#definitely my favorite brown ice cream

[curiousaur]

wow you're so right. matcha supremacy. pistachio god tier. i went coffee but. i was wrong. forgive me

we all mistakes, what matters is we grow from them 🍵

[realprissygirl]

prtygrlbeauty scent review 🍨

#deliciousdoll series pt. 1 🍥🌸🍬

body nectars:

1. passionfruit princess

“smells like fresh tropical fruits with deep tart hints of passionfruit, lemon, strawberry, and orange.”

omg so yummy and fruity. reminds me of fruit snacks. getting jolly ranchers and starburst from this and i fckn love it.

2. pink sugar

“smells like sweet delectable candy essence with vanilla and musk.”

fluffy, clean and sweet. so so pretty to smell like. loved to mix this one with eos strawberry dream. the definition of sweet without necessarily being gourmand or fruity. yum.

3. brown sugar baby

“smells like whipped vanilla buttercream & caramelized brown sugar, with hints of cream and caramel”

smells like a hot brown sugar latte with heavy cream and cinnamon sugar. i love this so much i’m about to wear tf out of it this fall.

4. cotton candy

“smells like spun caramelized sugar, strawberry, blueberry, and yummy vanilla”

the first thing i thought of was easter basket. super sweet candy smell. this may sound silly but it smells blue. like the color sky blue. almost like a blue raspberry. i love this one so much.

5. angel cake

“smells like soft and sweet angel food cake with a hint of vanilla and sugar, it's like you just took a heavenly bite. perfectly "baked" for you to feel angelic all day!”

cake batter and isn’t overly sweet. just rich and gourmand-y. haven’t used it yet but the smell alone tells me i’ll be using it with a lot of my favorite “bakery” scents.

6. birthday cake

“smells like rich and sweet birthday cake. moist, yellow cake with a rich, sweet butter cream frosting. you'll almost want to eat it! (please don't!)”

super similar to angel cake with a thick air of sweetness of the cake batter. this one is a hit for me and imma use this up so soon i can already tell.

7. cinnamon buns

“smells like ooey-gooey warm cinnamon rolls with vanilla buttercream frosting.”

i used to work in a cafe and when i went to smell this i got a strong memory of “cinnamon dulce”. i love love love this one i’ve used this one quite a bit since i got my second haul. a pure cinnamon and syrup scent.

8. strawberry vanilla macaron

“smells like sweet strawberry and rhubarb blended with creamy vanilla and spun sugar. hints of butter frosting, red berries, caramel, vanilla ice cream, and macarons.”

a strawberry glazed donut. strawberry, icing, and vanilla. so yummy.

9. sugar cookie

“smells like the perfect sugar cookie with buttercream frosting! notes of powdered sugar, butter and fresh cream!”

a less overwhelming take on “birthday cake”. slightly warm. everything the “sugar cookie” perfume oil should have been.

10. strawberry shortie

“smells like strawberry shortcake, fresh sliced strawberries, warm vanilla cake, and fluffy whipped cream.”

reminds me of strawberry shortcake by canvas beauty in the sense that it smells like fake sweet strawberry and i love love love it soooo much. smells like an old strawberry shortcake lip balm from childhood.

11. ur berry cute

“smells like yummy black raspberry vanilla! notes of ripe black raspberries, dark plum, and warm vanilla!”

think of the smell of grape soda. definitely similar to black raspberry vanilla by bbw (one of my all time favorites). this might sound crazy but it smells so good to me. the heaviest candy like smell and it’s even better layered with other fruity scents.

perfume oils:

1. sugar cookie

“smells like the perfect sugar cookie with buttercream frosting! notes of powdered sugar, butter and fresh cream!”

i have to be honest. i didn’t like this at all. i got the creaminess but that was it. it smelled sort of sour. but luckily this is the only thing i’ve tried that i didn’t like from the brand. so on we move.

2. pink sugar

“smells like sweet sugar, vanilla, custard & marshmallow”

the scent smells like the color pink if that makes any sense. very clean and sweet. like sugar and powder blended together. it’s one of my favorites!

3. cozy sugar

“smells like warm vanilla sugar: intoxicating vanilla, white orchid, sparkling sugar, fresh jasmine and creamy sandalwood.”

warm, sweet, and almost synthetic. it almost reminds me of strawberry dream by eos. i can’t wait to layer her with my gourmand perfumes.

4. pumpkin pecan

“smells like belgian waffle, creamy pumpkin, butter pecan, walnut, maple & fall spices.”

sweet with an undertone of spice. so buttery and yummy. i don’t get too much pumpkin but cinnamon is sticking out to me. i literally love it and i’m so glad to have it in my fall collection.

5. whipped berries

“smells like berry, whipped vanilla and peach blossom”

baby powder and mixed berries. pretty clean and not overwhelming at all.

6. flower fields

“smells like fresh flower fields! star notes: freesia, green leaves, tuberose, jasmine sambac, egyptian jasmine, rose de mai, peach, oakmoss & cedar.”

straight florals. no other families of fragrance and honestly i love it. makes it super nice to layer or amplify other florals i have (and help dial back the sweetness of some sweet florals i love). reminds me of chanel chance.

7. whipped spice

“smells like whipped vanilla cream, cinnamon, honey & corriander.”

immediately thought of almond blossom and oat milk by vs. i don’t get too much spice from this. rather a lactonic sweet and creamy smell. i personally love the honey and think it’ll be perfect for fall.

8. fruit snacks

“smells like citrusy, juicy, sweet fruit! star notes: raspberry, citrus, candy & rose.”

my absolute favorite of them all. i wear it nearly daily. such a sweet fruity gourmand. has a candy quality to it. if you like any sweet mists by bbw you’d love this.

9. vanilla bean

“smells like whipped cream, vanilla, caramel, chocolate, musk & benzoin”

a clean but rich vanilla. reminds me of a vanilla deodorant. then there’s a warm kick to the bottom notes. i love it.

10. cake pop

“smells like soft, sweet & fluffy confetti cake”

powdered sugar and sprinkles. cake pop is a fitting name when you think of the icing and sprinkles a cake pop has. i wore this out with sweet like candy and it brought a deeper layer to the ari perfume. but other than for layering, i don’t reach for it too often.

11. strawberry cake

“smells like fresh strawberries & fluffy shortcake and whipped cream.”

imagine if bubble bath by maison margiela and strawberry pound cake were mixed and that’s what this gives to me. candy with a bit of a fresh, clean note.

12. white mocha

“smells like white chocolate, cozy cappuccino, vanilla orchid, and white tonka bean.”

mocha is chocolate but i didn’t get any chocolate from this but what it does smell like is something you’d get a coffee shop around christmas time. just not chocolatey. marshmallow-y. sweet but not overwhelming. VERY long lasting.

13. warm cream

“smells like light & sweet vanilla backed by a rich and heavy amber. an exotic, creamy vanilla scent.”

another one of my favorite oils. sugary with a bit of noticeable amber. lasts super long and is extremely versatile.

14. soft vanilla

“smells like soft, sweet & warm vanilla and musk.”

barely there. a clean vanilla scent. tiny bit of sandalwood. i think it would layer so well year round.

15. vanilla powder

“smells like soft vanilla orchid, warm cashmere, golden amber, and light florals. a clean vanilla scent.”

extremely similar to vanilla bean but stronger and creamier. also reminds of armani my way’s bottom notes.

[sunsetsimon]

i love all your works about big eater simon, do you have any thoughts on big eater könig?

please ignore or delete if you're unintrested! no pressure and i hope you're doing well 🎀

ORLA????? THE WAY I FROZE WHEN I SAW YOU IN MY INBOX??? i love u hope you're well!!!!

☼ now when we think of könig, we all automatically think of big, and it definitely shows with his appetite. he's a pickier eater, preferring his traditional austrian dishes over most foods. he loves meat specifically beef, potatoes, and bread!

convincing him to eat out is always more of a challenge, but he loves this burger joint that's near your house. juicy flavorful meat on buttery bread, with fries on the side? he's in heaven. you always watch his face closely, searching his light blue eyes as if you could communicate telepathically. his brown eyebrows furrowing as he chews, your table is silent as you wait for approval, which seems like it takes him forever. finally he swallows, licking the sauce from his plump bottom lip, a hum as he nods his head.

"it's good, not as good as (insert austrian dish), though."

☼ he has the biggest sweet tooth, always craving donuts or ice cream. he goes to a local bakery to buy pastries and bread twice a week, preferring it over store bought items, it just tastes better! always has at least one sweet snack before getting ready for bed, although 'one snack' to him is half a bag of powdered donuts. but you love it so much, he always offers you some of his food, a knowing smirk on his face, waiting for you to call him out on finishing the new box of twinkies in the same day.

☼ although he's not a pro, könig loves to cook at home with you. it's fun, following your lead as you tell him what he needs to do next with no recipe. his favorite part is eating half of the ingredients before you're able to use them.

he eyes you as you take the chicken out of the pan, setting it aside on your cutting board to give it a second to rest. you're occupied with making the sauce, stirring the heavy whipping cream into the same chicken pan, mixing the seasoning and oil into the cream. only then do you realize that a quarter of one of the breasts is gone, and so is könig. that fucker...

you find him in his office, his back turned to you as you push the door open. he turns around while shoving the last bite into his mouth, the chicken juice dripping down his fingers. caught like a deer in headlights, he freezes, knowing he was busted.

"now you get less chicken since you wanted to be impatient," you huff, turning on your heel and heading back to the stove. of course he's just laughing his ass off at you, thinking you look so cute and tiny when irritated at him.

[saturnville]

in the dirty south.

pairing: cowboy!coriolanus snow x black fem oc. warnings: old slang, sexual innuendo, flirting, sorta forbidden infatuation if you blink. shy!oc. content: while at a town fair with her family, delilah finds herself heavily infatuated with the new face in town. an: the people have spoken. cowboy!coriolanus is here. definitely called on my grandmother's southern roots for this so be prepared. I don't know who started cowboy!coriolanus, but all respect and credit to the individual who did. please let me know what y'all think of this!

tags: @snowlandsontopp @babyzzlove @hlstead @rosewine-5 @unicornqueen05 @thegabbyh @neeville @fastlikealambo @urfavesim to keep your spot on the tag list, you are expected to interact!

Outside visiters were not a common occurance the city. The town was small and everybody knew everybody. One would be a fool to think anything that occured in their lives wouldn't be common knowledge to the inhabitants of the town. She wished she had the same type of delusion.

Once every few months, the mayor of the town found it suitable to host a fair. Something to ease the growing tensions between the families and to usher in a type of fun no one had seen since the rebellions took place.

She wouldn't say she didn't enjoy the fairs, but she knew there were other ways to spend her time aside from handing out freshly baked slices of poundcake and a cup of milk, courtesy of her mother and grandmother.

"Delilah! It's time to go, baby." Her mother's voice was rough like gravel yet soothing like silk. Everyone called her comparison foolish, as they didn't understand. But, until they felt the way her words calmed their soul like a newborn being rocked by its mother, they never would.

Delilah hollered back, "Comin', mama!" She stood in front of the mirror--dingy and stained from being passed down from her great-great-grandmother, and so short that she had to stand on her toes to see her full outfit. Her hands swiped over the fabric of her dress. It was new; her grandmother spent 3 weeks making it. A corset dress as bright as the dust that left her shoulders exposed to the kisses of the sun. She smiled at her reflection and pushed her hair away from her face. She shoved her feet into her boots and ran down the stairs.

Delilah questioned if they arrived late or if everyone else arrived early in anticipation. She bobbed and weaved through the sea of black and brown with a smile on her face. Small "pardon mes" and "excuse mes" poured from her lips like water as she attempted not to knock anyone over with her basket.

She followed her mother like a lost puppy to their assigned tent. Right next to Uncle Turner's barbeque restauraunt and the bathroom. Perfect, she said to herself. Lucille dropped the basket against the wood table and began plucking out the tablecloth and napkins.

"Lilah, I'm gon' grab some pitchers of water inside Turner's. I'll be back shortly." Mama's lips turned upward with a soft smile. Delilah nodded and continued her setting up the table.

Beads of sweat gathered at her forehead and her brown skin stung under the gaze of a burning sun. God, she hoped they wouldn't be outside for 10 hours like they were the last time. She couldn't sworn she melted like an ice cream cone within an hour.

Delilah hummed a church hymn to herself and tossed the basket behind her. She plopped down on the ragged bench and crossed her legs just as her mother taught her years ago, folded her hands over her lap, and watched as people walked passed.

People watching was one of her favorite pasttimes. To her left was a young girl riding on her wooden rocking horse, squealing with glee. To her right was a group of young boys tackling each other to the ground as their mother hollered for them to quit roughhousing. Delilah giggled.

She raised her eyes and jerked backward when she saw a group of men walking past. Four of them to be exact. Three were familiar faces: Elijah, Malachi, and Ezra. The boys whom she grew up with. They used to sleep in the same bed together when their mothers worked at the restaurant late at night. But, there was another one she'd never seen before.

He was unfamiliar. There were a few white boys sprinkled here and there, but in her town, it wasn't a frequent occurance. He seemed comfortable, too, with a boyish smirk on his face as he made the boys' head fly back with glee.

She could tell his hands were strong by the way they latched around the harness that allowed him to control the beautiful horse he rode upon. She looked around and saw other women eyeing the stranger. Who was he?

The man slid off the horse and tied the harness against a stake, and followed the men as they approached her mother's tent. His eyes were curious as they examined his surroundings. Delilah brushed the loose curls away from her face and smiled. "Hi, boys."

A series of disgruntled greetings came from them as they padded around the bench to engulf Delilah in a hug. The stranger stayed in front of her, eyes narrow.

"Where's Mama?" Elijah asked. His green eyes searched for the middle-aged woman.

"She's in Turner's getting some water. Might as well help her while you're lookin' for her," Delilah suggested with a shrug. She could feel icy eyes on her. "She'll mess around and drop them tryin' to do the most. Go catch up to her."

"Delilah," said Malachi. "This is Coriolanus. We, uh, we go back. Old friends. We're gon' help, Mama, but Lilah, don't scare him off." Delilah met his eyes. "I won't."

The boys shuffled off to the restaurant to find her mother, which left Delilah in the presence of Coriolanus. It was unique. She'd never heard anything like it. It sounded prestigious, elite.

He was handsome. Messy curls underneath his hat. Strong stature covered by a thick long-sleeve shirt and vest. Her gaze dropped to his belt. Brown with a holster that held, what she assumed was, a fully loaded pistol. And his boots, worn, dirty, and scuffed, just like hers. A country boy.

"Delilah. Nice to meet you, Mr. Coriolanus." Delilah extended her hand slowly. Coriolanus turned his head to the side. Her hands were slender and her nailbeds were painted a blood red. His tongue danced over his tooth.

"No need for that, darling. Nice to meet you," he replied, gently shaking her hand. His hand was much bigger in hers. Calloused like he wrestled animals in the wilderness. Strong like they'd hold her body upright with ease. His eye contact was strong and he could feel it melting her chocolate orbs away.

When he spoke, she noticed that his accent was nowhere as thick as her own, but a southern twang was laced in his words. Almost like he'd been taught. "Where are you from?" To keep herself from getting weak in the knees, she decided to start setting out the serving ware for the cake. Coriolanus' eyes followed her every action.

"Up north," he replied shortly. "Got in a bit of a mess. Decided to come down south for a while."

Delilah hummed and pulled the lid off the poundcake. Its glaze glistened underneath the sun. Just like her. Coriolanus chuckled to himself. "Do you like it?" She looked up at him through her eyelids.

She was so beautiful. He'd seen his fair share of pretty women since being placed in a new District. But she, Lord, this Delilah was something different. She was short in stature with strong shoulders and hips that were not well hidden beneath her dress. She had a cute smile that was covered by full, cherry colored lips. And her hair, so coily and full in a bun upon her head.

Coriolanus ran his tongue over his bottom lip and nodded. "I like it a lot."

Delilah detected the tone of his voice and fought the urge to smile. "I'm glad that's the case."

It was difficult for Delilah to keep her eyes off Coriolanus. Where he moved, her eyes followed. When he spoke to another woman and charmed her with his smile and bright eyes, she felt a twing of jealousy hit. Then, she'd call herself foolish for even being the slightest bit possessive over a man she'd only known for five hours.

She did her best to keep herself preoccupied with the poundcake in front of her. It worked for the most part, until the bench wobbled by the weight of another. Delilah turned to her left and found Coriolanus leaned against the side. "Can I join you, pretty?"

Pretty. Delilah's body warmed as she nodded. Coriolanus swung his leg over the side of the bench and took a seat. His clothed thigh brushed against her exposed once, causing her leg to jump slightly. He noticed, but chose not to say anything.

"You enjoying the fair?" Coriolanus asked.

"Yeah. It's always a fun time. Plus the food is great, too." She raised her fork that held a piece of cake on it. "Have you tried the poundcake? My mama makes the best ever."

Coriolanus shook his head. Delilah gathered a piece on the fork and held it out with the intention for him to pluck it off, but she was shocked when his full lips wrapped around the edge of the fork. His eyes were trained on hers. A gasp fell from her lips.

He hummed softly. "Delicious." He prepared to spur her on further, finding amusement in her disheveled state, but was called back by Elijah. "I'm comin'!. Save some for me later, darlin'. I'll see you later, alright?"

Delilah nodded and bit her lip. "Alright."

He threw her a wink and walked away. He was far from done with her.

[is-the-snake-video-cute]

I've had a really rough end of July so if possible could you share some happy things about snakes?

Sorry you're having a rough time. I'm a similar spot but hey, we got this! And one thing you can always count on, no matter how tough things get? Awesome snake facts. 😎

Some of my favorite feel-good snake facts:

Did you know snakes can have friends? Garter snakes are very social by snake standards, and they have complex social relationships! They form friendships and consistently choose to hang out with their buddies!

Boomslangs are gorgeous, highly venomous colubrids. They're beautiful, charismatic snakes!

And when they're babies, they look like bobbleheads. Definitely some of the cutest babies in the snake world!

Did you know that snakes save millions of lives every year? Snake venom collected at venom labs is used in the production of life-saving medications, especially cardiac and anti-convulsive drugs!

Saw-scaled vipers. Highly venomous, very grumpy...and absolutely adorable!

Broad-headed snakes are currently some of the most endangered snakes in Australia, suffering from the effects of habitat loss. However, we're hearing lots of good news about them lately - zoo breeding programs are helping to increase genetic diversity in the captive population with hopes to release snakes into the wild, and plans to restore their lost habitats in the Sydney Basin are underway.

This isn't necessarily a fact but I really love this picture of an egg-eating snake who is so happy to have found a yummy egg.

Snakes can have heterochromia! It's most often seen in leucistic snakes, and they have one blue eye and one black eye. Almost every single one I've heard of (and the only one I've ever seen in person) have been leucistic Colombian rainbow boas.

Black-tailed rattlesnakes are so beautiful, they always make me happy! They come in an incredible range of colors, from dark browns to dusky greys.

Speaking of beautiful rattlers, speckled rattlesnakes can look like cookie dough ice cream!

Hope things look up for you soon! Take care.

[koolades-world]

What dessert I give you based on your favorite Obey me! character

Lucifer: any type of pâte choux, specifically cream puffs with strawberry jam and whipped cream, it’s fancy and takes a while so it’s definitely giving lucifer

Mammon: tiramisu. Not only does it have a funnily named lady fingers in it, it’s also just really good and perfect for sharing with someone you love cough mammon cough

Levi: churros. While I don’t recommend it, it can be good for eating while playing games. I almost picked s’mores but those are so messy. You can also have a variety of dipping sauces or none if you prefer!

Satan: macarons, they’re harder to make than pate choux which is exactly what Satan would love. They’re also perfect for tea parties

Asmo: rice pudding with cinnamon on top. The cinnamon can be a cute shape if you want it to be. A dessert of my childhood, so simply and yummy and I think asmo would like that about it. It can be healthy but I usually opt for the regular and more delicious version

Beel: walnut brownies, they just hit so different especially late at night. Beel would understand and even though I am slightly allergic to walnuts that will not stop me from eating them

Belphie: flan, another dessert of my childhood. The way it wiggles is so fun. I hate jello because of the texture but love flan because of the texture idk. flan go wiggle wiggle haha

Diavolo: Moon Pies, specifically Banana flavor, I just got a chocolate one and thought he would find it amusing

Barbatos: Frozen Key Lime Pie dipped in chocolate on a stick, it’s a local thing don’t knock it until you try it

Simeon: strawberry shortcake, it’s just so him I can’t explain it any better. They can be so pretty too! Or they can be something simple and homemade, both are good

Luke: macaroons, I’ll take this to my grave but macaroons are better than macarons. My poor baby macaroons always being mixed up with macarons, luke is probably bitter about it too

Solomon: Red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting, idk it’s giving you defend it until the end of time because everyone else says it’s the same as chocolate cake when it’s not

Mephisto: coffee or espresso ice cream, it’s my favorite kind. I feel like he would also enjoy the nice balance of sweet and bitterness, and I like Mephisto lovers

Thirteen: lava cakes! These hold a special place in my heart, they were the first thing I ever baked only the best for thirteen and her fans mwa

Raphael: Brown butter pumpkin maple cookies, my speciality :) you guys seem so nice and warm have my favorite fall dessert, there aren’t many of you but I love you

[crescentfool]

What are your ryomina headcanons? I've loved these two since I played P3 FES, and I'm so excited to get back into the fandom^^

hi!! thank you so much for the ask, welcome back to the p3 fandom, it's always a delight to see new and old ryomina fans alike! 🥺💛💙

as for headcanons, here's a "few" i that i tend to come back to a lot! my interpretations of them are influenced from both the source material and other's fanworks, so i've linked to them as i saw fit! hcs in no particular order under the cut because oops this got long (900 word bullet point list, mentions of reload content up to 1/1)

minato's hair is dyed blue (hair originally brown, you can see it in his roots!) and he has a beauty mark on under his left eye. i like mirror imagery and there's definitely a few arts i've rb'd that portray them this way :) (e.g. this one by feliichu and this one by marasschino)

as far as i'm concerned the bathhouse scene from the manga where ryoji's hair down = similar shape to minato? that is canon to me. this art from xierru is a fun depiction of hair down ryoji :D

ryoji is homeless. everyone say thank you foxmulder_whereartthou for this awesome fic it's why i have the headcanon! but like seriously. we have no idea where ryoji lives and i could believe this.

minato dying at the end of the game is sad to an outsider's POV BUT!!! ryomina gets to be together in death for the rest of their lives (this illustration from mafuwara is a gorgeous representation of them as nyx avatar + the seal)!

speaking of the seal, they are like telepathically communicating to me in the great seal together. (mymp3 had a comic wip with this. give it a looksie :D)

ryoji likes cuddling with minato because he's warm :) (something something orpheus has fire affinity, minato is warm by extension and ryoji is cold because he's death)

ryoji's camera roll is filled with pictures of minato! ryoji... loves life, to me. and i feel that photography and journaling are perfect ways of expressing gratitude and capturing the moments in life that are most important to you :3

my other favorite activity for these two is stargazing- i feel like it's something they could appreciate either in life or death (looking at the stars from the great seal...)! they do a bit of this in the fic eurydice's vow by crescentmoontea (P5R spoilers, takes place in third sem it's a very fun fic concept).

between ryoji and minato i feel like ryoji was the one who fell in love first- and it doesn't really click in place for minato that he loves ryoji until december hits (appriser reveal + ryoji transforming into thanatos). its about the realization that ryoji was with him for his whole life and that he gets him like no one else does.

ryoji is like a sad and wet puppy who is so scared minato won't like him back. he is so scared of being rejected by minato to me like. this boy straight up deflates after he does his "i know i said i wanted us to be friends, but... i actually want to be something more." / "what about you?" on 12/1 ???

AND SPEAKING of wet puppy ryoji. ryoji is like. every animal in the world to me. he's a bird. he's a cat. etc. and also ryoji knows every language in the world ever and uses it to express his love for minato. see this fic from superheroics to see what i mean.

both of them are lactose intolerant. "this isn't lactose, it's milk!" i definitely think ryoji would make himself sick eating ice cream and milk he doesn't know what lactose is. (i made a silly poll about this once and the tags were very entertaining.)

i see minato as transmasc or nonbinary depending on the day (schrodinger's headcanons babey they're simultaneously true and not true at the same time!!). either way he's not cis to me and ryoji is like. His Gender. anyway go read this fic by nail_gun for t4t ryomina :D !

ryomina are WEIRD GUYS TO ME!!! they are so strange and they understand each other better than anyone else because of the circumstances of their relationship!!! if you asked them to do the "i wonder what i taste like" meme i think they'd start biting each other (affectionate) tbh but that's just me.

after ryoji gives minato the music box in 12/31 on reload, minato listens to the music box every night in january. this boy has insomnia and also chronic illness to me (things that housing death does to you). but i think he finds comfort in the melody and memories he made with ryoji.

in general, i think it's fun to imagine minato taking ryoji to places and show him things he's interested in! i feel that ryoji takes a lot of interest in minato's life, this isn't really a hc because in reload, minato DOES give ryoji a tour of the school (11/9) and possibly port island (11/12). but ITS CUTE OK! (tangentially related fanwork: this series of doodles from vinnigami: 1, 2, and 3)

not a hc but minato's kindness is like the backbone of their relationship and i think we would not have the ryomina we know and love today if minato wasn't such a kind soul. oh minato.... we can learn so much from you... like ryoji did!

anyway! that's all the hcs that i could think of, thank you for the ask! i had a lot of fun answering this, these two mean a lot to me 💛💙

i hope you don't mind the links to the fanart and fanfic as well, the fanwork people have made for ryomina have really made an imprint on me! if you want to see more of them, i definitely recommend looking through my tag for them because oh. i got a lot of them reblogged alright 😂 (<- SOOO NORMAL)

[sammyboyimagines]

Summer W/...Headcanons

These are some summer-themed headcanons for Eddie Munson! It will include both fluff and some smut, so MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY.

This is mostly for fem readers but I can make one for gender-neutral readers as well.

Eddie is not one for warm weather. As a man who wears many layers, he finds it unbearably hot once the temperature rises above 70 degrees.

It is a rare sight to see Eddie with a ponytail. He mainly wears it down but he knows you find it adorable when he uses one of your hairbands to tie his hair up. He especially wears his hair up on hot days, refusing to have his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead in the summer heat.

Speaking of summer heat, Eddie lives for pool days. If you have a pool at your place, you better believe he'd be knocking on your door every day to jump in the refreshing water.

But that's not the only reason he likes pool days. Seeing you in your bikini and having the privilege of rubbing your body down with sunscreen, he was in heaven.

"Eddie, can you get my back, please?" You handed him the bottle of sunscreen, blind to the obvious lovesick look in his warm brown eyes. "With pleasure, m'lady." He retorted with his typical nerdy responses. It never bothered you though, because it was one of his cute quirks.

Eddie is shockingly pale during the summer. Every time he steps outside for more than an hour at the most, he comes back inside with skin as red as a lobster.

Which prompts you to rub aloe on his sunburn and listen to his whining when the sensitive skin burned throughout the day.

"Eddie, quit whining, please! I'm trying to get some sleep." You turn onto your side in your bed to glance at him as he lay face down to avoid laying on his sunburnt back. "But it hurts so bad!" His muffled voice could barely be heard through the pillow, making you laugh. "Sorry baby, I tried telling you you needed sunscreen!"

Speaking of, Eddie constantly pushes you away when you offer him sunscreen. "I need a tan anyways." "You always do this, you're gonna get a horrible sunburn!" "And you always give me special treatment, all the more reason to get burnt!" He smiled at you as you slapped his shoulder.

If you're a fan of ice cream, Eddie loves to go get ice cream with you. He'll take you to the nearest ice cream joint on particularly hot days as if it were tradition. "Maybe we could skip ice cream today?" You propose, eager to get home and spend some alone time with him. A pout appeared on his face. "But...we always get ice cream? What do you mean?" He was absolutely devastated. "How about instead of ice cream, we go to my place and turn on a movie. My parents aren't home, and I can think of a good way to beat the heat..." As you hinted at your intentions, you slowly slid one strap of your tank top down your shoulder. Eddie's eyes widened in realization. "Yeah-uh we should definitely skip the ice cream, what was I even thinking?" He made it home after speeding through the town.

Eddie had never been to the beach before he met you. It just wasn't something that he or his uncle could afford. The road trip was long, but Eddie was prepared. He brought a mixtape of his own, with all his favorites on it. "Seriously Eddie? Is this all Metallica, Dio, and Iron Maiden?" You had only heard the vocals of the three bands so far. "Yup, only the best for a ride with you, sweetheart." Though his words pulled at your heartstrings, you were still confused about the little variety on the mixtape.

Speaking of the beach, Eddie quickly found out that he was not very fond of sand. "Jesus Christ there's sand fucking everywhere." Eddie brushed off the excess sand from his time at the beach, annoyed by the grainy texture touching his skin.

Eddie hates summer, but he tolerates it because he gets to spend more time with you.

For example, when Wayne is out for the day, Eddie will turn the heat up in the trailer if he knows you'd be coming by. "Jesus Eddie, is your air conditioning broken?" You fanned yourself mere minutes after stepping into the trailer. He just shrugged at you, keeping himself from smiling at your discomfort. You slipped off your tank top, leaving you in your bra and shorts. This was exactly what Eddie had been waiting for. "I don't notice the heat." He was lying straight through his teeth, and you caught on quick. "You just want to see my tits, Munson." "Damn right, sweetheart."

Eddie often uses the heat as an excuse to get away with things. "Sweetheart, please? It's hot outside and you know how I feel about the heat making my hair frizzy" Eddie was begging for you to wash his hair yourself. He used the guise that it was all frizzed out and sweaty from the humid day but really he wanted your soft hands touching him, gently scratching his scalp until he was practically asleep in your presence.

If you have a summer birthday, Eddie takes extra time to make your day memorable since he has more time after school ends. Eddie plans a whole itinerary for your special day. Ice cream, pool party, cold drinks, and sweet music; Eddie went the whole nine yards for you.

Something you both do that annoyed the hell out of Wayne is open the door repeatedly, going in and out at all times during the day. One of you would go in for a drink, then 10 minutes later the other would come in to cool off, etc. Finally, he'd had enough and told of the both of you. "Uh uh, no more of this shit! You're either staying in or staying out, stop letting the cool air out!" He firmly told you. As he walked away, the both of you erupted in a fit of quiet laughs at the situation.

On a dirtier note, the summer air brings out a different side of Eddie. He's doting on you more, and he's extremely needy for you. His hands are on you, your waist, your hands, your thigh, etc. He loves feeling your warm skin under his hand or pulling your clothing off when neither of you can keep your hands to yourself.

Also, pool sex is a must for Eddie. The pool in your backyard became one of Eddie's favorite spots to hang out during the summer. Watching you in your bathing suit all day? Priceless.

That's all I got for now, thank you!

[rowniebow]

we were here | steve harrington x male!reader

summary: you and steve are good friends and someone feels it's about time to take it to the next level.

pairings: steve harrington x male!reader

cw: bickering, fluff

word count: 2.6k+

an: steve harrington is bisexual and it's definitely cannon! (/s, i wish) if you read/watched all the bright places...you get it

masterlist

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"dude, we're slinging it right now!" robin called out.

"we're totally slinging it." you echoed.

"we're slinging so hard."

"we're so slingin' good at slinging."

"will you two please shut up?" steve interjected.

silence came between you and robin for only a moment as you shared a glance with two sets of pursed lips.

"but we're slinging so hard right now, steve!"

"we couldn't be slinging any harder!"

steve groaned from the back room. "you guys make taking my break like hell!"

"that's the goal, dingus."

steve stomped up to the door to look out at us from the back room. "no one is even here! you're not slinging shit!"

your scooper seemed to gather ice cream in itself on it's own. you placed your scoop into a cone and took a bite that stuck needles into your teeth and all the way up your skull.

"i slung that."

"oh, you slung it so well!" robin cheered for you while steve groaned again.

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"you're really slacking with the ladies, man." you taunted with a smile as you watched claire robbins walk away with a grimace on her face.

"yeah, well i don't see you pulling any." steve groaned.

"oh, i could if i wanted!" your eyes danced as you found an opportunity to play your favorite game: teasing steve harrington.

"prove it."

"i will!"

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"i love that necklace, angela! where'd you get it?" you spoke over the counter to the blonde you had no real interest in.

"it's sick how he can just ... look at her like that." steve's narrowed eyes watched your laughing back. how you could conjure a sparkle in your eye like that was baffling.

"what, are you jealous, harrington?" roving smiled at the glaring man next to her.

"jealous of what?" the venom in his voice told robin all that she needed to know.

"jealous that he can charm any girl in a mile radius and you can't even get one? or that he's not looking at you like that?"

"shut up." steve pouted his way into the back room of the ice cream shop.

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robin kept a count on her whiteboard.

steve: 0

you: 9

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"what's up, lover boy?" you cheesed at steve as you climbed in his car through the window. when you would use the door like a sane person - he'd never know.

"w-watch the seats!" he groaned watching your dirty shoes leave marks on the leather. "i just cleaned this car."

"sorry!" you mindlessly apologized as you pulled a map out of your bag and unfolded it. several bright sticky notes that you had plastered on to it fell on to the floor of the car.

"where are we going?"

"you'll see when we get there!"

"it better not be like the gas station from last time. shit was creepier than the monster dogs."

"it'll be fun for me, at least."

"yeah, you said that about the gas station..." steve mumbled to himself seeing you were too entranced by your map of excitement.

he noticed that your collection of road trips around indiana (that you were keeping for you two to travel to had grown from not just a green (the scary gas station), yellow (a river in south indiana that you wanted to show him), and blue (wherever you two were to be headed today) route. now, various shades of reds, purples, pinks and browns littered the page.

"what are those new ones?" he asked, his eyes trailing from the road to you.

"you'll see when we go! don't get ahead of yourself." you folded the map onto your lap and pulled out one of the many cassette tapes from you bag and popped it into the car radio.

'oh! darling' began humming from the speakers. steve rolled his eyes. you had abbey road on repeat for far too long. he didn't need to know every single word in the album.

though, he didn't hesitate to start screaming along with you and your air guitar by the time the third section of the song came along, of course.

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steve's car couldn't seem to fight off the summer heat. sweat dripped down both of your foreheads. the windows rolled down allowed the blue sky and fluffy clouds to leak in and fill your noses with hot humidity. your shirt clung to you and constricted your breathing.

"there it is!" you shouted, nearly falling out of the window after steve slammed on his breaks.

a green sign with white print read 'hoosier hill - indiana's highest point - elev. 1257'.'

"pull over, pull over!"

"oh, you gotta be shitting me," steve grumbled under his breath. you heard it very loud, of course. you always heard him loudly. you were also always very aware that his complaining meant next to nothing when it came to you, though.

you climbed out of the car before steve could turn the car off, "c'mon, steve!" you practically whined for him.

"is this really it?" he questioned as if he were going to leave you there if you said yes.

"no, there's stuff up there!" you pointed up a hill amidst the trees and green bushes to a faded trail that looked as if it were going to blow away in the summer breeze.

steve huffed, preparing himself for the short walk that would feel like miles in the heat. you didn't take a second to wait for him, though. you ran up the hill even with the heat filling your lungs and making them as small as could be.

steve watched your frame stop. "this is it!" you called to him.

he shrugged after arriving next to you and catching his breath. "it's a little underwhelming but at least it's not that gas station."

you both stared at a wooden sign that restated what the green sign said. steve plopped down onto a bench that sat on the same small plot as the wooden sign.

you looked at it for a moment more.

then ran down the hill and back to steve's car. he stuttered out a call for you, but found his attempts fruitless.

you returned a moment later, out of breath and more sweaty, but with your bag. you fished out a push pin with white fabric on it and a black marker.

you tossed the bag to steve, scribbling your name down on the fabric.

"the hell are you doin'?"

you scooted the pen over to him with the fabric, "write your name."

"what? no, what is this for-?"

"steve," you watched him with a look he knew all too well: 'just do it for me'.

he rolled his eyes and participated, "i swear to god, if this is going to put my name into a cult or something i'm never forgiving you."

you snatched the fabric and pen back and finished what you wanted to write, then went to pin the fabric to the wooden stick.

steve and y/n were here.

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"you have to bring extra shoes," you scolded in through the window of his car. your backpack begged you to set it back down in his car but you needed to go home for the night.

"what the hell do i need extra shoes for?"

"you should bring some you don't care about,"

"i'm not bringing extra shoes, alright?"

"if you say so. you're going to regret it, though." you turned and began taking your steps toward the door.

"why would i regret it?" he called to your retreating figure.

"eight a.m, harrington! we need to go before work!"

steve watched your door shut.

"god-dammit!" he muttered to himself as he began driving home into the newly born night.

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"we're going to milltown, you should probably get gas," you choked out while you climbed into the car. dirty feet all over the seats (once again).

"milltown? dude-,"

"no complaining! i'll pay for your gas if your going to have a hissy fit about it."

"maybe you should try driving for once."

"no thanks," you plugged a cassette in to the car radio, 'come on eileen" started playing from the middle of the song.

steve mindlessly nodded his head along to the songs, listening to your mindless humming.

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"you know what? this one is actually kinda cool." steve admitted.

"right!"

you two stood admiring what looked to be several trees that had been covered in shoes with their laces tied so they hung off the branches.

you plopped down on to the grass. the cold morning dew seeped through your clothes and pinched your legs. you tugged your dirty reeboks that were too small off of your feet. "you brought extra shoes, right?"

steve let out an extended breath as he watched you tug a pair of converse out of your bag and pulled them onto your feet.

"i told you to bring some!"

"yeah, i know!" he rolled his eyes but sat next to you and pulled his own pair of reeboks off.

you both tied the laces of your pairs together, tugging to make sure they'd stay on with the rest of the hanging shoes.

and off they flew as you both tossed your pairs in the air together. the summer breeze carried the two pairs of reeboks onto the branches, shaking the tree and it's leaves and shoes.

"dude, you didn't get yours anywhere near mine. how will the people know that we came together?"

"'the people' wont give two shits about where our shoes are on the tree. they're all in that pile."

"i will care!"

"alright, well you can get a ladder and go move the shoes." steve said as he sat on the ground and leaned back onto the soft grass. "i will be right here whenever you're done with that."

you glanced from the lounging man with his eyes closed to still swinging shoes in the sky.

you decided it wouldn't matter in the long run, and at least he had done it with you despite having no extra shoes to wear (maybe it'd be nice if you offered yours to him but, also, maybe he should have just listened to you!).

you laid down next you him with your hands behind your head and stared up at fluffy white clouds that swam in the sea of blue above. the breeze moved the blades of grass to dance along your cheeks and neck. your hair danced with them.

you watched the clouds mold into their own shapes and pointed out different things you saw to steve:

"that one looks like a turtle!"

"that's a fucked up turtle."

"that one looks like a shark!"

"it looks like it's swimming after the turtle to eat it."

you both continued on like that for seemingly forever. the midday heat began to creep in and making it to work began to clog your mind but steve was in no rush, so you pushed the thoughts away.

"i gotta ask you for advice about something." steve began out of nowhere. he dressed his words in formal attire. "i've gotten really close to someone recently, like a lot closer than we've ever been before."

steve doesn't get serious with you (or anyone) often. so, of course, you listened with every fiber in you. you treated his concerns with upmost importance.

"and i've - i don't know. i've started to-to like this person. a lot. but, well, i don't even know if they'd feel the same way about me."

"that's never stopped you before," you smiled, glancing to the side to read his features.

"yeah, but this person is just... different."

"what do you mean?"

"well, for one, i can't even imagine what other people would think. my dad for sure. he'd kill me. but, i also just actually like this person. and like... care about them and our relationship, and what would happen if they didn't end up liking me, too."

"does it really matter what your dad thinks?"

"i mean, i don't really care. i just always imagined he'd be at my wedding and it would be pretty shitty if he wasn't there."

"you're already thinking about marriage with this person and you haven't even asked them out yet?"

"yeah, is that bad?"

"i think that just proves that it shouldn't matter what your dad thinks if you really are already thinking about marriage with them. since when does steve harrington think about marriage with a girl?"

"i-i mean, yeah! that the dream, you know?"

"really?"

"i'd love to have a bunch of little harrington's runnin' around."

"so what advice do you need from me? it sounds like you already know what you want, you just gotta get the balls to go get her."

"sure, sure. you're right. thank you."

"'course man," a nervous silence overwhelmed you. you could never tell if you said the right thing, especially with steve. he was so difficult to read.

"that one looks like a squirrel that can't get open an acorn," steve pointed to a cloud above with a smirk over his features as if he knew he just said the stupidest thing in the world.

"no it does not, you idiot,"

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your name echoed from the street outside of your house that night. your eyebrows shuffled together in confusion as you scurried to your window to see what - or who - could be causing all that noise.

you peaked your head out to see steve harrington holding roses, 'i just called to say i love you' blasting through his car stereo from one of the cassette's you had given him.

you couldn't help but let a smile creep onto your face at how absolutely sweet he looked with his nervous feet and fingers tapping. his eyebrows were sewn together and his lips looked licked raw. he motioned for you to come down stairs and that's exactly what you did.

"what the hell are you doing?" you laughed as you ran out in your pajamas, sandals, and a sad excuse for a jacket.

"listen to me,"

"you are so lucky my parents aren't here right now, harrington, they'd kill you for being so loud!" you reached in his car and turned the volume down to a reasonable volume. the smile never left your face, though.

steve spoke your name again, and grabbed your arm to turn you around. "listen, i-" his eyes searched your face for the words he wanted to say. he couldn't find them, though.

"i'm listening," you smiled, leaning against his car as stevie wonders continued to play.

he rolled his eyes (at himself) and found his answers away from your face. "i-i-i-i've just- i've been talking to robin a lot more lately and she's helped me understand that i-i, you know, i like you and i think you're really cool but i've never liked a guy before you, ya know? i don't know how to do any of this shit," he mumbled to himself. "here," he shoved the flowers into your hand.

the smile never left your face, "steve,"

he looked up at you. he hadn't realized how close he had come, practically trapping you against his car.

"is it okay if i kiss you?" you whispered into his ear.

his cheeks went as red as could be. you'd never seen him so flustered (or flustered at all, for that matter).

his mouth opened but no words came out. just an eager nod.

the hand that wasn't holding the roses found its way to his cheek and pulled him in to meet your lips. it was short and sweet, the smallest bite of chocolate. it drew steve in and let him know what he was in for in the coming future with you.

and steve was absolutely in love.

[castillon02]

On the sidewalk outside his apartment, a brown-eyed youth accosted him, saying he looked like the kind of enterprising man who would gladly pay someone to do his laundry. 

In one of those intuitive moments that made him so good at his job, Wade flashed back to Spidey, six months prior, casually asking him what kind of manual labor he’d ever pay someone to do, and Wade confessing that laundry would definitely be it except he’d never trust anyone else to do it. 

Oh-ho-ho. 

(Had Wade silently implied that his laundry suspicions were for Mercenary Reasons and not because he had a specific brand of hypoallergenic detergent that worked for his skin? Yes, yes he had.)

Wade lured the guy in for a “test run” in his “natural habitat” and was 99.9% sure that this was Spidey when he followed Wade into his lair without seeming worried and failed to do a double-take at Wade’s Armchair Throne of Death. 

He was 100% sure when he asked for the guy’s name and the guy said, “Peter Parker.” 

“I FUCKING KNEW IT!” Wade spun and pointed at him. “I told you those camera trajectories were Spidey POV all the fucking way! ‘He just takes the stairs, Deadpool,’” he mimicked. “‘He has a drone, Deadpool.’ You know I spear every drone out of the sky because my body gets temporarily inhabited by the millenia-old spirit of CavePool!”  

Spider-Parker (Sparker? Spiker? Parder?) sighed. “I do know,” he admitted. “And I appreciate it. Times were easier before any Tom, Dick, and Harry could get a bird’s-eye view. Although you making me go fetch your knife kinda makes us even.”

Wade tilted his head. “What are you talking about? You just do the—you know, ‘thwip, thwip, motherfucker,’” he said, gesturing with imaginary web shooters. “It takes like two seconds.” 

“Yeah, now.” 

There was a moment of silence during which Wade, and presumably also Spark-ike-ner, recalled the first time that Wade had thrown a knife at an invasive drone hovering at rooftop level. He had panicked about losing his favorite knife, dived to retrieve it, splatted himself, and woken up to find Spidey autographing the broken drone for a pale-faced twenty-something. Wade had added some bloodstained cash into the bargain, complete with Instagram selfie, just in case the jerk tried to sue later.  

…Cash! Right. Spidey was here for a reason. “So…you’re actually low on dough?” Wade asked. “This wasn’t a weird plot to—” 

“It was a weird plot to earn ramen bucks,” Spidey said with a wry twist of his lips that Wade could actually see because it wasn’t behind a mask, which was. Fantastic, to be honest. That mouth made him wish he could think the word ‘spiffing’ with a straight face. 

“Hang on,” Wade said. “You get money photographing your encounters with villains. You can’t tell me that none of them would side hustle with you. Why haven’t you just, you know, been a little slow to catch one once in a while instead of putting yourself out of a job?” 

“Because that would be morally bankrupt,” Peter said. Then he got a strange look on his face and said, “Shit, sorry, I have to make a call.” 

The lunatic turned away from him, like putting his back to Wade would do literally anything to give him privacy, and pulled his phone out. 

It rang twice before someone picked up. 

“Pete! You know I’m always glad to hear from you, but—” 

“Harry,” Spidey said, his voice dangerously pleasant. “Why does the Green Goblin suddenly ‘break free from his mind prison’ whenever I complain about my bills?”   

“Shit!” someone on the other end of the line said, followed by a clatter of suspiciously metal-sounding objects being dropped onto cement. One of them, clearly round, which was SUSPICIOUSLY THE SAME SHAPE AS A GOBLIN BOMB, rolled audibly and awkwardly across the floor. 

“Harry,” Spidey sighed. “You can’t just—just—I mean, you have gotten pretty non-lethal, at least. What did you even do, last time? That kid’s ice cream? He was six, man.” 

“I mailed him a coupon for a free one after,” Harry said. “Or ten free ones. You know, enough to make up for being mildly traumatized.”  

“God, that was a good photo: I got the dropped ice cream in the foreground since you’d just knocked me on my ass, and you did a great job cackling menacingly in the background. Even the color composition was gold. Strawberry is a strong contrast with your suit.” 

Wade winced at the flattering tone: DANGER, WILL ROBINSON. 

But apparently Harry didn’t get the same signals, because he said, “Yeah, I thought if I went for someone with rum raisin, it wouldn’t—” 

“YOU JERK! You can’t terrorize a six-year-old just because I need to sell photos! Or terrorize a city. No terrorizing!”  

“Peter. Pete. Look. I’m not going to terrorize the city! I’m just going to cause some minor property damage in a way that happens to be photogenic. I had this idea for a thing with some roses—” 

“Cliche,” Peter said immediately. 

“Orchids?” 

“Too sexual. Maybe daisies?” Peter said. “They’d kind of fit your ‘I hate children’ vibe and you could dye them different colors. Uh—IF you did this. Which you won’t. Because that would be bad and wrong.” 

Wade grinned. Spoken like a true artist: starving and with conflicting creative and moral convictions. 

On the other end of the phone, Harry seemed to rally. “Okay, picture this: What if I hired you and a bunch of child actors to do a Green Goblin charity calendar for the benefit of organizations trying to cure genetic diseases?”  

Wade was hit with the sudden realization that he, Deadpool, was like if Peter’s morally dubious and crazypants best Goblin friend fucked his charismatic, award-winning actor best friend and they had Wade as a baby but then left him to be raised by a nanny who was secretly an AK-47. 

That is to say, that Spidey wasn't in this friendship-whatever just because he had a saving-morally-dubious people thing, or a rebellion-against-Iron-Man thing, or even a lookin'-for-some-strange thing. He came by his attraction to Wade honestly. He was just really into semi-competent nutjobs.     

“If it’s for charity, shouldn’t my labor be free?” Peter asked Harry while Wade had his revelation. “I don’t have time to do a free Green Goblin charity calendar for the benefit of organizations trying to cure genetic disease!” 

Harry sighed. “I keep telling you that’s not how nonprofits work,” he said. “All right, wait, let me hit you with this—” 

“Oh my god, Harry, we’re gonna synergize about this never. Bye, talk to you LATER, by which I mean I’m going to need a cool-down of at least three weeks.” Peter ended the call and slipped his phone into his pocket. “Anyway!” he said, springing around with a hopeful, too-big smile on his face. “You were about to pay me for doing your laundry and also promise to keep my identity a secret forever.” 

Wade raised his eyebrows beneath his mask. “Oh, was I?” 

Spidey’s shoulders slumped halfway down his body. “Waaaaaaaaade.”  

“Yeah, I guess I was. But you’ll regret it after I show you Mount Sniff-Test.” 

“You mean Mount Job Security?” 

Wade shook his head. “Always the optimist.” At least Spidey had wall-climbing powers so he could reach the top.

In fact, the odds of Wade's laundry pile reaching zero were astronomically low. Especially because Wade had no problem buying more clothes. And if Spidey stuck around long enough, well...maybe Wade could arrange for two semi-competent nutjobs to enjoy two semi-competent handjobs. Blowjobs. Heartjobs. Something like that.

Wade threw open the door of the room that he had previously told Spidey was full of full-frontal pornography and guns.

"Oh shit," Spidey said, his eyes wide as he tilted his head up to capture the magnificent heights reached in Wade's laundry mausoleum. He swallowed and then clapped his hands together. "Okay," he said. "Okay. We can do this if we work together."

Wade smiled. "The fact that you haven't run away screaming from this abomination of sanitation tells me all I need to know."

[bobbole]

The Corinthian looks (part I)

Daddy goes to work

Light wool blazer and a light blue checked cotton shirt: the good family man look, perfect for going to work, be it interviewing sweet old ladies while sipping tea or giving motivational speeches to professional serial killers. Like most Corinthian outfits, it's casual, tasteful but discreet: after all, if you are a very tall predator with big dark glasses, you tend to avoid excesses at least in your clothing. Not a great fan of this office look but I still can enjoy a nice view of his neck.

Into the woods

Boyd succeeded in making me appreciate one of the color combinations I hated the most: black and brown (Mr. Holbrook also succeeded to make me love a blonde actor, but that's another story). Outfit coordinated with the surrounding forest, the wooden benches, even with the ice cream. Perfect for a pleasant picnic in nature after exterminating your new godson's foster family. Too much ton sur ton for my tastes but these kinds of jackets suit his looong legs so well: shantay, you stay!

The white duke

This is extremely minimal and extremely sophisticated! A white/grey wool trench coat with a light sweater of the same color: the perfect counterpart, aesthetically and symbolically, to Dream's black outfit. For me, this is the look that brings out the most the Corinthian's association with the color white (as well as beautifully enhancing his long neck, which is always a pleasure to see). Is sexy, is dangerous, my favorite with the next one.

The Berliner

No notes. Pure absolute perfection. Stiff starched collar shirt, cream-coloured tailored jacket and trousers, black vest, pocket watch, pocket square, straw hat that is very summer in Florence, super fancy octagonal glasses, pin on the tie....an over-rich but classy dandy! It's by far his most brazen and conspicuous look, full of accessories and details in the latest fashion of the time. I will come back to this to make a more in-depth analysis, for the moment I like to note that, unlike his modern clothes, which tend to be rather discreet, this one does not go unnoticed. Walk walk fashion baby!

The slutty killer

This image is branded in my mind from the first moment I saw it, so objectivity of judgement is definitely compromised. A rather sporty sweater over classic black trousers (still brown and black, a choice that in other cases I would have found questionable but which I strongly appreciate here). I think the white/grey thench coat does not exactly match here but is perfect for concealing weapons. The knife shoulder holster is there both for practicality and, most important, to awaken unsuspected kink in the viewer.

The dark knight

I love the Corinthian dressed in white but even more so dressed in black: unfortunately, a moment too brief to fully appreciate him with that long coat that looks like it was taken directly from Dream's wardrobe.

It's midnight but I'm still working

Another office look (after all, he is technically at work although as a freelancer). Striped shirt, definitely my least favorite.

[pupkou]

Hi! I’ve seen a lot of posts on tiktok recently about people being annoyed with other people’s grammar and shaming them for it, which I think is rude— even if the person is monolingual and their first language is English. Everyone struggles with different things, so here’s a compassionate and respectful guide to common grammar and word mistakes.

Let me know if you'd like me to explain any others!

Contains: YOUR/YOU'RE, ARE/OUR, THERE/THEIR/THEY'RE, THAN/THEN, TO/TOO/TWO, A/AN, BALL/BAWL, PHASE/FAZE, DEFINITELY/DEFIANTLY, SHOULD OF/SHOULD HAVE, WERE/WHERE, LOOSE/LOSE, ALLOWED/ALOUD, BARLEY/BARELY

YOUR vs. YOU’RE

Tip: The word ‘your’ shows belonging.

Example: Your mom went to the grocery store to get some grapes.

Tip: The word ‘you’re’ is a contraction, meaning it’s two words put together, and it means ‘you are.’ Only use ‘you’re’ if it would make sense to say ‘you are’ instead of ‘you’re’ in the sentence.

Example: You’re really nice!

ARE vs. OUR

Tip: ‘Are’ tells you what a noun is or what it’s like.

Example: This is my family! We are Puerto Rican.

Tip: ‘Our’ tells you about something that belongs to many people.

Example: In our home, we eat a lot of arroz con gandules.

THERE vs. THEIR vs. THEY’RE

Tip: 'There' tells you where something is located.

Example: The chip aisle is over there.

Tip: 'Their' tells you who something belongs to, and can be used to refer to something that belongs to a group of people or to one person who uses they/them pronouns.

Example: That is their house.

Tip: 'They're' is a contraction, meaning it's two words put together, and it means 'they are.' Only use ‘they're’ if it would make sense to say ‘they are’ instead of ‘they're’ in the sentence. Again, it can be used to refer to a group of people or to one person who uses they/them pronouns.

Example: They're not coming to the party today, something came up at work.

THAN vs. THEN

Tip: 'Than' is used to compare and contrast things.

Example: This pair of pants is more expensive than that one.

Tip: 'Then' is used to show time passing or to demonstrate a cause and effect.

Example: First I went to the store, and then I walked home with my groceries. OR If she does that again, then I'm not going to talk to her anymore.

TO vs. TOO vs. TWO

Tip: 'To' can be used in many ways, usually for the purpose of explaining where something or someone is going, but it can also be used with verbs like 'have' and 'want.'

Example: I am going to the store. OR I am giving a present to her for her birthday. OR I have to work today. OR I want to bake a cake.

Tip: 'Too' is used to mean 'also' or to express intensity.

Example: Alex: "I want a strawberry, please." Beth: "Me, too!" OR Small people matter, too. OR We wanted to go to the movies after school, but we were too hungry.

Tip: 'Two' is the second positive whole number.

Example: I have two cousins that are girls.

A vs. AN

Tip: The difference between these two depends on whether the word following it begins in a vowel-- A, E, I, O, or U. You say 'an' when the word DOES start in a vowel, and 'a' when it doesn't. Y doesn't fit in this one, because it doesn't sound right to, for example, say "I saw an yak yesterday."

Example: I saw a brown down chasing its tail the other day!

I picked an orange and an apple off of a tree while I was holding an ice cream hold and an umbrella! My hands were so full and I dropped it all when I saw an egret flying too close to me.

BALL vs. BAWL

Tip: 'Ball' is used to refer to things like basketballs, baseballs, and soccer balls.

Example: I kicked the ball across the field.

Tip: 'Bawl' means to cry very intensely.

Example: I bawled all day after finding out they discontinued my favorite taquitos. OR I'm bawling so hard because I'm so sad. OR I want to bawl. Today has been so hard.

PHASE vs. FAZE

Tip: 'Phase' refers to a step in a process where things change.

Example: I had a really big art phase in middle school, but I'm not as into it now.

Tip: 'Faze' means to bother.'

Example: He got in my face, but it didn't faze me. OR I remain totally unfazed by his antics.

DEFINITELY vs. DEFIANTLY

Tip: 'Definitely' refers to something that is certain.

Example: I am definitely not going to go to that restaurant again after I found a live bug in my pasta!

Tip: 'Defiantly' means to do something in a way that shows you are defiant or acting with defiance.

Example: Although my wife told our daughter not to do it, she smiled in our faces as she defiantly did exactly that!

SHOULD OF vs. SHOULD HAVE

Tip: 'Should of' is incorrect and should not be used. 'Should have' is correct. It can be shortened to the contraction 'should've.'

Example: I should have gone to the museum on Thursday, they were giving out free posters!

WERE vs. WHERE

Tip: 'Were' is used to describe how a noun (person, place, thing, or idea) was in the past.

Example: We wanted to go to the movies after school, but we were too hungry.

Tip: 'Where' is used to describe a noun's (person, place, thing, or idea) location.

Example: Alex: "Where is your backpack?" Beth: "I'm not sure where it is."

LOOSE vs. LOSE

Tip: 'Loose' is the opposite of tight.

Example: This shirt is too loose on me, it doesn't fit right. OR That screw is loose, you might want to tighten it.

Tip: 'Lose' is when you no longer have something you once were in possession of or when you do not win something.

Example: I don't want to lose my backpack again because they're very expensive. OR I always lose my soccer games.

ALLOWED vs. ALOUD

Tip: 'Allowed' is used to explain what someone is permitted to do.

Example: I'm no longer allowed to drive in the state of New York because I got a speeding ticket and never paid it.

Tip: 'Aloud' is used to describe sound that is hearable.

Example: He read aloud, "A told B and B told C, "I'll meet you at the top of the coconut tree!"

BARLEY vs. BARELY

Tip: 'Barley' is an edible grass plant that is used for cereal grain.

Example: This cereal has wheat, barley, and corn in it.

Tip: 'Barely' is used to described to something that almost didn't do another whatever it was seeking to do.

Example: He passed his classes, but just barely.

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Sweetest Pleasures

Reimaging An Offer from a Gentleman #6

Synopsis: The three primary desires of humankind; sleep, sexual desire, and also appetite. With Saphne, it was ice cream. With Polin, it was cake. With Benophie…well, why limit to one?

AO3 post from here!

Sophie was hungry. Very, very hungry. To the extent that Sophie could almost feel the bottom of her stomach twitching, craving for any kind of stimulation. But she knew that it was her own fault. After all, if she could avoid Benedict Bridgerton loitering in the hallway on the way down to the kitchen, she would willingly give up on a delicious plate of the morning porridge. Her sudden placement as the ladies’ maid and the extra attention she was receiving from the second son were already attracting suspicious looks and unspoken (but sometimes vocal) hostility from the staff. Benedict kept his hands to himself in front of his family and the ton, but he tended to be less cautious on the lower floors. And Sophie hated him for it. Thus, Sophie avoided Benedict Brigerton at all costs, often at the expense of meals.

So, it wasn’t helping that heaps and heaps of freshly baked cakes, biscuits, and scones, and plates filled with sweets, ice cream, and chocolate were laid out on the picnic table inside the Bridgerton tent, the rich fragrant aroma arousing her every senses.

And it also wasn’t helping that Benedict Bridgerton was sitting right in front of where she stood, keeping a respectable distance but the angle and the position were just enough to torment her.

And it definitely wasn’t helping that Benedict Bridgerton looked absolutely gorgeous that day*.* During their time in My Cottage, Sophie would see him in a white shirt with a pair of breeches, and a wild stubble around his chin. He was handsome enough to make her blush, but back in the city, Benedict Bridgerton was on another level. Clean and shaved, his soft brown curls slightly rumpled in the summer breeze. A fashionable turquoise cravat wrapped around his neck, with a ruby pin placed just on the knot. His wine-colored waistcoat was embodied with blue and yellow tulips, the vines intertwining from his broad shoulders to his abdomen. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, exposing his muscular arms as if he were teasing her, edging her to the cliff.

Sophie discreetly watched Benedict take a china plate from the table, slicing up the exquisitely looking three-layered strawberry cake. “Made with raspberries and strawberries, topped with white chocolate cream and biscuits”, Mrs. Hudson, the cooks had told her as Sophie helped with the decorations on the top, “Mr. Bridgerton’s long-time favorite,”

The slice of the cake on his plate was mesmerizing, with perfectly equal layers and a smooth textured sponge. Sophie’s stomach gave a hungry growl as Benedict took a large bite with the silver fork. Sophie couldn’t take her eyes off that cake, the fresh, juicy strawberry left on his plate, the lovely cream that was making her mouth water, Benedict’s thumb on his lips as he wiped off the cream, his green-grey eyes watching her in amusement,

Sophie quickly looked down at her feet, knowing that her face was on fire. Sophie could almost see Benedict’s knowing smirk as she nudged the patch of grass with her worn-out shoes. Just three more hours, Sophie repeated those words like a mantra, just three more hours and you’ll be freed from this torment...

But her inner strife instantly disappeared into thin air as she felt a gentle tug on her skirt, a pair of deep chocolates staring up at her with pleading eyes.

“Would you like to share a scone with me, Sophie?”

“I would love to share a scone with you, Master Edmund.”

As Sophie kneeled to the ground, the little boy with beautiful angelic curls broke out in a satisfied grin, reaching out his arms to her in the usual manner. In the corner of her eyes, she saw Lord Bridgeton, Lady Violet, and Ms.Hyacinth cooing the baby wrapped around a blanket in Lady Bridgerton’s arms. Sophie softly smiled, and with one swift motion, she picked up the toddler in her arms and carried him into the tent. Edmund giggled as he played with her curls, fascinated by how they twirled in his hands.

“How’d you like to take your scone, Master Edmund’?”

Seating herself in the chair with the bubbling Edmund Bridgerton on her lap, Sophie asked, mimicking the tone of a town merchant.

“Clotted Cream and apricot jam, please,”

“Oh, such an excellent choice, Master Edmund,”

As Sophie replied in a sing-along voice, the two-year-old puffed his chest in pride, but closely followed her every movement as Sophie cut the scone in half, spread the rich white cream, and poured an ample amount of radiently colored jam from the small jar. The fresh, fruity smell filled the tent, and Sophie was trying very hard not to drool.

“Just a moment, Master Edmund.”

Edmund’s eyes sparkled as she set the scone on the plate, and he squirmed impatiently in his seat as Sophie carefully wiped his tiny hand with a wet napkin.

“One plate of fresh scones at your service,”

“Thank you, Sophie!!”

Just as he was about to take a bite, Edmund suddenly stopped. A drop of jam on the white plates.

“Is there anything wrong?”

“I promised we would share,” Before Sophie could stop him, Edmund snapped the scone in half, both the jam and the cream slipping from the surface. With a satisfied puff, Edmund turned his head and stuck out his hand, the bigger half of the crumbled scone in his palm, his fingers creamed with butter and apricots. “For you, Ms. Sophie,”

“Thank you, Master Edmund…”

But the scone in his hand was smoothly taken by Benedict Bridgerton, popping the crumbles right into his mouth.

“Thank you very much, Eddie.” Benedict licked his lips in satisfaction. “The proportion of the jam is quite exquisite.”

Edmund Bridgerton burst into tears.

It took quite some time to calm Edmund Birdgerton from the wave of fits and cries. “But I wanted to give to Sophie!” between sobs he cried out, and with a panicked look, Benedict repeatedly pleaded for mercy, telling him that he would give something to Sophie for compensation. But Edmund only clenched his fist in anger, yelling at Benedict that he wanted to share the scone with Sophie, not with his uncle. But with a slice of cake and much coaxing in his mother’s arms, Edmund returned to his usual place on Sophie’s lap, his nose still sniffling. Benedict looked rather deflated.

“Well I hope everything is in order,” Anthony said with a soft smile at his son and a glare at his younger brother. “I still can’t believe my two-year-old son is much more of a gentleman than my thirty-year-old brother.”

Almost every adult scoffed in their teacups, and Benedict felt himself redden, his lips turning into a tight knot. Anthony slightly raised his eyebrows to Benedict’s silent response, normally Bendict would quip a joke or two. But Anthony chose to ignore the slight concern, cuddling baby Miles who started playing with his buttons.

Edmund was now returning to his everyday mood; talking to Sophie about the recent hike, the new picture book, and his small little pony in Kent, enjoying once again, the undivided attention she was giving him. The picnic tent was soon filled with the usual clamor of the Bridgertons; the usual gossip, the reviews on the latest opera with the quick banters from Kate and Anthony. Kate noticed that her brother-in-law seemed more focused on the sketchbook in his hands, rather than the conversation before them. But just as Kate stood up from her chair to ask, the tent fell into a sudden silence.

“Would you marry me, Sophie?”

Both Violet and Benedict respectively choked into their teacups. Kate and Anthony chuckled over their son’s innocent proposal. Eloise looked up from her book with a look of amusement in her crisp blue eyes.

“Why in the bloody…excuse me,” Benedict flinched as his elder brother and his sister-in-law shot him a killing glare, but he managed to continue, “W, Would you tell me why you want to marry Ms. Beckett, Eddie?”

“First, I wanted to marry Mama,” Edmund did the same exasperated sigh, (Sophie almost wanted to laugh how much it resembled Lord Bridgerton,) “But Papa said he wouldn’t let me.”

Sophie saw Hyacinth groan as Anthony took Kate by the waist, sealing a deep kiss on his wife’s lips. As their fingers intertwined, Sophie saw Lord Bridgerton whisper endearments against her cheeks.

“And Auntie Eloise loves books more than I,”

“What about me, Eddie?” Hyacinth chirped from her seat, “I thought you loved me.”

Edmund sank into silence, his eyebrows scrunching in thought just like Lady Bridgerton. After much contemplation, Edmund declared firmly that Hyacinths was too young for him, leaving the tent in bursts and cries of laughter. Apparently, Edmund and Benedict didn’t find it as amusing as the rest.

“Son, I’m afraid you are the one who is too young for Ms. Beckett,”

“Papa told me that he married Mama for love!” He pouted his lips, his nose high up in the air, “And I intend to do the same.”

“Then Eddie, are you in love with Sophie?” When Hyacinth asked him with a teasing grin, Edmund suddenly turned his body around, his rich brown eyes staring at her with an intense gaze.

“I am,”

Wrapping his tiny arms around Sophie’s neck, Sophie felt the little boy’s head rest gently on her shoulders. The soft chestnut curls hopping in the corner of her own eye, Sophie froze in her seat.

“I love you, Sophie.” Sophie suddenly forgot the emptiness of her stomach, or the plate of sandwiches before her eyes, something warm and soft was spreading across her soul like a nice cup of tea on a winter morning. “I love your hair, I love your voice, I love everything about you, Sophie. I love you with all my heart,”

Sophie suddenly felt something hot coming up to her eyes, her vision suddenly became blurry. Gently placing her hands on Master Edmund’s small back, Sophie closed her eyes and tried to focus on her breaths.

Perhaps it was only Violet who noticed the slight quiver in the ladies’ maid’s voice, who gently answered that she loved him too and Master Edmund’s words her the greatest honor of her life and would cherish his words until the end of her days. And Eloise was the only one who noticed that her brother’s grip on his charcoal tightened, his nails turning slightly white.

Sophie felt the anger pricking her eyebrows as she felt the presence of Benedict Bridgerton behind her back. Sophie couldn’t find out why she could now notice him with just the sound of his footsteps, the rustling noise of his leather boots.

Eloise had asked her to chaperone, declaring that she would be promenading with Ms.Cowper for an hour. Sophie was quite surprised by the size of Ms.Cowper’s sleeves. She kept a respectable distance between the two, five steps away, but Sophie noticed that Eloise Bridgerton was staring at her with a pleading look. Sophie took a step back. Eloise shook her head. Sophie took another step back. Eloise shook her head again. And when Sophie was thirty-four steps away from the couple, Eloise gave her a satisfied nod and started walking down the lane, arm-in-arm with the lovely lady.

“Would you call yourself a chaperone when you could barely see the two?” His teasing tone was bubbling a fire in Sophie’s empty stomach. “And would you call yourself a gentleman?” Sophie wanted to snap at him, but she knew her place in the society. Her a simple maid. Him a noble gentleman. But he had stolen her scone away from her. Right from his nephew’s hands. The perfectly baked, perfectly flavored piece of scone, with just the perfect amount of cream and jam. She adored apricot jam. She hadn’t eaten anything for more than 22 hours.

Sophie figured she had the right to be a little bit angry.

“Mr. Bridgerton.” Sophie bobbed her head meekly, a little curtesy that would annoy Benedict, and he pursed his lips, just as she imagined. Sophie began following the couple again, but as Benedict tried to walk by her side, she stopped. Benedict also stopped and looked back at her. Sophie took three steps behind. Benedict quickly shifted his gaze around him, slightly fidgerting his hands. But he quickly began walking, seeing Sophie slightly tilt her head. Sophie followed his lead, three steps behind.

“First time in Hyde Park, Ms. Beckett?”

“Yes, Mr. Brigderton.”

“Excellent weather, isn’t it?”

“Quite so, Mr. Bridgerton.”

“Your hair is quite fetching.”

“Thank you, Mr. Bridgerton.”

“…Are you angry that I took Eddie’s scone?”

“Not at all, Mr. Bridgerton.”

The two walked in silence.

But Sophie felt a rush of panic when she saw Ms. Cowper pull Ms.Eloise into an alcove, Ms.Eloise now out of her sight. Sophie quickly lifted the hems to hurry her pace, to run after her, but in a brief second, she noticed that she was the one being pulled behind the hedge.

“Mr. Bridgerton!”

“You said that you loved Edmund,”

“Oh, is that what you wanted to talk about?” Sophie slapped his hands from her waist, glaring at him with all her might. “Excuse me, Mr. Bridgerton, but unlike you, I have an occupation…”

But Benedict silenced her, pressing a finger on her lips.

“I believe Ms. Cowper and my sister are enjoying themselves,”

“But,”

“With just the two of them, Ms. Beckett.”

“Oh?”

Something in Benedict’s eyes told her that Sophie should stay behind the hedge a little longer. Perhaps for a half an hour.

“Oh.”

Benedict had a nervous look, his eyebrows slightly dipping with concern, but he saw Sophie’s expression soften, a little sparkle appearing in Sophie’s emerald eyes.

“I suppose you are good at keeping secrets.”

“Of course.”

Sophie wondered if she had been trapped in a wicked scheme with the Bridgerton siblings all along as Benedict changed into an enigmatic smile, just like the Cheshire cat.

“I believe we are in a place where we can enjoy ourselves as well.”

“Benedict, anyone can find us here.”

And Benedict knew that she was in the right. After all, he had just pulled her behind a dark corner of the hedge, anyone could just walk in; finding the two in a compromising position. Benedict would have to tip his hat to the two girls for their boldness, or perhaps to their recklessness?

But just as Sophie was about to step away from the shadows, her stomach growled. A very, loud growl. And it growled again. And again. Benedict had to grin seeing Sophie bury her face in her hands.

“Are you hungry, Sophie?”

Oh, the joy that sparked in Benedict’s tone.

“No, Mr. Bridgerton.”

“Is that why you were so upset that I took the scone, Sophie?”

Benedict tilted his head, trying to look into her eyes, but Sophie still kept her gaze averted, knowing her cheeks were burning.

“No, Mr. Bridgerton.”

Benedict softly placed his fingers under her chin, tipping her head up to his gaze.

“Bloody liar,”

“Wasn’t it few seconds ago, your brother told you to watch your language?”

“Close your eyes,”

“I beg your pardon, Mr. Brigderton…”

“Close your eyes for me, Sophie.”

“Why do I have to close my eyes…”

“Are you scared that I would kiss you, Ms. Beckett?” Benedicts eyed her seductively, his green-grey eyes with a dark gleam, “I would kiss you in a instant if you asked me to,”

Sophie almost stopped breathing as Benedict’s voice changed into a low, deep rasp. “But this is such a public place, Ms. Beckett. I wouldn’t dare do something…so scandalous.”

Infuriating man, Sophie glared at him, cursing her height as he loomed over her, looking down at her with a teasing smirk. Oh, Sophie could strangle him, or perhaps slap him right there, but she knew that the two were only hidden by a botanical wall and a small bush, and it would be stupid to provoke any attention in front of the ton.

“If I closed my eyes, Mr. Bridgerton.” Sophie tightly clenched the soft muslin of her violet-colored uniform, “Would it be possible for you to refrain from disturbing me with every step?”

“Your wish is my command, Ms. Beckett,”

“If you truly listened to my wishes, Mr. Bridgerton, I wouldn’t be…”

“Shut up and close your eyes, Sophie.”

Sophie scowled at his demanding tone, but Benedict only tilted his head, his chin urging her to follow his orders.

With a deep sigh, Sophie squeezed her eyes shut; tightly biting her lips in a curl. Sophie had known from experience that Benedict Bridgerton was a stubborn man indeed, and it was quite useless to talk back. And, No, she was not going to fall into his seduction, one kiss wouldn’t make her break her oath, it wasn’t the first time the warm sweet lips of Benedict Bridgerton were kissing her…

But despite her expectations (?), Sophie felt something cool and solid on her lips, and when she opened her eyes in surprise, she saw Benedict’s eyes sparkling, not with lust as she had imagined, but with pure delight. A round, petite-sized chocolate bonbon was placed between Benedict’s long fingers, softly pressing it on Sophie’s lips.

“Compensation,” Sophie heard him mumble, “But you don’t have to take it all in at once,” A sly smile spread across his lips, as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Sophie nodded unconsciously, feeling oddly flushed by his tone and the melting smoothness gently nudging her entrance.

“Open your mouth, Sophie.”

Sophie, somehow feeling dazed by his soft command, softly opened her lips, letting Benedict pop the sweet in her mouth.

Sophie softened her clutch on her skirt, the rich sweetness in her mouth melting her whole starved body. The thick, milky taste filled her every sense, and the gentle warmness spread across her body; to her lips, her stomach, and even to her fingertips. It was the first time Sophie had tasted such extravagance and she slowly rolled the chocolate on her tongue, wanting to make it last for a second longer. Sophie closed her eyes again, savoring the sweet-sour taste of raspberries and a faint whiskey flavor, leaving a gentle bitterness on her tongue.

“Is it to your liking, Ms. Beckett?”

Sophie noticed that his tone was oddly breathless. But she also noticed that the sweet rush of sensation had already disappeared in a brief second, the pleasure that Benedict had given her had been too quick, too swift, too fast. Sophie suddenly felt her heart deflating, it was sinful how she wished for more. She licked her lips, chasing the last remaining sweetness.

“I loved it,” Her eyelids fluttered open, and her lips turned into a satisfied smile, “It was absolutely delicious, Mr.Bridgerton…”

But Sophie’s words were instantly sealed by Benedict’s lips, him taking her in a hungry kiss. She gasped as his tongue darted into hers as if he were chasing the pleasure that filled her a few seconds ago. He was devouring her, ravishing her as she was the sweet itself. But his lips, she noticed filling her up with the rich sweetness yet again, and as her hands twined in his hair, Sophie felt the gentle warmth in her abdomen, filling her up with more something more sweeter than cake, more softer than scones, more hotter than chocolate… and she knew was just melting and melting.

“So, Sweet,”

Sophie was chasing his lips, stretching her tiptoes when Benedict suddenly broke off the kiss.

“Do you want more, Sophie?” His deep voice was hoarse against her lips, his tone dripping with honey, “Because I could give you much, much, more,”

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Kate took a bite of a cucumber sandwich, looking adoringly at her husband snoring on the carpet with Miles also dozed happily on his father’s stomach. Kate had known that Anthony would be good with children, considering his 30 years of experience, but it filled her up with gentle sweetness when Anthony would nuzzle his sons with utter contentment and happiness. Putting a blanket on her husband’s stomach and gently placing Miles in the cradle, Kate returned to her chair, close to the place Edmund was completely captivated by the picture book on his lap.

Kate was always in awe of her first son’s gentleness and patience, she had heard that some children struggle when they welcome a younger sibling into their lives. But Edmund had been perfect, always the kindest, always the most considerate, but she knew how he rambled on excitedly on the maid’s lap, Kate thought that she might have been pushing too hard on him to grow up. Miles was a baby, but to Kate, Edmund was still her baby as well.

As Kate softly placed herself on the carpet next to Edmund, (Edmund looking up at her with a radiant smile, snuggling on her arm), Kate noticed that Edmund was looking at Benedict’s sketchbook, not the picture book she thought it was.

“Mama, look!” Edmund pointed at a small sketch in the middle, “I’m a model now!”

Kate almost dropped her cup of chai as she looked at the portrait of her son, Benedict expertly catching the softness of Edmund’s curls, the sweet dimples on his cheeks. But what made Kate’s breath take away was the girl who held her son on her lap, the petite, gentle girl with soft blond curls. It was as if she were alive on the piece of paper, smiling up at her with her long eyelashes and a shy glance. Kate somehow found herself blushing, the same reaction she had when Daphne had lent her “The Lady’s Guide to Basic Cooking” which contained tips for nighttime pleasures. But this was only a sketch for god’s sake!!

Kate quickly took the sketchbook from her son’s hands, despite Edmund’s protests to observe more. The sharp flavor of ginger and cinnamon was now lost in her thoughts, only feeling the bitter taste of Darjeeling on her lips.

#Writer’s Notes

My brief research on the Internet says Chocolate Bonbons were invented in 1912 in Belgium.But it had to be chocolate.

Historical accuracy flying out the door.

Alice in the wonderland was published in 1865. But Benedict just smiles like that.

After all, the very Nicola Coughlan had left the most important element of the Bridgerton drama series.

“In the world of Bridgerton, Death is less important than horniness.”

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Doc's Best In Goddamn Show Montana State Fair Coconut Cream Pie

As promised, the baked good that did the best, I'll release the recipe. This is one of my favorite pies of all time, hewed into a perfect custard-based pie that won me my first Best in Show rosette in nine years. And pies is even a tough category!

The other shocking thing: This is one of the easiest pies I make. It's very much "don't worry about it." It even tastes better if you make everything but the topping the day before serving.

“Doc, why don’t you use cream of coconut for the custard?” Friend, I tried for years to get that to work, only to find out that cream of coconut just does not bake up as nice as milk and cream, so I use a nice extract and toast the coconut to get the flavors. 

YOU WILL NEED:

A crust (I presume you can either make or buy a crust. I might even have a recipe here on the blog, I can’t remember) 

Pie: 

5 eggs

¾ cup caster/baker’s sugar 

2 cups of whole milk

½ cup half and half (I believe this is called half cream in the UK)

1 tsp vanilla bean paste

1 tsp coconut extract (I like Olivenation or watkins. Also, bear in mind you may need to use more. I do this to taste and the tsp is a guess on my part. Don’t worry, I’ll tell you where to taste in the recipe) 

Pinch salt

1 cup sweetened flaked coconut

Topping:

2 cups heavy cream VERY COLD (can use whipping or double also, but I prefer heavy) 

2 tablespoons jello or jello style pudding mix, coconut 

Powdered/icing sugar (this will be to taste) 

Decoration: Most definitely toasted coconut. I really like Nuts.com’s organic dried coconut chips, but it depends on how flush I’m feeling--I did not use it in this competition. Macadamia nuts are great, dried pineapple, for this competition I used coconut rolls from costco. This is mostly for visual appeal, so be creative. 

Toast your coconut: Put the oven at 350F. Put some parchment down on a baking sheet, and then put your sweetened flaked coconut on the sheet. Don’t forget to put in a bit extra for your topping decoration. Toast for about five minutes, it will probably need a stir and watch it closesy--coconut burns easy. When it’s a nice pale golden, pull it and up the temperature of the oven to 375F. 

Blind bake your crust. If you haven’t done this before, I think it’s easy but admit maybe not everyone will. Roll your crust out into a pie plate, just like you always would, and then cover the bottom with tin foil, and fill with pie weights or beans, or rice--I’m a big fan of using sugar. Whatever you use. Bake it about 15-17 minutes, it should be lightly brown at the edges. Take out the pie weight you used. Bake it about 5 minutes more, just so the bottom gets very lightly toasted. 

Make the filling! Beat your eggs in in a large bowl until they are very well combined but not whipped. Beat in everything but the coconut itself. NOW TASTE IT. Does it taste coconutty enough, or do you want to add a little more extract? Have an easy hand with the stuff, it’s powerful. Mix in the toasted coconut. 

Yeah, I’m serious, that was the whole of the filling instructions. I told you this was ridiculously easy. 

Bake: Pour your filling (carefully) into the pie crust, and cover the edges of your pie crust so it doesn’t burn (I use tin foil, but they do make fancy pie shields). I like to put it on a jelly roll pan so it’s easier for me to take in and out of the oven. You’re going to bake it at 375F for about 30-40 minutes, but the real test is: if you shake it a little, is it set at the sides but with a little wiggle in the center? That’s when it’s done. 

Let it cool totally. 

Topping! Beat your cold cream and pudding mix together, adding the powdered sugar slowly. I start with a quarter cup and work my way up until it’s as sweet as I like. I prefer a harder peak for this, but soft peaks are acceptable if you enjoy that more. Decorat with your topping choices! 

GO WIN A FUCKIN ROSETTE

Please tell me if you made this! If you found this really helpful and would like to leave me a tip, my ko-fi is here!

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Apple of my Eye-(firehouse au)

Summary: John’s woken up by his and Gale’s youngest not feeling too good.

WC: 710

C/W: mentions of throwing up

MOTA Masterlist!

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"Papa?" The small voice whispered shaking

John's shoulder slightly, "Papa?"

His heavy eyelids unpeeled his eyes, focusing in the dark.

Flynn stood at the side of their bed, her short brown hair disheveled and he could begin to make out a stain on the front of her nightgown.

"What's up, Peanut? Everything okay?" He whispered carefully lifting the blankets as not to wake Gale and sitting at the edge of the bed.

"I threw up."

John sucked in a breath, "Okay. Did you throw up in your bed?"

Flynn nodded and pointed at the stain on the cat nightgown.

"Let's get you cleaned up, yeah?" John took Flynn's hand walking back to her bedroom with her.

He had gotten Flynn cleaned up and into new pajamas, her bedding and pajamas in the wash, and now he was carrying Flynn down the stairs. Chili in her arms the dog nodding in and out already. That dog slept more than everyone else in the house combined.

"Can we watch cartoons?"

"Just for a little bit, Peanut. But we gotta get you back to sleep." Anything his little girl wanted that might make her feel better. She definitely had caught something, he knew better than anyone that being sick in the summer sucked.

He set her down on the couch and went into the kitchen filling a cup with lukewarm water. He grabbed the infamous ice cream bucket out from under the sink. The one Gale kept for when the girls were throwing up sick and couldn't make it to the bathroom. The last thing he wanted to do tonight was clean up puke off of their couch.

Flynn sat with her legs crossed and the chihuahua in her lap asleep already. "Okay, you know the drill. Pales right here in case you need it, and sip on this." He set the bucket on the coffee table and pulled Flynn into his lap. He kissed her forehead to check for a template like Gale had taught him.

She felt a little warm but he definitely would have Gale check in the morning.

"Thank you papa." She took the cup from him, sipping out of it.

It's moments like these that John really thanked the universe for everything he had.

"Is your tummy feeling any better?" He clicked on the tv flicking through to the last episode of SpongeBob they had watched together. Although he swore up and down to Gale, no SpongeBob.

"Little," she held her small fingers up in a pinch leaving about an inch between them. John nodded and raked a hand through her brown curls that resembled his own. She truly was John's mini me.

"Hopefully you can sleep it off, Peanut." John laid back against the arm rest Flynn cuddled into his chest. He felt her small fingers begin to trace the flowers on John's arm.

"Someday I'm gonna have colors on my arms like you and uncle Curtie."

"Are ya now? What kind of pictures do you want?" He let a smile crack on his lips watching Flynn study the sleeve tattoo. His botanicals were her favorite on him, some days him and Curt would let her color in their tattoos with her markers.

"Maybe some pretty flowers and Chili, like Curt's animals." Her small sweet voice grounding John to the couch feeling his eyelids grow heavier by the moment.

"I'm sure Chili would be so honored to be on your arm." He eyed the brown chihuahua laying by his feet, he knew he'd have to sleep still. Chili had a temper with everyone except the girls, specially if you disturbed his slumber, "Why don't we try to go back to sleep? It'll help your tummy." He tried to think of the things Gale would say to convince the girls to do things. Sometimes it was just more believable coming out of Gale's mouth since he had a PhD in medicine.

"I love you, papa."

"I love you too, Flynni." He kissed the top of her head satisfied as she closed her big blue eyes.

It wasn't long before the living room was filled with the sound of John's soft snores and the grumbly ones from Chili. This is what made parenthood all the more worth it for John.

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How CoD boiz would pick eyeshadow looks for their lovies from Pinterest :

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Simon 💀: ⬇️

Definitely gothic but a bit sparkly bcz of her sweetheart’s sparkling nature..

Believe or not ..Yn wore black and silver stone worked gown for the wedding..* the wedding was totally a shy as hell moment for him when he saw Yn on his forever favorite shade *

Jhonny 🧼 : ⬇️

He thinks turquoise looks hot over his lovie.. ( He often purchases lingerie of different shades of turquoise..damn obsessed..The necklace he gifted you to wear for reception..ohhh damn that set was fire ..

Gaz 🧢 : ⬇️

Sweet boy picking up sweet soft shaded look for his queen .. loft peachy pink - light blue - and soft purple in the mid with shines and shimmer over it lightly… these were the shade of your outfit when he took you to meet his parents

Price 🥃 : ⬇️

Color of his favorite style of coffee should not be missed ..so he always just chooses shades of browns ..like classic things ( main reason is your wedding gown and his suit )

Alejandro 🥀 : ⬇️

A touch of gold highlighter in the corner . Black and green balanced shade .. the colour of your wedding ring stone ..

Rudy 🩵 : ⬇️

Rudy just loves to see his wife wearing his favorite..so he always picks shades usable and cute with light blue ..

Graves ♠️ : ⬇️

Oh man he just likes dark blue … the night he saw you in a dark lingerie…he was melting like a cone ice cream out in massive heat … So he just noted it down to make you use this colour often ..even as a eyelook

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Note : These are just my picks and ideas of how their choices will be like .. ( Would love to see if you guys reblog and add your own picks and thoughts about their picks of eyelooks for their girl 🥰 )

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