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Phillip Graves, your handsome, friendly neighborhood asshole, has had his eyes on you from the moment you moved next door.

He helped you move in, of course. Helped you get situated, meet your other neighbors, and if there was anything that needed fixin', he was there to lend a hand. Or two.

Bastard's slicker than a can of oil; he has something up his sleeve, you feel it in your bones, but it's that smile. It's the goddamn smile, the southern drawl when he says howdy and calls you darlin', and most importantly, it's the barbecue.

The fucking barbecue.

He calls it the Gravepit. His underground barbecue pit and the place where he makes magic happen. The first time he invited you over, you swore he put crack in his food, it was so damn good, but Graves laughed it off and said he had the magic touch. All while his eyes bore into yours. Intensely. And he sent you on your way with leftovers to last the next couple days.

The next couple of times he had you over, he needed you to be his taste tester. Don't know what for, his food is always delicious, but you accepted because free food and good company when in reality, it's because Graves wanted to sus you out and plan his next moves accordingly.

And when he got the intel he wanted, realized that you were, in fact, as attracted to him as he was to you—no need to fight it, darlin'—Graves made his move. With the barbecue.

The fucking barbecue.

Long story short, he invited you over to sit and eat with him one Saturday afternoon. It started out with talking, talking turned into flirting, and flirting turned into you bent over the couch while he fucked you savagely from behind. And god, you felt better than everything he dreamed and stroked himself to, darlin'.

And that evening, when you were well and truly fucked, Graves fed you. Good, slow-cooked meat with all the fixins. Didn't send you on your way with leftovers this time. Hell no. Graves was gonna fuck and feed you until the cows came home, darlin'.

Told you he had the magic touch.

[becertainlust]

SOMETHING SWEET | Sanji Vinsmoke

synopsis: You're sanji's little taste tester.

Content: Fluff

The Thousand Sunny rocked gently with the rhythm of the waves, the sound a soothing lullaby that carried through the stillness of the night. Outside, the moon cast its silver glow over the ship, its light filtering through the portholes and spilling faint patterns onto the wooden floors. The occasional creak of the ship and the distant crash of waves were the only sounds accompanying the serene quiet.

Your eyes fluttered open, staring into the ceiling above. Sleep hadn’t lasted long—again. You sighed softly, rolling onto your side. The jacket draped over the back of the chair caught your eye, and with a resigned groan, you swung your legs over the bed.

Pulling the jacket on over your sleepwear, you stepped out into the dimly lit hallway. The ship was hushed, save for the faint sound of someone snoring a few doors down. You rubbed your arms, the night air cool against your skin as you padded toward a familiar glow at the end of the hall.

The kitchen light spilled out, warm and inviting, and the scent of something delicious drifted into the corridor. You smiled to yourself—it had become a tradition by now.

Pushing the door open, you leaned against the doorway and crossed your arms. “Burning the midnight oil again, Sanji?”

Sanji glanced over his shoulder, a grin already tugging at his lips. “And here I thought I might get some peace tonight.” He turned back to his work, the rhythmic sound of his knife slicing through something soft filling the space. “What’s the excuse this time, sweetheart?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” you shot back, stepping into the room.

He chuckled, his voice low and warm. “Fair enough. But at least I’m being productive. You, on the other hand—what, couldn’t resist my cooking?”

You plopped onto the counter with an exaggerated sigh. “Oh, absolutely. The smell dragged me out of bed by force. You should be ashamed, really.”

Sanji straightened, wiping his hands on a towel as he turned to face you. “Ashamed?” he repeated, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Darling, I’d say that’s a job well done.”

“Cocky as ever,” you teased, leaning back on your palms.

“And yet, you keep showing up,” he quipped, tossing the towel onto the counter before reaching for a mixing bowl.

“Someone has to keep you in check.”

He hummed thoughtfully, cracking an egg into the bowl with one hand. “Or maybe you just can’t stay away from me.”

The heat rose to your cheeks, but you rolled your eyes. “Maybe I just like the free snacks.”

Sanji laughed at that, his knife now working with quick, practiced movements. “Oh, is that all? Then how about you do your job, my little taste-tester, and tell me how these turned out?”

He handed you a warm cookie straight from the cooling rack. Your fingers brushed his as you took it, the touch lingering just long enough to make your heart skip a beat. You bit into the cookie, letting out a soft hum of approval as the flavors melted on your tongue.

“Well?” he asked, leaning casually against the counter, his gaze never leaving you.

The cookie was warm in your hand, its golden surface still glistening faintly from the oven. You took a tentative bite, and your taste buds were immediately greeted with a perfect blend of softness and sweetness. The chocolate chips melted at every chew, coating your tongue in rich, velvety decadence. It was perfect��so perfect you had to fight the urge to close your eyes and sigh in delight.

But you wouldn’t let Sanji know that.

“It’s... okay, I guess,” you said nonchalantly, taking another bite to mask the way your lips wanted to curve into a satisfied smile.

Sanji’s mouth parted slightly in mock offense, his hand going to his chest as though you’d just delivered a mortal wound. “Just okay? My dear, do you realize how much love and skill went into that cookie?”

“Oh, I can taste the ego,” you teased, licking a crumb from your lip. “It’s overpowering.”

His eyes narrowed, a playful challenge dancing in them. “You wound me, love. But you’re still eating it, so I guess it can’t be that bad.”

You shrugged, holding the cookie up as if weighing your words. “Hmm, free food is free food. Maybe I’ll keep you around after all.”

Sanji chuckled, shaking his head as he leaned closer, his grin as sharp as ever. “Keep me around? Darling, you’re lucky I haven’t started charging you for my masterpieces.”

“Masterpieces, huh?” You took another slow bite, savoring it despite yourself. “Keep practicing, and you might get there someday.”

Sanji stepped back with a dramatic flourish, his voice rich with mock formality. “Thank you for your insight, your majesty. What would you like so that I can change your mind?” He gave a sweeping bow, his face barely holding back a smirk.

You leaned back against the counter, arms crossed, fighting to keep your own grin under control. “Well, your highness,” you replied with a smile, clearing your throat “perhaps a lemon pound cake that doesn’t make me question your cooking skills would do the trick.”

Sanji stood up straight, his eyes gleaming with challenge. “So it’s a challenge you want?” He winked at you, his tone a mix of flirty confidence and playful resolve. “I’ll show you a masterpiece, just wait.”

You watched him move across the kitchen, his movements swift and graceful as he gathered the ingredients with exaggerated care, like a chef preparing for a grand performance. Every step, every gesture, was deliberate, like he was proving a point. And even though you were playing along, you couldn’t help but notice the way he carried himself—so sure, so confident.

You took another bite of the cookie, savoring it once again, but this time, you let your smile slip through.

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BRUCE WAYNE | BATMAN (generalized fanon | wfa)

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Bruce Wayne w/ a Rastafarian S/O (Bruce Wayne x Batmom!Reader)

Headcanons

SFW, slice of life, BATMOM, batfamily appearances, fluff, established relationship(s) - caribbean!reader

Pic source — Batman: Wayne Family Adventures webtoon

Bruce initially being the only person allowed to see your locs.

Each kid takes it as a rite of passage when they’re allowed to see your hair as well. You do your best to stress to them not to make it seem like an obligation or some huge sign of your love or anything, but they tend to give it more weight than you want them to regardless.

It’s just that when you’re in your home, and around your people, you can trust your locs to be free.

The first time when the house was quiet (no risk of guests) Bruce suddenly found one night that he was allowed to see your locs after you finally convinced him to get out of the Batsuit and come sleep upstairs in a bed instead of on a cot in the cave.

You don’t make a big deal of it, and he doesn’t comment right then, but he is very pleased.

You and Damian bond over ‘vegan’ dishes and desserts.

There’s plenty of times when you’re making a Caribbean dish ‘vegan’ (ie: compatible with your Ital diet to a natural medicinal-esq degree) that he acts as your taste tester or is the accomplice to any failures you make in the kitchen.

Something about ‘Rasta Pasta’ does vex you, though. There’s just something so antithetical about something that explicitly has ‘Rasta’ in the name having meat in it most of the time that boggles your mind even though it isn’t a big deal.

You share your feelings about this with Bruce and he nods sagely while Duke busts a gut behind him with his hands slapped over his mouth. Duke does think you have a point but the way you’re talking about it and just how seriously Bruce is taking your otherwise trivial complaint is killing him.

Jason picks out pretty wraps for you to wrap your head with from wherever he’s traveled. A lot of them you sew into skirts you buy to make them longer but still give them a personal touch.

Everyone eats your food; no one misses the meat (and all the other things you don’t cook with) and Alfred supremely enjoys the day off from the kitchen because if you're asked to make dinner you’re making breakfast, lunch, snacks, and dessert too.

Dick will come all the way from Bludhaven for your fungi and (meatless) veggie stew, please do not play. You make extra just for him to take home every time.

Bruce loves at night when you’re going to bed and you drop your hair. Loves getting to see your locs knock into your back and fall over your shoulders. Your hair is your crown and Bruce treats it with every bit of reverence it deserves.

Whenever he can he likes to twine his fingers through your locs when you kiss.

On slow days when the Bat isn’t needed and Bruce Wayne doesn’t have to make an appearance you spend the day around each other. You alternate from his office to your bedroom while he works and you oil and retwist your hair on the bed or on the couch in his study.

The two of you have your dumbest conversations on days like these which is how Duke and Damian end up walking in on you both debating the logistics of whether capri pants were an acceptable fashion choice.

Both Duke and Damian sided with you saying they were not, but then Tim walked in on the conversation and - even after explaining your reasoning to him - sided with Bruce saying they were a perfect choice for when you couldn’t decide between shorts or pants.

When Steph passes by the open door she shakes her head at Tim, clicking her tongue like you usually do, and asks you if she can borrow one of your blouses even though you can see it already under her arm.

You make it mandatory that you all go out as a family to connect with nature, not just be around it, and to get some actual sun.

Hikes are absolutely your jam, and it’s not like Bruce likes anything better than to show off for you. Rock climbing in nature, taking trips to swim in the Caribbean, cave explorations, plant scavenger hunts, star gazing, and more are all on the table too when free time comes into play.

You and Bruce also go on regularly scheduled walks (that is when he’s not too torn up to walk) where you take the time to catch up and re-familiarize and ground yourselves through growing your connection even more.

You also have the room — and Bruce is more than happy to give you it — to have a giant garden where you grow a lot of your own food, and you maintain it as a family.

You wake up to pray every morning like clockwork, and Bruce doesn’t join in but he does wake up for a short stint of time to watch you before passing back out.

If there was one thing your husband wasn’t, it was a morning person (within reason, most of the time).

If he is up and moving (and home) when you’re going out he likes to wrap your locs up for you. The first time he offered you raised a brow at him, but he eased the fabric from your hands and turned you around to show you what he meant anyway. When he wraps the fabric around your bundled locs exactly like how you do without any instruction you’re shocked, but the smile you give him afterwards is dazzled enough that Bruce winks at you.

When he’s really calm, usually before he’s about to slip into sleep after a long time running around and plotting as Batman, he’ll go soft and as floaty as he ever does. While one of his hands will be wrapped around you, the other often gravitates towards the wooden ankh you wear (if you still have it on). He winds it between his fingers, playing with the beads that adorn the necklace like he’s in a trance as he presses sleepy kisses to your brown skin.

You pray for him most often when he’s like this, your touch on him soft and your hand a gentle balm in his hair in turn; his life was always on the line after all, and so were your children’s. It couldn’t hurt, that was for sure.

You make the Manor a little louder relatively often; keeping the energy in your adopted home alive (when you don’t have a full house, especially) with the music you play. It’s healing. Makes everyone in the house get a little more energy in their step at the reggae and Caribbean hymns in the background.

Plus, watching Dami’s head bounce to the music when he’s not paying attention is too cute.

Whenever you’re blessed enough to hear (what’s typically) Jason, Steph, or Duke singing familiar lyrics under their breaths or humming well worn and loved tunes, too, you can’t help how your heart swells.

Dick will full on just sing along with you if he’s around, in all his off key glory, and you love that just the same.

You’re in your garden a lot and out of all your kids Cassandra enjoys being out there with you the most. You two often gather from and maintain the garden together in silence. You suspect she likes how visibly non-demanding it is; it gives her brain a break.

Alfred has his roses and you have your produce/aromatics and you share irrigation tips.

You share your beliefs with your crew whenever they ask but are perfectly content to let them choose their own paths in life.

Cass listens to your prayers the most, you don’t think she believes in the Most High (or any ‘higher power’ that people praise for that matter) but you love that she appreciates the messages regardless.

The elites and the press act absolutely ridiculous about you and your natural appearance, but you just don’t pay them no mind and go about your business unbothered. That hatred was their prerogative, not yours; you would not bow to their system, to the machinations of Babylon.

You’re single-handedly making Bruce Wayne (Gotham’s ‘Crown Prince’) smell inarguably like incense; just from him being so obsessed with you and always wanting to be around you as much as possible he’ll smell like any variety of sages to cedars (& etc.).

If there’s anyone that’s going to hasten Wayne Enterprises shifting to more eco friendly practices and renewable energy it’s going to be you. It’s not like you had to do much though, Bruce is pretty advancement friendly on his own.

You start a good amount of community gardens throughout Gotham through W.E. — villians mostly leave them alone outside of Ivy occasionally making the plants mutated enough to ‘come to life’.

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!!

I’d like to make it known that most of the information I put here was gained through observation (& some lived experience), but also that while the person I garnered this information from is a Rasta, that they aren’t a particularly ‘traditional’ one, so take that as you will. Also, not every Rasta practices the same way so don’t hold me as a source or anything either.

I’m also a non-Jamaican Caribbean, just fyi.

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it!

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G. WONGSAWAT, O. TOKITA, R. KURE, SP. YOROIZUKA X READER (SEPARATE)

ೃ⁀➷ sypnosis; general relationship hc’s

ೃ⁀➷ warnings; none!

ೃ⁀➷ author’s note; STOP ik this isnt re, im just deprived and decided to write this myself ummmmmmm, established relationships looolollol, random short hcs i have

G. WONGSAWAT

is always checking up on you, making sure you’re taking care of yourself

always asking whether you’ve ate today or not. he just wants to see you happy and healthy ok!! if you say no or suspects you’re lying to him, he’s immediately sitting you down wherever closest and shoving forkfuls of food into your mouth

with that in mind, whenever he’s cooking anything he’s always calling you over to the kitchen to be his little taste tester. spoon in his hand, other hand cupped under your chin as he just feeds you and patiently waits for your feedback

which is literally always positive

refrains from publicising your relationship too much, everyone KNOWS you two are together but know nothing about what goes on behind closed doors

his favourite sight? when he wakes up in the morning and you’re still asleep in his arms. will genuinely just lay there for a minute or two simply staring at you, brushing stray pieces of hair out your face

if you have long hair, he definitely asks whether he can help you with it. whether that’s braiding it, curling it, straightening it, brushing it, whatever!!! he just finds it really intimate and loves helping you in any way he can

definitely buys you some expensive ass hair oils and insists on putting it on your hair himself

and so, he lets you do his hair! although he mostly limits it to brushing it and tying it into his usual ponytail, or a braid if the two of you are at home. can’t have everything you want sadly

on one hand, he’d absolutely love for you to be there in the crowd of his boxing matches and cheer him on. yet on the other hand, he doesn’t want to mix work life into his life with you - as a result, quite conflicted on the topic

rama knew about you as one of the first people for a fact. probably sensed something was up, and decided to pry it out of gaolang. insisted on meeting you the next day

if you do happen to wake up whilst he’s getting ready for work, you’re always helping him. buttoning his shirt for him, tying his tie for him and smoothing out his blazer before sending him off with a kiss. such simple things are enough to make his heart flutter with love

arguements are practically non existent. and if they do happen, he takes a very mature approach to them and sorts it out as soon as possible - he doesn’t want to argue with you!!

O. TOKITA

ALWAYS picks food off the pan whenever you’re cooking something, which always ends up with a scolding from you and a utensil smacking his fingers

since ohma has a massive appetite, he’s always eating. which results in him also always trying to shove food down your throat - saying things like you need to grow big and strong or whatever

he’s SO distracting and annoying whenever he knows you’re trying to do something and focus. all of a sudden he’s all over you, constantly nipping at your skin and wrapping his arms around you, leaving kisses on your collarbone

literally only to get a reaction out of you. once he does he just smirks to himself and leaves you alone

pretends to fight you. you’ll be stood in the kitchen doing something with your back towards him, he’ll come up behind you and start throwing punches and kicks at you (which don’t land, obviously he doesn’t actually want to hurt you)

he’s always touching you in some sort of way. fingers gently wrapped around your wrist to stop you from walking off, arms wrapped around you in bed, knee touching yours when you’re sat besides eachother. he can’t help it

using big words with him is beautiful. he’ll simply stare at you, eyebrows furrowed and lips parted as he has absolutely no fucking clue what you just said to him. or he goes along with it and just guesses whether it’s something positive or negative

arguements are quite… common. most likely something to do with him and his fighting - which results in the two of you in screaming matches and ohma leaving for a couple hours or even the night, most likely to get in a fight to let off some steam. comes back all apologetic, tugging you into his arms, back against his chest, and peppering kisses all over your face + neck. ends up with you patching whatever injuries he’d sustained on his little escapade

ohma has a talent. and that is napping anywhere in your apartment possible - as long as you’re besides him. he can’t explain it - something about being in an environment he deems safe and you huddled up against his side just causes him to knock out. the amount of times he’s fallen asleep whilst you two were watching a movie is simply laughable

he can definitely outsass you at times without even realising. have you seen how damn sassy his stance is with his hand on his hip??

kazuo is DEFINITELY very fond of you and the fact you can put up with ohma, despite how rough around the edges he is

R. KURE

he can be SO petty and annoying

constantly riling you up on purpose just to get a reaction out of you, pissing you off just because he feels like it - he genuinely finds it funny and entertaining

you have to drag this guy to sleep. he simply won’t do it himself - says he’s not tired and needs to train some more or whatever. tug on his arm, keep on whining to him about it, give him a pout or something, he’ll cave eventually

with that in mind, as much as he hates to admit it he is a complete sucker for your touch. would rather die than admit it, though. you are definitely not finding out that you interlocking your arm with his, or holding onto his bicep, when the two of you are walking makes him feel like he’s on cloud nine.

takes GREAT pride in the fact you feel as though he can protect you from anything. and don’t get me wrong, he won’t even hesitate to kill for you

the phrase ‘do you want me to kill them’ is used so often. but it’s gotten to the point you don’t even know if it’s a joke or not because of how serious his expression is and the complete lack of humour in his voice (it’s not, he’s deadly serious)

much to your surprise, he has quite a hard time saying no to you. and trust me he HATES it, finds it so weak and pathetic that a pretty little thing like you can genuinely make it hard for him to make decisions. usually ends up in him doing some stupid bullshit you asked him to do with you and him grumbling under his breath about it

SP. YOROIZUKA

human heater. he runs so warm

as a result, sleeping with him in summer is a genuine nightmare. his grip on you is TIGHT, and you best believe me you aren’t going anywhere at night - he’s a heavy sleeper despite never actually wanting to go to sleep

saw can be such a kid at times. especially when it comes to sleeping - for him, most ideally he’d be waking up at sunrise and going to bed at midnight. and so you basically have to coax him into bed every night otherwise only god knows when he’d finally get some shut eye

he WILL do basically anything for you, no matter how stupid it may be. as long as it puts a smile on your face, he couldn’t care less truthfully.

have you seen those photos of big muscular guys sleeping under like hello kitty blankets or smthing with a really feminine pattern on?? yeah thats him

if he could have it his way, he’d carry you on his shoulders everywhere. a; he enjoys having you close to him. b; it makes him feel good that he’s helping you out. c; he’s touching you. get the gist? he absolutely loves being around you

he actually tries to be quieter around you!! actually speaking in a normal ‘inside’ voice around you so he doesn’t burst your eardrums and cause you unnecessary medical bills - see, he loves you!

the children in his village absolutely adore you two, always running up to the pair of you practically the moment you leave the house and badgering you with endless questions

absolutely loves cooking with you, he likes it in general but with you? he could yell in excitement - but of course he won’t, he has to focus after all!

play fights with him are a definite. fake punches and kicks thrown before he grabs you in his arms and just peppers kisses all over your face

he’s not too good with anything needing common sense or genuine thought, that much is obvious. but he’s surprisingly a very hands-on guy, and really good with fixing things

taps broken? he’s on it. a pipe burst? he’s already there fixing it! definitely talks your ear off whilst fixing it though

has absolutely no problem falling asleep anywhere and everywhere. once it’s nap time, he’s dragging you down with him and you’re going to sleep too - you don’t get a say in it once he has an iron grip around you

[kiame-sama]

Ruggie: is hungry

MC: feeds him

Ruggie: is this a mate?

But yeah, every time Ruggie gets a human meal, he questions more and more why his ancestors/species ate humans when they could eat with them as he does.

Ruggie knows the Human can cook and he will be begging at their door every breakfast and every dinner. Lunch is more difficult because he knows those other overly protective students would not allow him to get close to the Human. He has already told Grammy Bucchi that he has found the best cook in Twisted Wonderland and she is encouraging him to see if the Human would be willing to come to the slums where his Cackle lives and feeding them this heavenly food.

Ruggie is thrilled Grammy is on board and he very much wishes the Human would teach him to cook. Should the Human ever actually start teaching cooking classes, Ruggie will be the first to sign up and will be willing to steal the sign up sheet so no one else can attend. He will allow Leona to sign up, but that's it. You gotta pry that sheet out of his cold lifeless grippers to add your name and that means catching Ruggie first. Ruggie is not easy to catch and his teeth/claws aren't for show.

Ruggie has also learned that his whooping and cackling draws the Human's attention quickly- likely because the Human is now attuned to Ruggie and Grim's vocalizations due to feeling somewhat responsible for them- so he will start cackling just to get the Human to look at him. Every conversation and every meal makes Ruggie angry that his own kind was so ready to eat Humans on sight instead of just letting the Humans cook a delicious meal for everyone.

His tail wags turbo speed the moment Idia and the Human figure out how to make fried foods- hands free because Idia refuses to let the Human play with hot oil of any kind- and the Human makes donuts. The sweet and soft squish of the fried dough paired with icings of various flavors will make this Gnoll weep to the very Gods for daring to take Humans away. He NEEDS to be the taste tester and he finds his tail wagging every time he thinks of the soft Human that feeds him with regularity.

[rainintheevening]

OG Bus Team and Cooking Skills:

Coulson is quite good in a kitchen. He knows a few things, always uses good quality stuff like olive oil or butter or real mayo. But he doesn’t usually have time for anything fancy, so it's often sandwiches or pasta salad. He does do a mean roast chicken. Does a fantastic grilled cheese. He also has a weakness for burgers.

Grant is a grill guy. Turns out perfect burgers. Keeps the chicken juicy. Has a secret sauce recipe (from his southern grandma). Otherwise never fancy. The only thing he can really bake is chocolate chip oatmeal cookies. Makes really good hot chocolate. Also a credible bartender, mixes a mean martini.

May is a good baker. Decent cook, has a lot of good Chinese recipes her mother taught her. But she likes the precision of baking, and the patience of waiting for it to finish in the oven. She likes the repetative motions of kneading bread. She's especially good with cakes, and will covertly try recipes from The Great British Bake Off, until she's got them down. Has the highest spice tolerance on the team.

Jemma? Can't cook. I mean, enough to live on, but not enough to really enjoy. She makes really good sandwiches though! And she's good with inventing sauces and dressings; she enjoyes the chemistry of it. She helped May perfect her carmel-cinnamon drizzle for her apple cake.

Fitz also cannot cook; he's even worse than Jemma. Constantly lets things boil over or burn. Gets taken off the cooking roster after two tries. The best taste-tester though. Can pick up on all kinds of subtle flavours. While at the same time being able to eat cold burnt toast without noticing??

Skye wants to cook, but never got beyond KD on her own. She's shy about trying, but Jemma shows her a few things, and then Grant quickly takes her under his wing. She makes fantastic Mexican food, and her spice tolerance is second only to May's, surprising everyone. Also eventually concocts a veggie cream soup that everyone loves when they're under the weather.

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Abby with A Black girlfriend headcannons

-Girlfriend Abby who has patchwork Tattoos. She loves to play with the ends of your braids while you trace the ones she has on her arms and legs

-Girlfriend Abby who knows how to cook her ass off. You taught her how to make soul food one time and came home to her flipping some chicken and making collards greens

-She definitely helps you take down your hair. You sit in between her legs and let her do all the work.

“Come on baby girl, time you take your hair down”

-She’s definitely takes care of your hair as if it’s your own. She makes sure too extra gentle

-She always goes to the beauty supply store for you. Knows what brand of braiding hair to get, what color, how many packs( always gets an extra pack just in case)

-If you like to dye your hair she will definitely help you. Gloves and all

“Abigail you better know what you’re doing, you make me bald I’m kicking your ass!”

“Girl shut up and bend your head down”

-doesn’t mind Paying for your hair . Will pay with no problemKnotless braids? Done. Butterfly locs? Paid. A wig install? Paid and laid.

-Definitely drags and slanders racist and ignorant and people with no problem. Will drag them in comments and will drags them in person. Does not care.

-She had what kind of Hair care products you use mesmerized. When she goes on a short target run and she sees the hair oil you use. She definitely buys four…or more bottles.

-She’ll purposely leave her own shampoos and hair products at home just so she can use yours because she likes the way they smell

“Abby stop using my shit! It’s only a little bit left!”

“Sorry, I forgot mine at home” she says with a smile

“Liar. Did it on purpose” you mumble rolling your eyes

-Always helps with your hair. ALWAYS! You can’t tell her no because when you do her fingers always end up in your hair anyway

-Abby can braid girl! Abby you know how to braid babygirl!!

-You both have a matching scarf and bonnet. Abby’s wears hers with no problem.

-Girlfriend!Abby who likes to get matching nail art with you. Thinks it’s cute

-Her instagram is filled with pictures of you two together or just you by yourself.

-definitely keeps a Polaroid picture of you in her wallet. Definitely pulls out her wallet and looks at it when she’s having a bad day. The sight of you clams her down

-She’s not really into PDA. The most she’ll do in public is hold your hand, but in private she’s all over you. If she could she’d jump into your skin.

-She’s a neat freak and when you refuse to clean up your room she’s cleaning it for you.

“It’s just a few clothes” you say shrugging as you lay on your bed

“A few clothes are gonna turn into a few dozen knowing you” she mumbles throwing your clothes into a hamper

-Your family loves her. Adores her. She becomes your moms taste tester

“Abby! Come in here and taste this potato salad!” You mom screams from the kitchen and Abby goes running

-This girl will fuck UP some peach cobbler and sweet potato pie. She don’t give a fuckkk!

“Baby, put me some peach cobbler on a plate” she asks in a whisper so your family doesn’t hear and think she’s greedy

“Abby that’s like…your third plate of peach cobbler…”

“I didn’t ask…please go get me some more…please”

[andy-15-07]

love your stories! Will you do a fix with readerxpaul maybe with kids or with his brothers kids?

or

one where they cook dinner together?

Home Sweet Home

PAIRING:Paul Mescal x reader

WORD COUNT: 888 | requests are open (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

Paul Mescal Masterlist

The aroma of garlic and onions sizzling in olive oil filled the air, a comforting scent that always signaled the start of a cozy evening in the Mescal household. Laughter echoed from the living room where Paul, his dark hair tousled and a mischievous glint in his eyes, was engaged in a tickle fight with their two children, six-year-old Finn and four-year-old Saoirse.

"Daddy! Stop!" Finn squealed, his giggles echoing through the house. Saoirse, with her father's infectious laugh and her mother's bright eyes, wriggled free and ran towards the kitchen, her little feet pounding on the wooden floor.

"Mommy! Daddy's being silly!" she exclaimed, her cheeks flushed with excitement.

You smiled, turning from the stove where you were stirring a pot of tomato sauce. "Is he now? Sounds like someone needs a time out."

"No, Mommy! We're playing!" Finn protested, appearing beside his sister, his face a picture of innocent mischief.

"Alright, alright," you chuckled, "But let Daddy help with dinner now, okay?"

Paul, ever the playful father, scooped Saoirse up in his arms and planted a kiss on her cheek. "Daddy's got to help Mommy make the best spaghetti bolognese in the world!"

Finn's eyes widened. "Better than last time?"

"Even better," Paul declared with a wink. He set Saoirse down and ruffled Finn's hair. "You two can be our official taste testers."

The children, thrilled with their important role, scrambled onto their stools at the kitchen island, their eyes fixed on the bubbling pot of sauce. Paul, ever the attentive husband, came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder.

"Smells delicious, love," he murmured, his voice a low rumble against your ear. "What can I do to help?"

You leaned into his embrace, savoring the warmth of his body against yours. "Can you chop the basil?" you asked, gesturing towards the fresh bunch on the counter.

"On it, chef," he said with a playful salute, grabbing a cutting board and knife.

As Paul expertly chopped the basil, you turned to face him, your hands finding their way to his chest. "Thank you for being such an amazing dad," you said softly, gazing into his eyes.

He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "It's the easiest job in the world with these two," he said, nodding towards the children, who were now engrossed in a whispered conversation about the merits of different types of pasta.

"And thank you for being you," you added, standing on tiptoe to press a kiss to his lips.

He deepened the kiss, his hands sliding down to your hips, pulling you closer. "And thank you," he whispered against your lips, "for making this house a home."

The moment was broken by Finn's impatient voice. "Mommy, Daddy, is the sauce ready yet?"

You laughed, pulling away from Paul's embrace. "Almost, sweetheart. Just a few more minutes."

Paul, ever the showman, grabbed a wooden spoon and pretended to conduct an orchestra. "Patience, my young Padawans. The sauce needs time to reach its full potential."

Finn giggled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Daddy, you're so silly!"

As the sauce simmered, Paul entertained the children with stories of his own childhood, his Irish accent thickening with each tale. You listened with a smile, your heart swelling with love for this man and the beautiful family you had created together.

Finally, the sauce was ready. You served it over a bed of steaming spaghetti, topping each bowl with a generous sprinkle of Parmesan cheese. The children, their appetites whetted by the anticipation, dug in with gusto.

"This is the best spaghetti ever!" Finn declared, his mouth full.

"Even better than last time?" Paul asked with a grin.

Finn nodded enthusiastically. "Way better!"

Saoirse, who was usually a picky eater, surprised everyone by cleaning her plate. "More, please!" she chirped.

You and Paul exchanged a proud smile. There was nothing quite like the satisfaction of cooking a meal that your children loved.

As the family ate, the conversation flowed easily, filled with laughter and shared stories. Paul recounted a funny incident from his latest film set, while you shared an anecdote about a particularly challenging day at work. The children, eager to contribute, chimed in with their own tales of playground adventures and imaginary friends.

After dinner, Paul took charge of the dishes, while you helped the children get ready for bed. As you tucked them in, reading their favorite bedtime stories and singing lullabies, you couldn't help but feel a sense of overwhelming gratitude for the life you had built together.

Later, as you and Paul curled up on the sofa, a glass of wine in hand, you reflected on the simple joys of family life. The laughter, the love, the shared meals – these were the moments that truly mattered.

"Thank you for tonight," you whispered, leaning your head against his shoulder.

He kissed your forehead, his arm tightening around you. "Thank you for every night," he murmured. "I love you."

"I love you too," you replied, closing your eyes and savoring the warmth of his embrace.

As you drifted off to sleep, the scent of garlic and basil still lingering in the air, you knew that you were exactly where you were meant to be, surrounded by the people you loved most in the world.

[burganequipment]

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[seokminfilm]

dokyeom with a talented cook s/o

warnings: mentions of overreating & being self-conscious about weight, a single the bear reference

now playing: flamingo, kero kero bonito (2020 lyr would have screamed in joy)

— seokmin is a great cook okay he's stated in the most recent allure korea video that he enjoys cooking and can make a mean sotbap

— but he wants to be spoiled by you sometimes

— ESPECIALLY if you can cook well

— he's really shy in the way he asks you to make something for dinner

— but you know he wants something

— he's always hovering around you when you walk into the kitchen for whatever reason, and after a while you just ask "what do you wanna eat dokyeom?" to which he pretends to act surprised about

— loves ANYTHING you cook or bake but has a personal list of requests he usually asks you for

— seokmin loves when you guess what he wants to eat before he tells you

— 9 times out of 10 it's an italian dish since he's still on his italy kick from nana tour

— will try to help you in the best way he can

— seokmin has matching aprons for you and him so whenever one of you is cooking, the other can supervise or watch with a matching apron

— helps you cut anything you need and is literally SO professional w it

— dicing tomatoes and onions like carmy berzatto from the bear

— eats and eats and EATS until he's satisfied (he's a plate cleaner)

— sometimes feels self-conscious about his weight or body and will not eat as much or as fast as he usually does (which you catch onto quickly)

— he's also very wary of overreating and sometimes will not eat at all (which you're very strict about at times because you want him to be healthy)

— you always assure him that he doesn't need to eat much, but also doesn't need to go without food or be hard on himself for enjoying a good meal

— professional at pairing drinks or wine with any meal

— he always gets cheery after that, and you give him a nice bowl of vanilla ice cream to cheer him up

— seokmin is your eager taste tester

— any sauce, broth, noodle, or egg you cook, seokmin is on standby, ready to try & give you feedback on it

— a great detector of missing flavors

— if your dish needs more salt, pepper, soy sauce, sesame oil, or whatever else you added in, seokmin can tell you what you need without hesitation

— always eats your food, whether it's something he's tried before, something he hasn't had, or testing an experiment you had just created

— calls you every fancy name under the sun when you plate your dishes like a professional with the smeared sauce on the plate & perfect seasoning

— literally brags to his friends about how you were a michelin-star chef in your past life

— buys new cookbooks almost every month so he can convince you to cook something out of them

— will pay for the groceries for the meal and EVERYTHING (he will do anything just as long as he gets to eat it)

— values meal time with you, and will always try to make a way for the two of you to have dinner together and at the same time

— seokmin LOVES you, but he also LOVES your cooking <3

[toulousewayne]

Batfamily Shenanigans:Head-canons Pt: 1

Bruce eat Peanut Butter from the jar and it drives Alfred mad. Has a kid it was the only thing that calmed Bruce down after his parents,but as an adult he still does it.

Bruce cannot cook in the kitchen, but he can grill just about anything and does it with minimal effort.

Dick, Bruce,Alfred,Steph and Duke are right handed. While, Babs, Jason, Damian, and Kate are left handed. Tim is ambidextrous. Damian hates it.

Damian is vegetarian, Dick and Babs will try different restaurants with him and some of Dick’s new favorite takeout is a vegan and vegetarian Asian restaurant in Uptown.

Alfred prefers Earl Grey over any other tea.

Tim got his GED,at first the he didn’t want to tell anyone but Damian found his mail and told him he was proud. But threatened him if he breathed a word to the others.

Duke sometimes get overwhelmed during the day patrol and other bats sometimes will randomly come by to check on him.

Bruce to his credit was still getting hang of being a father with Jason and Dick. Tim was more of a partner at first, but later on he became his son. He really got improve and do better with Damian. He’s still trying but at least that counts.

Jason does have the white tuff, however after speaking with Talia and Damian he learns it’s not a result of the pit. And it’s actually Vitiligo.

Stephanie is actually allergic to eggs, put loves them so much that everyone just carries Benadryl. Cass keeps her EpiPen.

Duke is the best swimmer out of his siblings.

Kate does not like desserts, she doesn’t have a big sweet tooth. Bruce however is a Cookie Monster.

Babs has had LASIK however she still wears her glasses to not strain them while looking at monitors all the time.

Alfred the Cat, loves Tim’s room more because of his window. It gets the best sunrises and sunsets, he enjoys the warmth from it.

Ace prefers to set at Bruce’s feet in the cave. Bruce enjoys his company.

Cass and Dick have dance classes together in the ballroom. Dick is surprisingly good at Ballet.

Jason will eat his siblings leftovers. Tim will get him half his PB&J and Jason will devour it in seconds.

Talia used to make food with her mother has a little girl and did the same with Damian. He tries to teach Bruce some of his favorite food. Poor Bruce isn’t very good at it but the enjoy the bonding.

Cass can identify which of her brothers is the closest by their scents. Dick has a vanilla and cedarwood smell,Jason smells like Grapefruit and Amber, Tim smells like French lavender, Duke has a grapefruit and Patchouli scent, and Damian smells like cinnamon.

Barbara likes when Cass and Damian make her handmade jewelry over being bought stuff. She wears a gold locket Cass gifted her everyday. And has a ring and charm bracelet that Damian gave her for birthday. She never takes these off.

Tim is allergic to shellfish.

Bruce cannot stand strawberry jam, he prefers grape much to Alfred’s horror.

Stephanie will stack plates, silverware and cups like a server. It’s habit she got from her Mom and hates leaving a mess for Alfred or any other server to clean.

Jason has smoked from time to time. But will snap if he sees his little brothers do it. Jason will Mother Hen them to death.

Alfred is the best marksmen with long ranges guns, Jason is the best at versatile shooting and Barbara is the best firearm shot.

Cass,Steph are the same height, both are an inch taller than Tim, Duke is to inches taller then them.

Tim and Damian are the artist of the family. Damian prefers classic art, like oil paintings, pottery, and marble sculptures. Tim prefers modern art, photography, stone sculptures. Diana takes them to her art gallery on the weekends.

Bruce is the slowest to text back, Jason and Damian ignore texts if they’re not emergencies,Tim emails the fastest, the only good testers are Steph, Duke, and Barbara. Dick will ignore your text and FaceTime you to ask you to repeat the question instead and Cass prefers a phone call.

[a-killer-obsession]

Android!Killer notes and lore

Post will probably be updated over time as I think of more things 💙

Official name: Killer 2.0. Bounty posters call him Metal Man Killer. Marines considered him a new pirate, so he had to start his bounty from scratch, and as such is no longer considered a Supernova

Built by Kid to deal with his grief after Killer dies. Android contains his brain, retrieved from his original body after it took too much damage to support life

If you see posts with him interacting with original Killer its cos its just a fun lighthearted alternate timeline where Kid just built him as a replacement just in case. Don't ask me how he gave it Killer's personality, those posts are just for the giggles

Uses his original mask (repaired and restored) as headpiece. Lights have been installed in the holes to fill the gaps and hide the underlying electronics and brain

Helmet contains lenses for vision. Equiped with higher level vision such as nightvision, thermal imagining and xray

Aerial on side of helmet allows for better hearing as well as allowing others to communicate with him directly via den-den

Just as strong and agile as he was in his human body, though it did take a lot of physical rehab to get used to the mechanical body

Metal sections made from high quality metals making him essentially bullet proof

Basically, he's a purpose built super soldier

Water resistant, but not submerge safe. Kid is a skilled engineer, but hes no Vegapunk. Killer 2.0 can not submerge his chest section, or his systems will fail to work, and much like a devil fruit user he would sink like a stone. He can be pulled out and repaired, his brain is well protected, but he can't save himself

Chest, abdomen and buttocks are squishy, imagine the texture/firmness of those silicone chicken fillets you use to make your tits look bigger

Has a cock that's essentially a dildo that can emerge from a slit in the rubber between his legs, and yes it can vibrate

He can feel touch on most of his body, though mostly it just feels like pressure, he's basically a touch lamp, but Kid had Franky help him wire some parts to feel more, such as his hands and dick, allowing for pleasure, though he doesn't really have the ability to 'finish'. He can recieve an artificial boost of hormones to simulate pleasure and satisfaction but thats as close as it gets

Why did Kid give him a dick? Because he's a good friend, that's why totally no other reason

No mouth or asshole though, bit of an oversight on Kid's part tbh

Doesn't actually plug his hair in to sleep, those cables are entirely just scrap for show, hastily spraypainted to replicate Killer's hair. He does get plugged in to charge, but his cable comes out of the panel on of of his hands (both hands have charging cables for convenience so he can use whichever side is easier)

Lights flash when he's on charge because Kid stole the wiring and coding from some random electronic. He regrets it every fucking night.

Spends a lot of time oiling and polishing his hair cables and touching up the paint, it's sort of a force of habit but mostly it makes him feel more normal. Ties his hair up with zipties sometimes.

Serious mental health issues. I mean come on, the dude went through all the Wano bullshit, literally fucking died, and now he's not even human. Please someone get him some therapy. Sometimes uses his old lipstick to draw a big smile on his mask when he's having a mental breakdown.

Still loves to cook, but now he has to have a taste tester with him because he has no capacity to eat or taste

Kid obsessively does maintenance on him every single day because he can't bear to lose him again

Kid also needs therapy. This whole android situation is a cry for help tbh

Kid did his best to replicate Killer's voice, but there's something electronic and uncanny about it

All the Android AU posts

Refs:

[callofdudes]

Yesss!! Cod g/t brain worm! I just really need as much tiny!y/n, ghost, soap, and gaz with guant!price fics as I can handle!

Giant!Price and his little tinys helping him cooking in the kitchen. Like tiny!soap amd ghost pushing the ingredients to price when he needs them, while tiny!y/n mixes the pot and tiny!gaz is the taste tester!! It's so cute🥺🥺

P.s. I am sending something kinda similar to this to other authors as well. BUT I AM CHANGING THE PROMPT!! I just want to see everyone's take on cod g/t. So if you're uncomfortable with multiple authors also writing something not super similar to this, but still a cod g/t fic, I understand and you can just ignore this. Thank you🩷🩷

Shut up this is so adorable. I immediately thought of them as those little tiny chibi like characters. So just know that is what I'm picturing as I write this. Their little beans now. I hope you enjoy it, this was an interesting experiment.

When a family makes a home.

Price was in charge of taking care of his little ones. While you weren't always the most military efficient, Price brought you guys everywhere with him. On leave he had shelves above his bed where he had set up beds and configurations for sleep, all for you guys.

At night dropping you all off at your little platforms and making sure you were snuggled in so you wouldn't fall off. Even if you did, his chest would be there as a landing pad.

Even so, sometimes you guys would come and snuggle with him. Mostly you or Johnny, which frequently leads to you guys trapped under his weighted blanket.

If there is one thing you all like to do together though, it's baking. Price was taught by his mother how to cook and bake, and that was something that always stuck with him. Making bread or cupcakes. He wasn't always the best decorator there ever was, but it worked out.

Especially with his little helpers. Price got up and ready for the day, having a shower and dressing in something fresh. Coming outside to see four little people standing outside the door expectantly. Like cats almost.

He chuckled softly, walking down the hall with you all following after him. Johnny hopped and grabbed Simon's hand as they ran with him.

Gaz tagged along behind with you, having a conversation about something or other. The morning laziness was nice, especially since Price didn't get time off a lot. What with work?

You headed to the kitchen and Johnny jumped excitedly. "We'll help!!"

"We always help, Johnny." Simon pokes his cheek, making the Scot pout a little.

Price bent down, gently picking you all up, Johnny and Gaz getting comfy. Simon huffed and stepped into Price's hand with you behind him.

"So what are we making??" You asked, leaning forward to inspect the clean counter and washed-down stove.

"Omelets, I'm fixing for one today. That alright?"

Gaz gave his biggest thumbs up. As a taste tester of course he got to be the first to approve. 😌

"Perfect." Price got out a pan. "Alright," He headed to the fridge, narrating quietly as he got out eggs, milk, onions, peppers and whatever else they needed. He set them in a pile and placed his hand over the man to make sure it was hot.

He poured some oil in the pan and you all stood around watching. Gaz had a little spot by the spice rack where he usually sat. In his words, his job was to "sit there and look pretty." Which he did very well.

Price felt the pan was hot and reached his hand out. "Eggs."

Simon got up, Johnny and him each taking a side to flip the carton open. "How about this one Simon??"

"Looks heavy as fuck."

"This one it is then!"

Simon sighed, going over and taking off his little gloves, helping Johnny wiggle the egg out and carry it back on wobbly legs to Price.

"Thank you." Price cracked the egg in the pan, watching it sizzle and start to cook. "I'm going to flip it a few times and then you can have it y/n."

You smiled, nodding and rushing over. At the ready Captain Price!

"Ok, one, two, pull!" Johnny pushed the jug of milk forward with all his might, Simon grabbing the handle and tugging, his feet struggling under the marble countertop.

Slowly dragging it over.

"See.. this isn't too hard!"

"Thank you, both of you."

Johnny smiled, hopping on Simon and squeezing him. "aye aye captain!"

Simon pinched Johnny's cheek. "You're horrible."

You watched, smiling and looking into the pan. Price poured a dab of milk in and smoothed the egg around, ordering up another egg which Johnny and Simon quickly fetched.

Once Price popped it in he handed you the flipper. "Have at it kiddo."

"Yes!" You jumped in, standing on the edge, close but not too close, stirring the egg and flipping it with all your might!

Price went to the fridge again and poured three glasses of orange juice. He set down a big one and two small ones. Then getting out pineapple and mango for Simon and Gaz. Two little glasses.

You take a few sips while you watch the pan, grabbing the handle again and squishing it under the omelette, grunting and pushing it up and flipping it. Getting the folded side over too.

"How's it looking y/n?" Price asked.

"It looks good!

"Careful with that knife you two." He said over to Johnny and Simon. Simon looked over at Price. They'd gotten out the peppers and onions, Johnny holding the handle while Simon guided the blade down on the vegetable.

"Don't worry, If Johnny loses a hand I won't worry."

"Hey! You'd worry if I lost a hand." Johnny rested his chin on the handle, pouting out his lip at Simon.

Simon grumbled a little. "Yeah,.. just hold the knife."

Johnny grinned, knowing that was a yes, and went back to work.

Price looked at Gaz who sipped his pineapple mango. "Comfy?"

Gaz looked at him, then the others. "Sure beats having to chop peppers captain."

Price hummed and nodded. "Of course." He finished off his drink and grabbed a plate from the cupboard. Heading over to you. "Alright kiddo, I'll squeeze in here for a moment."

You hopped out of the way and Price took the flipper, putting the omelette on the plate. "Alright, a couple more eggs."

Simon scuttled over while Johnny held the handle of the knife, stepping into the carton and grabbing an egg.

"Careful Simon." You warned. Simon huffed, pulling the egg and wiggling it out. He hopped back down, starting to walk over and - crack.

Simon slipped in the egg white that spilled, the whole egg cracking and flooding down on him. You snickered, covering your mouth quickly.

"Son." Price chuckled, holding out his hand. Simon lifted his mask and spat out egg white. Covered from head to toe.

"Shut up." He grumbles before any of you can say anything. "You've been egged!" You snort.

Johnny came over with an armful of pepper chippings. "I got us- ah!" He slipped, egg white staining all up and down his back.

Gaz burst out laughing, followed by you. Johnny whined, standing up and shaking out his dripping gooey hands.

"Oh come on. Who did that??"

Price held out his hand, Johnny seeing Simon also completely drenched in egg. Well, he was glad he wasn't like Simon... He was swimming in it!

Price lightly shook his head. "Ok y/n, you and Gaz keep an eye on the stove, I'll get these two cleaned up."

"Yes sir." You bent down, grabbed a cloth from the stove handlebar and lifted it. Poking your head up carefully as you walked with the large thing.

"Careful," Gaz warned, also getting up and making sure you didn't slip. You huffed, throwing the towel on the small spill, shuffling your feet while Gaz came over and picked up the eggshells.

Once all is clean you get some pepper pieces and put them in the pan. Gaz and you grabbing another egg out.

Gaz went around again and turned down the heat. He spotted the unattended omelette on the plate. Casually walking over and sitting down. He pulled the corner close and took a big chomp.

"Hey, this is pretty good."

"Are you already eating it??" You snickered. "You won't get to taste test."

"I already did. And besides, he won't notice."

You both waited until Price returned with freshly washed clothes Johnny and Simon. "We survived!" Johnny waved, both hopping down onto the counter.

Price chuckled. "Now where were we?"

"Putting another omelette in."

And so you got to work. Simon and Johnny helping with more ingredients and getting the spice shakers to Price. You helped flip and stir, making up some better egg batter to pour in. And Gaz sat and looked pretty.

When all was said and done Price cut up some pieces for you four and had his plate. "Want to test it Gaz??"

"He already-"

Gaz shushed you softly, batting his eyelashes innocently at Price. "Yes, I do." Price tore a piece and gave it to Gaz, who gobbled it down. Giving a thumbs up. "It's really good-" he said through a mouthful.

You each took your plates and followed Price. Getting help down onto the floor and waddling after him with your omelettes. An adorable sight.

You made it to Price's office and he helped you all onto the desk. Grabbing on his laptop, a blanket and a Nintendo Switch.

He put the blanket on the end of his desk and you all sat around the Nintendo Switch, happily eating and watching videos.

"Hey Price??" You poked your head up. Price looking over.

"This is good."

"Well, you helped make it, so pat yourselves on the back too." He ruffles your hair with his thumb.

Johnny giggled, Simon rolled his eyes, and Gaz just continued to look pretty.

It was a peaceful morning.

Price went back to tapping away on his keyboard while you guys watched different videos. Cheering, laughing and talking as you ate.

Price never felt bugged hearing you guys talk. Just glad he had you guys around with him.

[allhailthe70shousewife]

Remember that Banana Oat Bread recipe I posted? Well I worked on it a bit. Now I double it and make two rather different loaves…

Spiced Fruit and Banana Cocoa Breakfast Breads

This recipe makes two loaves of breakfast bread. Neither of these are very sweet. I created them because I was tired of eating oatmeal porridge every morning. They are high in fiber, low in saturated fat and sugar, and have a bit of protein.

8 mashed bananas

1 egg beaten into ¾ cup lowfat cottage cheese with non fat milk poured in to make up a cup mixture

2 Tbsp vanilla

4 Tbps sugar

4 Tbsp molasses

1&½ Tbsp cold coffee

½ Tbsp cinnamon

½ Tbsp ground ginger

2&1/2 Tbsps cocoa powder

2 tsp baking soda

2 tsp baking powder

1 tsp salt

½ cup flour

1 cup whole old fashioned oats

1&½ cups oat flour (I make this by blitzing whole, old fashioned oats with a hand blender until it is the texture of a rough flour)

4 Tbsp avocado oil

½ cup walnuts, chopped

1 roasted peach or nectarine, chopped

¾ cup mixed frozen berries

Whisk together oat flour, flour, whole oats, salt, baking powder, baking soda, and chopped walnuts. Separate this mixture into equal halves and set aside.

Mix together the mashed bananas, the egg/cottage cheese/ milk mixture, vanilla, sugar and molasses. Separate this mixture into equal halves in a pair of large bowls. In one bowl add cold coffee and cocoa powder (and a dash of cinnamon if you like). Into the other bowl add roasted peach or nectarine, cinnamon and ginger.

Add the dry flour mixtures to each of your wet mixtures and gently fold together. Before you finish mixing the spiced fruit batter add your frozen berries. Add 2 Tbsp of avocado oil to each mixture. Do not over mix. Add the batters to 2 loaf pans or square 9x9 pans that have been lightly greased.

Bake these at 350, giving them a half turn at 15 minutes. Check them at 30 minutes. If you are cooking in a 9x9 pan your bread will be done quicker. You may have to bake these for 45 to 50 minutes. It should be set and a tester should come out with a few crumbs but not wet. Let these cool in the pan and then turn out.

Next time I make these I think I will add roasted cherries to the Banana Cocoa better. Will let you guys know how it works out.