#if they won’t let us have our cinnamon roll

[thatfantasylovingdork]

If they kill off Mantis in Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3, we riot at dawn.

[starlostseungmin]

husband!seungmin

✰ notes: my brain is not working properly and idk if i could write any lengthy fics as of the moment but here’s husband seungmin because i’m bored and i love our puppy so much. not proofread. DO NOT FORGET TO REBLOG, COMMENT AND LEAVE TAGS! thank you <33

（ seungmin ）chan , lee know , jeongin , han , changbin , felix , hyunjin.

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Husband Seungmin who cried when he saw you walking down the aisle with a big smile on his face thinking that he’s the luckiest man on earth to marry you. He couldn’t wait for the priest to finally announce you as husband and wife then kisses you in front of your friends and family. 

Husband Seungmin whose love language is act of service and words of affirmation with a little bit of gift-giving. 

Husband Seungmin who is still shy about engaging in physical touch. But when he does, he gets really clingy and refuses to let you go. You never complain. He also loves looking at you dreamingly while you sleepーwhispering how much he loves you and kisses your forehead before going to sleep, hugging you tightly. 

Husband Seungmin who cooks every morning before going to workーsometimes at nightーand holds your hand while brewing coffee as he steals kisses whenever you aren’t looking. 

Husband Seungmin who would take the day off from work just to stay home and take care of you when you’re sick. He won’t allow you to move and insist that he’ll do everything you ask for. 

Husband Seungmin who gets a bit possessive when someone who seems interested in you makes a conversation so he’d kiss your lips out of the blue and say, “We’re married.” then show off your wedding rings. 

Husband Seungmin who doesn’t pressure you to have kids with him since he respects whatever decision you make. It doesn’t matter anyway, as long as the two of you are together, that’s enough for him. 

Husband Seungmin who is still feeling nervous when he asks you out on a date. It would always feel like the first timeーhis heart racing, cheeks red as a tomato, the giddiness and sparks, everything goes in slow-motion. He would take you to your favorite places and have the best time. 

Husband Seungmin who loves tea time and is literally serving you hot gossip from workーlaughing at how everyone was so dumb and problematic in the industry. 

Husband Seungmin who used to prefer texts over calls but now he tends to call you often because he misses you. He would also wait for you to hang up first.

Husband Seungmin who would hug you tightly while kissing the crown of your head and whisper words that might comfort you when you’re breaking down and vulnerable in front of him. He would refuse to leave until you feel better. 

Husband Seungmin who makes weird noises and funny faces just to make you laugh. 

Husband Seungmin who acts like a puppy when he wants to be babied and asks for a kiss. 

Husband Seungmin who treats you like royalty. 

Husband Seungmin who gets over the moon when you surprise him with lots of (useful) Sanrio-related gifts. Mostly Pochacco and Pompompurin with a little bit of Cinnamon Roll. 

Husband Seungmin who loves to take A LOT of pictures of you with his phone or camera. You’d complain (playfully) about his storage getting full but he doesn’t mind because you are his muse. 

Husband Seungmin who brings you flowers on random days because they remind him of you. 

Husband Seungmin who kisses your lips intimately because he wants to. It could happen multiple times a day which could lead to something moreーmost of the time. 

Husband Seungmin who would walk away after an argument and come back hours later to apologize. 

Husband Seungmin who doesn’t want you to see him cry but gives in when you hug him. 

Husband Seungmin who gets brutally honest, cries over silly things, and does his little twerk when drunk but still cute as hell. 

Husband Seungmin who always scores 98-100 on coin karaoke and gets cocky. He knows you love listening to him when he sings and gladly does the favor when you ask him to—wherever, whenever. 

Husband Seungmin who is always good at everything. 

Husband Seungmin who doesn’t say “I love you,” most of the time but expresses it in different ways or says it with the things he feels about you. 

Husband Seungmin whose smile is the most precious in the world. You promised not to take it away and never make him cry. 

Husband Seungmin who loves you so much, makes you happy, never fails to make your heart beat, makes you feel loved and accepts you no matter what your flaws are. 

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[actuallysaiyan]

Get Him To Swap Our Places(Scarred!Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader)

warnings: breeding kink, JJK spoilers, AU, Scarred!Nanami, yandere themes, rough sex, unprotected sex, lactation kink, impregnation kink, dark themes, possessiveness, nipple play, slapping, slight daddy kink word count: 1.2k pairings: Scarred!Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader a/n: based on ideas by the wonderful @beneathstarryskies Thank you so much for your beautiful mind!!! also art credit for the banner you can find here dividers by@/benkeibear

taglist: @beneathstarryskies @an-ever-angry-bi @seireiteihellbutterfly

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@cinnamon-girl-writes @felixmr. @typicalemo @entirelysein-e

@starsinmylatte (here is the scarred Nanami fic I promised you!)

“I should have just impregnated you before I went to that damn mission in Shibuya,”

Kento’s words ring in your ears. You whine softly, clinging to your husband as you rock your hips. He can’t quite fuck you the way he used to, but you two always make an effort to make love whenever you can. Kento had been thinking he wouldn’t be able to be intimate with you for a long time after the incident.

He pulls you from your deep thoughts by kissing you and nipping your bottom lip. Your walls clench around him and you squeal in surprise. You look into his eyes, loving the way the darkened and damaged eye still softens when he looks at you. He was never able to properly get the eyesight back, but he still looks at you like the first day he met you all those years ago.

“Did you hear me?” he growls softly in your ear. “I said I should have impregnated you instead of going to Shibuya.”

You whimper, “Baby, don’t think about that.”

He pushes you down onto the bed, maneuvering you both so that you’re on your back and he’s on top of you. You can tell that he can’t move you around quite the same way he used to, but he’s not afraid to do it whenever he feels like he’s got the energy to do so. He kisses you again.

“I just don’t want you thinking that you can just leave me.”

Your heart flutters in your chest. He’s thinking those thoughts again. The ones that cloud his mind for logical thought. He hasn’t been the same man since he’s healed from the incident, but you love him all the same. You cup his face in your hands, but Kento pulls away.

“Tell me you won’t leave me!”

Your eyes widen. You feel your heart breaking for the beautiful man that is above you. You try to reach out to touch him again, but he pins your wrists above your head. You then feel him pushing his cock back into you, making you cry out.

“If you won’t stay, I’ll make you stay!”

He begins to pump into you harder and faster; he leans in to capture your lips in another searing kiss. When you feel his tongue penetrating your lips, you let out a muffled moan. He enjoys playing this little game with you. But it’s not really a game. It’s a power play for him. It gives him leverage and makes him feel so good.

“Going to fuck a baby into you,” he grunts. “Going to get you pregnant.”

You try to reach out to hold him, but he has your wrists so tightly pinned to the bed. He’s enjoying the little squeaks and squeals you let out from being fucked so hard. Something snapped inside of him when he returned to you from that damn incident, and while sometimes it scares you, you know it’s still your Ken underneath it all.

His hips begin to snap violently, pushing the air from your lungs. Kento smirks as he watches you reacting to this. Your eyes rolling back, your mouth hanging open so slightly. Even your cheeks seem a little flush too. You don’t know how you’re supposed to last long with him fucking you this harshly.

“Come on,” he goads you on. “Cum for me, let me feel this pussy clench around me.”

He lets one of his hands come trailing down your body. Kento stops only to begin tweaking your nipples. He roughly pulls on them, causing you to clench around him. His eyes darken even more. 

“Is that what gets you off? Is this what will make you milk my cock?” His voice is laced with need and lust. “Cause you aren’t leaving this bed until you milk my cock. Do you understand me?”

When you don’t reply right away, he slaps your breast. You let out a yelp and moan softly. Nanami leans in to kiss you again, and then he repeats his words.

“Don’t make me repeat myself once again. You aren’t leaving this bed until you milk my cock, do you understand?”

You nod your head pathetically, “Yes, I understand.”

Kento leans in to take one of your pert nipples into his mouth. You let out such a cute little moan, it makes his cock throb deep inside of you. He leans over to take the other one into his mouth, sucking on it softly before letting it go with an audible ‘pop’ sound.

“Mmm fuck, your tits are so sweet. I bet they’ll be sweeter when they are all full of milk.”

Your cheeks burn even more as you hear him say the most feral things about your body. His hand is still keeping your wrists pinned above your head and his hips are still snapping and pumping as he fucks you more and more. You’re so desperate for release now. Soft words of pleading and begging begin to tumble from your lips.

“Tell me you’ll let me drink from your tits,” Kento grunts as he picks up his pace. “Tell me you’ll let me drink the sweet milk from these beautiful tits when you get pregnant.”

“Kento,” you whine. “I…’m gonna let you drink from my tits.”

“That’s my good girl.”

His hand continues to caress downwards, making you shudder at the calloused and scarred hand that’s touching you. He slows his pace just a little so he reaches between the two of you. You let out a soft whimper when his thumb presses on your clit, then he begins to rub it.

“Gonna cum for me? Make me cum inside you, huh? I know you want to make me a daddy.”

His words are making you feel even more aroused than usual. You and Kento like to make love, but he’s never been this rough with you since before the incident. You nod your head eagerly; your lips parted as you begin to moan his name. Your thighs are shuddering as the coil in your stomach is seconds away from snapping.

“Gonna. Fill. You. Up.” Each word is punctuated with a harsh thrust; the first one being the one to push you over the edge. “It’s the only way I get to keep my baby if she has my baby.”

Your hands desperately try to reach out to him to ground yourself. Your breath hitches in your throat as Kento fucks you harder and deeper; slamming himself into you over and over. The pleasure builds too much too fast and you feel the first orgasm teetering into the second orgasm. You cry out, your walls are clamping down on him like a velvet vice.

“Fuck!” Kento growls as he continues to pound into you. “That’s it, milk my cock! Milk daddy’s cock!”

Kento slams into you once more, his cock nestled right against your cervix. Ropes of hot, potent cum begin to fill your waiting womb. You feel so delirious and crazy, the pleasure filling your mind completely that you feel numb to anything else. 

He slumps against your tits, taking one of your nipples into his mouth. He closes his eyes and lets go of your wrists. Immediately, you begin to play with his hair. Both of you catch your breath for a moment; the sound of your breathing being the only thing filling the room.

“I love you,” his voice is vulnerable now.

“I love you too,” you reassure him. “I never had any intention of leaving you.”

[redrose10]

Here is Chapter 12! Sorry for the delay. I am feeling better, but I am still a little behind so I’m hoping the next chapter can be posted in a few days. We’re getting closer to the end!

Yoongi X Female Reader. CEO/Arranged Marriage AU

Summary: You were selected to marry the wayward CEO/Billionaire/Heir, Min Yoongi. You went into it with an open mind and heart determined to try and make it work. Yoongi on the other hand had no intention of ever letting you in let alone allowing himself to fall in love with you. Slowly you start to associate the smell of cinnamon and vanilla with the feelings of hurt and sorrow.

Word count: 2,053

Warnings: (May get updated as chapters progress): Arranged marriage, cheating/infidelity, hints of smut (Probably won’t get very explicit but we’ll see how it goes), Sexual Assault, Brief mentions of death, Reader grew up an orphan, General Angst, Swearing

Tag List: @gimeow @kam9404 @viankiss @baechugff @gaby-93 @kayleefriedchicken @igot7fairlyoddparents @jalexad @drrookie

Yoongi was too stunned to move or even speak. You on the other hand were impatient and wanted to get to the bottom of this as soon as possible. Already with your shoes and coat on you walked back over to Yoongi jingling his keys in front of him, “Come on. Let’s get going.” When he still didn’t move you slammed the keys down in front of him, “Now Yoongi!”

He instantly jumped up and hustled after you. He had to admit he was really really starting to love this new take charge no bullshit Y/N.

Once in the car you punched in the address that Namjoon sent you and Yoongi began the drive over.

“What exactly did Namjoon say?”, he asked finally breaking the silence.

“I’ll let him explain everything, but I think that Suri used him to try and get to me so that she could have you.” Yoongi tried to comprehend, but you didn’t even give him the chance to ask for clarification.

“I just don’t understand what her problem is. Is it really worth ruining so many lives to keep you? I mean no offense Yoongi. You are really attractive and you can be nice when you want to be and you do have money, but aren’t there any other rich idiots she can chase after?”

Yoongi looked over at you with his brows furrowed. He wanted to take offense but you were right in a way so he knew it was best to let that one go. Instead he chose to focus on you calling him attractive instead bringing a slight tint of pink to his cheeks. He knew himself that he was attractive, but something about hearing you say it did something to him.

The two of you arrived at your destination and hastily made your way to the front door knocking several times. A few minutes went by before the door swung open revealing a somber Namjoon. He invited you both in offering some drinks before taking a seat on the couch. You and Yoongi sat across from him.

“Thank you both for coming here. Suri doesn’t know this address so there’s no way she could possibly show up. I wanted to make sure of that.”, he said clearing his throat.

“No problem. I think you should start from the beginning to catch Yoongi up on everything that happened and then we can go from there.”

He nodded, “Okay so I guess I’ll just get right to it then. The first time I met Suri was several months ago. I was leaving your place after one of our lessons and she was waiting for Yoongi out in the hallway. We talked a little and that was it. I met her a few more times in similar situations and each time we’d talk a little more. Then this one time Yoongi and Suri were coming back from doing you know what while I had just spent the evening comforting Y/N.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes, “Oh please. If you were so innocent in all this we wouldn’t be sitting here right now.”

“Yeah well if you weren’t a womanizing cheating asshole then none of this would’ve happened to begin with.”, Namjoon spat back.

“Both of you stop it. This isn’t the time to act like children’.”, you shouted feeling overwhelmed by their bickering.

Namjoon and Yoongi glared at each other before continuing, “Sorry Y/N, you are right. Anyways, Suri asked if I wanted to grab drinks that night. I didn’t but I wanted to find out more about what Yoongi was up to with her so I agreed. After a few too many drink I let it slip that I was starting to develop feelings for Y/N but she told me that she would never cheat and wasn’t able to leave Yoongi. Suri told me that she had a way to make it so that Y/N wouldn’t want anything to do with Yoongi outside of what was required of her. At the time I thought she was genuinely trying to help me, but looking back it was clear she was just using me to get Yoongi for herself. She started asking me for information about the two of you that she could use. That’s how she knew about the cologne that Y/N had made. She knew that the two of you were going up to the cabin so she really increased the amount of texts she sent hoping that Y/N would come across it. She knew that Y/N was going to be at the charity auction and got Hwan involved.”

“Wait, wait, wait, so did you know that Hwan was going to come after me at the auction?”, you asked feeling hurt that he would possibly put you in danger like that.

“Uhh kind of. He was supposed to just say some creepy stuff to you and then I’d swoop in and chase him off so you’d feel safe with me and be upset with Yoongi for not being there for you. But he wasn’t supposed to follow you outside or actually touch you. He took it too far and then I couldn’t find you anywhere in the building. I know it was a really dumb idea and I don’t know what we were thinking.”

You scoffed, “Yeah you think? Thank God Yoongi was there to save me unlike you. I can’t believe you Namjoon!”

“You’re right Y/N and I’m sorry.”

What about the baby situation?”, you asked after taking a breath and wanting to move this long

“So a while ago she came up with this crazy plan to get pregnant by Yoongi. She really thought that was the key to force him to stay with her. I told her that was taking it way too far, but she didn’t care. She stopped her birth control, but never said anything about it. She would complain constantly that Yoongi refused to touch her without a condom. She came up with this ridiculous idea to have another guy get her pregnant and then say the baby was Yoongi’s. I told her she was fucking nuts and that would never work. I was getting to the point I wanted nothing to do with her or this plan. But I honestly didn’t think she would go through with it. Then one night she came over to my place really upset. She said she had just left Yoongi’s office and he had once again told her that their relationship was over. He was going to work on his marriage and that started with cutting her out of his life. He even had security remove her from the building when she wouldn’t leave. She seemed pretty devastated. I felt kind of bad for her, but honestly I was more relieved that she wouldn’t be able to go through with this crazy pregnancy plan. I asked her if she wanted a drink and one drink turned into two and then three and so on. Well one too many drinks later we ended up in my bed together. The next month she told me she was pregnant and was going to tell Yoongi the baby was his. We both knew I was the father based on the last time she had slept with anyone else and I wasn’t going to let her take the baby away from me. Then when we were at the police station she showed me the sonogram and that she was going to tell Jin about it. I got upset and told her that I wouldn’t let her take my baby away from me and if she told Jin about it then I would tell you both about her whole entire plan. So when I found out from Hwan that she went through with it after I had left I decided to call you.”

Your head was spinning round and round. You felt like you were in some kind of weird soap opera. You looked over and Yoongi looked just as shocked as you felt. “Surely she won’t let you get away with this that easily. What is going to happen to you?”, you asked turning your attention back to Namjoon.

“Well I’m definitely going to loose my job since I work for Hwan’s company now.”, he chuckled.

“But I don’t even care any more. There’s an innocent baby involved and I’m not going to let her continue this mess.”

He reached to the side table next to him and grabbed a brown folder. He handed it over to you before leaning back into the couch, “In this folder is everything you’d need to use against her. Copies of texts, emails, voicemail transcripts. There’s a copy of the prenatal dna test we had done that shows the baby is mine.”

Yoongi took the folder and began flipping through the papers humming and letting go of a sigh everytime he saw something interesting.

“I mean this is great and all, but there’s still the issue of the mixtape.”, you said.

“There is no tape.”, Namjoon spoke.

Yoongi and yourself both looked over at him with wide eyes.

“What?!,” you said in unison.

“Yeah she told me all about that and how she wished she still had a copy of it because it seemed to be the only thing that really scared you. Apparently there was a big data breach at her dads label a couple years ago. Some hackers got in trying to access account information. They had no choice but to wipe every system completely clean loosing a ton of music and other files. For some reason they didn’t have any backups. She said the label almost went bankrupt until they debuted that girl group. You know, Old Jeans or New Beans or something like that.”

You lightly chucked at his lack of pop culture knowledge.

He continued, “But yeah there is no tape. She’s been lying to you about it for years.”

Carefully you peaked over at Yoongi. His face was so red he almost looked purple. He was gripping the folder so tightly his knuckles were turning white. Slowly you reached over trying to not startle him and grasped his hand into yours.

“Umm so what do we do now? We can’t just tell her to stop it. If she’s willing to go through all of this there is no way she’s going to just backdown easily.”, you asked.

The three of you sat in silence for a while pondering your next move.

“I have an idea.”, Yoongi finally spoke before getting up. He extended a hand out to you and you accepted following after him towards the door.

Namjoon followed closely behind. “Thank you for coming clean Namjoon but I think we should take a break in our friendship.”, you said before walking off towards the car.

Yoongi walked just outside the doorframe before turning back to Namjoon.

“I’ll handle it from here. Thank you for providing us with the documents.”

“Sure if you need anything else just let me know.”

Yoongi went to walk down the few stairs leading to the walkway before turning around and making his way back up using his hand to stop the door just before it closed.

“Oh and Namjoon.”

The door swung back open and he gestured for Yoongi to continue.

“Stay the fuck away from my wife.”

He turned and walked back down the steps and over to his car where you were already waiting. Gently he placed the folder in the backseat before putting the car in reverse.

He was silent on the drive back to his place and you didn’t want to push him. Once he parked the two of you sat in the car for a while. Yoongi nervously drummed on the steering wheel.

“Hey are you okay?”, you asked concerned with his lack of emotion.

“Yeah I guess I just can’t believe I’ve been so stressed about this stupid mixtape when it didn’t even matter. I thought I’d feel relieved, but I’m just having a hard time processing it.”

“So what is your plan? How do you know it’ll work and not make things worse?”, you asked reaching over for his hand.

He chuckled before looking over at you with a smirk, “Oh it’ll work Y/N. But uh you are definitely not going to like it.”

[orikiys]

✿ ✿ 〞 voicemails with minho before death knocks

✰ pairings: sick!minho x gn!reader

✰ genre: angst, romance, grief

✰ warnings: major character death, mentions of alzheimer’s illness, lots of what ifs and unsaid thoughts, forever isn’t for ever.

✰ word count: 1.2k + words

MINHO | chan | changbin | hyunjin | han | felix | seungmin | jeongin

one 𖨂

hey, uhm i honestly don’t know what to say but i’ll try. so it’s five forty in the morning and i’m sending these to you. the doctors– they said i won’t be able to m-make it. . . and i want to reassure you that whatever happened wasn’t your fault. at all, my kitten. we didn’t know i had this terminal illness, and i think now is the perfect time to say those things i never said. firstly, i love you so much. more than you can imagine. and yes, even more than that tv show of mine. there’s honestly so much to say, but there’s so little time. i have only 2-3 more hours, i suppose? and i begged the doctor to not call you before i’m gone. i know this isn’t fair to you my little star, but i don’t want to see you in pain because of me, or anyone else. which is why i’m afraid of letting go of your hand. afraid that if i go, you will try to follow me blindly, do the wrong things, walk down the wrong paths and will end up losing yourself. i don’t ever want that to happen. ever. so, please don’t cry when i’m gone. i guess you can cry a bit. . . but not much. what if you end up getting a sore throat? if you do, take the medicines from the second drawer in the bathroom, okay?

two 𖨂

i’ll miss you. your goofy faces that you make, your cute little squeaks between your laughs, your beautiful eyes that always shine when you see chocolates and you. all of you. i’ll miss all of you so much. how about you? will you miss me too? will you bake your cinnamon rolls that i love so much at the funeral? or on my birthday? will you? i’m not even sure what happens after death. whether i will even remember you or not, i don’t know. but what i know is, that i’ll watch over you from up there. i’ll always watch. so don’t be afraid to step out of the house after it gets dark. and if you do, carry that pepper spray with you, okay? doesn’t it feel so surreal? me becoming a star, when i always call you my little star? i guess that’s why i’ll have to watch over you from afar. me, a big star. you, my cute little star. i’ll shine bright in the sky, i’m sure of that. so don’t you dare lose that shine on you as well, alright?

three 𖨂

it feels weird and- and scary. i’m so nervous, love. i didn’t want to die like this, never! i wanted to live a long life with you. live with our three little cats, and maybe a few mini versions of ourselves running around our house. i wanted to see you grow old. and i want to keep loving you even when you put hair brushes into the freezer and dishes in the bathroom, i want to be with you. right by your side. and even when you forget to brew your evening coffee, i want to hold your hand and guide you. and even when you keep repeating the same words three times a day, i will pretend it’s new. so that you don’t have to remember that you’re forgetting. yeah, i know it. the doctors told me you can have alzheimer’s over time, it’s highly possible. but i’m afraid i won’t be able to take care of you kitten. and i’m sorry– i really am. i wish it didn’t have to end this way.

four 𖨂

i know you. you were looking for forever. i couldn’t give you that. but i can at least take the batteries out of the clocks so that we’ll be stuck inside this moment as if time had really been stopped. so that i’ll almost get a million extra seconds to spend with you, except here seconds do not exist. it’s only the two of us. you and i. in our forever. and when i die, you can crank your watch– restart the clocks and begin the time. and know that we were infinite the moment you were mine. i’ll always be yours. always. i promise. but i want you to move on. i want you to experience love again while you’re still young. i’ll support every decision of yours from up there, and i’ll cheer on you. i don’t ever want to hold you back. nuh-uh. i want you to move forward, and even though you can look back, i don’t ever want you think you could’ve changed the past. you need to walk on a different road now. one without me. and though it hurts to say this– you need to live without me. live for us. live for the future you always wanted. live to complete those bucket lists of yours and even mine, since i couldn’t complete even a single of them. live. just live happily.

five 𖨂

it’s ten minutes past seven, and i feel sick. pain scale infinite/100. my whole body feels on fire. my hands– they wouldn’t stop trembling no matter how hard i try. my lips have turned pale, and i feel it coming. i can sense it. i can sense death waiting on the door. waiting that the moment i finish it’s going to snatch me away from you, from this world. and i’m trying to stall time. but my body doesn’t listen to me anymore. it’s become weaker and more. . . stubborn. my love. i wish i could call you that more often. my little star. my kitten. all these nicknames are the only way i survived my nights admitted in this hospital. i used to think of you. think of what you would do after i’m gone. think of what you would feel. think of who else would cry for me. and i don’t know what to do. i really don’t. i feel just so helpless. i don’t know what to do anymore. i really don’t. i hope you’re not sad because of it. please don’t be. take care of our three beautiful children okay? tell them that their father has gone to a beautiful place, show them your love, sing to them at night and take them in your arms when you feel sad. and if you ever miss me, look at the rain, or the stars or the clouds, i’ll always be here to listen. always. just as i promised.

six 𖨂

i hoped that death would be a bit kinder. i hoped she gave me some more time, some more years i could spend loving, admiring and memorizing every bit of you. but it’s always unexpected. she comes in unexpected ways and takes away our loved ones in the blink of an eye. i’m talking like a true poet now, aren’t i? give that pink letter to my parents, green one for each members and blue one for you. tell them to open that after a week, it applies to you as well, missy. be kinder to yourself. love yourself. look at the mirror and think of my compliments. felix gives the best hugs. hug him if you feel low. if you ever feel drained out like me. i’m tired now. just– so so tired. can i rest now? please? i’ll always love you regardless of whatever may come. and i’ll always be in your heart. i’m about to be a star, my love. s-signing off, yours forever.

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I was wondering if you could write one with Joaquin's characters about how would they react to getting neck smooches from their S/O I hope you are well in these crazy times 💓

It's finally here! I finally got time to write! I hope you will enjoy anon, @galos-writing helped me a bit with Abbe ;)

Commodus:

Commodus is always a man on his guard. So, naturally his neck wouldn’t be an easy part to reach, even for his lover. 

The truth is also that his neck is very sensitive. Commodus is secretly very ticklish, and his sister and mother used to tickle his neck as they played together before bed. No one had been touching his neck in years. 

The first time you tried to, you joined Commodus in his study. He was working late at night as usual, but you missed him dearly lately. You wrapped your arms around him, kissing his cheek first. “My love…it is getting late...” you whispered, hoping it was obvious you needed him to warm your bed up and cool your body down. 

“I have important work to do, Y/N. I have to stay a little longer.” He replied, his eyes focused on whatever he was scribbling. As always, he would work so hard, from early in the morning to late at night, more than anyone else. Thankfully you were there to make sure he would take a break and not kill himself at the service of his People. 

You pouted at first at his answer and then grinned, leaning closer to his ear “His Highness won’t regret it...” you purred in his ear, nibbling his ear lobe, kissing his jaw and then daring a plant a kiss in his neck, right on his calmly pulsing jugular.

He froze at first, not expecting a kiss there, used to a feeling of coldness due to his armor. Your lips felt soft and warm, the opposite of a cold and hard blade he could have expected.

His skin had goosebumps and he looked down, pondering how to react, if he should let down his defense like he did so many times with you before. He made his quill lightly roll between his thumb and index as he thought. The kiss had been surprising, and yet it felt nice but too quick. “Y/N, can you do that again?” he quietly asked. 

You smiled in relief, you had been holding your breath the whole time, fearing it might have triggered him badly. Surprisingly it didn’t, probably because he had a lot more trust in you than he would think. 

This time, you would place your kiss slowly, your lips tracing kisses along his jugular where you felt his pulse had increased frantically, his skin warm and soft, with a strong scent of cinnamon myrrh, his favorite and prestigious perfume. It was intoxicating, just like the rest of his being. 

This time you would feel him relax under your kisses, his eyes almost closing entirely, his quill escaping his fingers that had become weak. His posture would remain high and yet his neck tilted to give you more space as one of your hands caressed his strong chest. “If my Emperor is willing to join our bed…I shall give him plenty of those...” 

“How dare you try to imp….” But Commodus wouldn’t manage to finish his sentence that a moan escaped his lips as you sucked his skin on a particularly sensitive spot. “Run…if I catch you before you get in bed, I will be the one ravaging your body.” He said, making you giggle, he knew you were fast, and he wouldn’t manage to catch you. What he wouldn’t do to make it seem like he had control while he entirely gave it up willingly the moment he fell for you.

Arthur/Joker:

Arthur adores your neck smooches, he is ticklish too but loves it anyway, probably due to his childish spirit.

You had first tried during a tickle battle actually, both of you laughing as you threw pillows at each other and tickled each other. You ended up straddling Arthur beneath you (or rather he loved to let you win). You blocked his arms and placed your lips in his neck to tickle him, something your mom used to do. 

Arthur would let out a squeal, a loud and boyish noise before laughing heartily, a happy laugh. He was fully relaxed, and he had discovered something new about himself. You would lift your head and smile at him, giving him a tender kiss on the lips. 

“Can I try?” he would ask eagerly, his eyes shining with fondness, his fingers delicately caressing your fingers. “Of course. But on one condition…I won’t go easy on you.” You teased him, challenging him to another play of pillow. And slowly a grin would form on his face, a confident one, that you knew from Joker “Don’t complain what comes afterwards darling.” He would purr. 

One thing you had noticed is that Joker had much more raw strength than Arthur, the madness sometimes gave inhuman strength. And you would be able to resist for long, Joker would be quick, naughty and sly; managing to win rapidly. You would gasp as he sent a last pillow hit that was a little too strong, making you lose your balance to fall off the bed.

But thankfully he would catch you in his arms, throwing his body first so he would take the hit and not you. He would laugh with a big smile, not reacting at all under the pain. “Told you I’d win.” He would say, already filling your neck in kisses, making you squirm as you started to giggle. 

His hand would instantly start to roam your body, Joker was more sexual than Arthur and winning you over a battle was even more exciting to his eyes. Even as he would make love to you afterwards, he would keep on filling your neck in kisses, making you laugh in that moment of intimacy. Arthur was still in there after all.

Bruno Weiss:

Bruno is a grumpy man and he doesn’t like to show himself vulnerable, only when drunk or very tired he does truly reveal himself.

His attitude does change after a while, once the trust builds up.

The first time you did it, was to tease him. He was annoyed by paperwork, keeping on muttering to himself while smoking his cigarette. “Is paying taxes such a headache?” you would ask in a chuckle, making him crush his cigarette in the ashtray. “I’m not working hard to have our money taken away from us.” he would mutter.

“Y/N” he would protest as you sat on his lap. The thing was that he was very weak for you and when you were so close to him, he wouldn’t be able to focus, and he would hate his inability to do so. 

You would grin, you just had to do one thing for him to snap. “You just have to pay darling, or should I do it?” you retorted and quickly smooched his neck before running off, chased by an angry Bruno who would soon calm down under your sweet caresses. 

After this episode, a kiss on the neck would become a soothing gesture for Bruno, one more reminder that he didn’t have to keep his defenses in front of you, that he could be vulnerable. It would be a reminder you would always be there, that you wouldn’t abandon him like everyone else did.

Charlie:

The first time you kissed Charlie in the neck, it didn’t go well, he had the worst reaction you could have expected from him.

You were sitting by the fire with a few companions and his brother. In a moment  of tenderness you would have sat behind him to hug him, placing a kiss on his cheek then neck. However, would quickly tense up, ignoring the soft smile of his brother at the scene. “What the fuck are you doing!?” Charlie would exclaim, instantly leaving your embrace “I’m not some kind of fag!” he would storm angrily to smoke a cigarette. Everyone would turn their eyes away from you in embarrassment except Ellie, patting your shoulder reassuringly “You know he didn’t mean it.”

And indeed, despite hurting, you knew Charlie was keeping a rough mask in front of everybody and you had brushed it off without thinking.

You would leave him alone for some time to process his gesture. He would be silent, feeling awkward after his outburst, shifting his weight from one leg to the other.

“I’m sorry Charlie. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad” you would apologize sincerely. You knew he had a rough past and he was the little brother always acting tough to protect the ones he loved, it had cost him half of his sanity. 

“I don’t trust everyone here. I don’t want them to think…” he sighed, throwing his cigarette on the ground and crushing it with the heel of his boot.

You would approach him, wanting to hug him from behind but as you reached out your hand you wouldn’t dare to touch him.

I know. You don’t have to explain yourself. I won’t do it again.” you would offer softly, doing your best to accommodate your struggling lover.

“What are they doing? Are they looking?” he would ask after a moment of silence. You would look back “No, they went to sleep. Ellie is kissing his…scarf.” you replied, an intimate gesture his brother didn’t fear to show.

“Can you do it again?” he would ask in a mutter, you would hear his voice on the edge like a great effort he would make to let down his barriers and he would not repeat himself, fearing.

Joe:

The neck would be a triggering part for Joe, always has been as a soldier. This was part he would have to protect often during the war. But you wouldn’t be aware of this specific trigger point. 

One day, as he would be reading, you wouldn’t pay attention and would come to hug him from behind, you were light footed so he tensed up at first. But when it instantly followed with a kiss on the neck, something cool applying to his skin, triggered a past trauma. 

He would gasp and under the flash push you away strongly, making you fall heavily on the ground, pretty much hitting your head at the same time. “Joe what…” you would manage to say, blinking a few times the stars in your eyes. You would find him curled up in a corner, his arms wrapped around his head and neck as an attempt to protect himself.

Your eyes would widen at the sight, understanding he had been severely triggered. In fact, you now remembered reading some articles about it, how strangling and throat slitting was attempted on some factions of soldiers by the enemy and it was surely what had triggered him.

“Joe it’s me. I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean to scare you.” you would apologize on the verge of tears from the state he was in.

After that it would take a while for him to calm down, he would be closed into silence, feeling guilty of his own reactions to a simple kiss. But you would work things out as always, taking baby steps in trying to eliminate that trigger, his service dog helping as well, nuzzling his truffle in his neck while cuddling.

You would make sure to eliminate the effect of surprise during that gesture, coming to stand in front of him, caressing his chest and slowly tying your arms around his neck, asking for permission to kiss his neck. And it would work out well after many months of trial. You wouldn’t do it much tho cause you didn’t want to push this too fast, besides you loved kissing his lips, chest and arms much better.

With time Joe would grow to like it as well, it was much nicer to open his neck to a loving kiss rather than a cold blade. 

Max California:

- Max California loves neck kisses. He is a very physical lover so when he is with you he is rather clingly, and especially loves PDA, he is a possessive lover but not in a toxic way, he would simply be very proud of you. 

-  Very early in your relationship you would have gone onto neck kisses, at the shop as you assisted you would often lean against him hugging you from behind, placing lazy kisses from time to time as you both await clients to pick their next dirty products. Your neck was constantly filled with hickeys so the clients wouldn’t bother you. 

- However, Max himself was often subject to passion from clients and strangers, men and women desiring the dark punk boy working in a sex shop wearing a crop top. That would make you terribly annoyed and you knew an efficient way to mark your territory. Just do the same!

-  As you had gone to refill a shelf of porn magazines, you would decide to surprise him. Instead of going to insert yourself between his arms, you would hug him from behind as he chatted with a female client, filling his neck in small smooches, looking at the client in the eyes. Without surprise she would understand the message and leave promptly.

- Max would grin and turn his head to meet your eyes “Do you think she had any chance with me?” he would ask, making you blush and bite his neck in protest, making him chuckle. “But keep going, I like it.” He would add, his hand coming to caress your cheek before focusing on work again. 

-You would retain a happy squeal, muffling it against his skin before kissing it. Max wouldn’t be too sensitive on the neck so at first, he wouldn’t get aroused. He would simply be very happy of your attention, that you took the lead. He was a feminist after all so he would encourage such things in public and also loved to be under your control. 

-One day, after a weekend apart Max would even surprise you with a tattoo, red lips modeled on the lipstick you often left in his neck. He would wear a proud grin on his face. “What’d you think?” he asked, very pleased with himself and to show he was a marked territory already.

- “I think I still need to add a little bit more purple to it, you know, to make it livelier.” You grinned back, opening your arms and wrapping them around his neck as you would passionately make out.

Abbe:

As the composed and religious man of God he is, the Abbé has never experienced an intimate touch from no one. 

This has given him incredible awkwardness when he started feeling carnal desires for you besides romantic feelings, his religious trauma and brainwash made him believe he was a sinner and regret his own nature of man. Your love for him made you feel bad for his condition, so of course you tried to help him.

You already knew he would go crazy in the worst way possible if you had taken the lead without psychologically telling him, so you planned to slowly introduce him to physical affection. So you invited him for tea to ‘innocently chitchat’.

During the talk, he seemed still pretty nervous about the topic, but less than usual. It felt like a good sign for you, but you didn’t expect his next request.

The Abbé was actively avoiding your gaze as he parted his lips to speak, his cheeks turned a bright red. “Might I… dare to kiss you?” He asked in almost a whisper, making you blush and then scoff; his excessive politeness was adorable to you. You nodded, and approached, ready for a quick peck. You didn’t expect him to grab your shoulders and capture your lips for a goofy yet extremely heated kiss. 

You could hear him let out little noises already despite you weren’t touching him either. So, when the kiss was over, you smirked, licking your lips, delighted by that kiss, and leaned closer, brushing your lips against his neck. You could hear a gasp escape his lips, which lowkey turned you on. 

So you started by giving his neck a first soft kiss, noticing his chest moving up and down faster and his heartbeat louder. He swallowed down, trying to reluctantly pull back, it was obvious he was loving those kisses yet he thought it was wrong. “Y/N…”, he whimpered, letting out soft moans for every kiss you gave him. Every moan of his was one more shiver of excitement running through your spine. 

You suddenly felt your clothes being grabbed by his fists, his noises became a bit louder and his hips were starting to slightly jerk forward. Unfortunately that thick pitch black cassock was leaving no room for imagination, but you knew underneath he was fighting against a massive boner.

Suddenly, after you gently nibbled a spot on his throat, he let out a high pitched whimper, obviously choking other noises in his throat and trembling a bit, his mouth was agape. You stepped back, thinking you hurt him, but after some seconds, he was heavily painting and squeezing his legs together: he came just with your neck kisses. 

You would have lied if you said you weren’t proud of yourself. Especially after he looked at you dead in the eye and said: “There’s no turning back after this, right…?”. He seemed defeated, yet somehow relieved when you shook your head, hopeful to get further with him. Finally.

Merill

Merill is a lover of PDA and of neck kisses as well. Which means that naturally he would give them to you.

He is a protective man and possessive. In public he would especially love to stand behind you and wrap his arms around your waist to place a tender kiss on your neck.

Naturally you would return the favor. Merill wouldn't be surprised or taken aback, he would let you do and even lean into your touch.

For Merill, neck smooches would represent letting himself get vulnerable willingly for the one he loves.

It was something he was proud of. Merill was known across town for his strong character, his stubbornness, and impulsivity. And many thought that he wasn’t an easy man to handle, that despite attracting many girls with his look, when they got to know him they would run away. 

It wasn’t the truth actually, ladies loved how he knew what he wanted and his passion, his love for his family. And you were the lucky one, the only one he ever allowed neck kisses from, encouraging you to mark him with hickeys, show who he belonged to. 

You would especially enjoy tickling him with your lips during a baseball match, distracting him when he was getting too agitated by the bad talent of some. It would work wonderfully, to the point he would melt in your touch, his attention drifting away more and more from the match to focus on you. During the final match you would end up making out and more in the lockers room where no one would come to find you.

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[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery

AN: thank u @iobsessoverfictionalmen for this idea haha

warnings: swearing, mention of smut, mention of daddy kink

I leaned against the counter as I watched ray shelve the new books that had come in. A small smile grew as ray hefted the box in his arms, muscles flexing with the movement. Peter was in the back looking through the ghostbusters merchandise for his students.

“enjoying the show?” Ray asked, snapping me out of my daze. I jumped slightly and he chuckled. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Shut up ray.” I muttered. Ray tossed the box behind the counter and wrapped his arms around my waist. He kissed me softly and I pressed my hands against his chest.

“what were you thinking for lunch?” he asked. I shrugged. Ray rubbed my hips as he waited for an answer.

“I don’t know daddy.” I whispered. Rays eyes darted towards the back room before his smile grew. “Maybe you could pick for us.” Ray hummed deep in his chest before dipping me slightly and kissing me deeply. “Should we kick Pete out?” I asked. Ray nodded, pulling me back up before heading into the back room. Peter came out with a box and was laughing at something ray said.

“enjoy lunch you two!” He called as he headed out. I waved as ray locked the door.

“what did you say to him?” I asked as ray grabbed my hand and pulled me upstairs to our apartment.

“just we were closing up for lunch and if he didn’t want to he locked in here he better leave.” Ray laughed.

“that would do it.” I laughed as he tugged me onto the bed. About a week later, we were at the firehouse. Ray and Peter had gone out on a low level bust at the Sedgwick. They just came back, ray groaning as he got out of the ecto. “Ray!” I called as I ran over to him, hugging him as Peter grabbed the traps from the back.

“He’s had a long hard day.” Peter chuckled. Ray rolled his eyes before kissing me softly. I rubbed his chest and smiled at him when he pulled away. “I think daddy’s gonna need some loving tonight.” My hand froze on rays chest and my eyes went wide, staring at the patch that said stantz. Rays grip on me tightened.

“what was that Pete?” Ray asked, voice shaky. Peter gave ray a wink and smirked at me.

“ain’t that right (Y/N)?” Peter asked. “Gonna give your daddy all the love he deserves?”

“venkman.” I groaned. Peter laughed as he headed downstairs to take care of the traps.

“he isn’t wrong though.” Ray whispered. “Some loving would be nice.” I sighed and looked at ray. He broke away and handed the paperwork to Callie. She nodded before going to file it.

“when venkman is good and far from us.” I agreed. “I am not dealing with his teasing.”

“he won’t let up. You know that.” Ray pointed out as he took my hand and led me out onto the street. "He teased me for years when he found out I got a blowjob from a ghost. And that I fell out of bed because I had a dream about it."

"You never told me about falling out of bed." I laughed. Ray rolled his eyes and drew me closer.

"Oh daddy!" We heard from behind us. Ray rolled his eyes as Peter came running up.

"I thought you said he couldn't hear us in the backroom." I muttered. Ray sighed.

"That's what I thought." He whispered back. "What do you want Venkman?"

"Oh nothing daddy." Peter teased, throwing his arm around Ray's shoulders. "Just thought I could walk home with you two lovebirds." Ray groaned and I felt my face heat up. I looked away from the two. Ray kept a tight hold on my hand, keeping me from walking away from the two friends.

"Peter, cut it out." Ray said, blushing a deep shade of red. "What happens in our bedroom is none of your business."

"Then it should have stayed in your bedroom." Peter snickered. "Never took you for one to be into the whole daddy thing Raymond." He smirked. "Given how much of a cinnamon roll you were back in the day. Couldn't even stay in bed when you were dreaming about getting a blow..." Ray shoved Peter and rounded on him.

"Shut the fuck up Peter." Ray growled. Peter's eyes went wide and he smirked at Ray.

"Oh you didn't tell them about that?" Peter asked, eyes flickering over to me. "You really should. In case it happens again, daddy." Ray shoved Peter again.

"I said shut up Venkman!" Ray's voice got deeper and he looked like he was about ready to kill Peter. "Leave it!" Peter looked over at me before looking at Ray again. Ray was shaking with anger.

"Ray." I whispered, pulling my hand out of his and placing it on his arm instead. "Peter's just an asshole. Let's go home." Peter watched us carefully. "He's just trying to get a rise out of you. Come on." Ray took a deep breath and looked back at me. He nodded and turned away.

"What? Can't take a little teasing? Egon isn't here to keep you at bay so your little play thing has to?" Peter called after us. "Isn't that right daddy?"

"RAY!" I yelled as he turned back towards Peter. I grabbed his arm just before Ray could hit Peter. "He's just getting a rise out of you! You said it yourself. He won't let it go! Leave it alone." Peter stared at Ray.

"What the fuck Ray?" Peter squeaked out. "I'm just giving you a hard time. You know that. I do it all the time." Ray was breathing heavily in his anger.

"Wouldn't kill you to leave the one thing alone Pete." Ray breathed out. "Just leave this alone. This is between me and (Y/N). Leave it alone." Peter nodded.

"Ok. I'll leave it alone." He said. Peter rubbed the back of his neck. "And I'm sorry about the dig at Egon. I didn't mean that." Ray nodded and took my hand again.

"Let's go." Ray muttered as he started off towards home again. I looked back at Peter over my shoulder. He was watching us as we left. "He's not going to let it go."

"No he won't." I agreed. "But you can't just go and fight him every time he brings it up." Ray sighed.

"No I can't." He agreed. "I want to but I can't. I'm just going to have to get used to it aren't I?" I nodded and hugged his arm.

"Sorry Ray." I said. He kissed my head.

"Not your fault." Ray said. "He shouldn't have been listening in." I nodded in agreement. "How about next time he tries to listen in, we give him something to listen in to? What do you say to that little one?" I laughed as Ray tugged me closer.

"Oh you're incorrigible daddy." I said, kissing Ray on the cheek.

[lvis44]

People always get butthurt when I allude to DTS hate and it’s not hate of those who became fans from DTS.. honestly, WELCOME!! It’s hate to those who form MASSIVE opinions without watching an actual race ever or are arguing with stats when they’ve barely watched a full season (painfully common). I don’t care how you got into the sport, I’m glad you’re here, but don’t over compensate. I’ve been watching f1 for about 20 years (time I remember, I’m sure I watched it as an infant lol) and the amount of times I’ve found myself on Twitter with new fans trying to argue with me about stats and records is insane (they’re blatantly wrong, quick Google search shows it). I grew up in Pro Motorsport (won’t go further into that now but my father works for a literal rally race team ((not f1 obvi, feel free to ask questions but I will be careful))) and f1 was a staple in our family from day one. Sundays were reserved for f1 when we were all home, my mom always made a special breakfast (scrambled eggs, Pillsbury cinnamon rolls, buttered white toast ((a treat, always wheat breast during the week)) and bacon,) and my dad would wake me and my brother up no matter the time of the race (middle of the night races were our favorite because dad would bring home chicken wings and then let us stay up as late as we wanted lol, so we could watch live) they then let us sleep as long as we needed as long as all 4 of us had watched the race. My brother and I loved the SCREAM of the f1 cars (keep in mind this was 15 years ago so it was still V8s ((literally nothing compares to that, it’s magical, you feel it in your soul)), so our parents always saved up so we could go to at least quali in MTL, always GA but always amazing. I started going to those before Lewis was even in f1 but the second he touched f1 my family decided he was the one (my dad and brother have problems sticking with anyone not actively winning) but mom and I have stuck with Lewis. My parents have divorced and my brother and I are full grown adults but my dad still gets us together for f1 quali in MTL as tradition (even tho I will say quality for fans has gone down at least in MTL over the last few years). So don’t come into my anons arguing with me about stats and genuine facts… I grew up in mechanics, racing, and auto sport (yes they are different things) and I’ve been watching f1 my entire life… I mentioned my cousin getting into f1 through DTS and the anons came flooding. She is at least getting into it with knowledge behind her, she understands a lot more of the racing than so many of the absolute trolls out there do, she’s just enjoying fast cars and pretty men. ANYWAY…….

[mariacallous]

The inside cover of my grandmother’s cookbook is inscribed with her handwriting, “Think of me when you cook.” It is a copy of the same spiral-bound book that has been given to all of the women in my family. “The Sephardic Cooks: Comé Con Gana” has somehow made its way from one synagogue in Atlanta to Sephardic communities and families from New Jersey to California. It has all the classic recipes, including a section titled “Main Dish Pastries.” These dishes are the cornerstone of the Sephardic tradition, desayuno.

The word “desayuno” literally translates to “breakfast” in Ladino, the dying Judeo-Spanish language historically spoken by Sephardic Jews. Yet, the meaning extends beyond that one meal. In Sephardic culture, desayunois a category of foods associated with the large Saturday morning meal that would be served after Shabbat, including egg dishes and savory pastries. 

These desayuno foods are some of my favorite things to eat and the ones I most associate with my own family traditions. The blocks of crustless quajado (spinach quiche) that always seemed to be in my childhood freezer, ready to thaw for lunch. The doughy, cheesy spinach boyos my grandmother would have ready for our breakfast every time we traveled to visit her. The pasteles (mini meat pies) my great-aunt taught to a room filled with four generations of cousins at our family reunion last summer. The rice-and-cheese-filled bureka pastries my mom comes over to make with my kids and me. 

While delicious and crowd-pleasing, these are also some of the most time-consuming recipes to prepare. I picture my great-grandmother standing in a friend’s kitchen as all the ladies of the community work together to knead mounds of dough, mix a vat of filling, fold and crimp sheets and sheets of burekas. Whether this is accurate or just my imagination justifying why it feels intimidating to make these by myself, desayuno pastries do not align well with today’s fast-paced, individual lifestyle. Save for the times my mom comes to bake with us (importantly, bringing a container of prepped filling), making dough and pastry from scratch is not happening in my kitchen. 

I hope to be a part of the thread that keeps Sephardic traditions alive, yet I do not want to let perfection be the enemy of my intentions. I think my grandmother would agree. While she baked burekas with all of her grandchildren and always had a freezer full of freshly baked rosca (coffee rolls), she was never one to turn down a good shortcut. She developed her own boyo recipe featuring Hungry-Jack biscuit dough as the base and once described to me a full lentil soup recipe, only to end it with, “or you could just buy a can of lentil soup.” She loved when I would call her to share that I had tried a Sephardic recipe, such as cinnamon biscocho cookies or lemon chicken soup. Whether my attempts had been successful or a flop (like my rock-hard biscochos), her smile would be audible through the phone saying, “I’m just so glad you tried.” 

As Sephardic culture and traditions fade and assimilate, food provides an important outlet to preserve history and share it with family and friends. More important than getting it right or spending hours in the kitchen is remembering our traditions, trying recipes, talking about or simply eating Sephardic foods, regardless of who made them.  

In that spirit, I would like to propose lowering our standards, for the greater good of keeping traditions alive. Consider a desayuno with fewer parts or with a little help from the freezer aisle. Rather than the large spread my ancestors would prepare for days in advance, consider making one thing from scratch (though I won’t tell if you cook zero things). You could make a batch of burekas or a quajado, arguably the easiest of the Sephardic breakfast dishes, or even just prepare a pot of hard-boiled eggs. Supplement with frozen spanakopita, Ta’amti Bourekas or a Trader Joe’s Greek cheese spiral for a full table. 

Nothing will taste quite like homemade pastries fresh from the oven and I still aspire to make them (occasionally). Yet, even when I munch a makeshift Sephardic meal, I will be thinking of my grandmother, just as she inscribed in her cookbook. As long as we are sharing food together, talking about Sephardic traditions, remembering meals and people who matter to us, I will call it desayuno. I think my grandmother would be proud. 

[erin-bo-berin]

I need some steve fluff I don’t even know lol give me something …anything hahah

OKAY SO.

Imagine Steve and your baby’s first Christmas. He isn’t a year old yet but say 8-9 months. He’s crawling, he can sit and actually play a bit, so he can have a bit of fun.

Steve wakes up early, letting you sleep in just a little bit longer and goes to check on his little guy. He’s awake, standing in his crib, waiting to be picked up. He gets so excited to see one of his favorite people—daddy.

He squeals and Steve’s heart melts every single time he hears his little boy call him “da da”. He can’t believe this little human is part him and he’s a father. It’s been almost a year, but sometimes he still can’t believe it’s real.

“Well hello there, little man,” he’d chuckle, picking him up out of his crib, “You’re up so early, I’m sure you must’ve caught Santa sneaking out. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.”

Baby boy Harrington just babbles happily, glad to be out of his crib and in his daddy’s arms.

“You ready for your first ever Christmas? It’s the first of many.”

Of course, Steve has him dressed in the cutest little candy cane striped footie pajamas. When Steve pointed them out in the store to you, you couldn’t resist.

Steve put little guy in them the prior evening and your little baby sized clone of Steve looks adorable in them.

“Mommy’s been so busy with you lately, I’m letting her sleep in just a bit longer. I’m sure you won’t mind too much waiting to open presents.”

Steve sits with him in the rocking chair in the corner of the room, telling him all about yours and his Christmas traditions.

“We split our day between going to your mommy’s parents house and then we go to grandma Joyce and grandpa Hopper’s for the big get together. Everyone seems to drop in all afternoon. There’s lots of good food, lots of fun and lots of presents. Something tells me you’re going to get spoiled this year.”

Baby boy definitely was considering there was half a dozen presents from him, just from the kids alone. They loved their little nephew so much.

“But first, we have Christmas breakfast together. Just your mommy and me. Well now you too, buddy. Last year you were still in mommy’s tummy so you weren’t out here with us to celebrate. Mommy fed you lots of good food though considering you were kicking happily all day, according to her.”

Your son is just staring up at Steve, sucking on his fist, enraptured by the sound of his voice.

“We usually have cinnamon rolls for breakfast. From a can—it’s easiest for me to make. I’ll warn you now kiddo, daddy isn’t the best cook. Then we open presents. I’m sure you’re going to have more fun with the boxes and wrapping paper than the actual gifts, but you’re cute, so I can’t complain.”

“Then after a long day of family, friends, food and gifts, your mommy and I are usually so tired we end up coming home and crashing. Last year, you wore mommy out so much I found her asleep in the hallway by the front door. She’d sat down to take off her shoes and promptly fell asleep.”

Steve chuckles at the memory and baby boy coos.

“But this year, I get to fall asleep after a great Christmas Day with the best woman and best little guy ever. How does that sound for a Christmas?”

“I think it sounds wonderful,” you’d say from the doorway where you’d been listening to Steve talk to your son.

He looks back at you with a grin and then stands, his mini me in his arms.

“Then let’s get this Christmas started.”

You both laugh as your son shrieks with joy, clearly agreeing with his daddy.

[charmstwit]

okok if you are still playing the ask game i would love to see a snippet of kingsley and james if possible?

Oh, we're still playing. We'll play through the weekend if we keep getting asks. There's lots of options in our ask game that no one has touched yet!

So this is a snippet of something that's still a bit undefined. It was the immediate precursor to Come with Me -- as in we wrote this and then decided to change course and dive right into a whole sequel rather than a series of side alongs. This particular one might make it into Come with Me, or if it doesn't, it'll be posted as a canon-adjacent side along.

~~~

They walk into the kitchen to find Kingsley standing at the stove wearing pants and an apron. “Good morning, brother husbands. I couldn’t find your sausages, but I managed to make some crepes.” 

“I think our sausages are busy getting knotted in the bedroom currently,” James says. He walks up behind Kingsley, wrapping his arms around Kinglsey’s waist. “Shack, Remus won’t let me suck his dick.” 

“Won’t let you?” Remus scoffs, grabbing some fresh fruit, jam, and cream out of the fridge for the crepes. 

“Well, you’ve said no twice now,” James says. “Deny me again, and I’ll think you won’t like me anymore.” 

“Poor little omega,” Kingsley says, flipping the last crepe onto his tray before turning off the stove. “I think your prong is poking my arse.” 

“Blame Moony,” James says, nuzzling into Kingsley’s shoulder. “If I’d had it my way, I would have come already.” 

Remus scoffs. “You’re just asking to be turned over this table, aren’t you?”

James turns away from Kingsley to face Remus. “Yes, but I bet you won’t.”

Remus grabs James and pushes him face first into the table. He traps one of James’s hands behind his back and leans over him. “You just want to get fucked in front of Kingsley, don’t you little one?” On the last two words, he pushes two fingers inside of James. 

James groans at the sudden stretch. “No, I wanted fucked in bed, or to blow you in the hallway.” 

Remus stills, fingers pressed into James’s prostate. “So you want me to stop?”

“No, no, please Moony, I need–” 

“I know what you need,” Remus says, fucking James with two fingers. “I think you’re prepared enough, don’t you?”

“Yes, please, alpha.” 

Remus pulls his fingers out of James, slicking his own cock with James’s slick, and then slides into him. He ignores James’s groan as he begins to thrust into him and looks at Kingsley. “Sorry about this. You know how needy my omegas can get.” 

Kingsley sets down the tray of crepes next to James on the table, and pulls one onto his plate. “No bother,” Kingsley says, adding some cream and strawberries to his crepe. “I’m the one who brought my needy husband before you all were awake. I assume he woke you pulling Sirius out of bed?”

“He didn’t,” Remus responds, stroking down the knobs of James’s back with a soft hand. “I woke up to Regulus already fucking him next to me.” 

“Ah, that’s because he lets himself get too desperate,” Kingsley says. “I could tell he was getting antsy for Sirius last night, but he insisted he didn’t need it.” 

“Why do they do that?” Remus asks. “Do you want to join? I can bring James closer to you and you can use his mouth.” 

Kingsley waves him off with his fork. “I already knotted Regulus this morning before he started telling me he was craving cinnamon rolls.” 

“Why… uh… not… cinnamon…rolls?” James asks, punctuated by Remus’s thrusts into his arse. 

Kingsley stabs a piece of strawberry with his fork and holds it to James’s lips for him to bite. “I think he’s getting his fill of cinnamon right now, don’t you?”

[rythasbrenelle]

Prompt #5: Stamp

“You’ve got some strange quirks, lad,” Sosonado observed. “Wouldn't have thought that left arm of yours did anything, the way it flopped about till now. You sure proved me wrong.” Locke set the third crate down with a grunt and turned, glaring first at the shopkeep, who had made no move to help, then at Sosonado, who seemingly couldn’t help on account of his size. He let the look serve as his response and returned to the wagon. Sosonado soon joined him, gave the chocobos an order with the reins, and the wagon lurched forward.

For the most part, the streets of Ishgard could accommodate the wagon. Locke had to admit the height made him nervous at times — a misstep from either bird in the wrong place could easily send all of them hurtling into the snow and fog below — but he appeared to be the only one with that problem. Neither Sosonado nor the birds seemed to mind.

They stopped at the Skysteel Manufactory next. Sosonado led the way, holding the door open for Locke as he staggered through with another box of cargo. He thought he handled it reasonably well, considering it felt like a crate full of rocks, but his stomach had started to growl a good half-bell ago and there was half a wagon of goods remaining. The sounds of bartering — compliments, veiled jabs, numbers, boring nonsense — buzzed in Locke’s ears. It was easily lost amidst the persistent hiss of steam and the pulse and grind of machinery. He clicked his claws against the counter as he waited, scanning the room.

There were several people tinkering with little devices throughout the room. Strange, but not weapons, as far as Locke could tell. Was all the good stuff behind that door across the room? It had some sort of sign over it, but the shapes carved into the wood held no meaning to him. Was it a workshop? “That, there's another one!” Sosonado yelped suddenly. Locke turned on him, the drooping corners of his mouth asking the question he wouldn’t voice. What are you going on about?

“You swivel your ears at things. I assume you do it to listen? You kept focusing on the pipes and that large contraption,” Sosonado explained, a triumphant grin lighting up his face. “Oh, and you seem to like tapping your claws. No rhythm to it though. It’s just noise. You’re not a musician, are you?” Locke huffed and pointedly lifted his hand from the counter, dropping it to hang at his side. “You done?” Sosonado shook a bag in Locke’s direction; it jingled, an alluring noise, more interesting than any of the secrets the Manufactory might be hiding behind the closed door. “Ah, there are those ears again. But aye, quite done. Shall we be off?”

They returned to the cart. At Sosonado’s instruction, the chocobos brought them to the market. There, Sosonado traded with what had to be half the merchants in the Holy See. Locke alternated between assisting him and sitting by idly, looking up and down the street at the goods on display. A pleasant scent, warm and sweet, drew Locke’s attention away. It clung to a Hyur man, rolled off of his hair and clothes in waves. As Locke focused on him, and he drew closer, there was something else. A touch of cinnamon?

“Your nose is twitching,” a gravelly voice commented at Locke’s side. “Like a—” “Ridiculous.” “Biggest word I’ve ever heard you use,” Sosonado taunted, but he didn’t finish his previous thought. Not aloud, anyroad. Instead, he returned to the wagon and fiddled with some bags and coins while Locke listened to the gil jingle and watched the market. The smell of baked goods had unfortunately vanished.

“Here you go, merc.” Locke turned just in time to catch a pouch full to the point of bursting. Thankfully, the seams held. “Your pay, and the bonus I promised you. I won’t be offended if you want to count it first, but otherwise, our business is concluded.” Sosonado flashed an easy grin at him. “Unless I can convince you to sit still for a sennight while I see to a few things? I’ll be bringing some goods back the way we came, and I could use a guard.”

Locke pulled the bag open and combed his fingers through it as he considered the offer. The pouch was pretty heavy, and all the coins looked real. Surely it would cover a moon of rent and food. The boss would be ecstatic if he brought back two bags so full they were almost overflowing. “Long time to sit still,” he muttered. “We’ll see.” Sosonado sighed. “That sounded a lot like a no, but very well. How about a meal and drinks before we call it a day then? My treat.” Locke nodded immediately, and Sosonado barked a laugh. “I thought so. Your stomach’s been growling since our first stop.” They stabled the chocobos and left the wagon with them, then walked the rest of the way to The Forgotten Knight. The common room wasn’t too different from what they’d seen at the Observatorium — stone walls, simple wood furniture, a fire crackling in the hearth to warm patrons as they tried to escape the cold — and, given the hour, it was similarly crowded.

Locke entrusted the talking to Sosonado and instead wandered over to the fireplace, letting the heat wash over his flushed skin. The Forgotten Knight was about as far as one could get from life in the Skatay, but that feeling, of the cold being chased away after bells spent exposed to the elements, carried decades of nostalgia. He closed his eyes and basked in it.

“Oi, lad, drinks are– oh!”

Locke swiveled an ear even as his head turned, hearing the splash of liquid and the hollow clatter of a mug hitting the floor before his eyes found the source.

An Elezen man dressed in fine, warm-looking furs and a formerly spotless white shirt looked at the dark juice dripping down his front with narrowed eyes and a curled lip. His eyes, hard as flint, flicked over to Sosonado, who was still holding one mug and scrambling to his feet.

“Terribly sorry. Truly, a thousand apologies,” Sosonado said, speaking so swiftly the words slurred together.

“You ruined my clothes, you inattentive rat,” the Elezen growled. He leaned forward, hands dropping to his hips, looming over Sosonado. “You'll be paying for them.”

Locke didn't miss the saber on his hip, though he didn't make any move to draw it. Sosonado didn’t either, judging from the way his eyes drifted toward it before snapping back up to the man’s face. Fingers curling at his side, eager to reach for a weapon but restrained by what little sense was in his head, Locke took a few steps closer. Just in case.

“Of course, of course,” Sosonado agreed, finally getting to his feet and stepping off to the side. He glanced toward Locke. Everything on his face and in his eyes said Don’t. Then he looked back at the Elezen and smiled, perfectly pleasant. “That’s only fair.”

“Hm. I'll send an assistant to collect in the morning.” The Elezen sidestepped the mess and turned, beginning to move for the stairs, but the change in direction brought him straight to Locke.

He jostled the man with his shoulder, the metal spaulder jabbing him just below the chest. It earned Locke a wordless exclamation of indignation and the pleasure of watching the Elezen take two haphazard steps back, into the grape juice spilled across the floor.

“Watch it, runt,” the Elezen spat, glaring at Locke before looking down toward his feet, assessing the mess. Irritation rolled across his sharp features.

The satisfaction fell off of Locke’s face in a heartbeat. He clicked the metal heel of his boot against the floor. “What’d you call me?”

“Lads, lads, no need for this,” Sosonado said. He stepped forward, in between the pair, one hand on the Elezen’s leg and the rim of a mug against Locke’s. “It was my fault in the first place. I'll pay your tailor, sir, and I'll get you another juice, Locke. And all will be well.”

Sosonado looked up at Locke meaningfully. “Right?”

“None of that is relevant to this brat intentionally barring my way.”

“Who cares about that?” Locke snapped. “I’m not short.”

“Well–” Sosonado began, only to be cut off by a look from Locke.

“You clearly are,” the Elezen said, unaffected. “Were it otherwise, I might have seen you. The same goes for your Lalafell friend there.”

Another tap of Locke’s bootheel, harder this time. A stomp.

“Are you throwing a tantrum?” the Elezen scoffed. He pushed Locke back a step and moved to leave the other way, toward the stairs in the back. Under his breath, quiet but not so quiet a Viera and Lalafell couldn’t catch it, he muttered, “I can't waste my time arguing with a child.”

Locke snatched the mug from Sosonado and stomped a third time, shifting his weight to his back foot. With perfect form, he launched the mug at the Elezen’s back, a spray of ale following its trajectory like the tail of a comet.

“Stomping warnings,” Sosonado groaned as hell broke loose across the common room. “Like a bloody rabbit.”

[annaphoenix1994]

Ch.130 - Negative

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Simon and Johnny take Baler hunting; Kiera is saddened by a negative pregnancy test.

“Rise and shine, lad,” Simon chimed from Baler’s doorway, smirking at how Baler groaned when the light to the room was flipped on. “Time to get up.”

“Dad, it’s Saturday!” He groaned, his eyes still squeezed shut as he rolled onto his back. “What time is it?”

“4 o’clock. I guess while you were busy getting wasted on cheap whiskey and being run over by a bull, you forgot about our hunting trip today, huh?”

“Can we go next weekend? I worked late and my head still hurts from last night—”

“That’s exactly why you’re still going today,” Simon chuckled. “You still have a lot to learn about your responsibilities, especially keeping your word. We’ve rescheduled this hunting trip once already and if we reschedule it again, there’s a chance we won’t get a deer and get a bloody squirrel instead. Now get up. I won’t tell you again.”

The teen groaned in disagreement, huffing before he forced himself to sit up in bed, exposing himself to the cool air outside of his comforter.

“Keep your huffing and puffing to a minimum when you leave your room. You don’t need to wake your mum and siblings with that noise,” He arched his brow. “Johnny will be meeting us shortly. Get dressed while I make you something to eat.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Hey,” Simon nearly barked in offense. “Even though I’m still pissed for that little stunt you did last night, you still don’t have to call me sir, alright?”

“O-Okay, dad.” Baler nodded, swinging the comforter off of him while Simon left the doorway, making his way to the kitchen to make a quick breakfast while he waited for Johnny to arrive, knowing he’d eventually have to call him to wake him up as he was always one to sleep through a hangover. “Looks like I’ll have two kids to babysit today.” He huffed to himself, shaking his head while he reached into the fridge to get the carton of eggs and pack of bacon and cheese to make a bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich for him and Baler.

“Never thought I’d see the day where you’re up early making breakfast.” Kiera giggled from behind him, shocked to see that Simon was unaware of her presence until she spoke.

“You should go back to bed, love. You’ve had a long night.” He chuckled.

“It was kind of hard to when my main source of warmth left from my side this morning,” She shrugged. “Besides, I smelled something cooking and was worried that you let Baler cook.”

“If he was cooking, this house would be burnt to the ground,” He huffed. “Besides, I think you’re mistaking yourself: you’re like a furnace when you sleep nestled against me. I’ll never understand how you can bundle yourself up with a blanket while you’re body is hot to the touch. I was ready to sleep outside.” He breathed a laugh.

“I can’t explain it either,” Kiera shrugged. “Is Baler up?”

“He is. And he’s not happy,” He chuckled. “He’ll wake up once he gets out in the cold.”

Kiera giggled at the thought, knowing that having to be awake and move after being primarily hungover was a better punishment than just grounding him. She sat down at the kitchen table, surprised at the glass of iced coffee Simon had made for her – topped with whipped cream and cinnamon sugar. “You must’ve known I was going to wake up if you had this waiting on me, babe.”

“I always know you wake up when I get out of bed, love.”

“Always proud of your husband of the year title,” She giggled before taking a sip of the coffee he had made for her. Perfect. “You always make the best coffee for someone who hates iced coffee.”

“You’d be surprised the things I’ve grown to like since you and I,” He smirked, adjusting the belt around his waist that held up his camouflage pants. “Just like I’ve come to force myself to enjoy that rubbish your mum calls sweet tea just because it makes her happy to see me drink it.”

Kiera’s heart swelled at his admission, knowing he was genuine.

“Morning, momma,” Baler spoke softly, yawning as he drug his feet against the floor to meet them in the kitchen, taking a seat at the dining table.

“Good morning, baby,” She smiled. “Sleep good?”

“I know you’re being sarcastic, mom,” Baler arched his brows with a huff. “My head fu- hurts.”

“That tends to happen when you drink cheap whiskey and get ran over by a bull.”

Baler scoffed, “Dad already told me that. I think I’ve learned my lesson—”

“You’re nowhere close to learning your lesson,” Kiera arched her brow. “But this is a start.”

“If you say so,” He nodded, his eyes glancing to her glass of iced coffee. “Can I have some?”

“No, it’ll stun your growth,” Simon chimed in, setting his plate down in front of him. “Eat fast. Johnny will be here in a few minutes.”

Simon watched as Baler began eating his sandwich before looking to his wife, “Hungry?”

“It’s too early for me to eat, babe. I’ll eat when Kristen comes over.”

“Okay, love.” He smiled, turning back towards the kitchen counter to retrieve his plate he had made for himself before joining Kiera and Baler at the table.

A few minutes later, Kimber had begun barking once she had heard a knock at the door, indicating that someone was at the front door. “I’ll get it.” Kiera announced, standing up from the table only for Kimber to follow close behind, opening the front door to greet Johnny, who also was dressed in camouflage with a bright orange beanie and a hunting rifle slung over his shoulder, leaving it leaning against the banister to avoid bringing it into the house. “Where’s my sandwich?” Johnny teased, nearly laughing at the glare Simon shot at him while he and Baler were finishing up their breakfast sandwiches.

“If you would’ve been on time, I would’ve made you one.”

“Lies, L.T.,” Johnny shook his head. “But I still love ya.”

“That’s unfortunate,” He grumbled, eating only half of his sandwich before standing up from the table and walking towards the gun safe to retrieve two hunting rifles – one for him and Baler. “Ready, kid?”

“Sure.” Baler shrugged, taking the last bite of his sandwich and taking his empty plate to the sink, swallowing what he had chewed before he wrapped his torso with an orange vest.

“Don’t forget your gloves and hat—”

“They’re in the truck.”

Simon nodded, looking down at the rifle he had picked out for Baler to use, ensuring that the chamber was empty and the safety switch was on. “Sling it over your shoulder,” He advised, watching the teen nod before doing as he was told. “Just like that. Hands away from the trigger unless you’re directed.”

“O-Okay.”

Simon could tell Baler was nervous, sensing that he had never used a firearm before in his life. “You remember what I told you about gun safety, right?”

“Yes.”

“It’s a big deal… taking a life. Just know we’re not doing this for sport.”

“Then why do you do it? The military—”

“That’s a discussion for another time, lad. This is about hunting for food, not killing just because.” He sighed, fiddling with the camouflage balaclava that was pressed between his thumb and index finger.

“Where’re we going, L.T.?”

“A place Kiera’s dad told me to go for the best game.” He answered, glancing at Kiera to present a warm smile to her, reassuring her that she would know where to find them if she needed to.

“Alright. Well, I’m ready when you are.” Johnny nodded, reaching on the counter to take one of the blueberry muffins Kiera had made a couple of days ago, the muffin nearly bigger than his own hand.

“Go ahead and go to the truck. I’ll be out in a second.”

Johnny and Baler nodded before making their way to the front door, Baler slipping on his boots before he grabbed the keys to the truck, knowing that Simon would expect the truck to be started and warming up while waiting for its driver. “Do you need any help before I leave, love?” He asked, pressing a kiss to Kiera’s cheek as her arms wrapped around his neck.

“I’ll be fine, babe. I’ll hold the fort down while you’re gone.”

“Knowing you’re going to be with Kristen, I wouldn’t be surprised if the fort was in shambles by the time I came back,” He chuckled. “The pair of you are nothing but trouble.”

“We are not!” She laughed. “Okay, maybe a little…”

“That’s what I thought. We’ll be back around noon if we don’t get anything. Probably in the afternoon if we do get something.”

“You know I’ll be here waiting for you,” She hummed, placing a kiss to his jaw. “I’m going to take that test when you leave. I want you to have something to look forward to and maybe you’ll come home quicker.”

“I always look forward to coming home, even if it’s a day you decide to hate my being,” He chuckled against her neck. “I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you too. Take care of our boy.”

“You know I will, but I won’t let him know that.”

*

“You know the drill: where’s my niece and nephew?” Kristen laughed, hanging her purse on the coat hook before gingerly hugging her best friend.

“They’re in the living room. Evie has been sitting up on her own and Jacob isn’t far behind her!”

“Have they said their first word yet??”

“Dada,” Kiera huffed playfully. “I went through hours of labor and pain just for them to say dada first!” She laughed.

“Isn’t that just some shit?” Kristen chuckled, making her way into the living room to be greeted by Evie’s toothless smile. “There’s my beautiful niece! Oh, Kiera, she looks more and more like you every day! Jacob is a perfect mix between you and Simon.”

“Thank you. You know, it’s funny because Evie looks like me, but has Simon’s eyes, whereas Jacob looks like Simon, but has my eyes.”

“And let me guess: Jacob prefers you over Simon and Evie prefers Simon over you?”

“That’s exactly right. Although they both prefer us just the same it feels like.”

“I know. So, what’re your plans today?”

“Well, I figured we could order some food – more than what we both eat and watch a couple of movies all while talking about our favorite books.”

“Hmm…” Kristen hummed playfully. “Maybe we should get some iced coffee to go along with?”

“You should know that’s the case! I can make us some. I have your favorite creamer.”

“Cold foam?”

“Definitely!”

“I’m in. You’ve always been better at making coffee than I have ,” Kristen giggled. “Have you taken the test yet? How’d that perfume work out for you?”

“Girl, I didn’t have time to take the test last night if that’s what you mean!” Kiera laughed. “I ended up taking it this morning.”

“And?”

“I haven’t checked it, yet. I got sidetracked with things to do while I was waiting on you.”

“I’m so excited for you! You go check it while I order our food!” Kristen smiled, clapping her hands together as her heart swelled for her best friend’s happiness, seeing just how eager she was to become a mother again.

“Okay. My card is in my purse—”

“I’ve got it covered! Don’t you dare!” Kristen laughed. “Go check your test so we can plan on getting more baby stuff!”

“I’ll be right back! I told Simon I’d tell him the result when he got back.”

“Quit talking and go!” Kristen laughed, knowing that Kiera would babble when she got excited about things.

With excitement, Kiera waltzed into the bathroom with her fingers twined with the other in hope of positive news, hesitating to walk closer to the counter, eager, yet nervous to view the two pregnancy tests she had purchased the day before.

Closing her eyes, she forced herself to step closer to the counter, slowly opening them to focus on the two tests on the counter.

Negative.

Nearly in shock, she slowly sat on the edge of the bathtub as the tears welled up in her eyes, slowly trickling down her cheeks while her hands nearly trembled. “No…” She whispered. “I was so sure.”

She cried as she looked at the bold negative lines, her heartbreak turning to anger before she threw the tests into the trash can, storming out of the bathroom and back into the living room, immediately grasping the first baby to greet her with a toothless smile. Thank God I was able to birth you two, she cried to herself. You two have completed my entire life.

“Kiera? What’s wrong?” Kristen frowned, setting her phone on the counter before rushing to sit on the couch next to her.

“It… was negative.” She sniffled.

“Are you sure? I mean, were they just faint lines?”

Kiera shook her head, “N-No. They were bold. I-I was so sure I was pregnant! I was having cravings and everything!”

“Oh, Kiera. I’m so sorry—”

“It’s not your fault, Kiera. I’m sure there’s a reasonable explanation.”

“I’m just going to have to go see Rachel and see what she finds.”

“Do you think the miscarriage had something to do with it?...”

“Probably,” She cried, wiping her tears with her free hand while the other kept Evie close. “What if I can’t be pregnant again? What if that time for me is up?”

“It’s not your fault, though. Just know that you were still able to bring Jacob and Evie to us.”

“I couldn’t even birth them on my fucking own,” She whimpered. “I had to have an emergency C-Section. I just feel like all of that shit I’ve been through has punished me by not giving me the natural ability to have kids on my own.”

“Honey, you can’t think about it like that. So many women have had a C-Section. Just don’t punish yourself about this. Maybe it just wasn’t your time to get pregnant again. The only thing you can do is keep trying.”

“I-I know,” She cried. “I just want to be pregnant again so bad. I miss that feeling. The pain was worth it.”

“I know, Kiera. It’ll happen again, I’m sure about it,” Kristen assured her. “Want me to get you anything?”

“No, let’s just do what we planned. I need to keep my mind off of this.”

“Okay. Well, I ordered our food and it should be here in twenty minutes. What movie were you wanting to watch?”

“Ever seen O Brother Where Art Thou?”

“No?”

“You’re about to watch one of the funniest movies ever made.”

[unicyclehippo]

The pie looks really good, would you mind sharing the recipe?

hii sorry it took me forever to get my shit together anyway!! here is my pastry recipe & the strawberry filling recipe ! have fun & rmbr even if it looks ugly it will probably taste p good

ok pie pastry 🥧

2 1/2 plain flour (all-purpose)

1 tsp salt

1 tbsp sugar

1 cup (230g) cold unsalted butter cut into small cubes (i used salted butter which is totally fine it just means that instead of controlling how much salt goes in, it’s determined by the salt in the butter. i think that’s true. anyway bc i used salted butter, i cut out the tsp of salt) (make sure the butter is cold!)

4 - 8 tbsp ice cold water

method:

1. put 1 1/2 cups flour in medium bowl. add salt & sugar. stir to combine.

2. scatter butter cubes into flour mixture. rub butter into flour until it makes a crumb-like texture. (use the tips of your fingers not your whole hands when you rub because you want the butter to remain as cold as possible. your body heat will warm the butter which is necessary a Little for the crumbing but try to go as fast as possible.)

3. add remaining flour to the mix. work into butter & flour.

4. sprinkle ice water over mixture. start with 4 tbsp. using rubber spatula, press the mix into itself. crumbs should begin to form clusters. add water a little at a time after that. if it gets too gooey, add flour to dry it. but you want it to stick together nicely.

5. remove dough from bowl & place on clean work surface. work a little to form ball. cut in half & press into two discs. wrap each in plastic wrap & put in fridge for at least 1 hour

rolling out dough method:

- remove disc. let it sit for 5 mins

- lightly flour work surface, top of dough disc, & the rolling pin

- roll out to 12 inch circle

- roll dough around rolling pin & unroll over your pie dish (I can’t do this my dough wasn’t sticky enough & she fell apart. i just pressed it into place in the dish & it was totally fine)

- gently press into dish. trim edge.

- fill edge of dough to create a thicker 1/4 inch border. crimp.

- refrigerate for about 20 mins before baking

🍓 strawberry pie filling

pie pastry

1/2 cup white sugar (this is halved from the original recipe. i think you can do less than this half cup since strawberries are already so sweet. but it’s totally up to you, depends on how sweet a pie you like!! i love a tarter pie personally)

1/3 cup plain flour

1/2 tsp cinnamon

4 cups fresh strawberries (i did 2 cups fresh, 2 cups frozen. you can use frozen fruit, you just have to thaw it beforehand. very easy to do—pour your frozen fruit into a non-leak bowl or container. fill your sink / a bigger bowl with warm water & put your bowl of fruit into that. it’s called a water bath or smth. it works. just let it thaw, it might take a while)

2 tbsp butter (optional. i didn’t use this extra butter)

method:

1. preheat oven to 220 degrees C.

2. combine sugar, flour, cinnamon in a bowl. mix lightly to combine, then mix through the strawberries. (the mix will draw the juices of the strawberries out, the flour is our thickening agent so the inside of the pie won’t leak everywhere. you can add different spices if you want but cinnamon is nice for strawberry or apple pie)

3. pour filling into pie pastry. if you are using the extra butter, dot butter pieces over the top of the filling. cover all with the top pie crust (the second disc. roll it out & drape over the top. or use a lattice pattern.) cut vents into the top crust. press the side & top pastry gently to seal the edges.

4. bake in preheated oven until crust is lightly browned, about 35 - 45 mins

et voila! best of luck i hope it is delicious

[hypnified]

Incorrect quotes go brrr

Irais: I think I need a hug...

Bear: Good thing I'm hug shaped!

*45 minutes later*

Irais: You... you can let go now.

Bear: No, I absolutely cannot.

-

Irais, to Bear: How do you tell someone politely you want to hit them with a brick?

-

Irais: Alright, listen up you little shits.

Irais: Not you Bear. You’re an angel and we’re thrilled you’re here.

-

Irais: You’re alive.

Bear: No need to sound so disappointed.

-

Bear: *eating a cinnamon roll*

Irais: Cannibalism.

Bear: *confused chewing noises*

-

Bear: I have seen a lot of murders in my time, and all six of them were today.

-

Bear: You can't wake up if you never got to sleep.

-

Bear: Could you maybe just like… stab me… right in the gut. Just REALLY twist it in there. ‘Cause that honestly seems less painful than this conversation.

-

Frey: Problem, I can't tell if this food is over-sauced or undercooked.

Skunker: Solution, just pop it back in the oven for another 10 minutes. There's at least a 50% chance that'll fix it, right?

Storm: Result? Food has somehow become unpleasantly soggy and unpleasantly crunchy at the exact same time.

Erix: No better time than this to pull out my favorite word! Slunchy!

Barks: ...put it away.

-

Skunker: What does “take out” mean?

Frey: Food.

Erix: Dating.

Storm: Murder.

Barks: It can be all three if you’re brave enough.

-

Frey: *Takes a sip of milk and gags*

Frey: Oh my god, is this expired?

Frey: *Takes another sip of milk*

-

Phoenix: Let's just agree to both say we're sorry on the count of three.

Phoenix: One... two... three.

Lazarus: ...

Phoenix: ...

Phoenix: See, now I'm just disappointed in both of us.

-

Phoenix, holding an antique bottle: Is this whiskey or perfume?

Lazarus: *grabs and chugs the entire bottle*

Lazarus:

Lazarus: It's perfume.

-

Phoenix: *Answers phone.* Hello?

Lazarus: It's Lazarus.

Phoenix: What did they do this time?

Lazarus: No, it's me, Phoenix . It's actually me.

Phoenix: What did you do this time?

-

Irais: Pluto, keep an eye on Crimson today. They're going to say something to the wrong person and get punched.

Pluto: Sure, I'd love to see Crimson getting punched.

Bear: Try again.

Pluto, sighing: I will try to stop Crimson from getting punched.

-

Crimson: *tapping fingers on table*

Pluto: *taps fingers back furiously*

Irais: …What’s going on?

Bear: Morse code. They’re talking.

Crimson: -.-- ..- .-. / - …. . / -.-. ..- - . … -

Pluto: *slams hands on table* YOU TAKE THAT BACK!

-

Bear: Why is Crimson crying on the floor?

Irais: They took one of those 'what person are you?' quizzes.

Bear: And?

Irais: They got Pluto.

-

Storm: Erix won’t come out of their room!

Barks: Just tell them I said something.

Storm: Like what?

Barks: Anything factually incorrect.

Storm, shrugging: If you say so.

Erix, arriving moments later: Did you just say the sun is a PLANET?

-

Erix: When Storm was born, the gods said, "They're too perfect for this world."

Barks: Please. When they were born, the devil said, "Oh, competition."

-

Storm: Go ahead, Erix. Let it out, cry. If you don't, your tear ducts will get blocked up, and then when you get old, you won't be able to cry.

Barks: Just when we thought it was safe to let you back into the conversation.

-

Irais: We have fun, don’t we, Barks?

Barks: I have never been more stressed out in my entire life.

-

Barks: My head hurts.

Irais: That’s your brain trying to comprehend its own stupidity.

-

Irais: Barks has only knocked me out three time this week. Our friendship is really developing.

-

Barks: You are a spineless twit!

Irais: You cannot talk to me that way, I am your superior!

Barks: A six-year-old girl could talk to you that way!

Irais: Yes, because that would be adorable.

Barks: No, it's because you are a five-year-old girl and there's a pecking order.

-

Irais: We’re going to defeat you with the power of friendship.

Barks: We’re not friends.

Irais, holding an axe: We’re going to defeat you with the power of incredible violence.

-

Irais: "Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves."

Barks: ...

Barks: What a stupid fucking quote.

Barks: I'm killing way more than two people, idiot.

-

Barks: *Locks Skunker in the car.* Act like a child, get treated like a child.

Skunker: What? Isn't it illegal to leave a child locked in a car?

-

Barks: *holds a blaster out to Skunker*

Skunker: I-I don't believe in blasters.

Barks: Well, trust me, they're very real. Now take it.

-

Skunker: How stupid do you think I am?!

Barks: You really want an honest answer to that?

-

Barks: Love makes people do stupid things.

Skunker: I love everything!

Barks: That explains a lot.

-

Pluto: Frey isn't talking to me.

Crimson: Enjoy it while it lasts.

-

Crimson: Okay, can we all stop saying stupid shit for a moment, please?!

Frey: Alright.

Pluto: Hey, I-

Crimson: SHUT UP!

Pluto: I HAVEN'T EVEN FINISHED MY SENTENCE!!

Frey: It was bound to be stupid.

-

Barks: Time for plan G.

Bear: Don’t you mean plan B?

Barks: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties.

Storm: What about plan D?

Barks: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.

Lazarus: What about plan E?

Barks: I’m hoping not to use it. Irais dies in plan E.

Pluto: I like plan E.

-

Storm: *Posts a super low-quality image to the group chat*

Pluto: If I had a dollar for every pixel in this image, I’d have 15 credits.

Storm: If I had a credit for every ounce of rage I felt in my body after I read this text, I would have enough money to buy a cannon to fire at you.

Barks: Actually I did the math, Pluto would have 225 credits, not 15.

Pluto: Fam I’m right here....

Bear: If I had a credit I would buy a can of soda :)

Storm: while you’re there could you buy me an apply juice please?

Bear: Sorry I only have a credit.

Storm: :(

Barks: Hey I just realized my friend is right, Pluto would have 22,500 credits because it's a credit for every pixel.

Bear: If I had 22,500 credits I would buy a can of soda and an apply juice.

Barks: You can buy anything you want with 22,500 credits

Irais: Yeah and they want soda and apply juice.

Barks: Apply juice to what.

Irais: Directly to the forehead.

Pluto: Great chat everyone.

[tangerinesunflowerlove]

Cinnamon girl

Synopsis : We once were together, kind of. But there's nothing left. My "goodbye forever" letter.

Genre : Angst

Warnings : slight nsfw references but very very subtle

Word count : 1,04 k

Published : May 2023

A/N : Inspired by the song Cinnamon Girl – Lana del Rey and by the argument between Laurie and Jo (just a sentence) in Little Women (2019’s film adaptation) -> Careful if you click on the link, you might be spoiled

I was at a bakery today. I was trying to decide which pastry I should buy when a cinnamon roll caught my eye. The light brown delicacy was as big as my fist and the sugar icing was dripping from the sides. The ground cinnamon on top shined like glitters under the artificial lights of the place.

I couldn’t help but be reminded of you, of your cinnamon chapstick and its taste on my teeth after your kisses. And when I thought this feeling of nostalgia couldn’t get deeper in my throat, I heard your laughter.

I first thought I was imagining it but I think I might be hated by the gods above. Because when I turned my head towards the sound, I saw you. You just walked in. You were glowing. You looked sun-kissed even though it was raining all week.

You didn’t notice me. Or if you did, you acted like you didn’t. You were smiling. Your cheekbones have never been this high, the dimples in your cheek were deeper than ever and your eyes were surrounded by friendly lines. You were looking at him like he was your entire world, like I once was.

While your eyes were filled with hearts, mine were filled with tears. My mind was flooded with memories of you. Of the softness of your skin, the heat of your body, the plumpness of your lips against mine.

I had to get out of here. So I ran, like always. I kept my head low as I was heading toward the door. Did you hear the bell ring when I exited the place ?

Back at home, I mechanically pulled paper and a pen out of my desk’s drawer. Now I’m writing you this letter. I know that you will never read it. I will never send it. I just have to write down my feelings. There’s things I want to say to you but I’ll just let you live.

Do you remember how we met ? I do. It is as clear as the sky on this day. I was in the park, reading, when you asked me the name of my book. Surprised, I answered hesitantly. We started talking like we hadn’t just met. I saw your gaze drop to my lips frequently, and I did the same. I ended up in your house, in your arms and that’s how my most wonderful nightmare started.

Through rose-colored glasses, we spend night after night together. Soon these sleepless times became morning, then lunch. And without noticing, I spent all my free time with you, in the cocoon that was your house.

Do you remember this one night, when we talked about my past ? I told you that if you hold me without hurting me, you’ll be the first who ever did. This night, you promised me you’ll never hurt me and I heard by the delicacy of your kiss on my head that you only wanted to love me.

Until this perfect little glass that separated us from the outside world shattered. You wanted more and too quickly. You wanted to call me yours, to scream it to the world. I wasn’t ready, I couldn’t put a label on us. Did we absolutely have to put a name on us ? I regret these times, when everything was perfect and simple.

What do you remember most about you and me ? I bet that at the top of all those memories, there’s this dreadful day, our last argument, our last conversation and your last words to me. I remember them too, very well. You told me, word for word :

“You can’t just show up at my door when you won’t let me put a toe in your house. You can’t just kiss me and act like we don’t know each other when you’re out. I love you, you know I’ll never hurt you purposely but I can’t be the only one trying to make whatever we have work. We can’t sneak out and share moments in a closet and then go on like nothing happened, not anymore. I’m tired of acting like I don’t know you. I want to take you out, to pick you up when you need, to put my hand on your waist, to kiss you anytime and anywhere. I want the world to know that I love you.

I stopped eating strawberries because you didn’t like the taste on my lips when we kissed. I stopped smoking because the smell made you want to throw up. I gave up everything you didn’t like, and I’m happy I did. But I need to know where we are going, what this relationship is. I can't go on without telling you this.”

And I just stood there, wordless, not knowing what to do. I left and you didn’t chase after me.

I know I was wrong. I kept you at arms length but out of the way of my heart. Close enough to let you graze me but also far enough for me to not get attached and hurt.

Do you regret meeting me ? I hurt you, badly. I truly am sorry. But if I could do it again, I’ll meet you. You showed me what it was like to be loved unconditionally, healthily.

Time will heal everything there is to heal. While waiting for it to do that, I can now just look at you from afar. I truly wish you happiness because that’s what love makes you do, you taught it to me.

I know it's too late to say it but I love you. I do, I sincerely do but deep down, we both know I’m not the one, not your one and only. We don’t want the same things in life. I miss you. I think a part of me always will. But thank you for everything you taught me, thank you for everything you are.

The flames are consuming the paper. Each word is erased, one by one. While watching the letter burn, I can now just hope that my feelings burn at the same time. I wonder if it’s better to have an ice-cold heart or ashes of it.