#cookie thank you for the yummy food

[archerdepartures116]

So, doing it for the first time, whole ask thing...

Saw how some where asking stuff of your peak lords..

And can we send a basket of cookies for/to them? Anonymous basket of tasty cookies for everyone on Cang Qiong Mountian Sect. They deserve them.

On another note, your art is fantastic, your AUs are splendid! May you be always bountiful in inspiration, free time and good mood/food! Wish you a good day, lovely person.

hehe cookies yummy (chocolate chip ofc the classic)

anyhow thank you sm ahahsdksjd this made me feel very warm inside ahah

[spidybaby]

Holiday Vlog 🎄✨️

Barca Boys x Youtuber!Reader

Summary: You do your yearly Holiday Vlog, but this time you have a special guest.

Warnings: cursing, christmas celebration (for those who don't celebrate)

Pedri

"Okay, so the set is not the usual." You say, stating the obvious. "We are in my car, and we are going to my boyfriend's house to prepare some Christmas dishes." You explain.

You check if you have everything for the dishes you promised Pedri to do with Fer and him. You were going to make cookies, banana bread, Rosy's recipe of a canarian dessert, and more.

"So I have everything we need, I'll just need willingness from my boyfriend to be able to cook four Christmas dishes." You chuckle.

You talk about your adventure buying everything. Basically doing a voice-over because you'll place some clips over the voice.

You call Pedri as you are outside his house. He and Fer walk out to help you bring the ingredients inside and to the kitchen.

"Ven aquí." Pedri says, leaving the things in the counter and then turning to you to give you a hug. "Ready to spend the best christmas ever?"

You nod, giving him a kiss. "Are you ready to be my vlog partner?" You ask, separating and pointing at him with the camera. "Some words, pepi?"

He thinks for a while. "We are going to make banana bread, and we are going to kiss under the mistletoe." He smiles, giving a thumbs up.

You chuckle, putting the camera down and giving him a kiss. "Te amo."

"Yo más." He smiles and goes back to your lips. "Let's make some yummy dishes."

You organize the ingredients in his kitchen. Fer printed out some steps on what to do, you'll edit the clips to make them look aesthetic.

"Do we need to not mention something or what?" He asks, looking at you while you positipn the camera.

"You can say all you want, I'll edit it out." You smile. "Ready?"

He nods, positioning next to you on the frame. "Do I have to say something?"

"Want to say hi and tell what we are doing?" You ask, pressing recording.

He blushes lightly. "Vamo' a hacer pan de platano, unas galletas y vamos a hacer un postre canario que los va a dejar niquelaos." (We are going to make banana bread, cookies, and a canarian dessert that is going to make your brain blow)

You smile. "We are going to begin with the banana bread." You smile. "Thankfully, Pedri's brother Fer printed us the recipes with very detailed steps."

"Perfecto!" He says. "And we have the famous platanos de Canarias." He shows them. "I got them for free." He laughs.

You giggle. You start to read the instructions, following the steps with him. Pedri was so enthusiastic about it.

You two make all the recipes, taking a good time but being happy about being able to make it together and to be spending quality time together.

"We are going to load the dishwasher and wait for everything to cool." You smile. "Thank you, guys. I love you all. Pedri and I wish you a happy holiday and to those who celebrate a merry christmas."

You turn the camera off, taking the break time to charge the battery. You help Pedri load the dishwasher and place some clean dishes in their respective areas.

You feel two cold hands and a kiss on your neck. "Do you want to order some food and maybe watch something while we wait?" He asks, giving you more kisses.

You say yes to him. He grabs your hands and walks with you to his room. His parents are in Tenerife, and Fer is busy playing.

You order something and cuddle with him in bed. The movie and food were good. "Thank you for doing this vlog with me." You whisper, kissing his nose.

"Don't thank me." He giggles. "I love doing this stuff with you. Te amo."

"Te amo, Pepi."

Ferran

"Hola, Ferran here." He says into the camera. "And this is Y/n." He points at you.

You wave to the camera, hugging him by the neck and giving him a kiss. "Hi, guys."

"Today, we are going to buy some last-minute presents." He explains. "This happened because someone lost the gif-"

"He did." You interrupted him. "But we are not going to point fingers to anyone." You smile.

He scuffs. "Okay, so we are going to the mall, but before this is our outfit of the day." He smiles, placing the camera and getting a full picture of your outfits. "Go." He instructed you.

You smile at him, looking at him with lovey eyes. "I'm wearing a The North West jacket, I have Ferran's t-shirt under." You open your jacket a little, showing the t-shirt. "I have a pair of thermal leggings, some fuzzy socks from primark, and my boots are from ugg." You finish.

"My jacket is from Off White." Ferran says. "My polo shirt, same as my baby." He smiles to you. "Some cargos from I don't know and my jordans. I also will be wearing this over my mouth because I don't want to be recognized."

He grabs the camera, grabbing your hand and walking. He was loving taking over the vlogs, he loves being able to share more than he does in social media.

"We are going to get his sister and mother something and also we are getting a Christmas outfit for him." You say.

You two began your adventure with Ferran explaining everything you are doing. He likes taking the chance to make your channel his own.

"Pick this or that." He says.

You focus on the options. "That."

He makes a face. "Okay, this." He smiles, placing the item into the basket.

You move the camera to focus on yourself. "This is why I have trust issues." You pout.

You two move from buying the gifts to get his outfit. You explain to the camera that Ferran is someone who's very simple with his outfits, so this time, he allowed you to be the one to dress him.

"This is a, what is it called?" He asks you. "Impress dress." He says.

"Dress to impress, my love." You giggle. "Okay, so pick a store."

He thinks for a few moments, grabbing your hand and walking over to this store where you can get an ugly Christmas sweater.

"Do you want this?" You point to the sweaters. "Ferran, amor." You laugh.

"We can match ugly sweaters."

You nod, not wanting to end his happy grin. You search with him, he then sees something he likes.

"If I find your size, we are wearing this for Christmas night." He smiles.

You look at the ugliest sweater you have ever seen, but the way your boyfriend is smiling. You turn the recording back on, sighing.

"Guys, it seems like Ferran and I have our christmas outfits ready!" You say with a happy voice.

Gavi

"Do I look good?" He asks, checking himself in the small screen. "Is my hair alright?"

You smirk, h used to be so shy at the sight of the camera, and now he's used to it.

"You look good." You smile at him, fixing a string of hair that's looking weird. "I love the way your outfit looks, Pablito."

"We are matching." He giggles, hugging you by the waist. "What are we talking about in this vlog?"

"Just giving a small recap of our day, maybe a clip of us opening the gifts, and that's that." You explain. "Is that okay?"

He nods, understanding that you cut your vlog short because of him. Since you started dating, you changed your vlogging style. Trying to keep him out of it for the most part.

Pablo is not someone who likes cameras, even when his life revolves around cameras that picture hik from every angle while he plays.

He's not mad at the pictures you ask, and you keep to yourself or the memories you capture in video but never show to anybody.

He sometimes gets uncomfortable with the overexposure that people put him through, and he rejects the small moments you try to show him.

After some time, he got used to the idea of you being a vlogger. He likes the idea, actually. It was fun to see a recap of your day when he was away.

"Okay, my pumpkins," you say to the camera. "I'm over at my boyfriend's home. We are spending this Christmas together, and we have quite a tight schedule."

"Very tight." He remarks.

You chuckle at that. "And we are going to have dinner with his family, we will play some Christmas games and then open the gifts."

"Let's go eat," He shouts excitedly. "Vamoooos"

You show a very happy Gavi. You cut to the camera, walking with him to the kitchen. You charge the camera while eating with his family.

You have a nice talk with his parents and sister. You love them so much. Aurora and you planned on doing a small battle of building gingerbread houses.

You get everything set up. It was between Pablo Sr, Belen, Aurora, and you. Aurora's boyfriend, Pablo's grandma, and Pablo were the judges.

"Amor, come here." Gavi calls you. You see him with your camera on his hands. "We need to film this."

You smile at him, never thinking he would be the one starting the camera. "Pumpkins, we are doing this competition of building gingerbread houses." You explain. "Gavi, here. He's going to be the judge, and believe me when I tell you that he's not going to favor me."

He shakes his head no at your statement. "I'm a fair judge." He says, very serious tone.

You show the gingerbread building boxes, showing that each of them has a name. Gavi shows his family and asked them in a scale of 1 to 10 how confident they felt.

The competition began, you were never the best at building things, so obviously it was kind of messy.

Aurora, on the other hand, looked like an expert. Doing everything flawlessly. Your house was kind of tilted, and you can tell that it was not made with love.

After a fun, frustrating, but very full of love experience. It was time to judge. Gavi took the time to film the house and ask for an explanation.

"Y/n," He sighs. "Explain to us your very interesting architecture." He laughs.

"It's a modern and very revolutionary way of construction. Not for rockies." You joke.

The time of judging began, Gavi took the camera with him and filmed the audio of him and the judges picking the winner.

Obviously, it was not your almost destroyed house, you laugh when he offered you a peppermint candy as a consolation prize.

"If it makes you feel better, I voted for you." He smiles, hugging your waist.

"It actually makes it all better." You say, kissing him.

Fermin

Fermin is someone kind of shy. I think describing him is easy because he's not someone who's overly a sharer, but he's also not the shy and low profile guy.

When you explain to him that you were a youtuber and that you have a very successful vlogmas, that involved you doing different things during Christmas as decorations, gift shopping, outfits, different dishes.

He was confused because he didn't really got it. It was after that date that he ran home and searched your name in the YouTube search bar.

Your videos were very popular. It was a yearly series where you shared how you planned to decorate, how you were going to wrap your gifts, the usual.

He fell in love with how much you enjoyed doing these vlogs. At the same time, it was funny when he was away for games to see your vlogs and feel like he never left.

"This is the third time we tried to film this video, guys." You laugh. "The first time, Fermin lay down on the couch and fell asleep while I was getting the gifts."

"I love that couch." He says.

"The second time, we lost all the scissors. Turns out they were under the couch." You say, pointing at the different scissors.

"So, welcome to our vlog. Today, Fermin and I are going to wrap all the gifts we got for our family and friends."

"And before you say <oh, but what if they see it?> we got it covered, don't worry." He explains.

You love how he's now a vlog master, always taking over you when you needed the help.

"Okay, we have a dilema because my proposal was using the red wrapping for family and the green for friends."

"And I think that it's better if we do a white wrapping for family, green for close friends and red for other friends."

You two think for a while, you let him have his way and take his idea for wrapping. "We have two different wrapping paper of each color, so pick one."

"I want this for mom, this for dad and this for my brother." He says, picking one that is not even on the pile.

"That's not even an option." You say, pouting.

"Well, it is now." He smirks. Placing the wrapping out of your reach. "Pick yours." He says.

You do, picking the wrapping and selecting the gifts. You placed a lawyer of newspaper so the boxes weren't see-through, and you could show how you are wrapping the gifts.

You explained to Fermin how to do it since he had never wrapped anything before. It was a small tutorial for him.

Fermin was talking about a story of him and his family during the holidays. He was concentrated but also doing his storytelling job.

You were so happy to see him being so lost into the camera. He loved being with you at your daily vlogs, and he was from now on your new vlog buddy.

After a few tries and some not very cute wrappings, he grabs a small box, trying to be sneaky about it.

"Need help?" You ask him.

"No, no. Go back to your gifts." He says quickly, hiding the box. "No peaking." He says, pushing you to your side of the station.

You laugh at him, watching him being all secretive with what is obvious your gift. You let him do himself and finish his wrapping.

"Look, this one looks good." He says, proud of his very rough wrapped gift.

You clap your hands, happy for him. It was a hard-working wrapping, and you were not going to discourage it.

"Me encanta, Fer." You smile, grabbing his cheeks and kissing him.

🏷: @gadriezmannsgirl 💛

[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 ✨

[neiptune]

santa, boy, you're the worst

cw: 3k wc, female reader, suggestive if you squint, oliver aiku is the most infuriating idiot you know and this holiday season you unfortunately discover he just so happens to also be maddeningly soft and generous at the community centre where he volunteers as santa for children in low-income families

“Here, this is where you can get changed”, Chiyo smiles kindly as she guides you into a small room filled with dusty boxes and christmas decorations, “thank you so much for doing this, we really needed some help this year”.

“Don’t mention it, I was really hoping you’d find a spot for me”, you take off your backpack and place it on an old table, “are you absolutely sure I’m going to be fine? Eiko said I just needed a costume but I’ve never-”

“Absolutely”, she vaguely gestures with one hand, “just follow Santa’s lead. He’s the one who’s good with kids”.

“I’ll just put this on, then”, you jut your bottom lip out, still not entirely convinced. She smiles again.

“I’ll leave you to it. We’ll be in the main hall!”.

They made a new elf costume just for you. Despite Eiko having a dreadful cold being a big bummer, you’re happy a few coincidences aligned to finally allow you to make something meaningful of the time you’d usually spend home, moping underneath a billion blankets.

There are no mirrors in the room, therefore you can only hope the costume looks good enough. You feel a bit ridiculous but, apparently, the hat is mandatory.

You leave your phone in your backpack and take out all the plastic bags filled with food instead: when you called her to inquire about what you could bring, Chiyo explained that they were all set with gifts but could’ve used some additions to the buffet. You brought all the alternatives for the kids whose gluten intolerance makes it hard to enjoy yummy snacks: carrot cake, peanut butter cookies, brownies, pizza, so many quiches. The previous day was spent cooking and baking but you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

The main hall is filled with colorful christmas decorations and a table so long, filled with so much food. Chiyo spots you right away and rushes to help you carry all the bags.

“I got this, you can go help Oliver”, she efficiently starts pulling out the containers and you’re flabbergasted for a second.

“Who?”

“Santa! They already started, go, go!”, she indicates the other end of the hall, where a guy in a Santa costume sits on a chair and all around him there’s a numerous group of children on the floor, fawning over him. A giant bag filled with what you can only guess are gifts, is placed at safe distance from pouty lips and grabby hands.

You make your way to them with a big smile, only slightly tense at the corners because you only know one guy with that name but what are the chances? He’s the most insufferable person you’ve ever met. A constant flirt with anything that moves, way too confident for his own good, so unfairly attractive and quick witted. What would he even be doing here, so close to the holidays? No, it must be another Oliver.

The way Santa spots you and instantly opens his arms, warm and welcoming, tells you otherwise. Fuck. You’re now close enough to recognize eyes no one in their right mind would be able to ever forget.

“If it isn’t my favorite helper!”, his tone is jovial and deep, a perfect representation of a jolly Santa. Suddenly, so many little heads whip around to look at you.

“Hello!”, you excitedly wave, “nice to meet you, everyone!”.

“She’s not the elf from last year”, as you position yourself right behind Oliver’s chair and next to the gifts you’ll later help him distribute, a little boy furrows his brows with a slight pout. Before you can come up with something to say, Santa ho-ho-hos his way into the conversation.

“That’s exactly right, Kenji. She’s my side piece”.

You choke on your own spit. A little girl politely raises her hand and Oliver grants her permission to ask her question.

“What’s a side piece, Oli?”.

Oh, god. This is so much worse than what you could’ve anticipated.

Once more, he doesn’t allow you to reply and the grin underneath his fake beard is nothing short of infuriating.

“It’s an elf who helps when my other helpers are too busy”.

“So she’s your side elf? Is she as nice as the other?”.

He shifts in his seat and you quietly sigh, still smiling awkwardly to the children curiously checking you out, prepared for another jab.

“She’s the best”, Oliver turns to look at you with a small wink, drinking in the surprise written all over your features, “why don’t you introduce yourself, side elf? My kids are great, they’re gonna love you”.

There’s really no time to ponder over the words, how sweet they sounded. He’s only been with them for what, a few hours, and is already so protective of them? If he’s faking it, he really is one hell of an actor.

You attention soon shifts to the little, curious faces staring back at you and the thought of Oliver is pushed to the back of your mind. You’re there to make the afternoon special for those kids and you’ll give it your all, whatever it takes.

He ends up being right, they are great. So intelligent, affectionate and welcoming. You introduce yourself and it only takes a few minutes for them to accept your presence completely. There’s an odd sense of familiarity in the way they climb onto Oliver’s lap one by one, sometimes wrap their arms around his neck. They play with his silver beard as they answer questions about what they asked for christmas and he leans down to whisper secrets to their ear from time to time, to either make them laugh or put them at ease.

Some of the younger children grow restless after a while and you patiently placate small quarrels, pick up kid after kid while they wait for their turn and jokingly twirl until they’re giggling against your shoulder, the fabric of your costume squeezed by little fingers.

“Does Oli really work for Santa?”, Riko asks. She’s been in your arms for a while now and you balance her better against your chest with one arm, your other hand wrapped around Kenji’s.

“He does. We’re both in direct contact with him”, you smile.

“Do you ever go to his workshop?”.

“Sometimes we have to, yeah. Santa always gives us so many cookies and big glasses filled with milk”.

Riko hums, enraptured.

“Will I smell as good as you if I eat so many cookies and drink big glasses of milk?”.

Surprised, you fail to come up with an answer for a moment. Then you melt into a chuckle.

“But you already smell sooo good, Riko! I could eat you!”, she squeals with a laugh when you take a fake bite out of her cheek and Oliver turns to look at you both as he helps another little girl down from his knees.

“Trying to eat my kids, are you?”, he grins.

“Just this one for now”, you jokingly wink and Riko giggles once more. Kenji reclaims your attention by pulling at your hand.

“You have to do the thing”.

Lips still curled into a smile, you tilt your head to the side.

“The thing?”.

He nods, solemn.

“Oh, right”, Oliver snaps his fingers, “the thing. Let my elf go, Riko, we have to perform”.

“We have to do what now?”, as you carefully let the little girl down, Kenji slips his hand from yours.

“Santa baby”, Oliver pats his knees and, horrified, you realize it’s an invitation for you, “it’s their favorite song. We did it last year too”.

You let out a nervous laugh.

“I’m not a great performer-”

“C’mon, side elf! You gotta do it!”, Riko’s palms press to the small of your back and, as she pushes you towards an awaiting lap, you don’t have the heart to ask her to stop calling you that.

Oliver welcomes you onto his knees like you belong there, one arm instantly wrapping around your waist and the other on your thighs. He’s warm, solid underneath you. It’s the closest you’ve ever been to him and you hate that you’re suddenly tempted to pull him even closer.

“No one told me about this”, you murmur between gritted teeth, tense smile causing a low chuckle to vibrate in his chest.   

“You’ll be fine”, the hand resting on your hip gives it a light, playful squeeze, “it’s acapella, by the way. Give it your all”.

You’re still smiling but fail to entirely conceal the glare as you try to position yourself better against him. Whether he does it istinctively or not, Oliver tightens his hold around your waist.

All chatter stops and, between hushed but still excited whispers coming from the group sitting at your feet, you start humming the familiar tune.

“Santa baby, just slip a sable under the tree for me. Been an awful good girl”, you briefly turn to the kids and give them an exaggerated wink that makes them laugh, “Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight!”, you twirl part of Oliver’s fake beard around your pointer finger and when you meet his gaze, it’s surprising how serious it is. Time to get up, for your own sanity.

While he is supposed to keep up the act and match both your goofy tone and exaggerated motions to make the song playful and appropriate for children, he just keeps looking back at you with something unreadable in those dangerous eyes of his.

“Think of all the fun I missed!”, you dramatically drop to your knees and grab his arm, “think of all the fellas that I haven’t kissed!”, he finally seems to be shaken from his weird stupor and gasps loudly, looking back and forth between you and the giggling audience.

“Next year I could be just as good, if you check off my christmas list?”, you pout as Oliver shakes his head no, feigning disappointment. A few kids whine in fake sadness.

“I want a yacht and really that’s not a lot… right?”, you beg for their approval and it makes you chuckle that they erupt in agreeing cheers right away, “been an angel all year!”.

“Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight”, with a deep sigh, you desperately squeeze his hand for a moment before getting up once more and continuing your performance around the audience with a skip in your step, hands behind your back as you sway and twirl around them.

“Please help me ask him, everyone!”, you implore, “so hurry down the chimney tonight”. They do join you in your plea, to which Oliver audibly slaps a hand to his forehead.

“Hurry down the chimney tonight”, you slowly approach his chair once more and the playfulness in his stare seems to vanish once more, fingers twitching on knees you don’t sit on, “hurry, tonight”, with a small smile, you twirl one last time and then bow deeply as the audience immediately starts clapping at the end of your performance.

“Oli, I want a yacht”, Riko pouts and her sister next to her giggles.

“I’ll see what I can do, sweetheart”, he smiles, then looks at you once more, “wanna help me give out this year’s gifts? Maybe we’ll find a yacht somewhere”.

He doesn’t even get to finish the question: in a matter of seconds, you’re both surrounded by exuberant little kids who are way too excited to find out what Santa’s helpers have in store for them this holiday season. The youngest of the group, six year old Tsumugi, raises her little arms and Oliver bends down to pick her up, balancing her on his leg.

You didn’t think the community centre would be able to put together enough funds to get… all those presents. There are so much. Enough for each child to get three or four. Clothes, audio book players, lego sets, tablets, dolls, water marbling kits, headphones, books. An entire, separate bag is filled with signed soccer uniforms. You discreetly glance at Oliver, busy helping Hiro unwrap his third present.

You remember very few details about the blue lock project, from which some of the current top players of the globe suddenly came out years ago. You know he was part of it at some point and of course you remember his past as captain of the former U-20 team. Oliver is still one of the best known soccer players in Japan and clearly he is friends with those guys. But the fact that he went out of his way to make sure he had all those uniforms for these kids, stirs something in your chest.

As you hand out the shirts, little squeals make you smile.

“Riko, this one’s from Nagi”, the little girl practically snatches it from your hand, “wait, don’t push, there’s one for each of you! Who asked for the Kaiser one?”.

“Oli, will you keep your promise next year?”, Tsumugi, still in his lap, rests her head on his shoulder as she hugs a new teddy bear to her chest. He hums, one hand rising to boop her nose.

“You have my word, sweet girl. I told Yoichi you wanted to meet him and he was so sad he couldn’t make it today. He promised he’ll come next time”.

“Look what he sent you”, with a grin, you hand her the shirt Isagi signed for her. The way her eyes light up makes you wish for Eiko to be sick once more, the following year.

It’s the evening when parents slowly start arriving to collect their kids and thank everyone for the organization. You and Chiyo welcome them by the door and offer warm cups of tea. Those who are not in a rush are more than welcome to eat something despite the buffet having been more or less devoured by now.

As soon as you’re alone with Chiyo once more, the last remaining parents shaking hands with Oliver as they say goodbye, you deflate in a chair. Your legs hurt, you didn’t eat anything and you feel so tired but also immensely rewarded.

“It was fun, wasn’t it?”, with a smile, Chiyo pushes a water bottle towards you.

“So fun. You were right, he’s good with kids. Remembered all their names and everything”.

She chuckles.

“Well, I’d hope so. He comes every year”.

You stare back.

“Every year?”.

“Yeah, since forever. And he always gets so many extra presents for them, never accepted a single yen back”.

You sip on your water, unable to come up with something to say. Oliver Aiku, the same unbearably smug idiot who’d pissed you off endlessly each time you had the unfortunate chance of meeting him thanks to your cousin Shuto, seemed so different today. Patient, caring, attentive, fun. So generous.

You watch as parents bow to him and he bows back, ruffles their kid’s hair, laughs when Tsugumi hugs his legs. This is not good, not good at all, judging by the way your heart fumbles in your chest as he meets your gaze from across the room.

The elf costume is shoved into your backpack but the drawings and notes some of the kids made for you are placed on the table right next to it as you put on your coat. You’ll keep them in your hand, against your chest and underneath the warm fabric if you must, in case it’s still snowing outside. You’d hate for anything to happen to such precious cargo.

“You know, Riko has a point”, the gravelly voice so close to your ear makes you jump, “you really do smell good”.

“Try taking a shower”, your intention is to turn around with a scowl but the second you do, your back is pressed to the table as he leans forward and rests his palms on the rough surface. The sharp inhale you take makes him smile.

“Nah, I think it’s really just you”.

You stare back for a moment, then clear your throat, trying your best to not appear intimidated.

“Who knew you were so good with kids. They love you”.

Oliver pulls back, leaving you enough space to put a safe distance between your bodies.

“Well, who knew you were such a great cook. How long did it take to make all that food?”.

Much to your irritation, a smile threatens to appear on your lips. He deflects when complimented? Fuck. Off.

Your mind traces back to how protective he was of them. My kids. It’s sickening, really.

“You didn’t eat anything all day”, the softer tone catches him off guard for just a second, “take some leftovers”.

Oliver hums, something flashing across his features so quickly you may have imagined it. Then, he starts unbuttoning the red velvet jacket he’s still in.

“Don’t be so thoughtful, it’ll make me hard”.

Astonished, you look at him.

“What are you doing?”

He discards the jacket with a grin, hat and fake beard already discarded before entering the changing room.

“You didn’t think I’d leave in this, right?”.

“You could’ve waited until I left the room”.

Oliver rubs his chin in exasperating, fake pensiveness.

“Yeah, I could’ve”, his signature smirk makes you want to punch him in his handsome face, “but there’s this girl I like. Maybe if I impress her, she’ll finally give me a chance”.

You chalk the heat rising to your cheeks up to the thermostat temperature being too high. When you murmur a confused, hasty goodbye and attempt to make your leave, drawings safely tucked underneath one arm, Oliver gently wraps a hand around your wrist.

“It’s snowing. Let me give you a ride”, the way his thumb tentatively grazes the sliver of skin underneath your sleeve makes you shudder. He does it again, intentional, serious eyes boring into yours to make sure he's not crossing a boundary. Your mouth feels dry.

“Wait for me?”, Oliver offers, gentle. There’s no trace of his previous teasing and you’re painfully aware of how long the silence is stretching for, a weird vibration to the moment laced in your aching hesitation.

Another beat passes before you relax under his touch.

“I’ll be outside”.

[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.

[kcalsforhim]

˖⋆࿐໋ friday 20th of december

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i actually slept, so this day was not as bad as previous one… if anything i was just sick and coughing… i called off work for saturday bcs no way in hell was i gonna work like this and it actually is saturday as i write this and thank lord himself i called off………. anyways today we would have a breakfast christmas thing ? very triggering for me… but i would still attend because, i had to !

i got there and there were little napkins and actual candles lit too, which was cute… i felt afraid ? idk i was not comfortable…. then all the food got arranged. before i went there, i went to the store to buy some food, i ended up getting 2 packs of the bite size mini milka brownies… i thought they were cute !! i always loved them as a kid

i knew i didn’t want to eat, but i also didn’t want to make my eating disorder more apparent than i had to ;; i thought id atleast have something … aha ??? i kinda regret it but… its fine

item 1: (only item i don’t regret) : haku’s homemade lemon rozekoek cupcakes thing !

one bite : 43 cals

it was very yummy ! it was a bit weird cause he didn’t make them right so they really stuck to the cupcake shapes BUT the taste was actually very very lovely :( it was like, one of the only things i really wanted to try you know ? and haku made it so i knew it couldn’t be that high in calories, i still counted it simply as “roze koek” in my cal counting app ehe

haku also had them and he also liked them and said he could’ve made them better but in his defence he makes a lot of his sweets lower in calories and all the way from scratch ^^

item 2 : this.. dark chocolate homemade brownie ?

cals : 27

yeah i dunno, someone made this haku said it came out of a “mystery box” the same way his cupcakes did so i reaaally don’t know what this was but it was ok, kinda dry and not that.. flavourful…

haku didn’t like this i think lmfao.. he literally tore off a tiny corner and we split that corner in half that’s why it’s literally crumbs we were laughing cause it was barely anything but we wanted to try it HAHAHA

item 3 : half of my milka brownie

cals : 53

haku really wanted to try my milka brownies since that’s the item i brought ! i grabbed one and we split it in half, of course it was good it was just a store bought item… im happy he liked it though. by the end of the thing actually all of these were gone so im glad my classmates enjoyed them

item 4 : blondie (instead of brownie)

cals : 17

yeah i put it in my mouth then spit it back out cause the way that there was fucking nuts in this and that’s like one of my number one fear foods no way in HELL was i swallowing that…. i did swallow a little bit of it but yeah i spit most of this out.

haku grabbed us both one and split it in half for us not even giving me the chance to grab my own and tbh for a second i was like wow he really loves me he made that look so casual and didn’t even give me a chance to overthink it on my own. very comforting … but yeah it was gross i didn’t like this one i regret eating this the most

item 5 : pistache cheesecake thing that highkey failed so my classmate froze it in the freezer LOL

cals : 48

i had 2 bites of this cause this tasted so good just like ice cream it was like… the best thing at this table but i hated eating it cause that classmate particularly just grosses me out he used to be my friend but i don’t see him that way anymore

and haku put this weird mental image of him actually making the food and getting his gross hands in there and he for sure wouldn’t have washed them ect ect and so i threw the plate away cause of i didn’t i would for sure devour the whole slice it tasted so good and im mad it was so delicious…. sigh

oh and i also had a corner of this sugar cookie thing i forgot a pic but that was like 28 cals ???

all of these were estimates but genuinely you see the size of these bites…

total cals : 216

i walked away feeling pretty proud i didn’t binge but feeling guilty i would have to eat dinner later that day… however a bunch of sweets cannot sustain me sadly i know u junkorexics idk how u guys do it !!!! i felt rlly judged in my class tho, especially by my teacher ? but im proud of myself for doing what i had to do and not just shovelling my mouth absolutely full

i spent most of my day feeling actually extremely sad. i acted happy but i really wasn’t lol. i went to my second class and i finished an assignment and in my last class instead of getting to enjoy illustrating i was working on something else i ended up giving up on anyways so like what’s the point… in one of the breaks my friend brought me an energy drink and that was cute bcs it made me kinda happy he remembered me…..

i ended up having 3 energy drinks this day i think ? anyways afterwards i went home and i said goodbye to haku for the last time in a while ;; we’re in winter break now so i won’t see him for quite a bit… he gave me a nice hug and the train ride home was silent.. walked home today, i felt okay and not too tired

um…. chicken with some sauce… it was a weird color… maybe green… ? some kind of.. slab.. i think meat or chicken or something… um anyways ;; brussel sprouts and a small banana also

cals (?) : 318

my neighbours brought us some food, no clue why, i think it’s the ones where somebody passed away so they brought us food ?? im.. not sure what it is. i still ate it of course but, it for sure wasn’t my favourite or anything

the chicken was good i mean, kind of hard to make it taste bad. that slab tasted pretty good too i just legit couldn’t figure out what it was. there was a pool of like.. green liquid oozing out of it idk if u can see but that threw me offs bit. im really open to new food but i personally dont like green oozing off my meat idk… maybe im picky ? in my defence, my mom didn’t even like it

the brussel sprouts omg… my mom said should i sauté it ? i said sure and she did it in butter and soy sauce and i was like… this is fine… this is fine…. so when she left i shook off each bit of butter and i disposed of the butter in paper towel cause do not play with me pls…

and banana was good… simple and good.. i don’t remember what else i did lmfao im so deadass i just can’t recall. i think i just kinda laid around and um drew some rocks… some sakura flowers… probably like, a couple lines for the board of my drawing… aha… i keep getting frustrated cause my touchscreen only responds half the time buuut its fine cause i updated my OS and its working a bit better… aha… haha… if i have to… buy a new ipad…. im gonna crash out and kill myseld ^^

total cals : 530

total steps : 14.9 k

sad song cause im a sad man and im so sad all the fucking time and today was especially sad and it was on repeat my whole entire god damn day sigh

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[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.

[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.

[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.

[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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[starsurfacemortalkombat]

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.