#graham cracker sticks

[princessacexsnake]

Gangreen Gang all enjoying s'mores dip together here!

Made by me! (x)

[why-bless-your-heart]

I'm grateful that there are programs like food pantries and meals on wheels and suchlike, but also like. There's a reason people have such a strong preference for choosing their own groceries.

Unrelated, does anyone have some recipes to use up quite honestly ludicrous quantities of lentils.

[space-station-nursery]

◜ 🍯𓂃 Little Snacks! ‧ 🧃◞

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People regress to all ages from infancy to young teen years, check out these snacks ideas and if there are any you'd like to try!

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⧼ 1 ⧽ Infancy/baby [0-2]

Yogurt melts teething waifers puff cereal [apple cinnamon ones are my favorite from gerber] puff cheetos dry cereal [as long as its not too sugary!] baby food pouches/apple sause/yogurt pouches finely cut fruit!

⧼ 2 ⧽ Toddlers [2-4]

Soft granola bars apple Sause/yogurt pouches Cheese sticks [string cheese] Crackers/goldfish dry cereal pretzels mini bagels yogurt tubes Graham Crackers Mini ravioli from Gerber

⧼ 3 ⧽ Kiddos [5-9] DO NOT RE-WRITE OR POST AS OWN

Teddy grahams/Scooby snacks Fruit snacks Single serving chip bags Frosted animal cookies trail mix Simple/easy sammiches Fruit slices[apples, oranges]/Whole fruit [berries] Fruit cups veggies and dip Anything you may have eaten during this age!

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Fact OTD: Sharks do not have bones! They are a special type of fish known as "elasmobranchs", which translates into fish made of cartilaginous tissues

[itzpookiepooh]

My Boyfriend vs His Mouth

This trend but funnier (and nicer)

Caleb was sassy no lie but he was also random for the most part. He was especially random in the middle of the night when he was getting sleepy. You were in the car getting sleepy after a road trip with Caleb when he decided to speak.

“Deers have the survival instincts of a graham cracker.” He blurted his eyes not leaving the road. You sit up and look over at him.

“Uh—sure. I guess…” You mumble with confusion. What is he talking about? You side eye him before relaxing again.

“Also do you see people on the side of the road when you drive at night?” He asks making you fully turn to him.

“Caleb pull over. You’re done.” You stated firmly. You drove the rest of the way while he kept you company with his randomness.

Xavier, you, and Jeremiah were sitting in the car. The heat was high today making everyone a bit on edge. You were fanning yourself as you all waited for the air to circulate. Jeremiah was all for sunny days and the heat wasn’t bothering him so he kept asking questions.

Everyone knows not to ask questions in this heat. Unfortunately Jeremiah asked a melting Xavier another question.

“Can you hand me that charger?” He asked you making Xavier side eye him.

“Can you see it?” Xavier asked Jeremiah making Jeremiah’s eyebrows scrunch.

“Yes?” He answered making Xavier nod slowly.

“So you can do it yourself correct?” He sassed making you hit his chest. You handed Jeremiah the cord and glared at Xavier.

“Be nice.” You whisper harshly. “I’m trying.” He mumbles softly as he shuts his eyes.

“Also can you turn the air up a bit?” Now it was your turn to look at him crazy. Your eyes shifted to Xavier who was already pulling his sword.

“Xavier no!”

“Cutie, sweetie, and patootie are all such cute little names.” You coo to Sylus who nods. He holds his finger up to add to what you said.

“And die.” He stated making the room go silent as you stare at him with exhaustion.

“Do you ever think positively?” You sighed softly as you nods.

“Only on my days off.” He said making you face palm and slide down the couch.

Rafayel was talking with one of the elders at the event who was being pretty rude. Rafayel was already very irritated with the summers heat today so hearing this man drone on and on about art he wasn’t going to buy was exhausting.

“I also don’t think this red went well with the contrast of orange.” Rafayel sighed dramatically making you grip his arm tightly. He has a mouth on him and you know it.

“If I wanted to hear white noise I would’ve turned on my sound machine.” He bluntly told the man making his jaw drop.

“Rafayel—“ He continued before you could finish, “And you’re—“ You cover his mouth before giving a polite smile to everyone else.

“He’s just a bit…overstimulated? We gotta go.” You drag him and his sassy mouth away from the crowd.

“I wish this ibuprofen would kick in.” You mumble as you lean into the couch.

“It’s trying to figure out what to work on first.” He said without missing a beat. You slowly turn to him and look around.

“Are you saying that something’s wrong with me?” You question as he stops what he’s doing to look at you.

“No, it tries to stick to the problem.” He explained making you cross your arms.

“So I’m the problem?” You ask before Zayne blankly stares at you. He was going to give you what you were asking for.

“Yes.” He said bluntly. Your jaw dropped as you clutched your chest. “Zayne!”

This was a bit challenging but I wanted to try and have them do sassy remarks

[wvyik]

S’MORE THAN YOU CAN HANDLE.

dean winchester x fem! reader

ꕤ summary: dean takes you on a ‘proper date’ which apparently involves fire, sugar, and him trying to one-up you in marshmallow roasting.

♯ warnings: fluff, banter, marshmallow chaos, sticky kisses, fire safety violations, dean being competitive over s’mores, reader nearly burning the forest down (affectionate), pre-established relationship, idiots in love.

♯ notes: this is just soft chaos and sweet nothings by the fire. dean’s a menace. you love him anyway. thank you for reading, I hope this made you smile!

You’re halfway convinced this is just an excuse for Dean to play with fire and eat chocolate, but you’re not mad about it.

The Impala’s parked near this little clearing he found off a back road, far enough from town that it’s quiet except for the crickets and the occasional owl that hoots like it’s judging you. He’s got a fire going like it’s second nature, and you’re sitting on a worn blanket, legs stretched out in front of you, hoodie zipped halfway up, and Dean’s flannel draped over your shoulders because “you always steal it anyway, might as well make it official.”

He’s crouched in front of the fire now, focused like he’s defusing a bomb, turning a marshmallow slowly over the flames. His tongue is poking out a little in concentration and it’s so unnecessarily cute, you’re kind of obsessed.

“You’re taking this very seriously,” you note, eyebrows raised.

Dean doesn’t even look at you. “Sweetheart, if we’re doin’ this, we’re doin’ it right. No charred marshmallow nonsense. I have standards.”

You lean back on your hands, grinning. “Okay, Gordon Ramsay. Impress me.”

“Oh, I will.”

A minute later, he’s stacking the marshmallow between graham crackers with a square of chocolate that’s already melting in the fire’s heat. He finishes and holds it out to you like it’s a priceless gift. “For you, m’lady.”

You snort, “I feel so honored.” as you take a dramatic bite, your eyes widen. “Oh my gosh. This is amazing.”

Dean puffs his chest like a smug golden retriever. “Told ya. Ten outta ten.”

“Okay, my turn,” you say, already grabbing your stick. “Let’s see if I can live up to your high-class marshmallow standards.”

You try to mimic what he did, but yours catches on fire almost immediately, burning like a tiny marshmallow torch.

“Whoa—oh my God—” You start flailing the stick around like you can put it out by waving. Dean’s already laughing, grabbing the stick from your hand and blowing on it dramatically until the flames die.

“You were supposed to toast it, not summon Satan,” he teases, dropping the blackened marshmallow into the grass.

“I panicked!” you cry, laughing so hard your stomach hurts. “It escalated fast!”

Dean’s grinning at you, full dimples, all bright eyes and boyish charm. He brushes his fingers through your hair quickly, like he just can’t help touching you. “You’re dangerous with a sugar stick, babe.”

You stick your tongue out at him. “You still love me.”

He smirks. “That’s true. But I’m making your s’mores from now on. For safety reasons.”

You roll your eyes, but let him build another one for you anyway. This time, you feed it to him, smearing chocolate on his lip on purpose just so you can lean in and kiss it off, giggling against his mouth.

He licks his lips afterwards, and like he’s in heaven— flops back onto the blanket. “You’re killin’ me, woman.”

You crawl over and lay beside him, resting your head on his chest while he steals another marshmallow straight from the bag and pops it into his mouth. He offers you one too; no stick, no roasting, just plain and pillowy, and you take it with a happy little hum.

The stars are crazy bright, the fire’s still crackling, and Dean’s arm curls around you like he was made to fit there.

And sure, your fingers are sticky, your hoodie smells like smoke, and there’s chocolate on your jeans, but it’s still the best night ever.

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[daycare-care]

Campcore/camping activity batch!

coloring pages

ACTIVITY PAGES

QUESTS:

Tent Time Setup

Story: Your plushie friends are ready to go camping — but first they need a tent! Quest:

Set up a real tent, blanket fort, or play tent.

Fill it with pillows, sleeping bags, books, and a lantern or flashlight.

Add a plushie “camp crew” to join you.

🧸 Indoor Tip: Use string lights or a star projector for night-sky vibes!

Nature Explorer’s Checklist

Story: You're a nature explorer on a quest to find hidden treasures! Quest (Pick 5 to find):

A stick that looks like a wand

A smooth rock

A yellow leaf or something shaped like a heart

Something fuzzy or soft (like moss or plush!)

A bug or bug toy (or draw one!)

🌼 At Home Tip: Hide toy "nature finds" around your room or current campsite, and go on a pretend hike!

Campfire Story Time

Story: It’s time to gather 'round the campfire for stories! Quest:

Use paper to draw or build a pretend fire (or use a safe light-up one).

Make up a gentle camping story — like a teddy bear lost in the woods who finds his way home.

Read a book aloud, or ask a caregiver/stuffed friend to “tell one.”

💡 Optional Add-On: Use a flashlight under your chin for dramatic “spooky” (but safe!) story time.

Make S’mores or Camp Snacks

Story: The forest café is serving special campfire treats! Quest:

Make real or pretend s’mores:

Graham crackers + marshmallow + chocolate

OR mini marshmallows and chocolate spread on toast/crackers

Add trail mix, gummy worms, or fruit cups.

🧺 No fire? Use marshmallow fluff, Nutella, or even draw paper s’mores for plushies!

Star Gazer’s Mission

Story: You're looking for constellations and magical sky patterns. Quest:

Lay down and look at the real stars OR use stickers, fairy lights, or ceiling stars.

Draw your own constellation and name it (like “The Teddy Star” or “Bugshine”).

Make a “Star Chart” to hang in your tent.

🪐 Cozy Add-On: Play soft ambient night sounds or music.

Forest Ranger Rescue

Story: A baby animal plushie is lost and needs your help! Quest:

Hide a small stuffed animal somewhere in your space.

Use clues or a map to “rescue” it.

Bring it back to your tent and take care of it.

🍼 Roleplay Add-On: Give it a name, feed it, wrap it in a blanket, and say it's safe now.

Camp Badge Quest

Story: You’re earning your first plushie ranger badge! Quest:

Complete 3 of the other quests.

Make your own paper or sticker badge.

“Pin” it to your blanket, plushie, or a lanyard.

🎖️ Optional: Print or draw a full sheet of badges (e.g., Tent Builder, Snack Maker, Animal Helper, Star Spotter, etc.)

(BONUS: badge sheet)

Snacks and drinks

🍫 1. No-Fire S’mores

You’ll Need:

Graham crackers

Marshmallow fluff (or mini marshmallows)

Chocolate spread (or chocolate chips)

How to Make:

Spread chocolate on one graham cracker.

Add fluff or a marshmallow.

Top with another cracker — squish and enjoy!

💡 Microwave Option: Microwave for 10–15 seconds if you want it warm and gooey.

🐻 2. Trail Mix Bear Bites

You’ll Need:

Pretzels

Chocolate chips or yogurt chips

Cereal (like Cheerios or mini puffs)

Dried fruit or mini marshmallows

Teddy Grahams or bunny crackers

How to Make:

Mix all ingredients in a bowl.

Serve in a cup or bag — perfect for exploring or pretend hikes!

🧸 Play Option: Share with plushie friends or make a “Ranger Snack Pack!”

🧺 4. Cozy Camp Banana Boats (No Fire Version!)

You’ll Need:

Banana

Chocolate chips

Mini marshmallows

Peanut butter (or sunbutter, optional)

How to Make:

Peel banana halfway and slice it lengthwise.

Stuff with choclate chips, marshmallows, and the butter of your choice.

Microwave for 15–20 seconds or eat as-is for a soft, gooey treat!

💛 At Home: Wrap it in foil to pretend it’s cooked over a campfire.

🌌 5. Starry Night Hot Cocoa

You’ll Need:

Hot cocoa or warm milk

Mini marshmallows

Star-shaped sprinkles or blue whipped cream (optional)

How to Make:

Make your cocoa.

Add marshmallows and sprinkles.

Snuggle in a blanket and sip during star-gazing time.

⭐ Extra Cozy: Serve in a camp-themed mug or thermos!

🍓 6. Berry Forest Juice

You’ll Need:

Grape or cranberry juice

Splash of lemonade

Sliced strawberries or blueberries

How to Make:

Mix the juices in a cup.

Add fruit and ice for a fancy forest punch.

🍃 Pretend Name: “Bearberry Brew” or “Plush Patrol Potion!”

🔥 7. Toasted Marshmallow Milkshake

You’ll Need:

Vanilla or chocolate ice cream

Milk

Marshmallow fluff or toasted marshmallows

How to Make:

Blend ice cream, milk, and a big scoop of fluff.

Pour in a cup and top with whipped cream and crushed graham cracker.

🎀 Silly Add-On: Drink it with a bendy straw and call it a "Camp Café Special!"

[razzafrazzle]

it won't give you diseases! (allegedly)

[imagine description: a picture of a fake product box featuring bill cipher from gravity falls for "Bill Nog". the box has a painted image of a glass of eggnog with a cinnamon stick and bill cipher-shaped graham cracker in it, and with bill floating behind it. "bill nog" is written out in big bubble letters with the tagline "IT KINDA SUCKS!" below it. another tagline says "Arguably a Beverage". in the corners are a logo that says "General Bills", the net weight of 1016.05 kilograms, and the nutrition facts of "9000 Calories", "2 grams of Uranium", 180 degrees", and "69 grams of Nice". end id]

[cowboybeepboop]

Hidden Passion

"I don't think I'm ever gonna forget this night, darlin'. You've been drivin' me crazy for way too damn long."

Pairing: Scott Miller x fem! Reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 5200

Summary: Kate invites you along to the group's camping trip and you’ve decided you finally have had enough of Scott’s indifference to you.

Warnings: p in v sex, semi public, unprotected sex, jealous Scott bc I like him jealous

A/n: I’m having fun with all the twisters smut 😭 hopefully you all enjoy. At some point I’m gonna write some more top gun maverick stuff. But as always, let me know if you have any ideas/requests for me 🤗

Boone is your twin brother, which means that you spend all of your time following him and his friends around. Because you’re the ‘responsible’ twin and mostly because his friends really know how to have fun.

Regardless, Boone has been extra careful bringing you around because he’s under the impression that you have a thing for Tyler. So of course when Kate invited you along to their camping trip you just knew you were going to get on his nerves by flirting with the cowboy.

Your brother was right about one thing: you do have a crush on one of his friends. Who just so happens to be the biggest asshole out of them all. Scott. So it's a win-win situation, you can piss Boone off and see if Scott even gives a shit. Even though you know Scott only came along because Javi is trying to get with Kate.

You’re sitting across from the fire with your knee touching Tyler’s, a small smile on your face as you notice your brothers stare. You could tell already that Boone was dreading having you there, but that was part of the reason you wanted to go in the first place. To piss him off.

Scott is sat off to the side with Javi and Kate, he’s drinking a beer with his usual scowl on his face. ”Hey, wanna make some s’mores?” Your cheerful voice rings out through the night air.

Scott’s scowl deepens as he hears your sweet tone, and seeing you talking to Tyler does nothing to improve his mood. He takes a long sip from his beer, trying to quell the growing irritation in his chest.

The rest of the group has mixed reactions but Tyler grabs a stick and puts a marshmallow at the end. “Do you want me to roast it for you darlin’?” You grin up at him.

“Yes, I’d like that.” You rest your head on his shoulder as you watch the flames.

As he watches Tyler roast a marshmallow for you, Scott's jaw tightens. He mutters under his breath, "Darlin'....what a load of bullshit." Your eyes flicker over to Scott and you give him a small smile.

Scott catches your smile and huffs in response, his expression remaining grumpy. He tries to ignore you, taking another sip from his beer, but he can't shake off the irritation that's bubbling up within him.

He glances back at you, noticing you're still talking to Tyler, the marshmallow still roasting in his hand. Scott's grip tightens around his beer bottle, trying to keep his anger in check.

You lean over Tylers lap reaching for the graham crackers and a chocolate bar. Tyler’s free hand goes to your lower back as you hover over him. “Wow there darlin’ be careful.” He chuckles as you find yourself on the log again, the cracker and chocolate prepared for the hot marshmallow.

Scott's eyes narrow as he sees Tyler's hand go to your lower back. His grip on the beer bottle tightens even more, his knuckles turning white. The sight of you leaning over Tyler's lap ignites a fire of jealousy within him.

Your brother's glare bores a hole into the back of your head, his arms crossing over chest. “He’s kind of scary when he’s mad like that,” you whisper to Tyler as he completes the s’more.

“Seems like your plan is back firing on you,” he replies with a smirk, handing the treat your way. You nod as you take a bite of the dessert, a smear of chocolate left on your bottom lip.

Tylers smirk grows wider as his eyes flick to your lip, his thumb moving to swipe the chocolate away. Scott's scowl deepens as he watches Tyler smirk and the way he swipes the chocolate away from your lip. He can feel the anger boiling within him, his grip on the beer bottle almost painful now.

Boone however wasn’t going to sit by and watch you two flirt all night, he gently grabs your arm pulling you away. “What are you doing?” Boone sits you down in between Scott and Javi.

“Stay there.” Your brother commands you like a dog, earning a grin from you.

“I’ve gotten banished,” you say to Javi, nudging his arm with your elbow, turning to Scott to smile at him. He's still fuming over the interaction with Tyler, but your presence next to him has a way of lessening his irritation, even if just a little bit.

Scott takes another gulp of his beer, trying to ignore the jealousy that's still gnawing at him. Javi laughs, "Banished, huh? Can't say I'm surprised." You giggle in response.

“Well in my defense I never thought Boone would get so bothered.” Javi shakes his head with a bright smile.

The night drags on, and the group slowly disperses into their tents, leaving just you, Scott, and the crackling fire in the center of the campsite. You’re both a few drinks deep at this point, and the alcohol has done little to quell Scott’s sour mood.

He glances at you sitting across from him as he takes another swig from his beer. The fire casts a warm glow on your face, and despite his best efforts, Scott can't help but find you somewhat attractive even in the dim lighting.

”Scott?” You murmur his name. Scott looks up as you speak his name, his eyes focusing on your face. He tries to keep his expression neutral, hiding the slight hitch in his breath at the sound of your voice.

"Yeah?" Scott replies, his tone gruff, as he raises an eyebrow in your direction. Scott watches you move closer to him, his eyes tracing the movement of your body. He tries to ignore the way his heart rate picks up at your proximity.

“How much have you had to drink tonight?” You reach for his half empty bottle, he tightens his grip on the beer bottle as you reach for it.

"Why, tryin' to cut me off?" Scott asks, his voice a mixture of defensiveness and irritation.

”Maybe,” you huff, still trying to steal his bottle, “why won't you let go.” Scott stubbornly tightens his grip on the beer bottle as you reach for it again. He can feel the heat from your body sitting next to him, and his heart rate quickens at your proximity.

Scott grunts in frustration, "Damn it, just leave it alone," he snaps, his voice betraying his rising irritation. You flinch away crossing your arms under your chest.

“Okay, fine, whatever.” You grumble. Scott notices your reaction and internally scowls at himself for snapping at you. Seeing you pout and cross your arms ignites a strange mixture of frustration and guilt within him.

He takes a deep breath as he watches you sulk, trying to calm his irritation. "Look, I'm...," he starts, his voice gruff, "I didn't mean to snap at you like that." You steal the bottle away successfully.

“I know, that’s why I’m trying to cut you off.” You smile triumphantly, wrapping your fingers around the bottle. “You’re even more of a grump than usual.”

He bristles at your comment about him being a grump, but he can't deny the truth in your words. "I'm always a grump," he retorts, begrudgingly, "especially when I'm around you."

You finish off his drink, swiping at your lips as you give him the empty beer bottle. “What do you mean?” Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. Scott watches as you finish off the beer and swipe your lips with your fingertips. He can't help but notice the way your actions send a jolt of desire through him.

He lets out a frustrated sigh, "I mean that you always seem to rile me up, in one way or another." His statement confuses you.

“Scott, how do I rile you up?’” You’re offended by his words, “Are you saying I piss you off?” Scott rolls his eyes at your question, the alcohol making it harder to suppress his true feelings.

He lets out a scoff, "No, no, not piss me off," he grumbles. "You...you just...get under my skin," he admits begrudgingly. You scoot closer to him on the log, the alcohol you’ve consumed through the night giving you confidence.

“Under your skin how?” You narrow your eyes at him, Scott lets out a growl of frustration as you move closer to him on the log. He can feel the warmth of your body radiating towards him, and it's driving him crazy.

He looks at you as you narrow your eyes at him, and he's hit with the urge to pull you even closer, to run his hands over your body, to taste the alcohol on your lips.

He grits his teeth, trying to control his thoughts as he responds. "You just...always seem to do things that get a rise out of me," he admits through clenched teeth.

”You’re saying a whole lot of nothing Scottie.” Your voice is stern. Scott's irritation sparks at your firm tone of voice, but it's overpowered by the way his heart skips a beat hearing his nickname leave your lips.

He huffs in frustration, running a hand through his messy hair. "You just...you're always so damn cheerful and friendly, goddamnit," he mutters, the alcohol loosening his tongue.

”There’s nothing wrong with being friendly” Scott scowls at your words, his frustration growing as he tries, and fails, to articulate his feelings. He knows there's nothing wrong with being friendly, but your friendliness always seems to make his heart race.

"I know that..." he mutters irritably, his eyes scanning your face as he tries to find a way to explain his tumultuous feelings. You set your hand on his knee as you move even closer to him.

“Scott?” You sigh, still not understanding what he’s meaning, maybe it's the booze or his lack of proper communication.

Scott's heart leaps at the touch of your hand on his knee, a jolt of electricity coursing through him. He can feel the heat of your body next to his, and it takes everything in him to maintain his resolve.

At the sound of his name on your lips, he groans, "Goddamnit, stop sayin' my name like that."

“Like what, Scottie?” You tease, Scott's heart flutters at the sound of you saying his nickname again, his frustration mixing with a surge of desire.

He mutters under his breath, "There it is again," he replies gruffly, his tone a mix of irritation and something deeper. "You say my name like it's a damn melody, and it drives me crazy."

A playful smirk places itself on your lips as you lean forward pressing your palms onto his thighs, your face inches away from his. Scott's breath catches in his chest as you lean forward, your palms on his thighs sending a wave of heat through his body.

He can feel the warmth of your breath on his face, and it takes every ounce of his willpower not to close the distance between you and capture your lips with his. He swallows hard, trying to keep his composure. "What are you doing?" he manages to ask, his voice a hoarse whisper.

”I just wanted to get a closer look,” your smirk grows as you watch his expression. Scott's heart races at your proximity, his breath coming in short gasps. He can feel the heat of your gaze on his face, your smirk driving him crazy, and all he wants to do is pull you into his lap and taste those lips.

He grits his teeth, struggling to keep his cool. "And what exactly are you looking for?" he asks huskily, his eyes locked on yours.

“I think I see a little bit of a blush on your cheek.” Scott's heart skips a beat as you touch his cheek, your fingertips tracing the outline of his cheekbone. He swallows loudly, trying to maintain his composure as your touch sends shivers of desire coursing through him.

He can feel his face growing hotter beneath your touch, and he knows his blush is becoming more prominent. "Shut up," he grumbles, stubbornly trying to deny the effect you're having on him.

“Don’t be like that, it's cute” Scott's breath hitches in his chest as you pull your body against his, your thighs pressing against his knees. He can feel the heat of your touch searing through him, igniting a fire within him.

He scowls at your words, his face growing hotter with each passing moment. "Cute?" he mutters, refusing to admit how desperately he craves your touch. You sigh with the realization that you’re gonna have to make the first move.

“Scott.. Close your eyes for a second.” Scott's eyebrows furrow in confusion as you instruct him to close his eyes. He hesitates for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest, but he complies, his eyelids slowly closing.

As he sits there, his eyes shut, he can feel his other senses heightened, attuned to every sound and every movement. "What now?" he asks, his voice a gruff whisper.

You cup his cheek, “Keep them closed, okay?” Your breath fans across his face as you lean in. He nods slightly in response, his eyes still firmly shut, his other senses hyper aware of your proximity.

He can feel the heat of your body against his, and his every instinct urges him to pull you even closer, but he remains still, waiting for your next move. You press a soft kiss to his lips, your other hand sliding up his thigh as you move closer.

Scott's heart nearly stops when your lips press against his, a jolt of desire coursing through him. He can feel your hand moving up his thigh, and the sensations sent his mind reeling.

He responds to your kiss, his hand coming up to gently cup the back of your neck, his thumb tracing the line of your jawline. You pull your lips away, your eyes scanning the expression on his face.

Scott's eyes slowly flutter open, his mind swirling with desire and need. He gazes at you, his eyes dark with emotion. He swallows hard, his chest heaving as he tries to regain his composure. "Why..." he starts, his voice low and gruff, "why'd you do that?"

”Why not?” You murmur, leaning in for another kiss. Scott's breath catches in his chest as you lean in for another kiss, his body responding vehemently to your touch.

He allows himself to be consumed by the kiss, his hand moving to the small of your back, pulling you onto his lap. It becomes more heated as you push your chest against his own, arms wrapping around his neck, your fingers tangling in his hair.

Scott groans loudly in response to your actions, the feeling of your body pressed against his and your fingers in his hair sending shivers down his spine.

His hands roam over your body, wanting to feel every inch of you. He deepens the kiss, his tongue expertly exploring your mouth, tasting the mixture of alcohol and sweetness.

You moan into his mouth at the roughness of his hands against your skin, “Scott, we should go to a tent…” you shiver at the cold air, “It’s getting cold,” Scott reluctantly breaks the kiss, his breathing ragged, his body aching with desire.

He nods in agreement, his mind clouded with lust, desperate to get you somewhere private. "Yeah..." he mutters, his hands still touching your body, almost reluctantly letting you slide off his lap. "Let's go."

You lead him to your tent, your hand comfortably holding his. You unzip the tent and slip inside, pulling off your boots as you sit on the air mattress that you forced your brother to set up.

Scott follows you into the tent, his heart pounding in his chest as the reality of the situation hits him. He watches you kick off your boots and sit down on the air mattress, his eyes scanning your figure in the dim light of the tent.

He closes the tent behind him, zipping it up, and sits down next to you, his body inches away from yours. You smile up at him, the flush of his cheeks darker than before. “You’re so cute Scott,” Scott's heart skips a beat at your words, his cheeks growing even hotter under your gaze.

He huffs in feigned irritation, trying to hide the effect you have on him. "Shut up," he mutters, trying to sound gruff and annoyed, but the hint of a smile tugs at the corners of his lips.

”Would you prefer being called handsome?” You tease, your hands reaching out to roam his body. Scott's breath catches in his chest as your hands move over his body, his heart racing in his chest.

He tries to maintain a cool exterior, but the way your touch ignites a fire within him is impossible to ignore. He scoffs, a mixture of annoyance and desire in his voice. "Handsome, cute, it's all the same damn thing," he mutters, trying to remain unaffected by your touch.

”But you love it, don’t you?” You mumble against his ear as you settle into his lap once again. Scott's breath hitches as you settle into his lap, your breath brushing against his ear. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close, his body practically buzzing with desire.

He growls in response to your words, his hands tracing the curve of your hips. "Damnit," he mutters, his voice a gruff whisper, "You know I do." You respond by kissing him. More passionate than before, your eyes flutter shut as he slips his tongue in your mouth.

Scott groans lowly in response to your passionate kiss, his hands gripping your hips almost possessively. He matches the intensity of the kiss, his tongue tanging with yours in a heated dance.

He pulls you flush against his chest, wanting to eliminate the space between you, the feeling of your body against his nearly driving him mad with desire. You lean against him pushing his back against the bed, hovering over him as you pull away from his lips, asking for air.

Scott's breath hitches as you push him back against the bed, your body hovering over him, dominating his every sense. He gazes up at you, his eyes dark with desire, his chest heaving with each breath he draws.

He reaches up, his hands finding your hips once again, desperately holding on as if he's afraid you might disappear. "You're killing me, you know that right?" he mutters, his voice rough with need.

”Then why don’t you do something about it?” You tease, you voice low and sultry. Scott's eyes darken at your words, a low growl escaping his lips. He flips you over, pinning you beneath him, his body pressed firmly against yours.

He gazes down at you, his eyes locked on yours, his voice a gruff whisper. "Be careful what you wish for, darlin'" he mutters, his lips hovering millimeters from your own. You arch up against his body, pressing your lips to his hungrily.

Scott's breath hitches in his chest at the feel of your body arching against his, the need coursing through him becoming nearly unbearable.

He kisses you back with equal fervor, his tongue seeking entrance to your mouth. His hands roam over your body, desperate to memorize every contour of your curves. Your arms wrap around his torso pulling him closer to you, your fingers pressing against his back.

Scott groans loudly at the feeling of your arms around him, your fingers tracing patterns against his back, sending shivers down his spine. He presses his body against yours, his desire and need for you escalating with each passing moment.

His hands move to your hips, gripping them tightly, his lips moving down your neck, leaving a trail of heated kisses in their wake. You arch your back, gasping at the sensation of Scott's kisses along your collarbone, your body responding to his touch with eager anticipation.

His hands glide under your shirt, his rough fingertips tracing the sensitive skin of your lower back, sending shivers down your spine. You can feel the tension in the air thicken, the electricity between you growing more intense with every passing second.

The sound of fabric rustling fills the tent as you both fumble with the buttons and zippers of your clothes, desperate to feel each other's skin against your own. Scott's eyes never leave yours, the raw desire in them leaving no room for doubt about what he wants, what you both want.

As the last barrier falls away, your bodies finally align in a dance of passion that's been building for what feels like an eternity, the cool night air forgotten against the heat of your union.

Scott's eyes darken even further as he takes in the sight of your exposed skin, his desire to taste and pleasure you becoming an all-consuming need. He shifts his position, sliding down your body, his hands firmly on your thighs as he spreads your legs wider.

You gasp as his mouth descends upon your pussy, his tongue eagerly flicking against your clit, teasing and exploring your folds with a hunger that's both thrilling and overwhelming. His movements are unbridled, driven by a passion that's been simmering just beneath the surface for far too long.

Each stroke, each lick, sends waves of pleasure crashing through your body, making you quiver and moan beneath him. You grip the blankets tightly, your breaths coming in ragged gasps as he devours you, the heat of his mouth a stark contrast to the coolness of the tent's interior.

His eyes never leave yours, the intensity of his gaze only serving to heighten the intimacy of the moment. You can feel your orgasm building, your body tightening with every flick of his tongue, and you know that this night is going to change everything between you.

As Scott's mouth continues its relentless assault on your sensitive flesh, you can't help but let out a series of muffled cries, biting down on the fabric of your shirt bunched in your hand to stifle the sounds of your pleasure. Your body tenses, your legs quivering as the first waves of your orgasm begin to crash over you. You clench your eyes shut, trying to hold on to the last shreds of your self-control, but it's no use.

With a final, desperate whimper, your climax takes you, your back arching off the mattress as your hips buck against his face. He doesn't relent, though, his tongue still working its magic as you ride out the intense sensations that grip you, the fabric of your shirt now damp with your efforts to remain silent.

When the tremors finally subside, you collapse back onto the bed, your chest heaving with the force of your gasps for air. Scott kisses his way back up your body, a smug smile playing on his lips as he claims your mouth once more, tasting the sweetness of your release.

The sound of your muffled moans only spurs him on, his own need for you growing with every second that passes. He can feel his cock straining, demanding release, but he's in no rush. For now, he's content to bask in the aftermath of your pleasure, knowing that the night has only just begun.

Scott lays down on the air mattress, his eyes never leaving yours as he pulls you on top of him, a silent invitation for you to take the lead. The feel of his hardened cock pressing against your still-sensitive core sends a fresh wave of desire through you, making your own need for him even more urgent.

You straddle him, the warmth of his skin against yours sending shivers down your spine as you line yourself up with his length. With a look of pure determination in your eyes, you slowly lower yourself onto him, feeling every inch of him fill you up. A low moan escapes your lips as you adjust to the feeling of him inside you, his eyes never leaving yours, filled with a mix of passion and challenge.

You begin to rock your hips, setting a slow and steady rhythm that has you both panting within moments. His hands grip your waist, guiding you as you move, his fingers digging into your skin with just the right amount of pressure to drive you wild.

Each movement sends a delicious friction through your body, and you can feel yourself getting closer to the edge again. Scott's eyes never leave yours, the intensity of his gaze holding you captive as you both succumb to the passion that's been brewing between you for so long.

Scott's quietude breaks as he becomes increasingly vocal with every sway of your hips, his breaths hitching in his throat as he watches you take control. His hands glide from your waist to your breasts, kneading them gently, his thumbs circling your hardened nipples in time with your movements.

His voice is low and gruff, a series of grunts and moans that seem to be ripped from the very depths of his soul, a primal response to the pleasure you're giving him. You lean into his touch, your own breaths coming in short gasps as you rock against him, the friction building into a crescendo of desire.

The sound of your bodies moving together fills the tent, the only music to accompany the symphony of your ragged breaths and moans. The feel of his strong hands on your body, the way he watches you with such raw hunger, it's all too much, and you know you're about to shatter once more.

You lean forward, pressing your palms into his chest, using it as leverage to drive yourself down harder onto him, the intensity of your movements growing with every stroke. His eyes never leave yours, the challenge in his gaze only making you want to push him further, to make him lose control in the way you're so close to doing. The world outside the tent fades away, leaving only the two of you, lost in the throes of passion and desire.

Your moans sync perfectly with Scott's, rising and falling in tandem as your bodies move together in a timeless rhythm. You feel your orgasm building again, a crescendo of pleasure that threatens to overwhelm you. His eyes, still locked on yours, grow darker, his pupils dilating with the approaching storm of ecstasy.

You lean in, capturing his mouth in a desperate kiss as you quicken your pace, the need to feel him come apart in your arms driving you on. His hands tighten on your hips, urging you faster, his own hips bucking up to meet your movements.

The air in the tent grows thick with desire, the only sounds the slapping of your bodies and the muffled cries escaping from your mouths. And then, with one final, shuddering thrust, it hits you both. Your orgasm crashes over you like a wave, sending sparks of pleasure throughout your body, making you tremble and clench around him.

Scott's grip on you tightens, his cock pulsing as he releases deep inside you , his own moan of pleasure melding with yours. The world outside the tent seems to fall away as you ride out the intense waves of your shared climax, your hearts beating as one, your bodies intertwined in a dance of pure, unfiltered passion.

When the storm finally subsides, you collapse against him, your breaths mingling as you both try to catch your breath, the tremors of pleasure still echoing through you. You can feel his heart racing beneath your cheek, a testament to the depth of his own release.

The silence that follows is filled with an understanding that transcends words, a bond forged in the heat of the moment that you know will never truly be broken.

You lay your head against his chest, breathing in his musk. Scott's breathing is ragged as he tries to catch his breath, his heart still racing from the intensity of the moment you just shared. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer, his body still buzzing with the aftermath of his climax.

He rests his cheek against the top of your head, his fingers tracing lazy patterns against your back, his mind struggling to form coherent thoughts. "That..." he finally manages to mutter, his voice hoarse and gravelly, "that was something else."

You smile as you cuddle closer to him, basking in his body heat. “We should do that again some time.” You giggle softly. Scott lets out a low chuckle, the sound rumbling through his chest. "Damn right we should," he mutters, his arms holding you closer against his body.

He presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering there for a moment before he speaks again. "I don't think I'm ever gonna forget this night, darlin'. You've been drivin' me crazy for way too damn long."

”Have I?” You tease as your eyes flutter shut. Scott lets out a huff at your teasing tone, his arms tightening around you.

"You know you have," he mutters gruffly, his lips finding the sensitive skin of your neck once again. "You and your damn adorable smile, and your beautiful eyes, and your infuriatingly cute laugh..."

He trails off, his voice growing huskier as he continues to list off your desirable qualities. A blush paints your face as you bask in his compliments. “I didn’t know that you thought so highly of me.” You press gentle kisses into his muscles.

Scott lets out a low hum of pleasure at the feel of your kisses against his muscles, his body already responding to your touch.

"How could I not?" he mutters, his voice gruff and sincere. "You're goddamn perfect, darlin'. Smart, beautiful, kind, funny...the list goes on and on." You bury your face into the crook of his neck, flustered by his words.

“Okay, okay. I think that’s enough now Scott…” your cheeks feel hot against his warm skin.

Scott lets out a low chuckle, feeling your flustered reaction against his neck.

"Awh, you're blushing," he teases, his hands roaming up and down your back. "And here I was just getting started..." He grins, enjoying seeing you flustered by his compliments.

But he acquiesces, not wanting to embarrass you further. He gently pulls your face back, so he can see your expression. You press a kiss against his lips, your eyes falling heavy as exhaustion comes over you in a wave.

Scott returns the kiss, his lips lingering against yours for a moment. He can feel your body growing heavy against his, your exhaustion evident.

He pulls you even closer, your head resting on his chest, his arms wrapping around you. "Let’s sleep, darlin'," he mutters softly, his voice gruff but caring. "I'm not goin' anywhere."

[anakinstwinklebunny]

SAM MONROE leaned back against the park bench, arms crossed, lips pressed into a thin line while he's in the middle of watching the chaos unfold on the playground. There’s this kid--probably about five--absolutely losing it. Screaming at the top of his lungs, throwing sand everywhere, and shoving toys out of other kids’ hands. Where the hell is this kid's mom? People muttered between each other, taking their children out of the playground or far away from this menace. Vinnie, at the time was perched on Sam's lap with his chubby fingers gripping a half-eaten graham cracker, watching the scene too, little face scrunched in an almost identical expression of disapproval that Sam had.

“Yeah, bud,” he mutters under his breath, “I don’t know what the hell’s going on either.”

The wild kid screams again, now chasing after another toddler with a stick, and Sam’s had enough. He scoops Vinnie up, balancing him on his hip. “C’mon, Little Dude,” voice low and firm “We’re not dealing with that.”

Vinnie doesn’t even protest--he just nestles closer, soft cheek pressed to Sam’s shoulder, just time to time turning his eyes to the bullying others kid. Sam walks them over to the other side of the playground, settling down near the slide where things are way calmer. He sets Vinnie down in the grass and crouches in front of him, brushing the crumbs off his tiny overalls.

“You see that kid?” Sam says, jerking his chin in the direction of the chaos. Vinnie looks over, big, curious eyes blinking.

“That,” Sam continues, tone serious, “is what we call a problem. And we’re not gonna be like that, alright? You’re not gonna be that kid.”

Vinnie stares at him for a moment, then lets out a soft babble that sounds suspiciously like «No.» Sam smirks, ruffling his son’s curls. “Exactly, Little Dude. Good answer.”

He plops down in the grass beside Vinnie, stretching his long legs out and watching as his son crawls towards a patch of flowers. Sam’s gaze softens as he watched Vinnie carefully pluck a dandelion, holding it like he’s just found a treasure.

“See?” Sam mutters, mostly to himself. “That’s my kid. Cool as hell. Doesn’t need to act like a lunatic to get attention.”

Vinnie turns back to him, holding the flower out with a wide, toothy grin. Sam takes it, twirling it between his fingers before tucking it behind Vinnie’s ear. “Thanks, Little Dude. You’re a real gentleman.”

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[moonstruckme]

Hiii!! Im really obsessed with your camp counsellor!james ,,, do you think you could do like a follow up of the previous one where they go to the bonfire tgt?? Love your writing and have a good day 🫶

Hi lovely, thank you for requesting!! You have a good day too <3

cw: alcohol

camp counselor!James x fem!reader ♡ 897 words

James doesn’t know how much of your closeness to blame on booze. 

It feels a bit silly to be so loose and laughy at nine pm, but he and the other counselors only have until ten thirty before the kids get out of their movie night. James suspects some of them are going to have to take a quick dunk in the lake before they rejoin their campers. 

You’re not the least squiffy there, having had exactly as many beers as James but without the large frame to support them. You’re sitting close enough that your thigh is pressed to his on the wooden log, and when you gesture your arm brushes his bicep with every movement. 

“No, no,” you’re saying, laughter ringing in your tone, “James is the kids’ favorite. No contest.” 

“Ava’s cabin is huge, though,” another counselor argues. “She’s got kids that come back just to see her every year.” 

“Yeah, but it’s only James’ first year.” You don’t catch the bit of pique in the more seasoned counselor’s voice, defending your stance lightly. James, roasting marshmallows for the both of you, keeps his mouth shut. “If he comes back next year, he’d have kids fighting over his cabin for sure.” 

“I could never handle as many kids as Ava does, though,” James says, pulling the flaming marshmallows away from the fire and blowing them out. “Here, lovely, do you have your stuff ready?” 

The distraction works. You hold up your graham crackers and chocolate eagerly, capturing a marshmallow between them and pulling it off the stick. 

“Can’t believe you’re one of those people who just burns the whole thing,” you say. “I expected better from you, James.” 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize we were being beggars and choosers tonight.” He glances over as he readies his own s’more supplies, and you’re grinning, your eyes crackling with amusement and something else. “How do you like them done?” 

“I take my time with it, so the outsides are brown but the insides are all melted.” You take a bite, not seeming too displeased despite the subpar quality of his marshmallow roast. “It’s like a brûlée.” 

A laugh trips off James’ tongue. “Oh, it’s like a brûlée, is it? Fancy.” 

You hum in prideful affirmation, polishing off your s’more quickly. James tries not to look too obviously pleased when your head drops to his shoulder. 

He holds his s’more away from your hair, turning towards you to say lowly, “I appreciate the compliments, but you’re gonna get me in trouble. Some of the other counselors have been coming here for years.” 

You make a breathy sound of amusement. “I’m just telling the truth. Look at this.” 

You reach down and take his forearm in your hand. Warmth seems to emanate from your touch. James lets you bring his wrist up to eye level. 

“Basically every kid at camp wanted to make you a friendship bracelet,” you say before letting his arm drop. It lands in the crease between your thigh and James’. “They all love you.” 

Your head moves, face tipping back to look at him. You look really pretty. It’s hardly the first time James has noticed tonight, and certainly not unusual for you, but the firelight plays soft over your features and you’re smiling more than usual so he’s having an especially difficult time keeping his eyes off of you. Especially when you look at him like this, all sweet and happy with the light from the bonfire glancing across your eyes and your cheek squished into his shoulder. The sight of you makes James’ stomach ache. 

“You’re everybody’s favorite,” you murmur.

The conversation around you fades into an indistinct thrum. You’re so close James can count your eyelashes, can feel your warm breath hitting his chin. If he were to kiss you, he knows you’d taste like graham crackers and chocolate and marshmallows roasted not quite the way you like them. Maybe his lips would still be a little sticky with the same, unwilling to let you go. 

James really wants to kiss you. 

You take in a soft, quick inhale, and then your face turns back the way it was, looking towards the bonfire instead of up at him. 

“That’s how I know no one will get mad at you,” you say. “You’re too easy to love.” 

“I think you’re giving me too much credit,” he replies. He reaches across you to finger the set of bracelets on your own wrist. “And maybe yourself not enough.” 

You make a dismissive sound, nudging James with your elbow. “You’re going to have to bring yours with you if you come back next year. If the kids see you without them, it’ll break their little hearts.” 

“Oh, I’m never taking these things off. Five hundred years from now, someone could dig up my grave and they’d just find a pile of bones and a bunch of string bracelets.” 

Your body shakes against his as you laugh. The sound of it is as bright and clear as the stars above your heads, and in James’ opinion thrice as lovely. 

“I’d be surprised if they last that long,” you say. “Hopefully they’re not the only thing you have to remember this place by.” 

James still wants to kiss you terribly. He appeases the urge by dropping his lips to your head. “No, I’m not worried about that.”

[warmmilku]

Agere Snack Ideas!

Whether you don’t know what snack to pick for today, or just want some fun future ideas, here are some of my favorite snacks to have while regressed!

🧃 Mini PB&J Sandwiches

🧃 Fruit Kabobs

🧃 Animal Crackers

🧃 Cheese and Crackers

🧃 Rainbow Goldfish

🧃 Teddy Grahams

🧃 Mini Muffins

🧃 String Cheese

🧃 Apple Slices with Caramel Dip

🧃 Pretzel Sticks

🧃 Baby Carrots with Ranch

🧃 Popcorn

🧃 Yogurt Parfaits

🧃 Rice Krispies Treats

🧃 Mini Quesadillas

🧃 Gummy Bears

🧃 Chocolate-covered Strawberries

🧃 Cucumber Slices with Cream Cheese

🧃 Mini Pizza Bagels

🧃 Trail Mix

🧃 Jello Cups

🧃 Fruit Leather

🧃 Pop Rocks

🧃 Cherry Tomatoes with Mozzarella Balls

🧃 Granola Bars

🧃 Fruit Cups

🧃 Mini Pancakes

🧃 Cereal with Milk

🧃 Cottage Cheese with Pineapple

🧃 Chocolate Milk

[baby-you-you]

Hi there!!! Wondering if you could do a bunny themed one!!! If not that’s no issue have an awesome time zone!!

@sunflowerandsunshinebaby

BUNNY regressor theme !!!

🐇 activities

Hopping around and playing “bunny pretend” Cuddling with plushies Building burrows or nests from blankets and pillows Coloring bunnies, carrots, flowers, or Easter scenes Listening to soft music or bunny-themed lullabies Playing hide-and-seek Bunny cartoons! (max & Ruby, Peter rabbit, miffy, etc) Gardening or playing with toy plants and flowers Soft brushing

🐇 clothes

Bunny-ear hoodies or onesies Fleece pajamas with tail fluffs (puffs?) Pastel overalls, bloomers, or rompers Clothes with bunny prints or carrot patches Soft slippers or socks with bunny faces Cotton dresses with floral or meadow prints Cozy capes or ponchos for burrow snuggling Pacifier clips or bibs with bunny charms Knit hats with floppy ears

🐇 toys

Stuffed bunnies in different colors and sizes Carrot/veggie plushies (Celecery, onion, etc) Bunny-shaped teething toys or rattles Toy gardening sets Soft chew toys Sensory bins with “hay,” “soil,” and carrots Stacking toys with nature or meadow themes Sensory carrots / crinkle carrots

🐇 games

Bunny hide-and-seek “Hopscotch” or hop-around-the-room challenges Bunny burrow building: crawl under the blankets and hide Feeding plush bunnies pretend carrots Matching games with bunnies and flowers Plauign bunny doctor Gentle obstacle courses (like hopping over soft toys) Easter egg-style hunt with treats or toys inside Coloring or doing sticker scenes

🐇 foods/drinks

Baby carrots or carrot sticks (if safe to chew) Applesauce or mashed banana (“nibbly snack”) Toast with a carrot or strawberry jam ( I wonder if carrot jelly exists..) Bunny-shaped graham crackers or cookies Yogurt with soft berries or fruit puree Warm milk or oat milk in a bottle or sippy cup Soft muffins (especially carrot or berry) Cucumber slices fruit cut into “flower shapes” Mini rice cakes or puffed snacks

🐇 nicknames <3

Bunbun honeybun Honeybunny flopps Floppy nibbly nibbles wiggletail little hopper little bun little wiggler snugglebun cuddlebun binky (when a bunny jumps around happily) Baby thumps

[plastic-rainbows]

AgeRe/Agedre Food Ideas!

Main courses:

- Grilled cheese

- Wildberry muffins

- Chicken nuggets

- Toaster waffles

- Macaroni & cheese

- Breaded Tofu

- Flavored oatmeal

- Veggie burger

- Hot dogs

- Microwave pancakes

- Pizza bagels

- Fish sticks

- PB&J sandwich

- Noodle cup

- Mini tacos

Sides, snacks, and sweets:

- Apple slices

- Pretzel twists

- Cheddar crackers

- Yogurt cups

- Carrot sticks

- French fries

- Scrambled eggs

- Dry cereal

- Granola bars

- Baby corn

- Mashed potatoes

- Gummy bears

- Pudding cups

- Tater tots

- String cheese

- Green beans

- Frosted cookies

- Mixed berries

- Graham crackers

- Raw broccoli

- Cheese puffs

- Fruit pouches

Drinks:

- Chocolate milk

- Orange juice

- Flavored water

- Homemade lemonade

- Kool aid

- Veggie smoothie

- Apple juice

- Sports drink

- Fruit punch

- Strawberry milk

- Protein shake

- Grape juice

Feel free to customize anything due to allergies, dietary restrictions, or preference. Bonus points if you cut your food up into cute shapes and use little dish sets for toddlers/kids!

[coffeeghoulie]

Mushy May Day 24: By the Fire

Mushy May put together by the lovely @forlorn-crows <3

Dew teaches Aurora how to roast marshmallows. No warnings, 900 words.

divider by @ghuleh-recs <3

“You ever have a s’more, ladybug?” Dew asks, knelt by the firepit out by the lake. The rest of his pack, barring Aurora, is out on the water. Normally, she and Dew would be more than happy to enjoy the water with them, but Dew’d rather soak in the summer sun like a lizard, and Aurora wanted to keep him company.

The smallest ghoulette furrows her brow, moving around the fire to get out from the plume of smoke, her gills closed tight to her throat. “Don’t know what that is, can’t say that I have.”

There’s shouting out on the water, Swiss yelling as Aether and Cirrus flip his inner tube and he goes in with a splash. Dew grins with a chuckle before turning back to Aurora. “Oh, it’s a fine human creation, typically only made with a fire like this.” He stands with a groan as his knees protest. “I have the stuff for it, for when these chucklefucks get sick of swimming. But they don’t have to know if we make the first couple for ourselves?”

Aurora shakes her head. “I reckon they don’t,” she says, watching curiously as Dew rummages through one of the beat up coolers that he and Mountain had hauled down when they’d come down. Comes back with a big bag of marshmallows, a bar of cheap chocolate, a box of graham crackers. Dew also grabs two long, thin metal forks from where they lean against one of the deck chairs.

“Alright,” he says, setting his bounty down on another chair. He opens the marshmallows, sticking one onto the fork and handing it to Aurora. “We’re gonna toast these over the fire. They’ll go from white to gold and then they’ll burn, it’s a whole sliding scale. I like mine golden brown. Swiss and Aeon are fiends who burn theirs on purpose. It’ll take experience to figure out what you like.”

“Okay,” Aurora hums, turning the wooden handle of the fork over in her hands. “So you just stick it in the fire?”

“If you want it to burn,” Dew shrugs, threading a few marshmallows on his own fork. “And there’s nothing really wrong with that. But if you just want yours toasted, you’re gonna want to find the right spot.”

He takes her up to the fire, both of them feeling the heat roiling off of the flames. They burn bright and hot, and with the sun setting, it’s a relief as the sun’s heat burns off. Dew crouches, and Aurora follows his lead.

“Right in between those two logs, see the coals?” he says, pointing into the flames. They lick over his hand with no reaction. “You’re gonna slip the marshmallow right over there. And rotate the fork, okay? It’ll cook all the sides without it catching fire.”

Aurora nods. Her tongue slips between her teeth as she focuses, staring intently at her marshmallow as it crisps up, starting to brown. “Like this?”

Dew nods as he starts to roast his own. “Just like that. And if it does catch fire, I’ll put it out. Don’t stress it. We’re not performing surgery or actually performing.”

She nods. “Not the end of the world.”

They settle into comfortable silence as the marshmallows toast, the sounds of splashing and shouting from the lake drowned out by the crackle of the fire. When Aurora deems hers done enough, she pulls them from the fire.

Dew’s not much longer, standing with another groan as he heads back to the deck chair. He opens the graham crackers and chocolate one handed, and gestures for Aurora to come over. A square of chocolate goes on top of a graham cracker, and he presses that and a second cracker around one of her marshmallows, using them as handles to pull it free from the fork.

“For you, my ladybug, a s’more,” he presents it to her, over the top and dramatic just to make her laugh. “Careful, it’s gonna be hot.”

“Dork,” she cackles, accepting the treat from him. Dew watches her from the corner of his eye as he makes his own. The cracker crunches as her fangs sink through it, and he watches her eyes get huge like a cat that’s just seen a songbird. “Lucifer fucking Below, Dew,” she says through a mouthful of melted chocolate and marshmallow.

“Yeah,” he laughs, eating his own.

“I want like five more,” she says, eyes still giddy and wide.

“That, my dear, is why they’re called s’mores. You want some more,” he says, already readying the crackers and chocolate.

Aurora takes them from him, making up a second one from her other marshmallow. She freezes, and Dew’s afraid she’s burnt herself on the metal. He’s reaching out for her when she gives him a look he can’t quite place. “Ladybug?”

“I’ve seen you summon fire with your hands,” she says slowly, s’more brought up halfway to her mouth. “Why don’t you roast marshmallows like that?”

Dew laughs, shoulders slumping in relief that she didn’t burn herself. He looks past the fire and out to the lake. “Because I have been banned from doing so because I set off the smoke alarm in the den at two in the morning. Once.”

Aurora cackles, and it’s all worth it. Dew grins and hands her a few more marshmallows.

[sethsclearwater]

Hi again!! Loved the Paul head-canon it was EXACTLY how I imagined ittt.

I have a head canon for Seth! If reader was in a pouty/stubborn mood he would definitely be doing anything and everything to make her laugh or even just a tiny smile. 100%!

Like say they’re at a campfire and she’s in a pouty mood and everyone around her obviously notices, he’d be bringing marshmallows to toast and everything (since he’s such a sweetheart) and eventually she’d crack. I meannn who could resist Seth??

-⭐️

this man has my whole heart😭

...

by now the entire pack was well aware that you were not to be fucked with. on the way to the pack's near weekly bonfire at first beach, you and kim had managed to be the butt end of one of jared's never-ending pranks which led to you both getting absolutely soaked by emily's garden hose.

while kim went off on jared for fucking up her hair, seth had quickly found you and pulled you aside so he could swap clothes with you. you weren't entirely sure what made him make that decision but now he was wearing your sweatshorts that were definitely too short for him while you wore his t-shirt and sweatpants that were definitely too big for you.

in your grumpiness, you had plopped down in the sand next to emily and sam who were lost in their own world with each other. you leaned back against one of the many pieces of driftwood while you pouted over your undergarments and hair still being soaked. seth couldn't have minded though, not wasting anytime before he was striding over to you, a golden smile on his face and what looked like all the ingredients to make s'mores in his hands.

you were pretty close to breaking but held up a strong front, arms crossed over your chest with a pout on your face as he came and sat down on the log behind you so he could sit with you between his legs.

he didn't say anything, just sliding one hand over your shoulder to gently massage at the muscle there while he figured out how to get a marshmallow impaled on a stick with his other hand. seth knew how to read you by now and was well aware that asking you what was wrong would only add fuel to the fire so he remained quiet as he successfully impaled the marshmallow and handed the stick to you.

"can you hold this for a sec?" he asked, giving your shoulder another gentle squeeze when you hummed and nodded, still not too interested in talking.

while you held the marshmallow over the fire, seth snapped the graham cracker and chocolate in half with his free hand, the other one still dutifully massaging your shoulder. after a few moments, you allowed your shoulders to drop, letting out a soft sigh as you let yourself lean back into him, resting your head against his thigh.

seth slid his hand up to your hair, gently scratching your scalp and stroking his fingers through your hair while you two silently waited for the marshmallow to toast.

once you both decided it was brown enough, seth slid his free hand over yours, taking the stick from you so he could assemble your s'more for you. you weren't entirely sure how he managed to do it all with one hand but you weren't too concerned, instead basking in the warmth of the fire while seth's fingers continued to work wonders on your scalp.

"for my pretty girl," seth mused after a moment, beaming as he handed you his perfected s'more. you couldn't help the smile that tugged at the corner of your lips.

you took the s'more from him, sitting up so you could peek over your shoulder and look up at him. he was sporting a soft smile despite the fact that you knew he definitely had to be uncomfortable with the way your soaked shorts were clinging to him, "thank you," you whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to the wet fabric which had seth letting out a breathy laugh.

"anything to make my pretty girl feel better," he mused, leaning down to press a kiss to your hair, "now can we get outta here? i'm pretty sure i ripped these when i sat down," he said, both of you laughing when you realized how uncomfortable he definitely was.

"yes please," you laughed, allowing him to take your free hand and help you up while you held the s'more with the other, more than happy to snack on it on the short drive back to your apartment.

[mels-willow]

The Way You Show Up

𝙈𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙖 𝙎𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 —

Fluff | mild bullying, implied trauma, comforting!reader, emotional validation

Word count | 2.2k

You weren’t sure what exactly you expected when you were hired as a classroom assistant at Abbott Elementary—but it probably wasn’t being thrown into the organized chaos of Melissa Schemmenti’s mixed second-and-third grade class.

The first day, you stepped into the room and were greeted by the scent of dry-erase markers and graham crackers—and the sight of Melissa standing at the front of the classroom like she owned the entire school.

Red hair pinned up with a pencil, sleeves rolled to the elbow, voice just loud enough to command the room without ever raising it. The kids listened to her like she was both principal and president.

“New aide,” she’d said simply, glancing at you before turning back to the whiteboard. “Take a seat, sweetheart. These kids’ll eat you alive if they smell fear.”

You didn’t sit—but you did hover awkwardly near the reading corner, wondering if you’d already made a mistake.

A few kids waved at you. A second grader offered you a sticker shaped like a frog.

Melissa didn’t say much, but you caught her watching you out of the corner of her eye as she handed out math worksheets. Appraising. Curious.

You weren’t sure if she liked you yet—but you knew one thing:

You wanted her to.

And not just because she had an air of confident competence you’d never felt in yourself. Not even just because she was... really, really good looking.

But because you could tell—beneath the sarcasm, behind the tough love—Melissa cared.

She cared about these kids. She cared about this room. She was the kind of person who made things better, and you wanted to be someone she trusted to do the same.

Maybe that was why, when the first real challenge came a few weeks later, you didn’t hesitate to act.

You didn’t even realize she was watching you—until afterward.

But that part comes later.

For now, the bell rang, the chairs scraped, and Melissa gave you the briefest smirk from across the room.

“Welcome to the jungle, kid.”

It started quietly.

The kind of thing you only caught because you were looking. You’d taken to keeping close watch during independent activities—between the hum of markers and the soft clatter of math tiles, there was always a chance for something to slip under the radar.

That’s when you noticed it.

A second grader named Jayla—sweet, shy, fond of coloring the grass purple and always humming to herself—was sitting curled up in the reading nook with a storybook and a well-loved elephant stuffie. Her sneakers tapped a soft rhythm under the beanbag.

And then there was Cameron.

A third grader with a voice just a little too loud, a need to prove he was smarter than everyone, and a history of “joking” that wasn’t always funny. Today, he hovered by Jayla’s spot, arms crossed.

You couldn’t hear what he was saying at first, but you saw it—Jayla shrinking in on herself, fingers tightening around her book.

You straightened from where you’d been restocking glue sticks and started making your way over, slow and casual, ears tuned.

“…You color like a baby,” Cameron was muttering. “Why do you always carry that dumb stuffed animal anyway? You’re in second grade, not daycare.”

Jayla said nothing. She looked down at the page, blinking hard.

It was like something in your chest quietly clicked into place.

Melissa was at the front of the room, helping a student with spelling tiles—her back turned for the moment. She trusted you to handle things.

And in that second, you weren’t the nervous new hire anymore. You were the adult this kid needed.

So you stepped closer, crouched down to their level, and said gently—but firmly—

“Hey, Cam? I think Jayla needs some quiet reading time. Why don’t you go check out the blocks?”

Cameron scowled. “I’m not doing anything wrong—”

You didn’t raise your voice. Just met his gaze. “I know. But I need your help with something, okay? Just over there.”

It took a second, but he huffed and walked off.

Jayla didn’t say anything. She just sat there with her book open, her elephant clutched tight, lower lip wobbling.

You moved in beside her, lowering your voice.

“Hey, sweetheart. Can I sit with you for a minute?”

She nodded.

You did. Close but not crowding, your voice warm as summer. “You didn’t do anything wrong. He was being unkind. You didn’t deserve that.”

Her eyes shimmered, but she didn’t speak.

So you stayed beside her, soft and still, letting her lean toward you if she wanted to. She did—just a little. Enough to make your heart squeeze.

You didn’t notice Melissa watching from the front of the room.

But she was.

And something in her expression had changed.

The last bell rang, and the classroom slowly emptied in a wave of backpacks, goodbyes, and forgotten pencil cases. You helped a few kids zip up jackets, waved to a parent or two, and finally let yourself breathe.

Jayla had hugged her elephant tight as she left, but she'd given you a small smile on her way out—and that was enough to make your whole day feel worth it.

You didn’t notice Melissa watching you again until the room had gone quiet.

She was leaning against the edge of her desk, arms crossed, expression unreadable.

“You handle yourself pretty well,” she said finally, breaking the silence.

You blinked. “Oh—thanks. I wasn’t sure if I overstepped.”

Melissa shook her head. “Nah. You did the right thing.”

There was something about her tone. Not casual, but not clipped either. Almost… curious.

You rubbed the back of your neck, feeling a little awkward under her gaze. “I’ve worked with kids like Jayla before. Sometimes they need someone to just... show up, y’know?”

Melissa raised an eyebrow, but her mouth quirked like she was fighting a smile. “You say that like most people actually do.”

You shrugged. “Maybe they don’t. But I want to.”

For a long beat, she just looked at you—really looked at you. Her sharp edges softened, like the afternoon sun had finally reached her.

Then she gave a low hum and pushed off her desk.

“You’re alright,” she said, grabbing her coat from the back of her chair. “You ever want to lead a read-aloud or something, let me know.”

You smiled, warmth blooming in your chest like tea in hot water. “Thanks, Melissa.”

She glanced back over her shoulder as she headed toward the door.

“Call me Mel.”

And then she was gone, red hair catching the light as the door swung closed behind her.

The following week, it happened again.

It was math time—kids paired off, markers squeaking on whiteboards, voices bouncing back and forth with addition facts and silly side conversations.

You were by the window, helping two third graders untangle a glue-stick mishap, when you noticed it—Jayla, again alone, and Cameron approaching her table.

You moved instinctively. Not running, not rushing—just there.

By the time you crossed the room, Cameron was already leaning close, muttering something low and cutting. You couldn’t hear the words, but you saw the way Jayla’s face crumpled, her shoulders hunching up like she was trying to fold herself away.

She was crying silently.

It was like the air got punched out of your lungs.

“Cam,” you said, firmer now. “Let’s take a walk.”

“But—”

“Nope. Walk. Now.”

You guided him away, handed him off to the teacher across the hall with a calm explanation, and returned to Jayla as fast as your legs would carry you.

She was still crying, book clutched to her chest like armor. And it broke you. Gently, you knelt beside her table, lowering your voice.

“Hey, Jayla-bug… I’m right here. I’ve got you.”

She didn’t speak, but her small hand reached out for yours—trembling, unsure—and you caught it immediately, wrapping her fingers up in your warmth.

“He doesn’t get to talk to you like that,” you said softly. “You didn’t do anything wrong, okay? Not one thing.”

She wiped her face on her sleeve, barely looking up. “He said I’m a baby ‘cause I still like coloring books…”

You gave a small, sad smile. “I still like coloring books too. And I’m a grown-up. So what does that make me?”

That got a small laugh from her—just a breath—but it was there. Real. She leaned into you a little, and you gently rubbed her back, letting her cry out the rest of it.

Across the room, Melissa had stood from her desk.

She didn’t say anything. Just watched—fierce and quiet. Her gaze on you was different now.

Not just surprised.

Impressed.

And maybe... something deeper.

That day’s dismissal felt heavier somehow.

You stayed behind again, tidying up the crayon bins and re-shelving books while the kids filed out, their laughter trailing into the hallway like wind chimes.

Jayla had given you a little drawing before she left. It was simple—just a stick figure you with a big smile, holding hands with her and her elephant stuffie. A big, shaky heart framed the three of you.

You kept looking at it even as you stacked math blocks back into their bins.

“You got a fan club now, huh?”

You turned—Melissa was behind her desk again, jacket still off, sleeves still rolled up. Her voice had that usual dry edge, but her eyes didn’t match it.

You smiled a little, holding up the picture. “I mean, I do look pretty good with stick-figure hair.”

Melissa stepped around her desk, slower than usual. There was something quieter about her tonight. Measured. Less guarded.

“She trusts you,” she said, eyes not leaving yours. “Not many people get that far with kids like her.”

You felt your chest warm. “I’m just trying to be who I needed at that age.”

Melissa stopped near the bookshelf, close enough to speak softer now.

“That thing you said… about showing up?” She tilted her head. “You do more than that. You notice things. You see ‘em. That matters.”

You weren’t used to compliments from her—especially not ones that stuck like honey.

“I see you too, you know,” you said gently. “The way you protect them. The way you remember everything—like who hates raisins and who only writes with blue markers.”

Melissa blinked.

Then she gave the smallest, most real smile you’d seen from her yet. Not the smirk, not the dry amusement—just a flicker of warmth breaking through.

“You’re not bad,” she said, teasing just a bit to keep the softness from getting too obvious. “Kinda makes me mad how good you are with them.”

You laughed. “Guess I’m growing on you?”

“Like a weed,” she muttered.

But she didn’t move away.

And she didn’t stop looking at you.

The next morning, the classroom was quiet before the storm—sunlight spilling over the reading corner, crayons still scattered from yesterday’s free time.

You were in early. Always were now.

You liked the quiet, the calm before the kids came crashing in. You liked prepping the little things—the sharpened pencils, the tiny erasers, the notes with doodles you started leaving on Jayla’s desk every Monday.

You didn’t expect Melissa to walk in so early, coffee in hand and a look in her eyes that told you she’d been thinking.

“Morning,” you said softly, brushing a smudge of dust off the windowsill.

She leaned in the doorway for a moment, watching you the way someone watches something soft they aren’t sure they’re allowed to touch.

Then, without the usual sarcasm or smirk, she said:

“I meant what I said yesterday. You’re good at this.”

You turned to face her, surprised by how gentle her voice was. “Thank you.”

She walked further into the room, slowly. The heels of her boots made soft thuds on the tile. “I’ve been doing this a long time. Seen aides come and go. Some mean well. Some don’t last.”

Melissa stopped a few feet away from you, her arms crossed—not cold, just holding something close.

“You?” she said. “You stayed. You noticed. You made a kid feel safe.”

You smiled, eyes soft. “That’s kind of the job, isn’t it?”

“No,” she said. “That’s the kind of person you are.”

That landed in your chest like a warm stone.

Melissa looked at you like she was deciding something. Then, with uncharacteristic vulnerability, she added:

“Look… I don’t let people in easy. You probably figured that out.”

You didn’t interrupt. Just nodded once.

“But you’ve got something,” she said. “Something steady. Kind. You make this place better—them better.”

Her voice went a little quieter, eyes flicking to yours with something that looked a lot like trust.

“You make me better.”

For a long moment, neither of you said a word.

Then you crossed the space between you and touched her hand—lightly, not assuming, just offering.

Melissa didn’t pull away.

“I care about them,” you said, voice barely a whisper. “And I care about you, too.”

She didn’t smile, not quite. But her hand turned in yours and laced your fingers together.

Then, with a softness that only you got to see, she said:

“I know.”

And the bell rang.

But this time, you weren’t nervous about what came next.

Because you were exactly where you were meant to be.