked when she giggled, “I know, poor baby’s all achy for me. But I wanna do something first.”

She slid palms up and down Bucky’s muscled arms, soothing him a little. Then the she-devil gripped his chunky love-handles and shook, watching with poorly-disguised glee. Bucky whined, “Baaaby, stoppp, it’s awful!”

“Think of them as tiger stripes, they’ll fade out when you drop weight,” she dug under where his belly hung a bit and traced at his most sensitive stretch marks. Bucky let out an indecent noise, thrusting up into her sweet touch. The fellow avenger cooed, “S’that feel good tiger? Need some lotion. Pretty boy.”

Bucky outright whimpered when her hand wrapped around his weepy cock, already slick from copious pre. She slowly moved her hand, praising him. Pretty boy, smart, handsome, good, kind, helpful.

He was going to bust a nut before anything happened. Bucky barked, “B-babe, stop! Stop!” Her pretty brows knitted together, hand jerking away as she asked, “What’s wrong bub?” He panted, “Gimme a second, w-wanna fuck you so baaaad.” She gently stroked the outside of thick muscled thighs, padded with love in her opinion.

“Thought I was going to ride you?,” she asked, face beginning to flush.

Bucky shook his head, managing to push himself up to get face-to-face. His soft body filled the tight space between them, making her whimper now. Bucky used one hand to caress the side of her face, the other massaging her pretty tit. Long lashes fluttered, her lips falling open.

Score. He managed to somewhat fumble through the pheromone fog.

Bucky rumbled, “Nuh-uh, all this talk about my body and you don’t want me to pin you down and fill your pretty pussy up? Hm sweetheart?” He punctuated the sentence with a deep kiss, the sweet thing easily giving up to him. It was fun when she played mean but Bucky had more experience— he could play his girl like a fucking fiddle.

“C’mon,” smack, “use your,” smack, “words baby,” smack smack. She didn’t want to stop kissing, sucking on his bottom lip as he pulled away. She blushed, embarrassed on how fast the situation had flipped. His girl whined, “Yeah, c’mon fuck me, fuck me full daddy.” He grinned and laid back, strong arms pulling her atop him.

She squealed, eyes widening. Bucky purred, “You know what to do, Daddy’ll let you on top.” He bit his swollen lip again watching the tip of his clock get swallowed by molten heat, the pair of them shuddering in ecstasy. Her little hands planted on his chest, panting and whining at the fullness. He’d get to work, holding that pretty waist and fucking up into her tight cunt.

It wasn’t long before she was crying out and laying atop his body, gasping, “Y’feel so good! Ah! Soft and oh god s’fucking hard!” Bucky sucked at her neck and thrust into her with downright pornographic slaps. He grunted and gasped, legs wonderfully getting another workout.

He murmured into her ear, a hand stilling all that writhing the poor thing was doing, “Yeah doll? Daddy fucking you good? Feels good to lay on Daddy and get your pussy pounded huh?” She sobbed, clenching and spilling tears on his neck, “Yes daddy! Yes! Don’t stop, fuckfuckfuck, s’rubbing my clit! I love you Daddy!”

Bucky’s eyes crossed for a second. What?

The evil flab that curses his very existence is a free clit rubber? He moaned in delight. Bucky changed their position some to milk out that new fact. Might as well abuse it before it’s gone. His baby was clinging to him now, mewling his name, pussy spasming sporadically. Bucky tilted her head up, melting at her pretty eyes. He rasped, “Come for Daddy baby, know you’re close, let go babydoll.”

He was grinding the tip of his cock into her soft spot while cooing at her. She hiccuped on a sob, the entirety of lean frame tightening down on him. His baby was a lot stronger than she looked. He could feel her core clamp and soak his cock, sending Bucky reeling into his own orgasm with a hoarse shout. He whimpered at the feeling of his balls drawing painfully tight, emptying all he had pent up.

They laid in a pile of sweat and spend, probably love. She was still subbed out, nuzzling into Bucky, only making a soft noise when his soft cock slid out. The brunette guessed it was his turn to return her earlier favor. He felt like the man of the hour. Crazy little kitten thought her geriatric overweight cyborg assassin was hot. Even with the holiday pounds.

So he pressed little kisses, rubbed her back, waxed poetic nonsense of his love for her. Bucky was a lover boy back in the day, just a little rusty, not like his Babygirl was on planet Earth right now anyways. She murmured into his neck with a dopey smile, “Tiger.”

Once again, crazy fellow asset saving Bucky’s wavering self-esteem. How lucky was he?

[germhammy]

“Ice cream? In winter?”

Enid: oh! I can’t wait to see this plushie store! Wait. Pugsley, where did Wednesday go? I thought she was behind us?

Pugsley: she went to get some flowers from the greenhouse

Wednesday returned with a couple daliahs, one red, one black

Wednesday: all right. Let us go. Pugsley, would you like to get ice cream?

Pugsley: yes! May I get a waffle cone?

Wednesday: you may. Enid?

Enid: ice cream? When it’s nearly freezing out?

Pugsley: best time to get ice cream!

Wednesday: your new winter gear will come in handy today

Enid: thank you for buying the stuff for me.

Wednesday: actually my father gave me the money. ‘We can not have my little storm cloud’s little sunshine freeze her happy buns off!’

Enid: -laughing- did he really say that?

Pugsley: yes! You should have seen Wednesday blush !-He got punched in the arm by his sister-

The walk to Have a Nice Cream was pleasant. Enid was surprised to see a line.

Enid: wow. Pugsley, there is a line?

Pugsley: winter is the best. Plus that always have the best flavors during the winter

Enid: what is Wednesday doing? -noticing her girlfriend walking to the curb and bowing her head before stepping off and placing the flowers in the street-

Pugsley was hesitant to answer

Wednesday: it is all right, Pugs. Enid knows about Nero. -turning to Enid- This is the spot where Nero was run over. I missed paying my respects here when we were here Thanksgiving because of all the craziness about my announcements.

Enid: do you have any pictures of Nero, Wednesday? Scorpions totally creep me out. But I would love to see some photos of him.

Wednesday: I am sure my mother will be happy to share some. We can ask her later. Now I promised the two of you ice cream

Enid was amazed at all the holiday flavors when they finally got inside and were handed the menu at the door. Chocolate peppermint, eggnog, pumpkin spice, apple pie, apple cider, mulled wine, fruit cake, gingerbread, cheesecake with choice of strawberry, blueberry, cherry, raspberry, lingonberry or cloudberry drizzle, rum cookie, pecan pie, bread pudding, butter cookie, and walnut poppyseed

Enid: wow. I have no idea what to get. What are you getting, Pugsley?

Pugsley: I’m getting what I always get this time of year. Chocolate peppermint

Enid: Wednesday?

Wednesday: Cheesecake with lingonberry. I know you love those pumpkin spiced drinks. I think you will enjoy the ice cream here.

Enid: okay!

Wednesday ordered, hers in a cup and Pugsley’s and Enid’s in waffle cones. The ate the ice cream on the way to the plushie shop

[anamericangirl]

What’s a good reason to not take my own life? I’ve been feeling this way for years. Been to multiple treatment programs. Seen by several different therapists. Anti-depressants. I frequently go outdoors to exercise. Try to fill up my life with being optimistic about my (admittedly nice) job, hobbies, travel, and volunteering. And yet I’m still no better than I was 5 years ago and I have no hope about a happy future. “Your family will miss you.” Ok, and? I think it’s selfish to tell people in pain to continue living like that because some people might temporarily feel sad. They’ll eventually move on. My friends too, especially the ones who are happily married “to their best friends” and having babies and are so happy that they forget I exist.

Hey anon I hope I am not too late! I am just getting out of a hurricane and was without internet access for several days so i apologize for the delay.

But there are so many reasons not to take your own life. In fact, I can’t think of a single reason why you should.

I know it’s tough right now and trust me, I know that depression makes it all feel pointless and worthless and can plague you for years but even though if feels like forever I promise you these feelings and this depression and your circumstances are TEMPORARY. And it would be a tragedy for you to take your life over temporary circumstances and not see what is possible on the other side.

Yes your family and friends will miss you but you should stay because your life has purpose and meaning! Therapy and anti-depressants are good and I’m glad you’ve been trying those things because that means you don’t actually want to die - you just want the pain to stop. And that’s completely understandable and also manageable!

It’s great that you’ve been continuing to exercise and do volunteer work because those things can definitely impact your mood, but they aren’t the source of true joy, peace and happiness. Now I’m a Christian so I’m sure it won’t surprise you for me to say this, but what you are looking for and what you need can only come from God. I urge you to put your faith and trust in him and give him your burdens.

The devil has a hold on you right now, don’t let him win!

“So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.” - Isaiah 41:10

For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. - Jeremiah 29:11

“The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.” - John 10:10

“Cast your cares on the LORD and he will sustain you; he will never let the righteous be shaken.” - psalm 55:22

“The LORD is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. The righteous person may have many troubles, but the LORD delivers him from them all.” - psalm 34:18-19

But now that I’ve gone on my spiel, here are some reasons I think it’s good to keep living. Not all my original thoughts but ones i agree with.

1. You matter

2. No one else is you.

3. Your younger self

4. Your next favorite song.

5. Warm blankets.

6. Thunderstorms

7. The fact that you’re in control of your future.

8. Experiencing new cultures.

9. Making new friends.

10. Road trips.

11. Sunsets and sunrises.

12. Reading good books.

13. Learning a new language.

14. Adopting a pet.

15. Fresh baked bread and cookies.

16. Getting packages in the mail.

17. Autumn.

18. Pumpkin spice.

19. Drinking coffee in the morning.

20. Beaches and being able to sink your toes into the sand.

21. Stepping on crunchy leaves.

22. Recovery.

23. Falling in love.

24. Rain.

25. Petting puppies and kittens.

26. Drinking water.

27. Trying something new and loving it.

28. Your favorite artist putting out new music.

29. A new season on your favorite TV show.

30. Planting a garden and growing your own vegetables.

31. Farmers Markets.

32. Trying out the newest local coffee shop or restaurant.

33. Karaoke

34. All of the people you have yet to meet.

35. Horseback riding

36. Stars.

37. Ice cream.

38. Ice tea.

39. Scented candles.

40. Learning something new.

41. Museums.

42. Going to the movies.

43. Hearing your favorite song come on the radio.

44. Learning to make a new recipe.

45. Your life is precious.

46. You are enough.

47. Random acts of kindness.

48. God looked at the world and thought it needed you.

49. Your story could save someone else.

50. Looking back on this time in 10 years and realizing you made it.

There’s an endless amount of reasons to stay alive and I hope some of them resonate with you.

But if you are desperate please reach out to the suicide prevention hotline at 988. If you are outside the US then you can find the number for your location here.

Please know that I am praying for you and please reach out to me again if you want to. I would love to keep up with how you are doing 💜

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

A Very Cutesy, Very Demure Halloween -Oneshot

I'm pausing "The Witch and The Doctor" to post this little Halloween blurb that was requested. Happy Halloween my darlings!

Word count: 875

Bucky never did quite understand the point of Halloween.  He knew it came from an ancient pagan holiday called Samhain, and the whole idea of the veil between the living and the dead being thin that one day of the year.  He was sure that to some extent it was something to remember those who had passed on, but it had turned into this big, commercialized production that he didn’t like.  That, and considering his gory, troubled past, he couldn’t understand the appeal of slasher or horror films.

But watching Y/N teeter dangerously on a dining room chair as she pinned up more lights and long garlands of fake Autumn leaves along the common room ceiling, he couldn’t help but smile.  “Careful, Y/N,” Bucky laughed, walking over and steadying the chair, his hands moving up to hold her hips.  

“Oh, ha!” Y/N laughed, glancing down at him as she placed the last bit of garland just the way she wanted.  “Thanks, Buck.”

He helped her get off the chair, watching her step back and inspect her handiwork.  “Is decorating for Fall really worth risking your well being?” he smirked.

“100%,” she answered, winking at him.  “Autumn is the best time of the year.”

“Are you a horror fan?” He asked, trying to gauge her reasoning.

“Oh, no, not me.  I’m a wuss when it comes to horror films.  I’m more of a cutesy, tamed version of Halloween lover,” she shook her head as she bent over to grab more things out of her decor box.  “More Hocus Pocus than Ghostface, you know?”

“Hocus Pocus?” Bucky asked.

Y/N dropped the decor she was holding, looking at him incredulously.  “You’ve never seen Hocus Pocus?!” she asked loudly.

“Uh…no?” Bucky said, a little nervous at her reaction.

“OH MY GOD!” she screamed.  “We are watching it tonight.  Clear your calendar.  You have no plans.  Do you understand me?”

“Yes, yes ma’am,” Bucky smirked but nodded seriously.

“Good.  Now help me put the rest of this stuff out,” Y/N said, a terse tone in her voice that left no room for argument.

Bucky helped Y/N put up the rest of the Autumn and Halloween decorations she had in her boxes, being extra careful and diligent in putting them in the exact spot she instructed him to.  By the time dinner rolled around he helped her get a soup going, then sliced some french bread that they crisped up in the oven to dip it into the soup.  She got some cookies and drinks ready and they sat down in front of the TV in the common room that was above the fireplace, which she promptly turned on.  “For the vibes,” she said with a happy grin as she turned on the movie Hocus Pocus.

Bucky enjoyed the movie.  It was a little corny at times, and he didn’t understand all the references, but he liked it a lot, almost crying at the sweet, family moment at the end.  When it was over and “I Put a Spell On You” played again over the credits Y/N turned to him with a serious look.  “So?” she asked.

He smiled at her.  “I loved it,” he said.

Y/N squealed, her smile wide as she clapped her hands.  “Oh yay!  It’s so good, right?  Not too scary or anything.  Spooky but in a chill, happy way.”

“Exactly,” Bucky agreed, sitting up and turning to face her.  “Today has been fun.  Thank you for including me and sharing it with me.”

Y/N’s smile softened, her eyes twinkling in happiness.  “No problem.  I’m glad you liked it all.  It’s my favorite time of year, and I haven’t been able to really relax and celebrate it for a while with, well, you know, all this,” she said, gesturing to the Avengers Tower around them.  “Hopefully I can get to an actual pumpkin patch this year.”

“Can I come with you?” Bucky asked.

Y/N smirked teasingly at him.  “You wanna tromp around a pumpkin patch, in the freezing Autumn breeze?”

“As long as it’s with you, then yes,” Bucky said, slightly leaning toward her with his own smirk.

Y/N’s eyes widened at his words, her smile slipping in shock.  “Really?” she asked quietly.

“Really,” Bucky nodded, leaning forward again until he could reach and nuzzled her nose with his.  “We could make it a date.”

“A date?” Y/N whispered, her eyes fluttering at how close he was.

“If you’ll have me?” Bucky implied, arching an eyebrow at her.  “Then I could take you on a walk around Central Park to see the changing leaves with a pumpkin spice latte?”

Y/N smiled widely again, nuzzling his nose back.  “That sounds perfect.” 

Bucky angled his head and grazed his lips over hers.  “Then it’s a date.  But, I don’t think I can wait for that first date kiss.”

“Me neither,” Y/N said, then surged forward and kissed him.

Bucky immediately responded, kissing her back passionately as he wound his arms around her waist, and she wrapped her arms around his neck.  He felt elated at finally getting to this point, thanking the spooky powers above for giving him a spooky girl as his Halloween treat.

[fairykazu]

GINGERBREAD COMPETITION WITH CHILDE contents // established relationship, cheesy pick up lines / nicknames, baking chaos, one f bomb notes // i wanted this to be longer but ive delayed it for so much. hopefully by the time this is up im working on the next oneshot masterlist

childe had that look in his eyes, the fighting spirit he gets when he gets an idea to fight with you. playfully, of course. "babe," you weren't looking in his direction, instead, you were wrapping bows over the presents.

once he gets an idea, he never lets it go. "babe," he began to pester you, poking you in the sides while you were as still as a rock, used to of his antics. he started to frown, "babe, name, c'mon, aren't you my my sweet pea pookie? the apple of my eye?"

didn't phase you yet? don't worry, he still has a lot of nicknames up his sleeve. you began to wrap more presents. "sweetie muffin?"

you know if you give in, you have to listen to whatever he says to say for the moment but if you don't, he will pressingly continue with the cringe nicknames to make you listen to his announcement. as much you do want to know his announcement, you also wanted to finish wrapping presents as soon as possible.

"pumpkin butter honey biscuit..." that actually sounds really good. he pouted, it's really cute how he pouts despite the current circumstances. he's like a pitiful dog.

you were keeping your defenses up until he got closer to the nape of your neck, whispering, "sweet mcdreamy nutter butter... please..."

now that was terrible, you winced, "what?" he smiled when he finally got your attention, he cleared his throat while he held a fake microphone, "ahem, may i announce an idea?"

after finishing two bows, you tapped your chin with your finger, pretending to think, "hmmmm," you looked into his cerulean eyes pleading you to say yes. "you may."

already from your answer, he was with glee. he began to act like a host in those reality tv shows, "in honor of the winter spirit and tsarita, i say, 'we shall, have a gingerbread competition!'"

the idea has crossed your mind but considering the baking skills and how much childe likes to wing his recipes, "gingerbread competiton? who's going to make the bread?"

he smiled, "we are!" snaking his arms around your waist, pulling you up from the floor. you tapped on his shoulder as he sets you down, you furrowed a brow,

"the recipe?"

childe waved his phone around, "xiangling!"

you nodded, thankful that childe wouldn't wing the cookies this time. last time it was too salty when salt was supposed to enhance the sugar in the gingerbread. "okay, fine. what's the prizes?"

he exhaled nervously as you peered at him, "i didn't think this far. i thought you would reject my idea."

"start with the thinking pretty boy!"

flustered a little, he replied back with "ok, my sugar snookums."

you sighed, "i need you to stop with these, ajax." he laughed a little,

"these won't stop, pookie dookie bookie."

⋆｡˚❆˚ ｡⋆

as the ingredients are prepped and ready, the challenge is set. the person with the best house, voting decided on instagram, would win by choosing the christmas movie and halloween costume for the next year, which isn't a prize per say but childe thinks so. despite the fact, you suggest he should choose and he always faltered to go with yours.

childe rolled up his sleeves as you tidied up your hair. glancing at your boyfriend, you recalled back when people had told you different rumors about him. how he was a playboy or indifferent cold hearted person, despite it all, you didn't fall for those.

but one particular one caught your attention, one being his eyes being always blank, missing a shine in his eyes. but when you look into his, it's always filled with light like how the sea reflects the light in every wave in sunny afternoons. "babe? is something wrong?"

"yeah," you replied as childe's face became concerned. he held your head in his hands, inspecting anything on your face.

"what's wrong?"

"you're too pretty."

he giggled, twirling one ginger lock around his fingers before turning around, clearing his throat. a dust of pink across his face, "i mean, thank you, babe. i appreciate it!! um, let's get started, yeah!!"

it was an hour in, the gingerbread cookies were done baking, cooling off away from the oven. while you were sketching your idea for your house, thinking about a castle or maybe a cottage? childe tapped your shoulder, you turned to his direction,

"hey girl, mind if we take a picture?"

you ignored him and continued to draw, "hey, c'mon," he pouted as sighing as you turned to him again. "'cause i need to show Santa exactly what i want for Christmas." he winked as you laughed,

"okay, childe."

"im the rizzler- wait what?"

"what?"

"childe? not even babe? you hate me!" childe bawled, dramatically draping his hand against his forehead. "didn't know that you are such an ice queen. i think im going to get a frostbite from your gaze of hatred and bullying," he started to frown, eyes pretending to water.

he's so dramatic. you sighed deeply, snaking your arms around him. he burrowed his head into your shoulder, soaking up the attention you're giving him, "i apologize, my blizzard babe, i'm trying to win the competition."

childe's jaw dropped, "YOU SAID A CHEESY NICKNAME???? i can't believe youre getting into the christmas spirit." he silently cheered as you retorted,

"and no one will believe you that i did."

"fuck."

[delopsia]

delly 🍓✨ i’m glad you’re feeling better 🌻

let’s say rhett and bobby are late coming back from the stadium… reader has hopped in a bath with all the fixings when—just as they’ve reached maximum relaxin’—the beloved husbands come (lovingly) barging in with a big basket of goodies from the mortons (y’all missed the first farmer’s market of the autumn season), and bobby (for once) is trying to get one (let’s be real, two) of those giant chocolate chip pumpkin cookies right now. that is, until they see you, looking pretty as a picture, glistening in the warm glow of the lights. are they trying to climb in the tub with reader, or are they content to sit beside the tub and hold reader’s hands while telling them about what they missed down at the stadium with archie?

💐 t

ps. OMG THEY (WE? lmao) GOT MARRIED!! I’M SO HAPPY!! I LOVE THESE THREE AND THIS STORY AND YOU FOR SHARING IT WITH US OMG 🌻💛🌻

pps. i love your CREEPIN IT COUNTY header omg 🧡

I'm glad that you like the Creepin It Country thing because that was my first and only attempt at making my own header 😭🧡 But yes!! Omg, I'm just glad that the wedding is finally over 😭 because now I can finally move on to expanding on the rodeo stuff and formally introducing the Floytt family critters.

I have this image in my head of Bob freezing mid-bite when he sees the Reader in the bath. Full on deer in the headlights type thing. Just a few seconds ago, he was half-assedly trying to evade Rhett (because, for some reason, that menace doesn't want one of the cookies in the container; he wants Bob's cookie), and now he's just barged in on the Reader's bath.

Rhett's the one that breaks him out of it. Finds the perfect chance to swipe in and steal a bite big enough to take a fourth of the cookie and just bounces right on in. Watcha doin'? How long you been in here? What all did you use? He's already curled up next to the tub by the time Bob remembers that he can move.

Truth be told, Rhett really wants to climb in, but he waits to be invited, sits there like a big ol' puppy dog until the Reader actually opens their mouth and tells him that it's okay to join them.

Bob very well could fit, too. Technically speaking, this thing can fit Reader, Rhett, Bob, and Mr and Ms. Morton (this was learned when y'all were experimenting to see if this tub would be big enough before buying it), but Bob is a little more content to watch and show off everything they brought back.

There's all kinds of stuff in this wicker basket. A little gnome with leaves on his hat, a tiny pumpkin, three of those locally made ceramic mugs that sold out in the first hour, a few bath bombs from the little business across the street from the farmer's market.

Pumpkin bread, apple cobbler, pumpkin bundt cake, way too many cookies to count, oh, and Willow (Archie's wife) sent a whole tray of her homemade maple cinnamon rolls!

There's so much that they nearly forget about the rodeo in its entirety. They had a bull nearly break through the fence, and another one decided that he was not going to be wrangled out of the arena. Rhett brought Maeve, Isabella's filly, out for the first time to try and get her used to the environment, and she...may have gotten into trouble for poking her little head over the fence and trying to bite the horse Bob was on.

"She's still a baby," Rhett grumbles.

But Bob just glares at him. "She's a menace."

...he says as if he didn't just buy her a new custom halter because she outgrew the other one. And there's definitely not a bag of treats for her downstairs...and he definitely did not buy those for her right after the biting incident...definitely not.

The bickering about how he's unintentionally spoiled that little horse continues long after Reader has gotten out of the bath, crawled into some comfy pajamas, and snuggled up in bed to watch a movie.

[the-fandom-queenxox]

Blaming @sincerely-nines for letting the demons out

Here is the minecraft food update ideas that have been plaguing me fo a very long time:

(Also I know most of what I am about to list off are in many minecraft mods, you don't have to tell me about them, I just wanna yap about things)

(Also also I mainly talked about food we could have with the already existing edible minecraft items)

-First of all WHY DON'T WE HAVE APPLE PIE IN MINECRAFT!!! WE HAVE PUMPKIN PIE SURE BUT WE DESERVE APPLE PIE TOO!! Oh and also golden/enchanted golden apple pie... cause I think it would be funny and I want it

-Continuing the pie train sweet berry pie, glow berry pie, shepherd's pie(we have enough meat options to make it), chicken pot pie and also just learned about this one, fish pie

-Speaking of fish, sushi. "Oh bUt FAndOm yOU neEd riCe AnD SeAwEEd To mAKe sUsHI" no you don't, there are many recipes of sushi without rice in them and you can use the dried kelp as a substitute to seawed

-But also yeah they should add rice too

-Squids, we should be able to eat the squids... both of them(and yes you would get the glow effect if you ate the glow squid)

-Getting back on the pie train for a second for the actual last pie for the list(unless I forgot any that could be made via the limited items we have in minecraft), chorus fruit pie, cause it's funny to think about

-Carrot cake, chocolate cake or even better brownies, sweet berry cake and glow berry cake

-Sugar cookies

-Cheese!!! Which they made cheese in one of the april fools updates, so they infact can code this in, but I want it in a specific way, it is the height of a half slab and it is eaten like a cake... and maybe also cream, butter, yogurt or frosting even, since the one cake we do have seems to already have something like that on the sprite on it... also I think it would be funny if you crafted a whole stick of butter and eat it infront of your friends

-Speaking of "april fools updates" sweet potatoes and mashed potatoes

-Chocolate, just regular chocolate

-Add on from the last point hot chocolate

-French toast, we have all the ingredients for this why can't we have it?!

-Maybe some egg dishes? Like fried eggs, boiled eggs, scrambled eggs...

-Oh it just came to me, eggs benedict! Just replace the english muffin with regular bread, which probably make it count as a sandwich now that I think about it... they should also add sandwiches...

-Maybe also some more dishes with mushrooms? Even though I don't lkke mushrooms irl it's kinda weird to only have one food item with them in it

-I also wouldn't mind if they made more stews or soup

-Puddings! More specifically bread pudding and chocolate pudding

-Caramel

-A lot of trees are actually very safe to eat the bark and seeds of

-Sunflower seeds

-Also apparently if you boil it, you can eat bamboo as well and we have that in minecraft so we should eat it

-Many types of juices!! Some short examples would be carrot juice, melon juice, beetroot juice... etc.

-Kinda going off topic with this one, but I wanna gnaw on the bones we get from the skeletons, mojang let me eat the bones!!! You can make it so if you eat one it gives nausea cause it is actually unhealthy to eat bone as is and can make you seriously sick, but I wanna be a rabid fucking animal damn it and scare off the hoes. Side note here but you can also eat bonemeal and be okay to do so, so yeah that is also an option

Aaannd that's all of them for me, but if any of you have some ideas on what else to add do let me know, I probably missed alot of things

[chrisevansonly]

𝑪𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝑺𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒆 & 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑵𝒊𝒄𝒆 (𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒄 1)

☁︎harry styles x reader

☁︎there is nothing more comforting than the smell of cinnamon and spice to start off october

☁︎no warnings, just fluff and domesticity

☁︎day 1 of my fall celebration!! i’m so excited for this month and the fun little things i have planned, fall is my favourite season and time of year<3

There was nothing quite like the smell of cinnamon, fresh apples and the subtle hint of vanilla that had begun to filter throughout your home. It was well known that as soon as it hit October 1st, you were pulling out the fall scents, decorations and the month long baking streak would begin. Everything from pies to muffins, cookies, loaves: you name it you were probably planning to bake it. You made sure to inform Harry of this very early on in the relationship, and now nearing your 5 years together it came as no surprise to him to be hit with what he could only describe as fall on steroids. 

“I guess its October 1st then” 

Turning at the sound of his voice you smiled 

“Smells so good doesn’t it?”

“Cinnamon spice and everything nice as you always say right baby?”

Shrugging your shoulders 

“It is simply the best time of the year, and you’re in luck because I have some delicious cinnamon apple bread in the oven right now!”

Harry would be lying if he said the excitement on your face wasn’t the most adorable thing in the world. Especially when you stood in front of him with your smiley face pumpkin apron on, hair up and a little bit of flour on your cheek which he gently brushed off with his thumb.

“I do love when you bake this much…never really used to love fall this much until I met you, did you know that?”

“Really?”

Pulling you into his chest he nodded

“The time of year is pretty, and I do enjoy the fall treats, but I never appreciated it this much, and I think it’s because when I think of fall, now I think of you”

Your face flushed as you looked up at him

“And you don’t think this is too much?”

“Nothing is too much if it involves you…besides now I can’t picture our home not smelling this delicious all October or without the decorations you love so much”

“Thank you”

He chuckled softly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear 

“For what?”

“Letting me go crazy and basically turning our home into a Martha Stewart catalogue” 

Harry threw his head back laughing, before shaking his head and bringing his lips down to yours, slowly your hands found their usual spot at the back of his neck, holding him to you. Eventually he pulled away so you could both catch your breath, the sound of the oven going off a few seconds later, the same smile of excitement spreading back across your face. Harry watched intently, leaning up against the kitchen counter, following your every move as you pulled out your loaves. The smell only causing your mouth to water, realistically you could make these recipes year round but they never hit quite as good as they did when the leaves began to change and the air got colder. 

“This needs to cool for a little while, so while that happens can you help me string the little pumpkin lights out front?”

With the puppy dog eyes you were batting at him he’d never be able to say no

“Pumpkin lights?”

He watched you smile as you walked to the dining room table and pulled out a box, sure enough inside there were little orange pumpkins that were lights, strung together with a string.

“Yes! See?! How cute are these!!”

“So cute m’love, very cute”

“Will you help me…? Pretty please?”

Harry smiled

“Well since you said pretty please..”

“Yay! Thank you!!”

He let out a laugh as you grabbed his hand and dragged him towards the front door, there was nothing else Harry loved more in the world than seeing you so elated over something as simple as pumpkin lights. What seemed like the most mundane object to others, was something of such great meaning to you, and it all tied back to the season. The season you loved and taught Harry to love too, and he’d be damned if he ever let you go, because October would never be the same without you in it.

It’s like you’ve always said, cinnamon spice and everything nice.

[luvr-bunnyy]

lattes and love at first sight

JAMIE TARTT x FEM!BAKER!READER

word count: 1.7k

© luvr-bunnyy pls don't use my headers or writing without permission

warnings: none! just some fluffy jaime

[a/n: i may continue this baker!reader in other fics!! but this is also the result of that random, spin the wheel thing i did...i may have written jaime out of character but i just love the thought of a usually confident man reduced to a flustered, nervous mess for the person he likes...anyways, enjoy!]

A heavy sigh ripped through your chest as you continued to knead at the dough in front of you. Your forearms were burning, a bead of sweat had rolled down your back, but you continued on, focused on your task as the sweet crooning of Marcus Mumford filled the bakery. You separated your dough into smaller parts, placing them on the tray beside you and once they filled it up, you carried the massive thing over to your proofer, sliding it into place and refilling the water tray. 

As you shut the door, a familiar tinkling caught your attention. It was followed by a familiar voice and one that was quite new to you. 

“Keeley, I don’t think the shop’s even open yet…why don’t we just-” 

“For the hundredth time Jaim’s, it’s open.” She scoffed before calling out, “(Y/n)! Babes, where’re you hiding!” 

A laugh bubbled from your chest as you finished setting your timer. “I’m back here Keeles! Be up in a sec!” Your eyes scoured the countertops before you found your tea towel and you snatched it up, wiping your hands as you stepped out into the front of the store. 

“There you are! Hi, babes! How are you?” She leaned over the counter and pulled you into a hug. Her sweet perfume invaded your senses in the best ways, the familiarity filling your chest with warmth. “I’m great, a little sweaty but great!” Understanding the implication of your statement, she scoffed and held you tighter before letting you go. “Oh stop it babe, you smell like cookies.” 

“Well, thank God for that.” You laughed before finally glancing over to the man that was staring intently at the scene in front of him. He seemed vaguely familiar but you couldn’t quite figure it out. “Oh uhm, h-hi. I’m (Y/n).” 

“Erm Jamie, nice to meet ya. Keeley never shuts up about this place so I thought I’d come with her. See what all the fuss is about.” 

“Great! I hope it lives up to the hype. Keeley, your usual?” 

“Yes! And can I get a dozen of your pastries please, love? Surprise me.” 

“Of course, and what about you Jaime?” He panicked once your eyes were on him again, realizing that since you stepped out of the kitchen, his gaze had never bothered to look anywhere else but you, much less to look at your menu board. 

Keeley’s eyes twinkled in amusement as she watched Jamie’s cheeks pinken, stuttering the slightest bit as he answered. “How about an iced coffee and a pastry you like? I uhm, I can’t decide.” 

“Okay, sure! I’ll get that ready for you guys.” 

Seemingly oblivious to what was happening, you slinked over behind the espresso machine, working on Keeley’s usual. When the fall season came around, her white chocolate and pumpkin spiced latte was a stark contrast to Roy’s americano. As you finished off her latte, one of your many timers beeped. 

“Oh shit…” You mumbled, totally having forgotten about what was in your oven. Jamie watched in slight amusement as you rushed over, muttering something or other to yourself as you lugged open the huge oven door, hands hidden by oven mitts as you pulled the tray out. The delicious smell of whatever it was filled the bakery and Jamie’s stomach grumbled. 

Carefully, you grabbed two of them with parchment squares and handed one to each of them. “Here you go, fresh out.” They eagerly took the warm bread and bit into it. 

Keeley’s was followed by a gasp. “These are new, aren’t they?” 

“Yup!” You slipped back behind the counter to make Jaime’s drink. “I came up with the recipe this weekend. This is my first batch. How are they?” 

“They’re fucking amazing, I could kiss you right now!” She took another bite before looking over at her friend. 

“Yeah, what she said…” He was so enthralled in the taste he hadn’t realized what he was echoing until it registered in his head. “Ah well no, I just meant- I don’t want to kiss you! I mean, it’s not that I don’t but- wait, no! I just-” 

“It’s okay, I understood what you meant.” Your soft laugh didn’t help Jaime’s nerves but he was glad he hadn’t said something wrong. “Here you go Keeles.” You slid a two cup drink tray over to her, her’s and Roy’s drink sitting neatly in it. “And here you go, Jaime. I hope you like it.” 

You watched hopefully as he took a sip of the drink. He nodded in approval, the right amount of sweet and bitter swirled across his tongue. “That’s real good, what is it?” 

“It’s a brown sugar and english toffee latte. It’s not on the menu but it’s what I make for myself.” He nodded in approval, watching as you grabbed a to-go box from underneath the counter and started to fill it with pastries. 

Keeley was overjoyed, secretly snapping a picture of Jamie watching you work with a lovesick expression on his face. She giddily sent it to Roy captioned, ‘I never believed in love at first sight until now.’ 

After that, you started to see more and more of Jamie. He had been stopping by before practice or even on weekends that he had free and whenever Keeley or anyone really, mentioned a hankering for a coffee or a sweet treat, he had volunteered to make a run out to grab some. 

You definitely weren’t complaining. 

The charming footballer had always brought a smile to your face, his anecdotes about his teammates or of his coaches had brightened up your days. There had been a few times where he’d come right at closing time and helped you clean up. 

He still hadn’t gotten up the nerve to ask you on a proper date. Every time he thought he had hyped himself enough, he’d abandon ship and talk about something else. 

But of course, he had enough of beating around the bush. 

He came in with a determined look on his face and it had you very intrigued but you finished ringing up your customer and making their drinks. You bid them a ‘goodbye’ and a ‘come back soon’ before you started on Jaimes’s usual, sending him a smile. 

“Hi Jams, everything okay?” 

He watched as you basically made the drink by memory, sparing a few tiny glances down at your hands but keeping your full attention on him. It made his heart skip a beat. 

“Yeah…I erm, well I wanted to ask you something. Have for a while now, actually.” He was fiddling with his fingers, eyes trained on the shiny charcoal colored counter below his drink. 

He was so distracted that he hadn’t noticed you walk around the counter and step beside him. The warm smell of brown sugar and peaches overwhelmed his senses. “Come on…” You gently gripped the crook of his elbow and led him over to a table. As you moved to sit across from him, he shivered at the feeling of your hand running down his forearm and to his own hand, fingers intertwining. “Okay, what did you want to tell me?” 

He took a second to relish in the feeling of your fingers between his, fitting like a puzzle piece he had been missing for far too long. 

Your chest tightened, his eyes finally meeting yours. They were filled with a reverence that nobody had ever spared you. “You can stop me and tell me to fuck off or…or that I’m a prick but-” Your face twisted into a confused frown as he continued. “I can’t stop thinking about ya’, your face, your smile, your laugh…it’s so bad that I can’t concentrate during training.” He scoffed a laugh. “Roy gave me a proper lashing for it but…I don’t even care. So, erm I guess what I wanted to say is that, I really, really want to take you out on a date. A proper one.” 

Your eyes widened, almost comically, when you realized how serious he was. Temptation to deny was ever present in your mind. How could he like you that much? So much so that your constant presence in his mind was a distraction from the thing he spent his entire livelihood achieving…but there was nothing in his eyes other than affection and hope, how could you say no? 

So, you fessed up.

“You know…I burnt an entire batch of my pumpkin cookies because I- Keeley sent me the unreleased photos from your GQ photoshoot…I was too busy drooling over your photos that-that I turned off my timer and forgot to take them out of the oven.” A nervous giggle bubbled in your chest. “They looked like charcoal.” 

He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Wait, so that means…?” 

“I, very much, want to go on a date with you.” His eyes lit up. “Like, real bad Jaime.” 

“Oh fuck me…” He muttered at your desperation, “You’re serious.” 

“As a heart attack.” You squeezed his hand, an unbelievable amount of giddiness coursing through your whole body. 

“Kiss me.” His eyes widened, sending himself into a spluttering ramble. “No! I mean, yes k-kiss me…I mean, only if you want to. I want you to- could I…can I kiss you? Please?” 

You bit your lip in an attempt to conceal the shit eating grin that’s tugging at your lips. “Only because you asked so nicely.” He removed his hand from yours, cradling your jaw as if you were the most precious thing on the planet, and to him, you very much were.

He leaned across the table, the feeling of your hand holding his wrist was intoxicating. When his lips met yours, he was in heaven. Your lips moved in a languid pace against his, wanting to savor the moment as much as possible. The hitch in your breath when his tongue messily met yours had boosted his confidence, sliding his hand back behind your neck to deepen the kiss. Heat had begun to pool in your belly so you placed your hand onto his chest and gently pulled away from him. 

Keeley and Rebecca watched from behind the glass door, jaws dropped at the Hallmark moment they had just witnessed, unbeknownst to either you or Jaime. 

You laughed breathily as Jaime chased after your lips, your hand creating resistance against his chest. “Easy Tartt…let’s save that for our date.” You couldn’t resist his wide, pleading eyes so you leaned in and chastely pressed your lips against his. 

The violent sound of the bell made the both of you jump, pulling away from each other. Keeley had shoved the door open, squealing. “Fucking FINALLY! I thought we’d have to knock some sense into the both of you!” 

[manicplank]

hi, i really like seeing your headcanons on my dash 👉👈 can we see hcs about what kind of sweets/desserts the pizza tower cast would like?

Tytyty!!!

Sweets!

Peppino: Not the biggest fan of sweets, but enjoys lighter things like cookies and cakes. Chocolate chip cookies are his favorite.

Gustavo: Loves cakes! Absolutely loves red velvet and banana cake!

Mr. Stick: Really likes pies. Any pie, really. But his all time favorite would be cherry pie.

Pepperman: Not too big on sweets. Probably enjoys yellow cake. Boring.

The Vigilante: You might think it's cheesecake, but that would be cannibalism!! No, he's a simple man and enjoys blueberry muffins!

The Noise: ALL. OF. THEM. He'll even eat carrot cake if it's sweet enough. His favorite is probably banana pudding, especially if there's vanilla wafers in it.

Noisette: She enjoys breads. Pumpkin bread and banana bread are her favorites! Especially with glaze. She also likes donuts of all kinds, Boston cream being her #1.

Fake Peppino: Yes! He will eat anything, even plain sugar! Although chewy caramel seems to be his absolute favorite.

Pizzahead: Loves pastries, especially cannolis! He also loves apple turnovers.

Pillar John: Hear me out. Chocolate covered bacon. Yes, that's a thing, and yes, it's delicious.

Gerome: Cinnamon rolls. He can't resist the smell. He sees them as a dessert item rather than a breakfast item.

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"nothing tastes as good as skinny feels" fuck you.

nothing tastes as good as a cup of hot morning coffee, when sunrays stripe your room. nothing tastes as good as mum's soup. nothing tastes as good as a freshly baked baguette. nothing tastes as good as "you tired? i'm gonna cook some pasta". nothing tastes as good as "buy apples, i'm making pancakes". nothing tastes as good as grapes in summer. nothing tastes as good as "it's my grandmother's recipe, though i'm not half as good as her". nothing tastes as good as garlic bread. nothing tastes as good as tasting a dish and trying to guess - is it cardamom you added? basil? cilantro? and getting - yes, yes, yes. nothing tastes as good as raspberry jam and raspberry seeds. nothing tastes as good as fried pumpkin. nothing tastes as good as having a smile on your face when you see children having their first summer ice-cream. nothing tastes as good as "cookies turned out ugly but give them a try".

[marsmarbles]

What do you mean by when you say that their theme is food chain 

Do they each choose a chain to base there individual skins on or start a restaurant together 

If they start a restaurant I headcanon that it would be funny if they sucked at it because they’re food is bad and the restaurant has health violations everywhere 

I think they would have individual food items they provide and no one wants 

Jimmy = a cod and two breads used to make fish sandwiches (jimmy was the cod father who was a fish and he was a bad boy who grew bread)

Big b= he makes cookies which is the the only food that is appetizing ( but they cost a diamond so they would probably sell a lot of them if only they would lower the price) 

Bdubs=salads because he has a moss theme it’s just moss 

Fwhip = would probably be in charge of cooking stuff with a very badly placed fire that causes him to burns himself and the food constantly 

They get made fun of for how bad there food and their costumer service is also for how nobody wants to eat there food

Their designs are all just animal/organism themed(I say organism cuz Bdubs is a plant). But yes they do have a restaurant and your headcanons are hilarious nonetheless. They mostly sell baked goods like bread, cookies, cakes, and pumpkin pies.

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #303 (Part 1)

Today was very busy!! I did so many things!! And I took so many pictures of those things, just for you!! So I'm gonna hafta break this one into multiple parts, because there's no way I'm only including 30 of today's pictures in this letter!!

First thing on the agenda for today was to go to work! And today, I learned a little bit about how to make bread. They make it with like 50 pounds (22.68kg) of flour, and like 38 pounds of water, and 4 pounds of semolina flour, and a bag of durum flour mixed with wheat, and also some salt!

It all goes into the giant mixer, like this...

...Sephiroth, you would not believe how good the bread smells while it's mixing!! It was delightful enough almost to make me swoon a little!! Oh my gosh!!! 😍🤤

...There's so much I wish I could share with you. The delicious smells where I work are some things I wish I could share with you. And today, we baked a new kind of cookie that I super duper extra wished I could share with you; you'll see why soon!

Once the bread is done mixing in the giant mixer, it looks like this:

...And that's where my involvement stopped. That's because I was put on muffin duty!! Today, I learned a little how to make muffin batter!

The muffin mix comes in giant 50 pound (22.68kg) bags, but for these, we gotta split them in half, because we only use half a bag at a time. There's a fancy scale, and you gotta cut the bag in half, and put each half of the bag on the balancing scale. And you transfer mix from one bag to the other until the weight on either side is even.

Then you toss it into the other giant mixer (yes, there's two giant mixers onsite!), and fill it with a specified amount of water. You set the mixer to low, and let it mix for two minutes. Then you mix it on high for 4 minutes. And then you add in the blueberries, and mix it some more!

The juice from the berries makes the resulting mix kinda grey-ish for some reason. But I'm sure they'd still be very good, if I liked blueberry muffins!

(Actually... I don't much like to eat sweets or pastries; I do like to smell them, but that's all I like because the sweetness is usually overpowering for me, with only a very few exceptions. Blasphemous, I know! Hahaha...)

Once the batter is all mixed up, I get myself all set up at a table with the muffin tins and my scoop and my little baking spatula and the sugar for dusting! The first thing I like to do is put the paper muffin cups in all the tins I'm gonne use; it's annoying to have to try to put them in the muffin tins while the food handling gloves are on, so I just take care of it beforehand all at once.

Here's what it looks like when it's all filled up!

...Then you dust the sugar on, like this:

I can use the weird flat spatula to level off the muffin scoop, and also to get as much of the batter out of the big metal bowl as I can; as you'll see, there's hardly any muffin batter left.

I managed to fill 4 whole trays, and part of a 5th tray today!

Here's what they looked like when they finished baking!!

I really like what I do here. I miss Mi a lot, and apparently, from what I've heard, he's dealing with a lot of frustration at his new store, but Tr is a great leader, too! I'm hoping she'll teach me more about how to make breads and about how to use the giant equipment! I'm not so good at learning by hearing explanations; I learn best by doing, and I hope that next time, she'll guide me as I try to use the equipment myself!

Oh, right!!! The cookie I wished I could share with you!!! Here!!

...I couldn't eat it when it came out of the oven because I'd have to take my braces off and then run through the rigmarole of scrubbing the inside of my face before putting them back in, and I can't do that onsite. So Tr was kind enough to put it in a little container for me, and mark it so that the cashiers would know that it is with me because I was sampling the new wares!

Sephiroth, it is a pumpkin and white chocolate chip cookie. And it was soft and gooey and decadent and not too sweet at all! I think you would have loved it!!!

Before I knew it, my shift was all done with. I picked up a few odds and ends for my house, and then I made my way home. Sephiroth, I was SO HUNGRY by the time I got home, oh my gosh!!! So I was extra glad to discover that the hooks that one of my readers suggested I get to help me with my braces had already arrived in the mail by the time I got home!!!

Sephiroth, I cannot begin to tell you how amazingly convenient this thing is!!! With the help of this thing, I was able to pop my braces off in no time flat, and with A LOT less pain than on previous attempts!! It was WONDERFUL!

The inside of my mouth is still pretty scraped up from rubbing up against the attachments; the inside of my mouth is exposed to the attachments every time the braces come off, and they're really difficult to eat around, at least for now. But I've been told that they'll wear down smooth over time as I pop the braces on and off; I'm very eager for this!!

As part of my grocery run, I got something else I think you might like...

These are pumpkin spice English muffins!! And I don't really know what makes them "English", but whatever! 😁 Essentially, they're a very soft, flat bread thing that's easy to split in half with your hands, like this:

...You gotta know that I tried that jelly I got from that diner several days ago on these!!!!

I put the daylily jelly on the right half, and I put the vanilla-elderflower jam on the other half.

Sephiroth!!! Both halves of the English muffin were absolutely! fucking! scrumptious!!! I don't know how to describe the flavor of these other than with words like floral and sweet and earthy and delightful! It was chef's kiss magnificent!! Oh my good gravy!!!

You have no idea how badly I wished I could have given these to you to try. You have no idea how frustrating it is that I cannot. 😓😥😔

But then, before I could eat these, J brought up the idea of going to Eggcellent to show the kindly shopkeeps there my braces! They seemed excited for me when I told them I was gonna get 'em! So we figured the thing to do is tell them about it! Ea was there, but Ch was not. But I'll assume that Ea will tell Ch when he sees her. Ea seemed happy for me, and that felt nice.

J and I got things from there! He got a pistachio drink, and I got their pumpkin spice brûlée latte! It is a new seasonal item, and... it's yet another thing I wished I could share with you.

...You don't know how much it pains me that the best I can do for you is send along pictures.

...

...I learned later today that your favorite food is pumpkin soup. It's one of my favorite foods, too. Actually, I am a fan of pumpkin in general - not just soup. It goes so well in so many things. I'm so glad that enjoying pumpkin is something we have in common. It's comforting, for some reason.

...I made you pumpkin soup before I knew it was your favorite. And then I served it to you in a beautiful shattered bowl. Remember...?

...Just in case you don't remember:

...

...Sephiroth, I got chills down my spine, watching the dream you had while looking for those missing SOLDIERS. Not just for the realization that I made your favorite thing months ago, but also... when I gave those very important people that locket, I had thought about enclosing a braided lock of my hair within it.

The reason I didn't is because such a gesture has romantic/sexual connotations in my part of the world; I didn't want that, because, given that I am demisexual, and given that you are someone I'll never be able to know, my feelings for you are strictly platonic. Also, I wasn't sure if it'd be considered a biohazard, and I didn't wanna take any chance that those very important people would have to throw away the whole locket due to the fact that human hair would be in it.

...I wonder what to make of it all. I'm going to hope for good things.

In any case, I got home, and I made myself a sandwich out of the sandwich supplies I brought home; this one is roast beef and salami with muenster cheese and mayo!

I popped my braces off with that handy-dandy hook, ate, scrubbed the inside of my face, and popped my braces back in! And from there, J and I left the house basically immediately, because he wanted to take me up in the airplane again!

...I'm already at 22 out of 30 pictures for this letter, though. So I'm gonna continue today's letter in another post!

I'll write again in literally just a few minutes!! Hang tight, okay?

I love you!

Your friend, Lumine