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bluefunkybeats · 5 months ago

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ZAYNE DOMESTIC HEADCANONS

~ PART 2

cw: suggestive +18 below cut!!!

Zayne who, when he doesn’t want to read research articles to get you asleep- due to how monotonous and tedious they get- instead reads ‘The Little Prince’ to you. Sometimes to tease you he turns the book and points to the picture like he’s reading it to a little kid or something. If you react with a warning paw to his arm he’ll respond with a breathy chuckle.

Zayne who always steals a sip of your drink with your straw when you’re out on a lunch date. Will tell you that a variety of liquids is good for the diet if you call him out.

Zayne who responds to the doodles you make on the calendar hung on his kitchen wall with his own snowman doodles. You can tell there’s a lot of love behind them but certainly also a lazily held pen (which you’ll allow since he does these very early in the morning before work). Other times he’ll just respond with comments like “oh really?” to the nonsense you write and graffiti on that thing.

Zayne who enjoys all kinds of sweet cold treats but always has some classic Magnum ice creams in his freezer drawer because it’s a reliable choice. He can’t nag you and will just give a touché happy sigh about any sort of snacks you store next to his beloved Magnums: it’s your checkmate.

Zayne who has a small potted plant in the desk of his office. He’s never really went too long without watering it, but ever since you’ve put a plant poke with a cute little character to give company to his plant, he’s never been more motivated to water it. It certainly adds a bit of you to his space, and he has the habit of stroking the little plant’s leaves in caress when he thinks of you during work.

Zayne who packs your bag for uni or work if he knows you’ll be too busy to attend to it until the morning or if you’ve dozed off already.

Zayne who readjusts your sleeping positions with the most gentle hands, otherwise he can’t be soothed to continue doing anything else. He gets prickles on his back just to think about you waking up with a hurting back.

Zayne who feels contentment he can’t describe when he slides his closet door open and opens the shallow little accessory drawer, and finds your jewellery in a specialised velvet tray and his prescription glasses on the other end.

Zayne who because of you, has a little egg timer resemblant of a chicken to help out when he cooks. He used to just use alarms on his phone, but ever since your silly little gift, he won’t use anything else. The first thing he did when he found the incongruous little chicken character was ask if you if it had a name.

Zayne who picked up your little habit of storing socks as little balls. When you’re both sat on the bed balling up his and your socks, he’ll grab one like a snowball and boop it to the side of your cheek.

Zayne who when he sees you really sluggish coming out the shower, will get you dressed and have you sit cross-legged on the edge of the bed mattress as he stands and dries your hair with the hairdryer.

Zayne who once put your soiled slippers in the washing machine while you slept before leaving for work in a really early dark winter morning. He kissed your hand and jotted down a little note on the bedside table for you to use his slippers instead, which were faced outwards from where you’d naturally put your feet to get up from bed.

Zayne who has a regime with you of cutting and peeling fruits for each other back and forth. Once outdid you by making his orange to you look like a water lily, knowing and having schemed that you couldn’t do anything more creative. The bastard. All your oranges from henceforth were like that, to rub it in your face with the excuse of vitamin D. Yeah right. You’ll get him.

Zayne who involuntarily (or voluntarily, who knows) flusters you when removing your underwear from the plastic peg rack. Upon meeting your dazzled face, holds the cloth almost touching the side of his cheek.“Should I not take this garment to face value?”

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niiwa-angel · 2 months ago

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Hazbin Hotel Incorrect Quotes

Vaggie, going over more ground rules for the hotel: Alright! We will be having weekly team dinners! Everybody will be taking a turn cooking!

Vaggie: Except Alastor, after the roast incident of April.

Alastor: You all said you wanted a shoulder roast.

Angel Dust: Pork shoulder, not Paul shoulder!

~~~

Alastor, calling a meeting: Listen up, you little shits.

Alastor: Not you Nifty, you're an angel and I'm happy you're here.

~~~

Valentino and Velvette, after losing Vox at the aquarium.

Val: He probably went to the shark tank. He likes sharks.

Vel: You're right.

Vel, laughing: He's probably in the shark tank, he likes sharks so much.

Val: Ha!

Both of them start running.

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Husk: Hello, people who do not live here.

Cherri: Sup?

Husk: I gave you the key to my room for emergencies.

Frank the Egg Boi: We were out of molotov cocktails.

~~~

Charlie: What happens at Overlord meetings?

Alastor: Oh, you know. Boring discussions really. Lots of bureaucracy.

cut to the Overlord meeting

Vox, jumping up on the table: If you don't stop smacking me with your tail, I will end your entire family!

Zeezi: Bitch, try it!

Carmilla: Everyone sit down!

Velvette, recording: Can it old lady! This is gonna break the internet!

Clara smacks Velvette in the face with the handle of her spear: Don't talk to my mother like that!

Valentino: Don't smack my costume designer! She's getting blood all over her clothes!

Rosie, sampling: Tasty blood!

Alastor, also taking a taste: Indeed! Have you considered becoming a soup?

Zestial, fed the fuck up, slamming his hands on the table, effectively shutting everyone up.

Zestial: Sit. Down. Now.

Everyone sits down.

~~~

Lucifer: If you make your hot chocolate with water, you're out of the fucking hotel!

Lucifer: If you're lactose intolerant, you can stay but you're on thin ice!

Angel Dust: I just snort the powder because Vagina took my stash.

Lucifer: ...

Lucifer: What the fuck?

~~~

Velvette, kicking through the door to the Overlord meeting: Hello losers!

Carmilla, not looking up from her tea: Hello, problem attendant.

~~~

Valentino, watching Vox freak out because of something Alastor did.

Val: Is it a chocolate pudding at three am type of night?

Vel: Does the day end with 'Y'?

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Charlie: Can you guys get along for five minutes?

Lucifer and Alastor: No!

~~~

Vox and Valentino, aggressively making out in the kitchen.

Velvette: Can I get a waffle?

Valentino, rips his underwear off

Velvette: Can I please get a waffle?!

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Carmilla: I am this close to losing it.

Zestial: Mine dear, there is no room between thine fingers?

Carmilla, watching Vox and Alastor argue viciously while Velvette, Valentino, and Rosie egg them on.

Carmilla: Yep.

~~~

Velvette: Selfie with the fossil!

Velvette, drags Zestial in for a selfie.

Zestial, noticing the filter: What witchcraft is this?

~~~

Vaggie: Okay people! If you're going to have weird food in the fridge, it needs to be labeled as such!

Vaggie: Alastor, that means labeling your demon meat! Angel, that means labeling your edibles!

Nifty, raising her hand: Are my roaches okay?

Vaggie: We're actually going to get you a mini fridge for your room, because your roaches are creeping people out.

~~~

Charlie: I love you.

Vaggie: I love you too.

Pentious, from the wall: AWWWW!

~~~

Carmilla: Acceptable snacks to bring to the Overlords meeting; brownies, candy boards, cheese plates, and veggie trays.

Carmilla: Unacceptable snacks to bring to the Overlords meeting; anything made with demons, magic mushroom cereal bars, and penis shaped gummies.

Zestial, a spider: I am also not a fan of the mint tea.

~~~

Charlie: Okay! I know its funny that Alastor and I can't walk on ice, but that doesn't mean it's okay to freeze the hallway to watch us slip!

~~~

Husk: I have very high standards.

Angel Dust, pulling out a machine gun and opening fire.

Husk: Oh no! He's meeting all my standards!

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starryeyedjanai · 11 months ago

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@steddieholidaydrabbles valentine's day prompt | read on ao3 tags: established relationship, fluff

“Wait, how is it possible that you’ve never had a Valentine’s Day date?” Eddie asks. “You literally dated Nancy for almost a year.”

Steve shrugs. “She was sick that week. I had something planned, but had to cancel. I brought her soup and stayed with her for a little while, but it wasn't really the date I had hoped for, you know?”

In the nine months he and Steve have been dating, Steve has gotten better about asking for what he wants, but he still gets weird about some things though. So Eddie knows he’s bringing this up a couple weeks before Valentine’s Day for a reason—that even though he can’t really say it, he wants to have Valentine’s Day plans with Eddie.

So Eddie starts planning.

His plan starts with breakfast in bed because he doesn't want to take away from whatever Steve’s got planned for dinner — he knows Steve will probably plan something romantic for that.

His suspicions about that are proven right when Steve not so casually asks at the beginning of the week if he has “dinner plans on Saturday” as if Eddie won’t remember that’s the 14th. He plays along and says he doesn't have any plans yet, watching as Steve tries to hide his small smile behind his hand. He’s so fucking cute.

On Valentine’s Day, Eddie wakes up earlier than he has since he graduated high school and makes his way over to Steve's with his supplies.

He lets himself into the house with the key Steve had given him a few months ago and gets to work quietly making breakfast.

He mixes the waffle mix before he puts a pot of coffee on, fiddling with the coffee machine that he’s only used a few times because Steve tends to wake up before him and already have it brewed.

He hums quietly to himself as he cooks the bacon and eggs, the waffles cooking away in the waffle iron.

When the food is done, he grabs the tray he brought with him and arranges flower petals around the plate. He turns to grab a coffee mug and nearly has a heart attack at the sight of Steve leaning against the archway leading into the kitchen.

“How long have you been standing there?” he asks, watching as Steve starts to walk forward towards him.

“A few minutes. I woke up and heard something and figured you must be down here,” Steve says, coming to a stop right in front of Eddie. He’s smiling softly and his eyes are fond and happy and Eddie gets lost in them for a moment before he remembers—

“Wait, no, go back to bed! This is supposed to be breakfast in bed!”

Steve brings a hand up to push Eddie's hair out of his face and cup his neck. He says, “Breakfast in bed is a really sweet idea, but I don't think I could handle the crumbs,” and Eddie groans.

He forgot how much of a stickler Steve is for not having food in his room. “I wanted to be romantic!” he whines, sticking his bottom lip out. Steve swoops in and kisses it softly.

“It was very romantic to wake up to the smell of coffee and come down here to see you singing and cooking me breakfast,” he says, thumb stroking over Eddie's cheek.

Eddie leans into the touch and says, “Go sit at the table and I’ll bring it to you. At least let me have that.”

Steve smiles wider and says, “Okay, love.”

Eddie pours them both a cup of coffee, adding sugar and cream to Steve's, repeating what he’s seen him do countless mornings, before he finishes plating the food.

He grabs the tray and his own plate and brings them to the dining room, setting the tray in front of Steve.

He’s about to go sit in the chair next to him when Steve pulls him into his lap.

Eddie laughs and turns in his lap so he’s sitting sideways and not blocking the food.

“You shaped the eggs like hearts,” Steve says, looking up at Eddie.

Eddie sets his plate down on the table and kisses Steve, soft and slow.

“I think this is the most romantic thing anyone’s ever done for me,” Steve says when he pulls back. His eyes are shining a little.

“You deserve romantic things,” Eddie says, kissing Steve's temple. “You deserve all the romantic things, in fact. I have a whole day of romantic things planned just for you.”

“The whole day?” Steve asks, surprised.

“What, did you think I’d feed you breakfast and then just leave you alone the rest of the day?” Eddie asks with a playful scoff. “We’re gonna eat breakfast and then we’re gonna watch the cheesy romantic comedy I rented. Then we’re gonna go to Lover’s Lake and have a picnic in the back of my van. Then we’ll come back here and I’ll let you have your way with me before you whisk me off to whatever dinner plans you made.”

Steve has the nerve to look caught out at that last bit. “You knew?” he asks, mouth pulled into a cringing smile.

“I know you, darling,” Eddie says, grinning at him. “You’re a romantic.”

“This is going to be the best Valentine’s Day ever, spending the entire day doing what you planned,” Steve says, nuzzling his nose against Eddie’s jaw. “But I hope you know I’m gonna woo you tonight. Sweep you off your feet.”

“Oh, are you now? How do you plan on doing that?” Eddie asks.

“It’s a surprise,” Steve says, voice teasing. He picks up his fork to start eating.

Eddie hums. “No thoughts about the having your way with me part of my plan?”

“Oh I have thoughts. Many, many thoughts,” Steve says, leaning up and pressing a kiss to Eddie's jaw. “I’ll try not to wear you out before dinner.”

Eddie raises an eyebrow at him. “I’m holding you to that, big boy.”

#steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie ficlet #steddieholidaydrabbles #janai.doc

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 7 months ago

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You Make Me Wanna 5

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, age gap, best friend’s dad trope other dark elements. Proceed with caution.

Note: Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

Three times. Walter, Mr. Marshall, Detective, whoever he is that day, has driven by your house three times. Three times that you’ve noticed.

The first time you recognised his car, you were taking out the trash. The second time, you were making sure your siblings got on the bus for school. And the third time, you’re coming out the front door, in uniform as you mentally steel yourself for another day at the grocery store.

You try not to be too obvious as you look for him. You set out on your usual route, a peek here and there over your shoulder, a strategic glance down the street as you turn to cross. Maybe he can stop you for jaywalking. A perfect excuse for him to swing around his weight.

You take out your phone as you come in sight of the plaza with the grocery store at its centre. Still not word from Faye. You really don’t expect her to be the first to reach out. You’re still sore yourself. It isn’t just that she ditched you, again, it’s that she was so quick to believe you sold her out. She knows the way her father is and yet just like him, she assumes you’re in the wrong.

As you approach the front doors of the store, you glance back at the lot. It’s sparse with vehicles, still early enough that stockers work at the shelves and the deli still fills its baskets with slices and salads. You clock in and tie on your apron, taking your vigil behind a till. Debbie leaves you as the sole cashier as she goes to do her counts.

You stare across the store, vision blurring, as the ceiling speakers drone out 80s pop. Your eyes nearly cross at the orbs of colours that form around you; the medley of produce, the smear of labels, and the looming shade of endless aisles. As you detach yourself from the monotony, you’re filled with a cloud of futile acceptance. Every day for the rest of your life.

Last year, you still had hope. You remember you told Faye you could save up and join her at college. That’s definitely not going to happen. You barely saved a nickel. Just like high school, your cheques were spent picking up after your mom’s job hopping. Your siblings can’t go without food or clothes or everything you didn’t have. Even when you get a few staples free from the clearance cart, you’re still paying far too much just to feed the lot.

Chrissie is almost fourteen now. She offered to put in an application but she’s still a few years from all that. Besides, you don’t want her to be like you. Only ever worrying about the empty fridge and your mom’s latest antics.

Zooey is only ten and blissfully unconcerned with anything but anime and drawing in her sketchbook, and your brother, Milo, seven, likes to bring home frogs and snakes. They’re both too young to sense anything is off, though at times, they ask you very pertinent questions about the other kids in their class.

You sigh. You never wanted this life. Against your will, you’ve inherited your mother’s lot. Your siblings need a parent and she’s not willing to be one. So, you’ll just have to ring through eggs and milk for the rest of your life and make sure they aren’t caught in the same bog.

“Hey,” the sharp greeting draws you back.

You blink and shake away the daze. You look over at Mr. Marshall. Not again. You do your best to smooth the worry from your forehead and reach for the sole item on the belt. An excuse, you’re sure.

You can through the breakfast tray of a hardboiled egg, pita, hummus, cheese, and grapes. The beep chirps harshly in your ears as he stares you down over the top of your till. You stifle a yawn as you hover your hand over the buttons.

“That everything?” You ask dully.

“You looked worried,” he moves to lean on the other side of debit machine, where his tray awaits him. “Like maybe you’re keeping secrets.”

You huff, “I told you I haven’t heard from Faye.”

“I didn’t ask.”

“Don’t treat me like I’m stupid,” you snap, “are you going to pay or do you want me to put this back, detective?”

“I’m off duty,” he tilts his head, “night shift.”

“Great, so credit or cash?”

He puffs through his nostrils and squares his jaw, “lot of kids running around your place, huh?”

“No,” you say curtly, “don’t.”

“I’m just tryna figure out where my kid is. Pretty crowded at yours so... maybe she’s somewhere else.”

“Maybe she is,” you utter in exasperation, “but I guess it doesn’t matter how many times I tell you that I don’t know where. You're still going to waste my time. And yours. So, please sir, cash or credit?”

He scoffs and looks around, the place is still desolate, “you got time.”

But you don’t have the patience. You barely keep from the retort. You turn and start tidying the till, distracting yourself as you rearrange your sanitizer and check the bin in case it was missed.

“She’s my daughter. How would you feel if one of your sisters ran off, huh?”

“You don’t get to talk about my sisters,” you turn back to him, “fine, alright, you want evidence, I’ll give you evidence, sir.” You take out your phone and flick through it in frustration, “the last message she sent me was the night we went out.” You turn the screen to him, “she hasn’t texted, she hasn’t called. Happy? Cause I don’t think she’s interested in being my friend anymore. She’s finally outgrown the poor girl.”

You can’t help but throw the phone at him as your emotion wells up, “she was only ever friends with me to piss you off. Like I said, I’m not stupid. I just--” you cut yourself off, “I got work to do.”

You turn back to the screen at your shoulder and brace the cash drawer. You take a slow breath and let it out. You’re embarrassed. He finally did it. He finally got you to crack. You refuse to look at him as he gently places your phone on the counter.

“Got it,” he says softly, “she isn’t with you.” He clears his throat and shifts, “debit.”

You grit your teeth, staring at the screen as you hit the button to activate the pin pad, “go ahead.”

You listen to the beep of each button as he puts in his pin. You wait and the till chimes as the transaction goes through. You rip of the receipt and drop it beside you on the counter without looking. You can hear everything, even the soft noise of him slipping his card back in his wallet. You keep your attention on the monitor.

“Enjoy your breakfast,” he says.

Your furrow your nose as you listen to his footsteps and only turn when you hear the automatic door whoosh. You look down at your phone beside the tray of food, the receipt laid neatly over it. You peek up at the doors and your stomach growls.

His pity is hardly preferable to his spite.

#walter marshall #dark walter marshall #dark!walter marshall #walter marshall x reader #you make me wanna #drabble #series #au #the club #night hunter

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mj0702 · 7 months ago

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For the mean woman. ...

“Bubs…. What are you doing at 3AM in the kitchen?” Lucy asked sleeping as she stumbled into the kitchen

“Couldn’t sleep” you mumbled concentrating on your task at hand measuring some sugar and flower

“Bubs come on” your sister tried to coax you out of the kitchen back to bed

“I need to finish this” you push Lucy to the side grabbing some Lemons and eggs

“It’s 3 in the morning Bubs… you can finish it later” Lucy tried again taking the eggs from your hands

“Gimme that” you snapped at her trying to get back said eggs “I’m in a flow”

“Flow back to bed” your sister said trying to push you out of the kitchen

“Why don’t you go back to bed and stop annoying me” you rolled your eyes

“Don’t come crying to me if you’re tired later… you have gym time with Alexia” Lucy held her hands up in surrender retreating back into her bedroom

“Why doesn’t she get it?” you mumbled to yourself starting to mix ingredients

“What on earth happened in here??” Ona exclaimed shocked seeing the state of her kitchen Lucy looking around the corner smirking

“Bubs couldn’t sleep” your sister said smirking

“And she decided to… wait… is this Coca de San Juan??” the spaniard pointed at a cake that was placed on the kitchen island

“Coca what?” your sister asked confused

“Coca de San Juan… it’s a Catalonian pastry… you had it ah one of our first dates in Barcelona… wait… are these.. Catànies?? What is going on? Where’s y/n??” Ona looked at all the pastry dishes scattered throughout the kitchen between dirty cups, mugs and bowls.

“Dunno… I tried to get her into bed at three…. Wouldn’t come with me” your sister said as she popped one of the small chocolate ball into her mouth “Shit these are good”

“Let me try” your sisters girlfriend said eagerly grabbed one of the small deserts “Ay dios… these are so good…. I can’t believe it”

“She tries to fish for brownie points… be aware… she might want something” Lucy pointed out chewing another Catànie.

“We need to find…” Ona said as you stumbled into the kitchen “… Bebita… bon dia”

You grumbled something inaudible and went straight for the coffee machine groaning even louder when it didn’t do what you wanted. You even went as far as slapping the metal container a few times before Lucy stepped in guiding your whining self away from it while Ona took the task of making coffee for you. When the blonde spaniard came into the living room a few minutes later a steaming cup of coffee in her hand you already where asleep again sitting in your sisters lap koala hugging her.

“What’s up with her?” Ona asked a little confused holding out the Mug to her girlfriend who took it gladly taking a sip before answering

“Don’t really know… but I THINK she’s still working on the aftermath of what happened in Munich” Lucy said lowly not wanting to wake you up

“That was nearly four weeks ago” the blonde spaniard said as she sat down on next to Lucy and you carefully tracing your face with her finger

“And it was nearly four YEARS of bottled up hurt and pain… Izzy on Grey’s Anatomy always baked when she was struggling… maybe Bubs is a real life Izzy” Lucy answered as you sagged even more against her a content sigh leaving your lips

“True… but honestly Luce… what she made is even better than what you get in Cafés here… I wonder where she got the recipes from” Ona mused

“Probably Google” your sister shrugged as she carefully peeled you off her laying you down on the couch so she could get ready for the day

“I swear Alexia… her Catànies are sooooo good” Ona raved and Lucy nodded along for good measure

“I believe you Ona… question is… where is she? We had an appointment in the gym” Alexia said

“Here… taste one” Ona said shoving a container under her captains nose

“Ona…” Alexia said carefully pushing the blondes hand back a little “… we’re in the middle of trai…”

“Uh… Catànies!!!” Mapí exclaimed excited grabbing a handful of the small pralines

“María León” Alexia scolded “Don’t you dare eat them in the middle of training”

“Ay dios… these are GOOD… where did you get then?” Mapí moaned happily after she shoved the whole hand into her mouth ignoring Alexia completely

“Bebita made them” Ona said happily a wide proud smile on her face

“NO WAAAAAY” the tattooed spaniard exclaimed

“WHERE IS THE CARIÑO?!!!” Alexia boomed interrupting the chit chat of her teammates

“On the couch” Lucy said as she walked passed playing upsies with a stray ball

“Why?!” the blonde captain asked

“I tried to get her into bed at 3 but she didn’t want to… so I let her be and this morning she was so dead we left her at home” your sister explained passing the ball to Keira who was on the other side of the field

“We had a gym appointment” Alexia said raising her eyebrow while she aggressively ripped the container with the Catànies out of Onas hands much to Maps disappointment

“Hey” the tattooed spaniard exclaimed trying to get the sweets back

“No… you were eating the whole time…. You’re going to be sick and then you’ll whine how bad you’re feeling and whine even more when I tell you it’s your own fault “ Alexia snapped at her friend

“Because you never have any sympathy for anyone” Mapí huffed but decided to go and find her girlfriend so she could complain about how mean Alexia was

“She was dead on her feet Ale…” Lucy said softly “… she’s still a kid who’s hurting a lot… a day off won’t change anything”

“I’m worried she’ll do something stupid if we don’t keep her occupied “ Alexia said

“I know… and I feel the same Ale… but we can’t keep an eye on her 24/7… she’s a wild one” your sister said smiling a little

“Oh I noticed” Alexia smiled back “… she yelled “Stranger Danger” at Olga the first time they met”

“Yeah… sounds like Bubs” Lucy laughed as she spotted you stumbling through the tunnel “… your date is here Capi”

Alexia turned around to see you stumbling out of the tunnel trying to get your cleat over your foot while hooping on your Jersey inside out a big Bayern Munich logo printed on the shorts you were wearing

“I’m sorry I’m late… they left me behind” you said panting hard as you reached Alexia “As soon as I get my stupid cleat on I’ll run me laps”

“Calm down Cariño…” the blonde answered grabbing your shoulders to ground you “Breath for me… good… again”

You took a few deep breaths before Alexia released her grip on you

“There we are… everything is good okay… no laps… you can go warm up and stretch – properly I might add since you like to keep that task as short as possible and then you can come in for a little kick around okay” Alexia said softly seeing how much it actually stressed you out

“I… I… I… okay” you said a little defeated walking away thinking you disappointed Alexia

“Cariño…” the blonde spaniard called after you “… back”

You immediately turned on your heels slowly walking back to her

“Yeah?” you asked carefully

“I’m not disappointed… I’m not mad… nor am I punishing you… I want you to warm up properly and then come join us at training… if you feel the need for a little gym session afterwards we can do that” Alexia said soft but firm immediately knowing where your head went

“And we’ll get you some different shorts… supporting the enemy…” she winked at you and you looked down noticing the logo

“Yeah well… I was way behind the enemy lines… had to take a trophy piece” you smirked as Alexia lightly slapped your ass signaling you to go warm up

“Come on Lucy” you yelled laughing “Even blind Grandma T would’ve made that goal… Carata Kid was WAY off her line”

“Excuse me??!!!!” your sister exclaimed shocked but everyone heard she was just playing along

“You’re shit… I don’t know why they pay you so much money” you laughed but then squealed as you saw your sister running at you

“Come here you semen demon” Lucy yelled as she was chasing after you

You where cutting through the players and staff laughing loudly even going so far playing catch around Aitana who stood there frozen in place. Everyone was laughing until Jona whistled loudly putting a halt on your little game.

“So Bebita… where did you get the recipe for the Catànies from?” Ona asked you in the locker room where you currently were changing for gym time with Alexia

“Which what where?” you looked at her confused

“The Catànies” the blonde spaniard answered

“Huh?!” you asked even more confused by the second

“The chocolate thingies you made last night” Lucy clarified huffing

“Oh… no recipe… Luce brought them Home one night and I just tried to recreate the flavor and texture” you shrugged nonchalantly pulling on your shoes before standing up and leaving

“What did she mean “no recipe”??” Ona looked at Lucy confused

“Don’t ask me… I don’t know what she’s talking about half the time” your sister shrugged

“Keira?” the blonde spaniard turned to her friend

“Bitsy is good like that… just accept it” Keira waved off

“But these are SO good… how can she make them without a recipe???” Ona tried to understand how you made something this tasty without any help

“Don’t question it Ona… Bitsy does a lot of things nobody understands” Keira said

“Buenos Aitanas!!!” you yelled happily pushing open the gym doors

“Didn’t I tell you over and over and OVER again to not call it “Buenos Aitanas also…” Alexia rolled her eyes “… inside voice”

“Someone is short of an orgasm” you mumbled to yourself pulling a face at Alexia

“Mind to repeat that so I understand it as well??” the spanish captain asked raising an eyebrow

“I said let’s get started… I have a pool and a nice bottle of red waiting for me” you smiled sweetly

“I know you haven’t said that… I also know you won’t touch a bottle of red until you’re 18 at least… I’ll make sure of it�� Alexia said but pointed to the pull up bar

“Yeah well Lucy wanted me to die a virgin… didn’t work out…” you said before jumping a little bit to get to the bar

“I’m not interested in your virginity… now come on… concentrate on your breathing…. 3 sets of 10… take your time… I want you to at least take 2 seconds between each pull up… 3 minutes between every set” Alexia said firmly and saw how your energy changed immediately as you started to focus on your task

“Good Cariño… that was very good” Alexia said proudly crouching next to your head “… you want to continue?”

“Give me a minute” you panted out hard sweat covering your body “I can do more”

“Okay and we’re going to stop right here” Alexia said immediately recognizing your competitiveness

“What why??” you sat up your breathing still fast and Alexia pushed you back into a laying position

“Because your statement is acted on competitiveness and not on your health… we’re here to stabilize and strengthen your knee… not to set you back” the blonde captain said firmly her hand on your chest and with the little pressure she provided you immediately felt calmer

“Gracias mamá” you closed your eyes while your breathing calmed down – you knew Alexia was right

“I’m too young to be your mother… also… you’re an impossible task … that wouldn’t happen if you were mi niña… you would be so well behaved” Alexia chuckled

“Lucy tried her best… like with that own goal at… wherever you guys were” you waved off your eyes still closed and Alexia started laughing

#ona batlle x reader #mapi leon x reader #barca femeni #woso image #alexia putellas x reader

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carbonationmachine · 11 months ago

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A Guide to Making Paper Egg Trays for Sustainability

In today’s world, where environmental sustainability is paramount, the need for eco-friendly packaging solutions is more critical than ever. Paper egg trays offer a sustainable alternative to traditional plastic or foam packaging, providing a biodegradable and recyclable option for protecting eggs during transportation and storage. This post serves as a comprehensive guide how to make paper egg…

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#egg tray #Egg Tray Machine #egg tray making #Egg tray making machine #paper egg tray

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steadycollectiveface · 2 years ago

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The process of utilizing this egg tray molding line to produce egg trays mainly involves pulp preparation, pulp storage, pulp mixing, tray molding, and tray drying. Each stage of this egg tray processing line requires relatively low energy consumption, and the operation methods are simple.

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whimsigothwitch · 1 year ago

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Samhain Cinnamon Rolls

Because Samhain/Halloween is in exactly a week from now, I am sharing a Cinnamon roll recipe with you all! These cinnamon rolls are super soft and sweet, perfect for celebrating Samhain or during spooky movie nights.

Witchy tips during baking:

Mix clockwise and say your intentions for the rolls out loud, this could be "I welcome abundance into my life with open arms.", "I embrace the blessings of the harvest and celebrate the abundance it brings." or if you plan to share the rolls with friends and family: "May these cinnamon rolls nurture the bonds of love and friendship among us."

When you sprinkle the spices into the cake, do this clockwise and say each correspondence out loud as you do this: Cinnamon: for love, and warmth Cardamom: for attraction and harmony.

Ingredients:

For the dough:

500 grams of plain wheat

1 packet (or 7 grams) of instant yeast

200ml milk/water

1 egg

75 grams of soft butter

80 grams of light brown sugar

1 tsp cardamom (optional)

For the filling:

150 grams of dark brown sugar

80 grams of soft butter

3 tbs cinnamon

Mix all the dry ingredients with the wet ones, knead the dough for 15 minutes by hand or for 10 minutes if you have an machine.

After kneading, form a ball with the dough and let it rest on a warm place covered with a towel.

Meanwhile make the filling for the rolls, and store in the fridge.

After an hour, the dough should have been doubled in size. Form a rectangle and use a rolling pin to flatten it (1/1,5 cm thick).

Spread the filling over the rolled out dough and roll the dough up.

Use an knife and cut the dough in 10 equal rolls, place these in a round or square oiled baking mold/ or on a baking tray.

Bake for 15-20 minutes on 200c (392F).

OPTIONAL! Icing! Mix powdered sugar with a squeeze of lemon juice, mix well and pour over the rolls once cooled down.

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friendship-ditch · 23 days ago

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Gift

Carol Aird x Fem!Reader ✼

Summary: After finding out she must spend the holidays without Rindy, you try to make sure your girlfriend Carol still has a good Christmas.

Warnings/Notes: Weaker plot line but lots of fluff. Merry Christmas!!! I hope y'all enjoyed these 4 Carol fics to celebrate Carol month <3 and that you have a happy holiday, or just day in general

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“350.”

“Alright.”

“No, wait, make it 360. The oven is old, it doesn’t work as well as it used to.”

“360… got it.” You flicked the dial on the oven and the machine began to preheat. “What next?”

Carol lifted her eyes from the recipe, running her tongue across her lip. She checked ingredients off the list with the invisible writing of her finger. “Would you be a dear and grab the butter and an egg? I’ll grab the sugar.”

“Got it.”

The two of you piled everything onto the counter and stood back to admire your work. It was originally Rindy’s idea to make gingersnap cookies but since the girl was now with her father the plan had been forgotten. Until you found the recipe in the breakfast nook and presented it to Carol with puppy eyes.

“Perfect.” The older woman draped an apron over your shoulders and tied it for you in the back. She adjusted her own apron and handed you a big bowl. “Sift the dry ingredients, I’ll start with the wet stuff.”

“How many will this make?”

“60.”

“Enough for a whole community.”

Carol flashed you a look. “To be fair, we were expecting a lot of company. Mother Nature–and Harge–hand other plans.”

You’d gotten an invitation last week in the mail for a little Christmas party that Carol was going to host on Christmas eve. As the heavy blizzard sent in the phone blew up with messages from everybody apologizing that they wouldn’t be able to make it. You were worried Carol would be upset but when you had to stand back and watch Harge come and take Rindy days before he was supposed to, you figured it was for the best there were no other viewers.

Carol locked herself away in the bathroom for 15 minutes afterwards and came out looking refinished, though her eyes were a little red. She was muttering and at first stiffened at your hug, though she sank into your arms almost immediately afterwards.

“Mm… more for us, then.” You smiled at her. “I haven’t had these cookies in years.”

“They’re Rindy’s favorites.”

“Smart girl.”

“She is… I don’t understand where she gets it, though. Neither Harge or I are too bright.”

Carol insisted on mixing the batter while you turned on one of her old Christmas records. You turned it up pretty loudly and came back to a little ball of dough held on the tip of Carol’s finger. “Try it.”

“Are you trying to poison me?” You teased as you took the dough and examined it beneath the light.

Rolling her eyes, Carol popped a bit of the mix into her mouth to prove it was safe to eat. Then she nudged you with her hip. “Try it, y/n.”

You did as she asked, then immediately went back for more.

“Maybe we should just forget about baking them. I almost think they’re better raw.” You sat on the counter, wrapping your legs around Carol’s waist and pulling her close as you held some more of the dough to her lips.

Carol let you feed her before shutting you up with a quick kiss. “Raw egg, silly.” She cooed. “We don’t want to spend Christmas sick.”

Your hands found the back of her head, thumbs tucked beneath her jaw. “You sure? I’m willing to risk it.”

“No.”

“Boring.” Before Carol could reply, you kissed her again, sucking out whatever response she had from her brain. When you broke the kiss, you planted one on her forehead, then her cheek. “Fine. Let's get these into the oven, then. I can’t wait any longer.”

“You’re as bad as Rindy.” Carol helped you off the counter. “Maybe worse.”

The both of you just giggled and got to work rolling the rest of the dough. Carol flattened each ball with her thumb and you sprinkled it with cinnamon and sugar. Then the trays were popped into the oven and the two of you passed the time cleaning up.

Carol took the cookies out when they finished and you both retreated to the living room and ate more than half of them.

“I don’t think I’ll ever eat another cookie again.” Carol undid the belt on her dress. Her half-lidded eyes watched you go put another record on. “I wonder if they’d last in the mail.”

“Probably not.” You nudged the curtains aside and peered out at the rapidly piling snow. There was a unanimous decision that you’d be staying the night, but that was made way before you were actually snowed in. Now you just had even more reason not to leave. “I’ll happily take the cookies.”

“Now?”

“No, but if you don’t want them, I’ll take them home.”

“If you can ever leave.” Carol mumbled as she set the lid back on the cookie jar. She groaned when you reached and tugged her arm. “Come on, don’t make me stand.”

You pulled her to her feet anyway, slipping your shoulders beneath her arms and wrapping your own arms around her hips. You’d found a record of slower Christmas songs which now played gently from the corner of the room.

Carol’s head fell onto your shoulder and her breath tickled your neck. “I’m glad you’re here.” She whispered softly, sinking into you. “I don’t think I could bear spending Christmas alone.”

“Nobody should.” You huffed. “Harge is just an ass.”

“I had no idea.”

“I can tell.” You reached a hand to gently tussle her hair, lovingly messing up the perfect waves.

Carol hummed, too content to fight. “He wasn’t always that bad. We loved each other once. There was a time when he was head over heels for me…”

“Were you the same?”

For a moment, Carol tensed up, then she sighed. Her lips pressed a gentle kiss to your neck. “I don’t want to talk about it.” She whispered. “It makes me sad. I don’t want to be sad. I’m sad too often.”

You squeezed her middle, rocking her slowly from side to side in time with the music. “Alright. I don’t like saying his name anyway…”

“Me either.” Carol chuckled weakly, then squealed as you picked her up. “Hey!”

You carried her to the couch while laughing. She managed to kick off the arm and send you both flying onto it, her landing on top of you. With the grace and mannerisms of a cat, Carol sprawled out atop your body with a happy hum.

“Someones cuddly…” You teased. She only ever acted like this when she was drunk.

“I just want to forget for a while.” Carol mumbled into your shirt. Her fingers dug into the fabric and she nuzzled her face into your neck. “It’s hard to be happy sometimes, you’re one of the few reasons I remember what it’s like.”

Your fingers combed through her hair. It wasn’t uncommon for Carol to slip into depressive states, especially during the holidays, but it broke your heart every time it happened. You didn’t blame her though. This was the second year in a row she’d been promised the holidays with Rindy, only to have her taken away. You’d seen it happen both times. It was like a horror movie; the resignation in her eyes and trembling lip as Harge took her daughter away; the sadness in her voice as she said goodbye; the way her hands anxiously clasped together as she watched them drive away.

Carol didn’t get to see Rindy much anymore. What little time she did, she treasured like gold. But it wasn’t often. Hell, she didn’t even get to spend Rindy’s birthday with her until a few weeks later.

“Don’t tell me you’re sorry.” Carol cut you off. Her voice was muffled against your shirt. Something hot splattered against the fabric, followed by another drop. “Please…”

“I wasn’t going to.” You slipped a hand beneath her face and lifted it up to see her beautiful yet teary face. You lifted her head and cupped her cheek. “I was actually going to kiss you.”

“Don’t be cheeky with me.” Squeezing her eyes shut, Carol pressed her face into your palm. “I-I can’t…” Her voice faltered.

You kissed the tip of her nose and her eyes fluttered open. “Would a kiss help?”

“...maybe.”

Her lips were salty with tears when they met yours, but she sank into the kiss with a soft sob. You turned onto your side and she rolled off of you and to your side, back meeting the back cushions of the couch. Your arms hooked around her middle and she did the same before kissing you again.

After she’d exhausted herself, she tucked her head beneath yours and whimpered like an abandoned puppy until her tears ran out. She clung to your shirt, fiddling with the buttons.

“Are you tired?” You murmured.

“Yes but…” Carol wiped her face, her head now on your chest as you cuddled on the couch. “I don’t want to go to bed sad.”

“How can I make you happy?”

“Get us some wine.. and.dance with me again.”

So that’s how the two of you ended up slow dancing in the living room once more.

With her permission, you broke out a bottle of fancy wine and the two of you drank a glass or so. Now the cups were abandoned on the coffee table as you two stood by the fireplace.

You let Carol choose the music and she blasted it as loud as she could. Her head was glued to your shoulder, arms around you in a warm, possessive embrace.

Tracing unnamed shapes across your back, Carol hummed along to the tunes that were playing. The two of you danced until her feet ached and you slipped her shoes off. Then you danced until the record finished.

“Should I start it again?” You murmured.

“No.” Carol yawned. “I’m asleep on my feet.”

“Happy enough to go to bed?”

“Almost.” Carol lifted her head, her nose brushing against yours as she gazed into your eyes. She gave you one long but gentle kiss, then pulled away. “Better.”

When you picked her up, she didn’t fight this time. You carried her upstairs to her bedroom and placed her on the bed. While she was in the bathroom tidying up, you searched for her favorite silk pajamas.

“You’re a nosy little thing.” Carol yawned from the doorway. She’d cleaned the makeup from her face and abandoned her jewelry.

“Hang on.” You fished the pajamas out and grinned. “For you, my lady. Please, sit on the bed.”

A look of amusement crossed Carol’s tired face but she was too weary to protest. She plopped down on the edge of her bed as you unzipped her dress and pulled it over her head. You unhooked her bra, taking a moment to study the constellations of freckles on her back. When she shivered you helped her slip the silk top on, then changed her bottoms.

You slipped into your own pajamas and your limbs tangled with each other beneath the comforter.

You glanced at the clock. 12:00 am.

“Merry Christmas.” You murmured softly to the other woman who was half asleep.

Her blue eyes fluttered open and with a groan, she looked over her shoulder at the clock. After reading the time, a small smile spread across her lips. “Merry Christmas, y/n.”

The next day, you woke up alone. The mattress beside you was cold. Carol had been gone for a while. You reached for the blanket on the end of the bed but then realized it was already missing.

“Carol?” You called, peering out of the room and down the hall. You padded across the carpet and peered down the stairs.

Carol was sitting on the floor in front of the tree, staring up at it like a little kid. You couldn’t see her face but you knew it was solemn. She was reminiscing memories of Christmas mornings with Rindy when her little girl would wake her up with joyful giggles and drag both her and Harge down the stairs to tear apart the presents.

Now, the house was so quiet you could almost hear the snowfall outside. The present pile beneath the tree decreased to a few gifts you and Carol bought for each other and wrapped last night. Rindy’s presents had been tucked into the closet. It was lit but the warm glow was canceled out by the cold white light from outside.

If Carol heard you coming down the stairs, she didn’t show it. She didn’t even look at you until she felt your hand on her shoulder.

“What are you doing?” You knelt at her side and kissed the side of her head.

Beneath the thin blanket, she looked so small… She shivered a little and tucked herself into your side. “I’m not too sure, honestly.” She admitted quietly. “I woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep… it’s too quiet.”

“I can turn the music on.”

“No… don’t.” Carol grabbed your wrist weakly. “Just sit with me.”

“Okay.”

You sat with her for a while, the two of you gazing up at the tree as Carol sank further and further into your warmth. There were a few times she tried to speak but her voice broke or her train of thought went off the rails, so she remained silent.

Once it hit eight or so, you nuzzled her cheek. “Let’s open presents.”

Carol didn’t disagree, so you both got your loads and sat down. You each got three things for the other and took turns opening.

The older woman had bought you a very soft and fuzzy blanket, a beautiful wooden hairbrush, and a plushie the two of you had joked about after seeing it in a store. It was meant to be a squirrel with the word Christmas written on it, but the letters had gotten jumbled somehow in production so it read: Chstimas instead. You and Carol spent hours trying to figure out how to pronounce it, then would say it randomly, causing the other to burst into giggles.

You had no idea how Carol had managed to find the item as the last time you went shopping it was gone. The only thing you could figure was that she’d bought it that day and hid it… which would explain the strong scent of her perfume.

“Oh, Carol.” You giggled, cuddling the plushie close to your chest. “I love him.”

“I know.” A faint smile graced Carol’s lips at seeing you happy. She kissed your cheek in return, then turned back to her last present.

You’d gotten her some cozy slippers, a new record, and a large rectangle that was still wrapped. She’d pepped up a bit now and gave you a mischievous smile before tearing the paper off.

The gasp that left her would’ve been alarming had you not known what she unwrapped.

Inside was a beautiful homemade frame, the edges covered in golden wire in the shape of flowers and leaves, Carol’s favorite flowers. And on the inside was a photo of Carol and Rindy at the Christmas tree farm the tree of you stopped at.

Delicately, Carol ran her finger over the glass, eyes misty. She stared at the present for a minute straight, mouth part way open. Then she finally looked up at you.

“You did this just to make me cry.” Carol murmured in a shaky voice. She turned the frame over, finding the date written by you, and Merry Christmas in Rindy’s handwriting. That was enough to push her over the edge.

She set the frame aside and sank into your arms with a little whimper. You chuckled and held her tight until her shaking stopped. “I didn’t do it to make you cry… though I did think that would happen.”

“It did. It definitely did.” Carol wiped her face as she pulled away. “Ugh… I look like a mess. I’m sorry, y/n, I feel like all I’ve done this Christmas is cry.”

You cupped her face and chuckled again. “It’s okay. I got to spend it with you. That’s all I care about.”

Carol looked like she wanted to say something else but she couldn’t find her voice without it breaking. She just laughed and then kissed you so quickly you both fell onto the floor.

“I love you.” Carol murmured repeatedly against your lips. She curled up in your arms and gazed into your eyes as though they were meant to be in a museum. Her finger traced the contours of your face gently. “I love you so much… you’re the best Christmas present I’ve ever gotten.”

“Now you’re going to make me cry…” You chuckled, pressing your forehead into hers.

“Join the party.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

You both giggled and kissed once more. Then Carol just pulled her blanket over your bodies and you cuddled beneath the tree well into the morning.

“What do you want for breakfast?” You finally asked after a while, fingers tangled in her messy golden locks.

Her breath was gentle against your face, a soft reminder of her presence and the heavy adoration in the air.

“Anything but cookies.”

“Damn it. There goes my plan out the window.”

Carol giggled. “How about pancakes? We have some chocolate chips…”

“Now you’re talking.” You both sat up and stretched, sore from laying on the cold carpet. “Pancakes and hot cocoa?”

Carol was about to reply when the phone rang. You both exchanged a glance and Carol hauled herself to her feet, dreading the worst, some angry relative that slipped her mind or a scam call.

You settled in the kitchen, pulling the ingredients out when you heard Carol gasp. “Who is it?” You stuck your head out the doorway.

“Rindy!” Carol mouthed, almost so happy she could cry. There wasn’t a single trace of sadness left in her eyes, just love and relief.

You pumped your fist in the air in celebration then returned to the kitchen to let her speak in private. When she finished she rushed into the kitchen. You yelped when she practically clung onto you from behind like a monkey.

“Rindy says Merry Christmas.” Carol murmured against your back, squeezing you as tight as she could. “She’s a little upset she couldn’t open my presents but I promised once she comes back she can open them. That we can all open them together.”

“That’s sweet.”

“Isn’t it? I don’t know where she gets it…”

“I think I do.” You chuckled softly and she squeezed you tight. “I’m glad she called. Seeing you happy is an even better Christmas gift.”

“Y/n, I’m going to cry.”

Abandoning the pancakes, you turned and pulled her into the tightest hug you could. Carol squealed and you laughed. You spun her around until your arms ached and then finally set her down.

You two made and ate the pancakes, then curled up on the couch beneath your new fuzzy blanket. Carol tucked her feet into her new slippers and you hugged the plushie. You were both rather tired from getting up early and fell asleep snuggling, a Christmas special on tv.

#x reader #carol aird x y/n #carol aird x reader #carol aird #carol #carol 2015 #christmas #cate blanchett x reader #cate blanchett

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