#cookie thank you for the yummy food

[bluesidez]

Me acting like I wasn’t the one who was blowing up his phone while looking directly at him:

A Welcome Distraction 18+

Miguel’s had an eventful day at HQ. He's had to deal with report mix-ups, two anomaly containment breaks, and half of the cafeteria being destroyed. All while not having his daily cup of coffee. Because the machine was broken when he arrived.

Everything had calmed down near the end of the day, enough to where he shut himself in his lab to destress. He ranted to you via phone call, arms folded and shoulders hunched.

“I already knew my day was going to be bad when I found out the coffee machine wasn't working.” He started, “As soon as I come in, I'm bombarded with messages saying the reports got mixed up. I thought I could at least get a cup of coffee in first. But no, turns out a lot of my spiders were pulling all-nighters for reasons they have yet to tell me.” He pinched his nose while recalling the memory, “Plus, I couldn't order coffee since there was heavy traffic due to a bank robbery I stopped before I got here.”

“Oh no…” You said, your empathetic tone already easing him.

“I let the coffee thing slide and tried to fix the reports right away. Margo was a big help so we managed to get them done in a few hours, but then we got an alert of a breakout. Not just one, but two anomalies escaping.”

“That was probably annoying.”

“It was. Which surprised me because I noticed Kaine was nearby while I was dealing with the report issue. I thought, as capable as he is, he'd handle it-”

A message interrupted him. Miguel quickly opened it, wondering if it was from one of his colleagues. Instead, he was hit with a picture of you in your black, lacy bra. The shirt raised above your breasts, cups holding you together perfectly.

Miguel blinked, wondering if this was an old message that came through. He'd usually get something like this from you in the middle of the day. Occasionally, the messages arrive late but no, you just sent it.

“You good?”

“Yeah, yes.” He cleared his throat. Your tone was normal as if you didn’t send the picture at all, “Where was I?”

“Two anomalies broke out.”

“Right.” Miguel went back to recalling his story, not closing the message containing your suggestive picture. “I had to deal with that. Worse part was it was a Green Goblin and a Taskmaster. We were able to take care of the latter quickly but Goblin was relentless. He injured three of my spiders and threw some of his bombs around. One of them ended up blowing up part of the cafeteria!”

“What? I can't believe it.”

“Believe it, baby. So now I-”

Another picture arrived causing him to shift. You were only in the bra and matching underwear. He was able to see your body, your soft stomach, hugged by the laces of the lingerie. Your plush thighs pressed together while your lips slightly parted. “Is-is that the set I brought you last week?”

You hum, “It's nice, right?”

“Very nice.” Miguel wasn’t folding his arms anymore. His body pressed against the desk and his eyes couldn't tear away from the picture.

“So, the cafeteria blew up?”

“Y-Yeah. I couldn't really assess the damage until I…took care of goblin.” He tried to look at anything else besides you but was failing. “And I made sure to have a few more of our people close by the containment area so that incident doesn't happen again.”

“Taking care of the situation, good job!”

Miguel bit his lip at your praise. He was having trouble keeping himself together, between the pictures and you actively listening. “Thanks.”

He stopped breathing when you sent him another picture. This time you were laid flat on the comforter, your bra removed, your breasts out in their full glory. It was a reward for how quickly he handled the catastrophe earlier. Now, he was staring like he’d never seen you before. His hands twitched to grope them, use them to help release the stress he experienced.

“Miguel? You still there?”

He rapidly blinked, darting away from the picture. “Yeah, yeah I'm here.”

“Did you hear me?”

“No, sorry. What did you say?”

Your voice raised an octave, amused at how he was falling into your trap. “I asked how bad was the cafeteria damaged.”

“Oh.” Miguel felt his suit get tight. His eyes kept landing on your chest and now all he wanted to do was ask for another picture. He had no interest in continuing his story now. “Can I tell you later?”

“Why? What's wrong?”

A groan escaped him, “You know what's wrong.”

“No, I don’t.” You scoffed, “I'm not a mind reader.”

“Nena,” Miguel let out a shaky breath, “are you in bed right now?”

“Yes.” Your teasing tone rumbles across his ears. “Is that a problem?”

He shakes his head as if you can see him. “No.”

“Then why did you ask?”

“Because-” Miguel licked his dry lips, running his hand over his hair to figure out what to say. He was losing the battle but was ready to accept defeat. “Nothing. Take off your underwear.”

“Wait, what? What about the cafeteria? You know I like eating there sometimes.”

“I will tell you later.” He starts palming himself through his suit. “Let me see.”

You didn't argue back. Silence took over as he waited to see the picture he requested. His mouth dropped at the final photo. You reflected in the long mirror in the corner of your room. A hand amongst your breast while your legs spread for him. Showing you his prize. His reward for the terrible day he’s had. Mouth agape, almost drooling at the sight of you. Miguel couldn’t hold on any longer.

“I'm coming over.”

[paladin--strait]

Congrats on 100 babe 🫶!! Can I request prompt 19 - reader brings cookies or cupcakes for players team after a huge win (athletes only) with jack hughes?

so cute!!! i love this prompt with jack ❤️

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after the game ended, i immediately ran out to my car where the cupcakes are packed and placed neatly in the trunk. i brought the little cart with me and loaded the small treat boxes onto it, walking quickly into the hallway that the leads to the arena after i lock my car.

there's a huge grin on my face as i near the locker room. i pass a couple staff members and hand them their own little box with the freshly made treats inside.

the security checks the locker room to make sure the boys are still clothed before i walk in and that everyone is inside the large, messy room. i wheel in the cart after i get the okay and i run to jack, leaving the cart behind me, congratulating him on his huge win and the goal he got.

he smiles when he catches me in a hug, his sweaty hair falling onto my shoulder. i hear him laughing, and he kisses me on the lips with a quick thank you. "thank you baby! what's on the cart?" he points at it, and i suddenly remember all the boxed treats.

"oh! i brought you guys something!" my words that raised in volume caught the attention of the players and coaches. "i brought you all some treats!!" i walk over to the cart and grab a box. they're all named, since the goodies inside are customized to each players liking.

"nico and timo? i have your boxes!" both nico and timo practically run over to me, smiling and giving me a thank you hug as they take their boxes. "uhh...dawson and jesper?" they come over too, and all the boxes are eventually passed out, except for my two favorite devils players.

"luke and jack?" i turn and look at the two brothers with a big smile. they walk over together, chatting for a second before taking their boxes as well. luke gives me a big, long, thank you hug and tells me a quick i love you. jack gives me a kiss, along with a quick thank you and i love you also.

once i turn around to look at all the players and coaches, they're all digging into the boxes of yummy desserts, some of them looking like their about to go into a sugar crash or food coma. i look at nico, who's head is tilted back in bliss and his jaw is chomping down on a soft sugar cookie, one of his favorite treats that i've made, he's expressed to me how much he loves them multiple times, so i wrote it down in my notebook.

over a long time of baking and selling goods, i began to keep a journal of certain people's favorite things that i make. i have my family's favorite things, the hughes family's favorite things, the devils team, the canucks team, the umich team and even some of jack's friends like trevor and jamie.

i smile as i watch them enjoy the food. it's always made me happy to see people enjoy the desserts i make, especially people that i love so dearly. i rarely make batches of goodies like this, but the boys have worked so hard this season and they deserve a treat. luke is eating a no bake chocolate oatmeal cookie, one of his all time favorites, timo is eating the same cookie and dawson is eating a classic gingerbread cookie.

jack is chowing down on a carrot cake cupcake, smiling at me as we make eye contact. he holds the cupcake out to me, and i take a bite. i chew my bite of jack's cupcake, savoring the moist cake and delicious frosting. i'm never one to talk about how good my desserts are, but damn, i'm a good baker. i smile and giggle when i see the amount of frosting on coach keefe's face from his red velvet cupcake he's eating. he's really enjoying that cupcake, i think to myself.

moments like these with the team are my favorites. we're all together, enjoying the moment of happiness while we celebrate a huge win. we're definitely all going out for drinks later, but i know the night will be cut short for me and jack, since he always is super tired after playing for longer than usual, which he did tonight.

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once we reach the doorway to the quiet, dark, and cold apartment, jack and i take our shoes off by the door, walking to the bedroom. i flop down on the bed, groaning from how tired my body is, and i look up to see jack changing into his sleep pants, i decide that i should probably change too, so i stand and take my clothes from the game off, my 'hughes 86' jersey coming off and getting put into the hamper alongside my pants and bra.

i hear jack grunt when his body hits the bed, i finish taking off my makeup and make my way to bed, cuddling up to jack almost immediately. i hum into his chest, tracing shapes onto his back. "thank you for making all those things for my teammates, you really didn't have to do all that. but, i'm glad you did. they really love you, not just because of how good your desserts are, but because of how caring you are for them. they wouldn't shut up about how good it was and everyone told me to tell you thank you."

i smile at his words, "i love them too. i know how hard you boys have been working and you all deserve to know that people care about you guys and not just about the game and i know all the fans are thankful for all you guys do, so i decided to make all that stuff for you guys. i'm glad they appreciated it, too!" i play with his hair as i speak, messing it up and putting it in various little styles.

we chat more about the game before jack turns his alarm on so he can get up for morning skate in the early hours of the next morning and i cut off the light, darkening the room except for the light coming off the tv and the light from jack's phone. i smile when i see him scrolling through instagram, seeing where reporters had made various articles about the boys who talked about getting the delicious treats from me after being asked about the goodie boxes that were sitting beside them.

jack smiles and likes the article, shutting his phone off and putting it on charge. i he turns to look at me and grabs my waist, pulling me closer to him and kissing my jaw, down my neck and along my shoulder. i giggle when he kisses my neck, i've always been ticklish there and he knows it.

the cold breeze from the air conditioning hits us, and we cuddle closer to each other, both to lazy to get up and mess with the ac unit this late in the night. we fall asleep in each others arms, the faint smell of alcohol coming off of us from our celebratory drinks at the bar. but that doesn't bother either of us, we just enjoy each others time, sleeping peacefully in each others arms.

[hanilessa]

Imagine kazuha having a staring contest with his son then his baby unknowingly rolled his eyes like he ain't having this with his dad

` Author’s notes: hey i like your idea!! it's very cute. thank u for your request, and i'm sorry for keeping you waiting. i hope you enjoy reading, dear! <3

` Kazuha x Fem!Reader

` Genre: fluff, romance

Kazuha squints his eyes in amusement as he watches his son when a baby clumsily holds in his little hands the cookies you made this afternoon.

It was a lot of fun to watch your baby try to bite through a cookie with his still fragile teeth. The boy furrowed his brows as he tried to take a bite out of the cookie, making his dad laugh softly.

Kazuha reaches out his hand to his son and carefully removes the cookies from the child's hands, "Hey, buddy, I think it's too early for you to eat this kind of food."

The boy whimpers in protest and tries to get his yummy back, but your husband is quicker. The boy furrows his brows and fixes his formidable red eyes on his father. Kazuha smiles slyly and decides to play along with his son.

You walk into the room your husband and son were in, surprised to see two of your beloved people having a staring contest. It was so funny that you couldn't help laughing, but immediately covered your mouth with your hand so as not to ruin such a cute moment.

The boy continues to look into Kazuha's red eyes, and his dad patiently and even with a certain smile of superiority waits until his son runs out of strength to continue this little game.

You can watch their concentrated faces, furrowed brows, son's slightly pouted lips and husband's sly smile. It seemed to you that Kazuha was acting like a child right now.

They continue to look into each other's eyes, trying not to concede to each other in this little competition. Your son twitches his nose in a funny way, trying with all his might not to give up, but suddenly he rolls his eyes and pretends that nothing has happened, turning away from his father with a slight sob.

"Hm?" Your husband smiles, lifting his son in his arms. "Are you offended by me? Come on, buddy, we should be a team!"

You lean against the door frame and smile. You have always loved this everyday life and carefully kept every moment in your heart.

[clover-the-awesomest]

Someone fucked with the wrong Star Nomad and now the Zbornak is going apeshit on their asses

Rough night, so expressed myself with Sylvia sketches ✨

[nostalgiclittlespace]

Request: Care giver! Lilith and little! Lucifer (Hazbin hotel)

Plot: Lucifer being in little space and Lilith taking care of her baby (he’d be 0-2 years old), just lots of fluff please 💕

Thanks so much for the ask, anon! Sorry for the short delay in getting this out, but I hope you enjoy! (Also it seems like all of my agere fics end with sleepy cuddles 😭 aka Self indulgence. Luci was also very neurodivergent coded. Again, self indulgence)

SFW AGE REGRESSION FIC, DNI IF KINK, NSFW, PROSHIP, OR SIMILAR. DO NOT REPOST.

Title: The Cutest King of Hell

Word Count: 1249

Pairing: CG! Lilith x Little! Lucifer

Description: Playtime and a picnic for Little Luci! (Fluff!)

The Cutest King of Hell

Lucifer.  A daring, intelligent, cunning creature.  The first to introduce evil and disobedience to the so perfect human kind.  He had once been an angel, hand-crafted by God, and cast away from his first home.  But now, he was a king, the most powerful being in Hell…

But he also happened to be the cutest.

Lilith huffed affectionately as Lucifer pushed his rubber ducks along the floor.  Laying on his stomach, pacifier between his lips, white and yellow onesie equipped–no one could argue that he wasn’t just the sweetest, most innocent being Hell had ever seen.

Especially not Lilith.

She too sat on the floor, pushing the rubber ducks back towards Lucifer, as if they were swimming back down the lake of his pale blue playmat.  There were many other creatures along for the adventure too of course.  Some frogs, fish, and even a couple plastic dinosaurs had made it into Lucifer’s imaginary world.

Lilith knew all about the fallen angel’s imagination and creativity of course.  Perhaps it was the thing she adored most about him.  He could create infinite stories, creatures, and worlds in that perfect mind of his.  Even when regressed as young as this, he managed to maintain a clear enough objective in his play.  If his babbling was anything to go by, the ducks were meeting the dinos and toads for a picnic on a faraway island.  Called Ducky Island of course.

“What’s the duck say, Luci?” Lilith quizzed with a smile as she pushed one towards him to join the other rubber figures at their meet-up.

“Qwak!” the baby exclaimed, pushing it along.  “Qwak, qwak, qwak!”

Though the mimicry was muffled by the silicone in his mouth, his confidence and pride in the answer was evident by his eyes crinkling into a smile.

“That’s right,” Lilith smiled as well.

The Queen of Hell reached for the toy bin, where they kept all of Lucifer’s play toys.  FIshing around, it only took a moment for her fingers to land on yet another duckling.

“Here’s James Pond.  Is he going to the party too?”

“Yeah!” Luci giggled.  “Swim, swim, swim.”

“Off he goes, swimming and swimming,” Lilith agreed, pushing the tuxedo-wearing rubber duck in a circle then towards Lucifer.

Lucifer took over, gliding the duck in smooth patterns across the playmat.  Lilith watched, enjoying the play’s serenity.  Hell, a place of violence and punishment, didn’t see moments as simple as this.  If she were to simply step onto her doorstep, blood, swears, and devastation would greet her.  Inside however, in the nursery she had designed to protect from the horrors, the R-rated nonsense wouldn’t exist.  Here, the most complicated thing was figuring out how to keep Lucifer entertained for more than ten minutes.

“Looks like that picnic needs some food, Luci,” Lilith remarked, pointing to the congregation at ‘Ducky Island.’  “What would they like to eat?”

“Apple,” Lucifer replied, lining up several frogs with the other guests.

“How about apples with peanut butter?” Lilith suggested.

“Yummy!  And cookies?”  

“Of course.  Would you like to help me get it?”

“Mhm!”

Lucifer smiled behind his pacifier, placing the very last duck at the picnic gathering.  Then, using his hands for balance, he pushed himself to his feet with the grace of a baby deer.    

Lilith stood along with him, borrowing the elegance of a great stag.  Lucifer immediately grabbed her hand.  Holding himself close to her, he lightly leaned into her side for balance.  Lilith took it in stride, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze as they ambled towards the kitchen.

  The plush carpet beneath their feet, the perfect crimson walls, and the occasional abandoned toy paved the way through the castle.  Lucifer’s babbling filled the royals’ desolate hallways.  An innocent, adorable sound, a stark contrast to the endless curses that would envelop anywhere else in Hell. 

Soon, Lucifer and Lilith arrived at the kitchen.  Like the nursery, it held all Lucifer’s essentials.  Baby bottles lined the countertops.  Several sippy cups and plastic plates had been abandoned in the sink to be washed.

“Let’s get your picnic and bring it back to Ducky Island,” Lilith said.

Even if he would inevitably make a mess of crumbs and peanut butter on his playmat, seeing the joy Hell’s little king derived from his picnics and play made the mess worth it.  

So, Lilith grabbed a couple apples from the pantry, along with a jar of peanut butter and a package of his favorite cookies.  Lucifer watched with big eyes and a smile beneath his pacifier.  He already extended his hands, silently requesting a sweet treat.

“Not until you finish your healthy food,” Lilith chastised lightly, tapping his nose playfully.  “Come on, let’s get your picnic ready.

Luckily, Lucifer wouldn’t have to wait long.  Within a minute, Lilith had sliced the apples and arranged them in the shape of a swan.  Luci’s eyes grew wide and lustered as he watched the snack take shape.  With a scoop of peanut butter plopped beside it, it was ready to be enjoyed. 

(The cookies, despite some pouting, remained in their box for now.)

Revitalized by the prospect of a delicious snack, Lucifer tugged on her hand, pulling her towards the nursery.  He was already babbling about how all his duckies would be thrilled to see the apple duck she had created.  Actually, it was a swan, but she didn’t bother correcting him; not only would it be pointless, his cuteness was too much to even remotely diminish.

As soon as they arrived at the playroom, Lucifer broke free from her hand holding; he rushed back to his toys on loose, uncoordinated steps.  He plopped down right in front of the ducks and dinosaurs, then popped his pacifier out of his mouth.  Mumbling incoherently, he patted his hand on the spot behind him–clearly demanding that snack time begins.

“Yes, I’m coming,” Lilith smiled, placing the dish on the mat beside him.  

Happily, Lucifer snatched an apple slice.  He took a bite before showing it to his toys.  He continued his baby-talk, and made dramatized munching sounds as his toys also digged into their lunch.  Lilith also may have stolen a couple sweet slices.

As predicted, peanut butter stickiness covered the mat.  Apple juice dripped off Luci’s chin.  Once the cookies were brought out, an ungodly amount of crumbs covered his onesie.  Nonetheless, the endearing giggles made the mess seem small enough.  As the snack slowly disappeared, Luci’s energy did the same. He yawned, scratching his eyes as his sluggish a hands and slurring babbles poked at his toys. Lilith, knowing naptime would soon follow, strode from her place on the floor over to the nightstand, where she wound his music box. By the time Lucifer had noticed she had temporarily left his side, the gentle notes already drifted through the nursery.

Lucifer stared up her, taking long and slow blinks as she scooped him off the floor. It seemed that playtime had sapped all his energy. Duckling picnics were very tiring work after all. As soon as his pacifier was replaced in his mouth, his head rested on her shoulder. The sound music box would last long enough to get the little king to sleep. But not without his lullaby added onto it. Soft lyrics danced with the ringing song.

“More than anything, more th anything, I’ll shelter and adore you more than anything. More than anything, more than anything, need you to know I love you more than anything.”

And every word was true.

[mysticbeaver]

I wrote another short silly KevRolf fic cause inspiration struck me again after so long... They are 20-something here. Warning: couple of swears... (courtesy of Kevin) and yummy food (courtesy of Rolf)

You know what they call "cheese" in Paris?

Sunlight bathed Rolf's room.

It must have been the third time he woke up and dozed off again - typical of Saturday mornings. This time he finally felt like opening his squinty eyes, running his hands through his thick hair before stretching his limbs.

He only managed to relish the satisfying sensation for a brief moment, when he suddenly felt his left calf tense up, hard, of its own accord. The pain startled him - a cramp. Moaning and groaning, he curled his leg up and started massaging the offended muscle, trying to make the contraction loosen up.

“Good awakening, Kevin…”

Rolf appeared at the doorway, leaning against it with a hand on his hip - the "master of the house" (as he liked to call himself) was already dressed for the day, wearing one of his cozy sweaters - his somewhat disheveled look, adorned by an unkempt stubble and an attractive smile was almost enough of a picture to distract Kevin from his ailment.

The farmer’s serene expression was perturbed by the sight of his boyfriend writhing on the bed.

“What is wrong?” He quickly approached the bedside.

“Ugh, nothing… cramp… I just stretched my leg and it went all taught, like… what the fuck. Second time it happens.”

Rolf instinctively went to touch his calf, which made him jolt.

“Shall Rolf give a helping rub?”

“Nah, I’m fine. And don’t touch me there like that, that’s gay.”

Rolf’s quizzed expression made him laugh briefly before wincing again, making Rolf himself snicker under his breath.

“Sportsman-Kevin is down on the field again…”

Kevin snorted. “Fuck off.”

“Oh! Is that how you show respect to Rolf?" He feigned outrage, crossing his arms with a scowl. "Well then, no surprise for you!”

“What surprise?

“Ha-ha! Now you ask Rolf, yes?”

“Hmph, what time is it, anyway,” he mumbled groggily, reaching for his phone on the nightstand.

“It is time for the fast-breaking… and you have woken just at the right time.”

He gave a soft pat on the other’s chest.

“Do not leave the bed, dumpling!” He scurried away and out of the room.

Dumpling… that’s a new one.

Kevin was left to wonder what he was up to this time, as he rubbed and squeezed his calf to soothe the last traces of discomfort. The vague aroma of coffee in the air made him hungry for breakfast, but just as he was about to disregard Rolf’s order and leave the bed, the farmer walked back into the room, carefully holding a bed tray.

“There you go, Kevin!”

“Huh? Is that… what I think…”

Rolf gently set the tray down right in front of him. He pulled back with a toothy smile, hands clasped together with glee.

The first two things that caught Kevin’s attention were a generous cup of foamy cappuccino with a sprinkling of cocoa on top, but most importantly, a plump-looking, mouth-watering croissant.

He guessed it was a leftover from those Rolf’s mother had apparently baked for him the day before - Rolf had told him about it and he'd completely forgotten. A couple of small tea cookies and a glass of orange juice completed the lovely picture in front of him.

He was flabbergasted - he couldn’t remember the last time he’d had bed breakfast, if ever. The contents were certainly a fancy upgrade from what he was used to - a mug of straight coffee-and-milk accompanied by the usual generic cookies dunked into it.

“Dude… you didn’t have to…”

“Oh, do not yap nonsense like Rolf’s papa when he lifts the elbow! This is for your favor of getting Rolf the part for the tractor, yes?”

“But… you already payed dinner yester-”

“Does Kevin want this or not?”

“Oh, hell yea-uh?"

His eager hands were blocked from the tray’s contents.

“Ah-ah-ah…” Rolf scolded him playfully.

“No little thank-you kiss for Rolf?” He leaned in with his head turned away, pointing at his cheek.

“Alright…” Kevin gave him a quick peck. As his boyfriend retreated satisfied, he picked up the croissant and was pleasantly surprised upon feeling the heat in his fingers.

“Aw, dude, you warmed it up too! That’s sooo choice…”

He did not hesitate to take a bite - the rustling and crumbling of the puff pastry was the most satisfying sensation in the world at that moment. He hummed in approval.

“Just like having breakfast out in a bakery or something.”

“Mama’s horns of cream are always delicious, even the next day!” Rolf declared proudly.

“Cream horns?” He licked his lips and wiped his mouth. “Nah, that’s another thing, this…” He waved the confectionery in his hand. “...is a croissant.”

Rolf smiled at him smugly. “Of course, smart-pants-Kevin…you think Rolf does not know how they say in France? Le croissant… eh… est très bon!”

Kevin stared at him dumbfounded. “Dude, you know french?”

He nodded. “The cousin of Rolf’s cousin dwells in La France.” He sat on the bed and his eyes drifted off in recollection.

“Rolf was taught a little of the tongue when uncle Harvik visited in the Old Country.”

“Right…”

Kevin put down his food and showed a suggestive smirk.

“Why don’tcha show me some of this french tongue… oui? Omelette du fromage…” He chuckled.

“Mmm…” Rolf leaned closer with half-lidded eyes.

“You pronounce français very well, Kevin… romantique.”

He brushed a hand softly under his boyfriend’s chin, his own face now only inches away.

“Can you repeat for Rolf… s’il vous plâit?”

His smooth caress was already making Kevin melt, a goofy grin plastered on his face.

“Oui…” he purred, closing his eyes. “Omelette… du fromaaage…”

His puckering lips were abruptly stopped by a finger.

“Ho-ho-ho, silly baguette-et-fromage Kevin… this is not the time for mouth-meetings!”

“Wuh…”

“Do not let the breakfast spoil like …” He tugged a confused Kevin’s nose teasingly before pulling away.

“Enjoy your croissant.” He stood up and left the room with a soft laugh.

Kevin was left alone with his tray. He let out a grunt of annoyance. Whatever… I’ll show him later…

Glancing at the nightstand, he grabbed his vintage dirtbike magazine and started browsing through it as he had a sip from his wonderful cappuccino… it was already making him forget about that awful tease. He took another bite of the pastry and hummed again, this time in sheer bliss as the cream filling met his taste buds. Kisses could wait.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Oh wow! I loved that! Part 2 of Yandere Platonic Straw Hats please?

The crew is now looking for a Cook, and meet Sanji and Zeff, who both spoil Reader with apples (Zeff can tell Reader’s been through a lot, for her crying tears of joy over a delicious yet simple meal, yet can’t seem to smile) as Reader tries to help with her Brother Luffy who needs to work off his debt from accidentally destroying a part of the Baratie (Reader tries to help, by serving drinks or get some of the ingredients for the chiefs, which makes the cooks and customers gush by how cute Reader is for trying to help)

Sanji instantly becomes attached to Reader the moment she compliments him for making her food and watching him cook, praising him for his skills in the kitchen (In a platonic ‘Big Brother’ way obviously) and he becomes very determined to make Reader smile from his cooking (With little to no success for now, but she always tells Sanji how incredibly yummy his food is, so he knows that’s progress, plus Reader’s eyes sparkle from each bite she takes)

However, the Cooks of the Baratie and Straw Hats battle Don Krieg, and Zoro ends up fighting Mihawk, with Reader wanting to heal his wounds but he refuses (Zoro being the stubborn ass he is and he doesn’t want Reader to overexert herself again and get a fever, but he’s too much of a Tsundere Big Brother to admit that)

Plus after the battle, the Straw Hats, plus their new crew mate Sanji must go after Nami, who stole the Going Merry (Plus Zeff gives Reader some apples as a reward for all her hard work)

Eri is just, so cute (When I heard her say ‘Oh no, it’s the bad Guy’ in Dub I was screaming over how cute she is 🥹🥹🥹)

-The waiter was a bit funny as you were all seated at a table together, Luffy lifting you up to sit beside him, he was really nice to Nami, giving her a fancy parfait, while the men only got some water.

-When his eyes fell on you he instantly kneeled, “Such adorable beauty as this deserves the best parfait in the whole world!!”

-Your eyes were sparkly as him and a guy with only one leg, a big mustache and a really big hat came out, the main chef and the two gave you the prettiest apple parfait you had ever seen, Luffy and Usopp were drooling over it.

-You turned to the two, tears in your eyes, “Is this really for me?” people all over the restaurant, from other guests to your crew to Sanji and Zeff, collapsed to the floor, holding their chests, unable to handle the overwhelming cuteness!!

-You shared bites of your parfait with Luffy who thanked you and gave Usopp some of the cookies on top and you held out an apple slide to Zoro who was going to refuse you, but your sparkling eyes made it impossible to resist and he took it, quickly stuffing it in his mouth, looking away with a blush on his face.

-Luffy caused some trouble, a lot of trouble, a whole heap of trouble, and was forced to wash dishes to pay off the damage and you went to Zeff, asking to help your big brother too.

-Zeff could tell by the way you held yourself that you were a damaged child, afraid of the world, but you had strong people on your side, helping you.

-Unable to resist your puppy eyes, Sanji helped put you in the smallest apron they had, which was bright pink and frilly, and you helped by taking dishes to Luffy.

-The other guests were fawning over you as you gave shy smiles and when an older man asked you why you were working, you beamed, “I’m helping my big brother!”

-Cue round two of cuteness heart attacks!!!

-Sanji had you on a chair next to him as he cooked, showing you the skills in the kitchen and he soaked up all of your praise, enjoying your sparkly-eyed look, “That’s amazing, big brother Sanji!!” he legit cried into his elbow, overwhelmed by your kind words.

-You cried when Don Krieg attacked, hiding under a table, your hands on your head as you wept silently, afraid of all of the noise until Nami found you, “There you are!” she grabbed you, holding you close as you clung tightly to her.

-You and Nami took refuge from the fight as a good part of the ship got destroyed in the fight, you gasped, calling out as you tried to get out of Nami’s arms, “Luffy!” watching him get shot at by spears, getting hurt.

-You managed to get out of her arms, rushing to your brother and Don Krieg saw you running, sneering down at you as he pointed his weapon at you, “Kids should stay out of the way!!”

-Everyone saw this happening in slow motion as your family all screamed out your name, including Sanji as he tried to rush to your side.

-A sudden pressure surrounded you and you froze as a man appeared in front of you, with a long cape and a huge cross shaped sword on his back, protecting you.

-You gasped, looking up at him as his head turned to you and you saw a piercing set of gold eyes. You could tell this man was powerful, dangerous, but there was no malice towards you.

-He easily took care of Krieg, shocking everyone watching before you learned this man was one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, Dracule Mihawk!

-You ran to Luffy’s side, wanting to use your quirk but he put his hand on your head, “Don’t, I’ll be okay.” You sniffled softly but nodded, not seeing Mihawk’s glance.

-You felt like you couldn’t breathe, seeing Zoro get cut down by Mihawk, just standing there and taking it as the loss of a duel!

-You ran to his side and Sanji saw that your horn was a bit bigger, flared with energy, something Mihawk noticed as well, glancing out the corner of his eyes.

-Zoro put his hand on your head, much like how Luffy didn’t, “Don’t, Y/N. You’ll make yourself sick again.” You were sobbing, holding onto his hand, wanting to help him as he grinned up at you, trying to pretend he wasn’t bleeding out, “I’ll be fine!” Mihawk smiled softly, seeing Zoro’s attention for you as your horn shrunk down again.

-Zeff helped stitch Zoro up while you walked around the damaged ship, seeing it getting repaired already. You trotted up to Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, and Usopp, concern on your face, “I can’t find Nami.”

-Shock was very quick to set in when they realized that the Going Merry was missing and so was Nami, as Zoro’s two friends told you all that Nami stole it.

-Your eyes went wide, holding your dress around your belly, ‘Stole it…?’ you couldn’t understand why she did that, and why she left.

[jerseyshoresy]

Kia Ora!

May I ask something for letterkenny where the reader routinely bakes for the produce stand( staples like bread, cookies etc) but then branches out into cakes and shit that they get Wayne, Darryl, Dans and Katy's opinion of their work? Wayne wants to pay you but honestly cooking/baking for others is your love language?

AHHHH I LOVE THIS SO SO SO MUCH because I totally would be this person in the LK universe!!! I freaking love baking and did I mention I LOVE this idea??? xD anyway thanks so much for lending me your creativity with this request, can't wait to see what you think of my creation below :) <3 I combined this ask with the other ask about being a friend of Katy’s and being a baker so don’t worry, I saw that request too!! No one falls through the cracks on this account, I see y’all and all your messages I promise😎 even if it takes me awhile to get everything done lol

This'll be another implied Wayne x reader story, but again, it can be read either romantically or platonically!

Bringing Home the Bakin'

Fluff

lil bit of Wayne x gn!reader

Warnings: none

There was nothing better than hearing the sound of your oven ding with the promise of yummy baked goods. You pulled out a fresh batch of chocolate chip cookies, the delectable smell filling your kitchen. You turned around, putting the raw dough of your very popular bread in the perfectly warmed up kitchen appliance. You were anxious to get this round of baking done as soon as possible because you needed to drop it all off at Katy and Wayne’s produce stand before it got too late in the morning. You and Katy had been friends for a long time, and in turn, her friends became your friends, and soon enough you were officially adopted into the Hicks’ group. You had always been an avid baker, too, which certainly didn’t hurt when it came time to making friends. You loved to bake things for people as it was your love language—food easily brings people together and full bellies equal full hearts. You never, in a million years, thought that people would love your products so much that they would line up so early in the morning, eager to get their hands on whatever you were selling that day. You couldn’t lie, you were proud of making a name for yourself like that, especially in Letterkenny where bad gas travels fast and good gas travels… well, probably just as fast, but nonetheless, you were happy. As your bread baked, you decided now would be the perfect time to go get ready so you’d be on time leaving later.

40 minutes bake time and 20 minutes cool down time later, everything was sliced, packaged, and ready to sell. You loaded up your car and drove over to the produce stand, excited to see your friends. As you pulled into the dirt driveway, you saw car after car waiting for you to arrive with your baked goods. Wayne saw you arrive and came over to help you carry everything to the stand.

“One of these days you ought to park your car and sell right from the trunk,” he commented, his arms filled with cookie containers.

“Then I wouldn’t be able to see your big muscles at work, moving my stuff,” you teased. Wayne scoffed quietly, but you knew he was flattered.

“Y/n! Glad to see you so chipper this morning,” Katy greeted, taking the bread from your grasp and setting it on the second stand they made specifically for your treats.

“Any morning I see my best friend is a morning worth looking forward to,” you said, a big smile on your face.

“Don’t go soft on me now,” she replied, smiling back at you.

“Our favorites baker’s heres,” said Squirrely Dan, clapping you on the shoulder.

“Sure is,” Daryl piped in before leaning in close to you. “Did you save us anything?”

“Hmm. Maybe,” you said with a sly grin. Daryl tried to contain his excitement but failed, letting out little giggles.

All of your baked goods were displayed neatly in no time with everyone’s help. Pies were placed all over pretty patterned plates, tarts were looking totally tantalizing, and the cookies couldn’t look any cuter in their containers.

“Pitter patter?” you asked, eyebrows raised.

“Let’s get at ‘er,” Katy responded, nodding at you before addressing the crowd. “Y/n’s Bakestand is now open! Line up nicely or we’ll lay you out.”

Crowds of people started swarming in as they all tried to buy something before it was sold out. You did your best to bake lots of extras this morning, but it didn’t look like it mattered. The stand was emptied in a half hour after what seemed like the entirety of Letterkenny’s residents came by. When the rush was finished, leaving you and the Hicks standing by yourselves, you clapped your hands.

“Now that that’s over with, you guys wanna taste one of my newest creations?” you asked, a sly grin taking over your lips.

“I like the sound of that,” said Daryl, unable to stifle more happy giggles.

“I’d taste anythings of yours that you’d so kindlys puts in my hands, y/n,” replied Dan.

“Why don’t you take about 50 to 60 percent off there, Squirrely Dan,” reprimanded Wayne, making you chuckle. You retrieved a cooler from your car that held something you’d finally tried after thinking it over for a while. You were confident in your baking abilities, but this time, you really wanted your friends’ opinions on your work. You opened the cooler and took out the large container, your nerves creeping up on you a little bit. Wayne eyed you curiously, wondering what delicious item you brought this time. When you finally took the lid off the container, you held your breath, waiting for each person’s reactions.

“It’s so pretty!”

“Too pretty to eat!”

“I disagrees with thats, Katy, but to each their owns.”

Wayne didn’t say anything, but he nodded his head in the slightest manner—that was a great sign. You had baked a carrot cake and covered it with cream cheese frosting; not only did you frost it, though, but you created art with it. You had decorated the border on the bottom and top with an intricate piping design, the swirls looking like they were dancing on the cake. In the middle was a perfect illustration of a carrot, the coloring vibrant and detailing neat. As you sliced it and doled out the pieces, you could see the nuts inside were evenly distributed and the cake was pleasantly spongy. Not a single element was out of place and you smiled to yourself, awaiting the consensus of flavor.

“You outdid yourself again,” commented Katy, taking another big bite.

“It’s so good I could cry,” an almost tearful Daryl replied.

“Delicious as always, y/ns,” Dan complimented.

“This tastes as good as puppy breath smells,” said Wayne, and you let out a relieved sigh.

“You guys don’t know how happy that makes me! I was nervous since I usually never bake cakes,” you confessed.

“You truly have a talent and I’m so glad we’re able to showcase that to Letterkenny,” Katy told you, gently nudging your shoulder with her own. There were still morning chores to get done so after everyone finished their treat, you and Wayne were left to watch over the produce stand for the time being. You busied yourself with the till, counting out how much money you made—you split your earnings with the siblings since you used their stand but you still came away with more than enough to cover some of your everyday expenses.

“You know, I wish you’d let me pay you more,” Wayne said, looking at you intently, “especially when you bring over those other treats just for us. You’re a hard worker, I want to make sure you’re paid fair and square.”

“This is a hobby-turned-side job for me, I promise I’m making enough,” you consoled. “And I enjoy making things for you guys. That’s just me sharing my love for you in the form of baked goods. No money needed there.”

Wayne wasn’t fully convinced until he saw just how brightly your eyes shone when you spoke about baking. He could tell that you honestly did it because you liked it, not because you were looking to make a profit. He felt his heart swell at the thought of you in the kitchen, apron on and humming to yourself as you worked on some more recipes to please him and the others.

“Okay,” he conceded, his steely gaze concentrated on your carefree one, “but if we have to build a second stand for you, you’re getting a bigger share of the profit. No ifs, ands, or buts.”

“You drive a hard bargain, Wayne, but I’m inclined to agree,” you said, stretching your hand out for a handshake, “only if you promise to keep being my most prized taste tester.”

“Fine by me,” he said, grasping your hand in his own and shaking it. However, he held onto your hand for a little longer than necessary, his lips curved into the tiniest smile.

He could never say no to you.

[babyanderson]

hi! jus had a bad fight w my parents so wld love some fluff w abby &/or ellie comforting u with yummy food and stuffies :((( ty!

hi love! m sorry you had a fight with ur parents i know what it’s like :( but can talk to me about anything!! always!!! hope u love this <33

cgs!ellabs x little!reader

settled down on the sofa, you flick through the endless shows and movies on netflix, fighting back tears threatening to spill from your eyes. you sniffle as someone catches your eye, walking into the room. ellie, followed by abby, walk in, their hands behind their backs. they both sit either side of you, facing you.

“hi, baby. whatcha doin’?” ellie asks, leaning in to place a kiss on your cheek. you lean back into abby’s chest, her arm wrapping around your waist.

“lookin’ for movie. what you got?” you ask, leaning up to look behind both of the girls. they gasp, hiding it even more, making you smile. you look up at abby, frowning.

“mama? mama tell me? please?” you ask more, your bottom lip stuck out. she shakes her head, kissing your forehead.

“know you’ve had a bad day, baby, so your mama and i wanted to make you feel a little better. wanna see what we got?” abby says, making you nod quickly. they both bring their hands in front of you, showing you what they got. abby holds a stuffed pink bunny in her hands and ellie holds boxes of muffins, cookies and a whole fruit salad consisting of strawberries, watermelon, grapes, mango - everything!!

your eyes widen as you tackle abby into a hug, then the same to ellie.

“woah- baby! careful! crazy girl,” ellie exclaims, kissing all over your face. you giggle, sitting back on abby’s lap, the bunny on your own.

“thank you, mama!” you kiss abby’s cheek.

“thank you, mama!” you kiss ellie’s cheek.

you sit back on the sofa, your bunny in your lap and your mamas by your sides, cuddled under your blankets.

“ooh! i love this episode!” ellie says as the fifth episode of your show came on.

“mama, you say that after every one! silly,” you giggle, leaning your head against abby’s shoulder. taking a cookie from the box, you hold it up to abby’s mouth. she takes a bite and then so do you.

“feeling any better, baby?” she asks as you nod, cuddling into her warm body.

[tianasimstreehouse]

Buttermilk Fried Chicken

Succulent, spiced chicken pieces tenderised in buttermilk and then fried until crispy and golden. Your sims might get a little messy while eating this, but that's the fun of it!

Thank you to my patrons for this wonderful yummy soul food request 🧡 :)

Category: Meals

Ingredients: White Meat, Flour, *Mighty Plant Milk (*Cottage Living)

Skill Level: 3 (Homestyle)

Available sizes: Party, Family, Single

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[starsurface]

I LOVE YOUR WORK. Especially your baby regression post. As a baby regressor it makes me so happy. Could you some HCs of the earth realm champions (Raiden, Kung Lao, Kenshi, Johnny and maybe a little bit of Liu Kang) being tasked to take care of a baby regressor?

Awh thank you so much!!! Your guys support means so much to me, Sugars. <3 <3

Real quick, I didn't know what emoji to use for Kung Lao. It was either 👒 or 🍖 (I'm so mean to him <3) (he's one of my favorites) if y'all have any suggestions I'll take them!! :D

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Raiden, Kung Lao, Kenshi, Johnny, & Liu Kang w/ Babyspace Regressor Hcs

❤️ They all absolutely adore you!!!!

⭐️ Your so tiny and cute, it's adorable 🥺

🌟 It really depends on how you regress that depends on the situation

🌩 Most times, if you’re little during training Liu Kang will take you to his room and have some playtime (the others get to train >:3)

🍖 Unfortunately, Liu is also an extremely important individual, and playtime might get cut short :(

❤️ It makes both of you super pouty, but don't worry!! He's already called Dada Raiden to come watch over you! :D

⭐️ . . . Dada Raiden is apparently an apologetic Raiden, and his three little squirrelssquirrels- I mean, Johnny, Kenshi, and Kung Lao <3

🌟 Luckily, Liu Kang doesn’t get too upset, especially when you start making grabby hands towards Kung Lao, wanting him to pick you up

🌩 You promised Liu Kang that’d you be on your best behavior!! (. . . Maybe)

🍖 The moment Liu Kang is out of the door, Johnny and Kung Lao are arguing

❤️ Obviously you wanna play with him- No, not him, him! Obviously you want your favorite person!!! Not some loser- Uh, silly person >:(

⭐️ ^ Unfortunally, this is both their mindsets

🌟 It’s not their faults!! They both adore you!! How could they not wanna cuddle up and baby you? 🥺

🌩 But don’t you wanna have a dance break with Johnny? Where he holds you on his hip and twirl you around?

🍖 Or come play outside with Kung Lao!! You both could go catch butterflies- He’ll even give you a piggy back ride!!

❤️ Raiden and Kenshi kinda take a semi hands off approach, letting you crawl over and cuddle them before getting dragged back by Johnny or Kung lao

⭐️ Unfortunalyl . . . their little scwabble could cause some tears to ensue

🌟 You don’t wanna choose! How could you choose? You love both Kung Lao and Johnny equally!! Why were they making you choose? That wasn’t fair, nor very nice :(

🌩 And now Johnny and Kung Lao are using their mean voices towards each other and they’re fighting, why are they fighting? You didn’t do anything wrong, did you?

🍖 Luckily, Raiden notices and comes over, scooping you up and declaring it snack time

❤️ You swear you can hear Kenshi scolding Johnny and Kung Lao for making you cry, but Raiden put on some soft music so you could help him make sandwiches and fruit

⭐️ Except your a bit too big to help make sandwiches, so instead you can eat a cookie while Raiden makes lunch

🌟 If your too little for solid foods, Raiden will make you some yummy oatmeal or something similar

🌩 Kenshi comes over and scoops you up, mostly because Raiden called for him because he might be super awesome (as you’ve declared him) but he can’t unfortuanlly carry you and bring out a tray of food (for some reason 🙄)

🍖 Johnny and Kung Lao look kinda defeated as they apologize to you, but their apology is very sincere because they never truly meant to make you cry

❤️ The rest of the day, after some yummy food and cartoons, is spent sharing playtime

⭐️ Johnny convinces everyone that they need a small dance break after lunch, and now everyone needs a dance break

🌟 Whether it’s dancing with some nice tunes, or those silly little fun exercises online

🌩 Y’all ever done Koo Koo Kangaroo? One of my favorite child exercise things, and they’re mostly simple (Double Scoops my favorite)

🍖 Kung Lao convinces you to come to play outside, mostly in Liu Kang’s personal spot in the Wushi gardens (a lot of regressors like spending time there, it’s really nice and secretive)

❤️ And you two chase Johnny and Kenshi around (with him giving you a piggyback ride), you won, both Kenshi and Johnny surrendered

⭐️ Since your outside, you sit on Kenshi’s lap and pop bubbles that the others are making (Johnny got them from his room)

🌟 Or you guys walk by the nice smelling flowers, you on Kenshi’s hip (much to the other’s protest, and Kenshi’s joy)

🌩 When they get inside, Raiden gets some paper and decides its color time (something calming before bedtime)

🍖 You to color, and the fie of you end up making Liu Kang a pretty picture because you notice he doesn't have many portraits of himself (a terrible thing, Johnny declared)

❤️ You are passed OUT by nap time

⭐️ They made a plan too!! Just in case!!

🌟 Kung Lao got the couch all comfy with all of Liu Kang’s pillows and blankets (absolutely destroyed his bed, he’ll get scolded at later)

🌩 Johnny found your favortie show or movie, and closed all the curtains so it’d be darker

🍖 Kenshi and Raiden helped you get ready for bedtime and honestly, you were so sleepy from your long day running around

❤️ ^ If you need diapers or any sort of protection, Raiden will gently change you (best out of the four of them, he’s an older brother and uses them himself)

⭐️ Liu Kang comes back after what feels like (and is) hours of being gone

🌟 He can’t even be mad that Kung Lao stole all his blankets and pillows, you five are passed out in a major cuddle pile, and he has to keep himself from laughing

🌩 ^ Mostly because it seems you covered Johnny’s face (lightly) with a pillow to shush his snoring in your sleep

🍖 Went much better than expected, he expected he wouldn’t have a house anymore with the chaos, ngl

❤️ He might snap a quick photo with Johnny’s phone, but is a bit cautious of waking you five up

⭐️ He’ll kiss all of your foreheads, and remove the pillow off Johnny’s cage, and goes to continue his pouring God work in his office

🌟 He really liked his new portrait though, almost cried when he saw it, he’ll make sure to hang it up soon <3

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

^ This banner is the most colorful I've ever made, it's so cute!! :3

[mj-iza-writer]

This was definitely supposed to be posted a few days ago. So let's pretend that that happened and not on Thanksgiving day. Ugh!

"Mister, Caretaker, sir", Whumpee gently knocked on the office door.

"Yes Whumpee", Caretaker smiled cheerfully at them, "how can I help you?"

"Um I'm sorry to bother you, but, I-I have a question", Whumpee pulled at their sleeves.

"Okay, absolutely come in. You're not bothering me", Caretaker leaned up to their desk, "you can take a seat if you like", they offered.

Whumpee timidly walked up to the desk, and stood.

"That works to", Caretaker smiled.

"I keep hearing about this Thanksgiving thingy, and your spouse is talking about all of these foods and plans. But, what is Thanksgiving again, I don't remember it", Whumpee looked down.

"It's when people gather around the people they love, its a time to be thankful for the things we may have and the people in our lives. Some have a harder time then others during this time of year though, so it can be hard for some", Caretaker looked at Whumpee sadly, "do you remember any time before Whumper when you may have celebrated Thanksgiving?"

"No sir, not really. What do we do during the celebration?", Whumpee looked at them.

"Well, everyone is a little different, of course. For our house, we have family members come over, and we spend the day together. There's often a football game on, and we watch the parade in the morning. The kitchen is very busy all day as we all help cook, and then when everything is prepared, we gather around and eat our meal", Caretaker thought for a second, "everyone coming over is safe for you to be around as well, no one will try to harm you. They are excited to meet you."

"You mean I get to be part of your Thanksgiving", Whumpee almost jumped in excitement.

"Yes of course, our family is very happy to have you join us", Caretaker smiled, "like I said everyone is safe to be around, and if you need me, I'll be close by for you."

"Hmm", Whumpee thought, "I remember now, there was a time Whumper tied me up and left me in their closet. I could hear a lot of people downstairs, and the smell of the house made me hungry", Whumpee frowned, "I don't know what day that was though, but I spent that night hoping for just a bite of the yummy smelling food."

"Whumpee I'm sorry that you had to go through that. Did you ever get any of the yummy smelling food?", Caretaker sighed.

"No sir, although they did give me butter on my bread, and some milk. I was thankful for that", Whumpee smiled.

"Well, you will definitely have plenty of food, my spouse and our family love to cook", Caretaker smiled, "I on the other hand burn water, so I get ushered out of the kitchen fairly often."

"I'm excited sir, I can't wait to smell everything, and know I can eat some of it as well", Whumpee exclaimed, "what foods will be there?"

"All kinds, plus all kinds of dessert as well", Caretaker promised.

"Sweets", Whumpee almost jumped.

"Yes, pies, cakes, cookies, you name it", Caretaker smiled as Whumpee grew more and more excited.

"And I really get to be part of this Caretaker?", Whumpee looked at him, for a moment they got serious, "you really mean it?"

"Yes, I am being very serious, but you need to promise me one thing", Caretaker looked at them.

"Okay?", Whumpee looked at them.

"During the day, we need to do check-ins. There will be a lot going on, and you may get overwhelmed. So throughout the day, I may stop you and make sure you are okay. If there is a moment you feel overwhelmed, you can get me, or even my spouse", Caretaker explained, "my office here and your bedroom will be our safe zones, so off limits to others. If you need to take a breather or have a rest away from other people, those will be the places to do so. Does that sound okay?"

"Yes Caretaker", Whumpee smiled.

"Okay, that's good. This will be your first big event after your rescue, so you could get overwhelmed, at any point feel free to step away. Even if you can't find me, or my spouse, go to those safe zones. We will probably come to check on you soon after", Caretaker stood.

"Let's go see if they need any help. There is a lot of planning that goes into the meal and the long weekend", Caretaker started to walk to the door, and they both went to the kitchen.

"Aww there you are", Caretaker's spouse looked up and smiled at Whumpee "where have you been?"

"Oh we've been in my office for a few minutes talking about Thanksgiving", Caretaker grinned, "you know this will be their first Thanksgiving in a long time, they are very excited."

Caretaker's spouse smiled, "well I have a job for Whumpee, if you are up to it", they looked at Whumpee.

Whumpee eagerly nodded.

"I need two official taste testers", the spouse smiled, "Caretaker always helps with that job, but I think Whumpee will be able to help this year."

"How do you do that?", Whumpee looked at Caretaker, then at their spouse.

"Well you take a taste of something that we've made, and if you say yum right away, we know it taste good", the spouse smiled.

"It's really fun", Caretaker smiled.

Whumpee almost had stars in their eyes, "okay."

"It's just small bites, we don't want you to be to full before the meal", Caretaker smiled, "this way, you will also know what to load up on your plate."

"Let's do a practice round", Caretaker's spouse suggested, "I just finished these pies, let's taste these and see which is our favorite."

Once the pies were served, they started to taste them.

"Ooh, I really like this one", Caretaker pointed, "what do you think Whumpee, which one donyou like."

"Can I say I like them all", Whumpee talked with their mouth full.

"You can absolutely say that", Caretaker's spouse smiled, "I think I like them all to."

Caretaker looked up, "Yep, they're all amazing."

"Alright these are all on the menu for Thanksgiving", Caretaker's spouse smiled, "let the feast begin."

Taglist. As always please let me know if you want to be added or taken off of the list. It's not a problem at all. @villainsandheroes @the-beasts-have-arrived @sacredwrath @porschethemermaid @monarchthefirst @generic-whumperz @bloodyandfrightened @freefallingup13

[polyamorouspunk]

Hey there. Just wanted to let you know you run one of my favorite blogs. While we're not friends and I certainly can't claim to know you, your posts are always a splash of brightness on my dash. I love all the ask games things you do specially.

I know you're not doing well right now and I know there isn't much I can do to help you with that, but I figured it would be nice to let you know you're appreciated even if I'm just a random stranger half a globe away.

Even if you can't bring yourself to eat something at this time, please consider drinking some water? You deserve to feel better, you deserve care and comfort and filling yummy food and good things coming your way.

I hope tomorrow treats you kindly.

Thank you.

I do feel bad that this year I’ve just been soooo clearly mentally ill, like more than I have been in recent years.

Today I had some Oreo milkshake cookie from Crumbl and my mom bought us a mouse cake slice each!

Been eating a lot of yummy foods lately, especially since I have IBS I try and just enjoy what I can eat when I can eat it.

I’ve def always had weight issues and weight-image issues but even though doctors always want you to “have a better diet to manage symptoms” it’s like. 1. I’m not going to eat only rice and drink only Gatorade to prevent myself from having symptoms 2. If literally anything can make me sick at any time for any reason I might as well eat whatever I want when I’m NOT actively sick, and then when I do get sick is when I start doing some damage control and restricting what I eat to make myself less sick.

And honestly a few of my friends are similar body types to me and I think they’re really hot and it’s made me feel a bit better about myself!

I’m not doing well right now and I’m not really sure how any of it is going to go. I always feel like I’m just like “well I’m in the middle of it and it needs to be resolved but I can’t resolve it right now so I’m just stuck here” but I’ve been able to do some self care like reading, I just finished a book in like? 3 days? Which is pretty good for me nowadays.

I’m managing my anxiety right now by getting some food I just ate, and then I’m going to listen to a podcast while I fall asleep to focus on that instead of my own wandering mind. I have therapy tomorrow morning and I’m not really looking forward to it to be honest but it is what it is.

Every message I get helps. Every person who reaches out helps. I’m so lucky to have the platform I do because if I didn’t I don’t know if I would have been able to make it this far without even more cuts and bruises, both literally and mentally.

[fallinforerling]

hello, i would like to request an imagine where erling and reader have erling's little sisters over for the afternoon. a cute imagine where they cook cookies together, draw, read books to them, or cute things like that c: and erling wonders about having a child with y/n. hope you like the request

hypothetical scenario - e.h

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You werenʼt the best with kids, and you were very aware of it. But you really wanted to make an effort and try to be good with kids for Erling. 

After all, it was his little sisters who you were taking care of for the day. Good thing? At least you had your boyfriend by your side. 

Truth was, kids made you nervous in most cases. You never knew what they were going to say, do, or think next. And ever since the little girls stepped into the apartment, you've tried to figure out how to get them to like you. 

Could it be a movie? A game? A celebrity? What keeps kids interested these days? 

“Your hair is pretty.” One of them said, smiling a bit when you directed your eyes at her. “I like it a lot.” 

“Thank you, sweetheart!” You said, lowering yourself just a little. She seemed like the same calm little girl you’d met a couple of months ago. “Do you want me to do something similar to yours?” 

“Yeah!” She jumped a bit, smiling even more. 

“Me too, me too!” Her sister took your hand, jumping along. 

You looked over to the door, where Erling was still talking to his father while looking at you. Alfie gave you a little wave before patting his son’s shoulder, leaving after a few seconds. You retrieved your eyes back to the girls, taking their hands. 

“What about we eat something first and then I can do something nice to your hair? We can even do your brother’s hair! How does that sound?” 

“That sounds amazing!” One of them said, following you around with ease. 

You felt Erling’s presence behind your back while you guided the girls towards the kitchen, feeling happy that at least they were open to your presence. They seemed like sweet girls, thank God. 

“What are we doing?” Erling said, brushing his hands on his sister's hair before kissing your cheek, leaning on the counter while you sat each girl on a stool. 

“We’re eating something yummy before we do a little something to their hair.” You replied, already trying to figure out what kind of food the girls liked. “What do they usually eat?” You whispered toward your boyfriend once he made it next to you. 

“They like pasta with milk and cheese.” He shrugged. “But they aren’t that difficult, I promise. They eat anything.” 

“Say less.” You smiled again at the girls, who were looking at both of you intently. “I’m going to make you the best pasta you’ve ever tried, angels.” 

“Really?” One of them asked, giggling when her brother started to laugh. 

“Let’s not make any promises. They’d tried my pasta. Don’t get your hopes too high.” He said, hugging you by the waist in a playful manner. 

“And you are an excellent cook, but so am I.” You gave him a peck before going to the pantry. “Sit there and wait.” 

“Okay, okay…” He raised his hands in a gesture of surrender that made you smile. “Let’s leave the chef do her thing, my babies. Do you want to listen to music?” 

Both girls screamed “Yes!”, and you couldn’t help but smile.

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“Don’t you look fantastic?” You said while giving Erling’s braids the final touches. The girls wouldn’t stop giggling, sitting on their brother’s lap while playing with some toys. 

“Of course I do.” He smiled, playing with the girl’s own braids. “We all look rather fabulous, am I right?” 

“You look like a viking.” One of the girls said, making you laugh. 

“Didn’t you dressed up as one for Halloween?” You said, getting up from the couch, letting Erling’s back fall back to the cushion. 

“I did.” He smiled at you with sparkling eyes. “What do you want to do now?” 

“Why don’t we ask the girls?” Both of you looked at them.

They were smiling, a bit shy at the sudden attention, but one of them decided to speak up.

“We want to eat something sweet.” She said, giving you begging eyes. “Pleaaaaase…” 

“Can we?” You asked Erling, not feeling able to say no to her. 

“I mean…” He shrugged. “Why not? Dad is not here, right?” 

“Thank you!” They both screamed, jumping around before running directly to the kitchen. “Let’s go, let’s go!” 

“They like you a lot.” Your boyfriend said suddenly, seeming pleased by the fact that his sisters adopted you for the day. “I’m really happy you’re getting along with them.” 

“They’re adorable, how could I not?” When you entered the kitchen, they were already waiting by the counter. “What do the princesses want to eat?” 

“Cookies!” 

“Chocolate chip cookies!” 

“Okay, okay!” You said, luckily having all the ingredients for them. “Do you want to help me? It’s quite easy.” 

“Erling has to help too.” One of them said, taking her brother’s hand. 

“That’s right. Why don’t you get the ingredients?” 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

While making the cookie dough, you felt very thankful for the whole day. The girls were angels— very sweet and so well-behaved. They always listened, and you couldn’t deny that they were 100% Erling’s sisters, being the exact replicas by looks and behavior. You suddenly forgot all the worries you had earlier about them not liking you or you being bad with kids. 

You couldn’t be that bad after all. They seemed to like you a lot, as Erling said. 

You all cut the cookies, put them on the trays, and waited until they were ready to eat. The girls were beyond pleased, but since it was almost eight p.m., you knew it was time to hold the sugar and get them ready for bed. 

“What about we save some? I bet Alfie would like to try them.” You said, retrieving the plate from their hands, gaining a disappointed look. “I’m sorry, my loves. But it’s too much sugar.” 

“But they are so yummy!” 

“Yeah, but Dad is going to be here in an hour, so no more sugar for you.” Erling said, taking them down from the stool. “Let’s go to the living room.” 

“You’re very good with kids, aren’t you?” You said once you were next to him, elbowing him a little. 

“Me? What about you?” He smiled, looking at the girls settling down by the carpet. “I wonder if our children are going to be like them.” 

“Our children?” You asked, giggling when he looked at you like it was the most obvious thing ever. 

“Yes, our children.” You knew he was just joking, but you couldn’t stop the butterflies from exploding in your stomach. “In the hypothetical scenario, they’re two, and we love them very much... This happens in three years or so.” 

“Are you asking or planning this whole thing?” 

“A bit of both.” He hugged you, smiling the whole time. “You’re going to be an amazing mother.”  You couldn’t find the words to reply, so you just hugged him back, beyond happy to know that he was so sure about having kids with you. That didn’t sound as bad as you could’ve thought.

[lovelynurseandhenchman]

✨️Ziolet Oneshots!✨️

I made this for the lovely @jokerislandgirl32 as a thank you for the Rex and Yssa oneshots. I feel terrible it took this long to make; I've been dealing with block.

Sweet Treat: Zach refuses to share his cookies with anyone. We see it with the pigeons, so why would he share with people? Well, that's different with Violet. That has been his love language with her since they met. He realized he loved her truly when he gave her the bigger half of his black and white cookie. Seeing that smile on her face made him feel...good.

Picky Eater: Zach is a very picky eater. He has many comfort foods like cookies, toast, and tomato soup. However, Violet finds a way to incorporate some other foods into his diet with some help from a few friends.

From making fried chicken out of cauliflower to blending some broccoli into some macaroni and cheese, she has found many ways to give Zach more variety in his diet. His favorite ended up being pasta verdé since it was not too spicy. It was also good since this yummy pasta is made with chili poblano, serrano peppers, and cilantro.

No More Tears: Zach hates nature with a passion. He could care less if the earth becomes a floating rock in space. However, when he mentioned eating some wild turkeys for Thanksgiving, he noticed his lovely wife was on the brink of tears. He immediately back petaled since she found the fat birds adorable; the last thing he wanted to see was his lovely wife cry.

That's all I could really think of! I will make more once I get some more ideas!

[wolfoftheblackflames]

Hiya guys, here's another Hazbin fic to feed ya with. Featuring my sinner oc Kerryn!

The sound of humming filled the Hazbin Hotel's kitchen, the scent of freshly baked goods wafting into the common area. In said kitchen stood a tall thirteen foot dragon like figure with soft fluffy fur on their limbs, body, and face. She also had a set of claws and dragon like feet alongside a long serpent tail with feathers and giant wings that rested on her back. The sinner's name was Kerryn, and she was pulling out some freshly made cookies.

"What do we have here?" A familiar voice asked as the dragon demon looked back to the speaker.

"Oh hello Mr. Alastor, I'm just doing a little bit of baking.." The sinner replied with a soft smile.

"And these?" Alastor squared in on some delicious looking shepherd's pies that littered the table.

"I made those too for those who don't have much of a sweet tooth." Kerryn rubbed her neck with a sheepish grin. "They're made with vegetables and meat."

Alastor couldn't help it and took one of the pies. He then took some into his mouth with a fork and hummed with delight. "My, I usually prefer a juicy venison, but this is quite tasty."

"Oooo!" A shrill voice came in as Niffty scurried over. Kerryn smiled a bit and squatted down handing the maid a plate that had a pie plus some freshly made cookies. "Oh, arigatoo!"

"My pleasure, munchkin." Kerryn stood back up as Niffty scurried off again. Alastor chuckled but looked over to see a pair, one with a furry pink head and the other a grumpy tired look with red eyebrows.

"Hmm, what smells so good in here?" Husk asked as Angel easily took a cookie. "Damn Fluffy, these are fucking good!" The spider demon purred having eaten one as he easily took several more.

Kerryn laughed a bit and handed Husk a plate with some shepherd's pie. "Here you go Mr. Husk." She smiled at the cat demon.

"Aw, thanks, kid. Looks delicious." He walked back to his bar, wanting his booze to enjoy this with.

Sir Pentious slithered in as well his eyes darting around at the baked goods. "Oh my, what's the occasion for all this my dear?" He asked as Kerryn handed him a pie plus some cookies and biscuits.

"Hi, Mr. Sir Pentious, I just wanted to do something nice for you guys." The dragon grinned a bit. She also squatted down and handed some biscuits to the egg bois as well.

"Yummy!" Frank giggled, eating his whole.

"Why thank you." The snake man smiled and nibbled on a biscuit. His eyes lighting up at the taste.

Kerryn blinked as the one she really wanted to thank the most appeared. "Miss Charlie, Miss Vaggie, please come and enjoy some of the food I made." She grinned holding up two plates of food to the pair of women that came into the room.

Vaggie smiled a bit. "Gracias. This actually looks really good." She chuckled going to sit down at the dining table.

Charlie however had a huge puppy dog stare and grinned. "Oh you didn't have to do this Kerryn, but thank you so much!" She giggled giving Kerryn a brief hug before she went to sit down with Vaggie and enjoy her food.

Kerryn smiled warmly as her friends enjoyed the treats. "Well, I wanted to thank you for the new clothes, I've only been here for a few days now, and you've also taught me a lot. " She fidgted with her claws. The new clothes were the ones she was wearing right now. A casual deep v neck dress shirt that allowed some chest fur to peek out with a beautiful belt of a vine motif etched into the leather, and casual baggy slacks for easier movement. Kerryn had insisted on no shoes.

"So that's why yer lookin a little dapper today." Angel smirked still smug he had the biggest chest fluff still. "It suits ya."

"You needed new clothes since your last ones were just torn up rags. Plus, with you being a new arrival, it was fun teaching you about my home." Charlie added, but then her eyes sparkled after eating a cookie. "Oh my gosh!"

Kerryn blushed a bit at the praise she was getting. She couldn't help but stroke the horns on her head as a cute fidget. "Well there's more than baking in my arsenal."

The day went by with ease, as everyone was a little happier at the sudden treat. Though Angel smirked upon seeing Charlie feeding Vaggie a cookie. Husk had come back for seconds, only to leave again, rolling his eyes at the two women. Kerryn noticed Razzle and Dazzle. She smiled and brought food over to the two as well, letting the two goat body guards enjoy the feast, too. Alastor had left with Niffty by this point.

"Aw, look at you two bein' cute." The spider smirked but decided to leave the girls be since he was in a good mood.

"Enjoy the meal m'ladies." Kerryn playfully added bowing making both girls blush as the dragon demon left them alone.