#look at the cute cat oven mitts!!

[little-pup-pip]

Baking!!

[dmercer91]

hiiii, could you write something for protective matthew knies :))

protective!matty headcanons, mk23

matt knies is the boyfriend, actually

maybe you’re a little accident prone (this is incredibly self indulgent)

so he isn’t just protective in the sense that he’s dealing with other people or PR, but he’s physically protective over you too

he realized very early on that you seemingly didn’t care to pay attention to what you were doing, ever.

you walked straight into a patio door and then stood back, chuckled and then opened and walked through the door, just completely unfazed

so he’s started trailing behind you to be your eyes and protect you from random things

he doesn’t even realize it sometimes.

you’ll drop something under the table and he’s covering the corner of it with his hand while you go under to get whatever fell

he only realizes he even did it when you actually end up knocking your head on his knuckles on your way up

he’ll pull you back into his chest by your collar like a cat when you’re about to trip over something

if he’s walking in front of you he’ll kick stuff out of your way and keep his head down so your feet are in his peripherals

you’ve fallen off the bed, so now he just has you on the side by the wall (though you were originally very stubborn about which side of the bed you got) or he just lays directly on top of you

if you’re ever spending the night with the tavares’ since he moved up to toronto, he’s trying to inconspicuously always be the one to take your shirt off cause the basement ceiling is low and he knows you’ll go too fast and punch it so hard your hand swells

when he takes you skating the first time he watches you extremely closely

he’s consistently reminding you that you cannot take things out of the oven without the oven mitts on

if you’re making pasta or something he always lurks until it’s done boiling so he can strain it for you (and make sure you remember to turn off the stove)

if you go for a walk together he’ll always hold your hands or put his arm around your shoulders or keep his hand on your lower back or neck so you don’t stray away

he’s told you before that you need blinkers and break lights (he’s right, however you slap his arm for saying it)

if he’s talking you to the mall (especially somewhere like the eaton centre) he never strays from you

that’s one of the only things you noticed, because very early into your relationship he came into a lingerie store with you and you told him maybe six times that he could wait outside if he wanted

he was so obviously flustered but he just kept shaking his head cause he knew that you’d forget that he was sitting on his phone and go to the next store without him

you honestly thought he just wanted to partake in dressing room endeavours until he did the same thing at a kitchen supply store in which he looked so bored he might’ve actually shed a tear (dressing room endeavours he got regardless, he wasn’t gonna complain about it)

it finally clicks for you that he does all these things when someone on the team sees him pull you away from a curb before you can trip over it and comments about how grossly in love you are and how well he knows you

“you two are disgustingly cute,” “what’s that supposed to mean?” “he didn’t even look up from his phone! just grabbed you like it was an instinct. happens all the time, too. it’s like you’ve been engraved into each others brains or something,” “… huh,”

matt blushes harder than he ever has “don’t read too far into that,”

on top of this, he’s also protective of you when it comes to media, especially when he gets to the nhl

the leafs media is pretty brutal, and he was actually forewarned by multiple teammates to ignore any and all press releases or reporters on twitter so he knew the two of you would have to stay more or less private

he has an instagram story full of sweet pictures of the two of you but all of which include less than half of your face and no @

your account is kept private, but the photos there are more relationship confirming, obviously (some of them he is heavily teased for. cooley has your notifs on just so he can comments ludicrous shit)

if you’re in any wag group photos you ask not to be tagged and his number / last name is always covered

he actually goes to aryne to ask for advice if ever you do want to be more public (he leaves it entirely up to you) and she thinks it’s the sweetest thing ever that he wants to make sure nobody makes an issue for you

if ever you do get found out against your will, he’s probably more nervous than you are and he’s making you promise not to hide it from him if someone ever says something

if someone asks about you in a scrum he’s always so excited to talk about you but he keeps it very short and sweet in case he’s accidentally giving you away

the best way to put it is private, not hidden

cause in another life he’d be boasting to everyone about how amazing his girl is, so he doesn’t want to hide you completely but he prioritizes your personal life and protection over his need to brag

he’s also very protective of you in the conventional way, meaning about other people in person

the first fight he gets into in the nhl is because someone chirped him about you

you were by the glass during warmups and he basically spent half of his allotted time parked in the corner flirting with you like a complete idiot

obviously someone will notice, that’s a little strange behaviour

unfortunately that someone isn’t well known for keeping their mouth shut

it’s his first fight, so he absolutely got his ass handed to him, and you were in the press box just aggressively rolling your eyes

if ever you’re out for drinks together or even with the team he’s like your shadow

downtown toronto is not the place for someone unfamiliar with the area to be left, so you’re kinda glad for it

that’s until he’s a little past tipsy and he’s glaring at every man from ages 19-40 in the bar the second they come near

he sends poor mitch a cold stare after he asked you if you liked being at the game and you were like matthew it’s mitch??? mitch marner??? toronto maple leaf mitch marner, your alternate captain??

he does the same to a middle aged man who comes beside you to order a drink and mind you, the guy hardly even notices you’re there

“i don’t trust him,” “he’s fifty!”

you don’t really get it until it comes in handy and then you never complain again

if he actually feels like he needs to be protecting you he sobers up extremely quickly and suddenly your sweet, usually angel boyfriend actually seems his size

the only time he’s had to step in he was promptly laughed at cause of his age, only for the guy to look behind you, and be met with a table full of the maple leafs staring at the commotion

you quickly learn that the unspoken rule where players protect their rookies certainly extends to the rookie’s girlfriend

one time he had to go to the bathroom at an mlse event and rather than leave you for what ended up being a minute and a half at best, you were given a body guard out of jake mccabe

easily the most awkward experience of your life, but hey! now you’re best friends with jake mccabe

if you’re on a walk or something and there’s commotion in front of you or someone strange looking is walking behind you, matty is suddenly very hungry and you’re taking the nearest right into the door of a diner until things calm down

“do you want dinner? im hungry,” “matty it’s one in the afternoon we just ate,”

that’s actually how you found your favourite spot for date nights, cause he bought a slice of pie and you swore he could’ve eaten the whole thing if it was put in front of him

he’s always calling you on roadies to ask how your day is going, and then he’ll immediately ask if anyone’s been giving you trouble

“anyone giving you a hard time? guys in your dms i get to fight off?” “well, jacer [tavares’ son] is becoming quite the flirt. he drew me a flower n’ said it was pretty like me” “oh, so i’ve got some competition?”

he’s never weird or jealous about it, but he knows you’re very non confrontational so he tries his best to make sure you’re not uncomfortable without sounding like he doesn’t trust you

he’s never been angry with you about it, so you eventually realize that he’s just incredibly and fiercely protective of you and you come think it’s sweet over time

[mosaickiwi]

“Bad” Gift Giver Angel Headcanons

Just some ~silly and wholesome thoughts~ I put on disc but wanted to share here too! I'm a lil spammer. cw// Slight mention of violence at the end.

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

Ren/dacted with an Angel that gives weird ‘just because’ gifts but they don't realize how strange they are since he genuinely cherishes everything they give him. <3

🎁 Giant 5 pound gummy bear! Ren tries like hell to finish it, but his tummy hurts. He ends up preserving it in epoxy to put on a shelf. Half of its head is missing.

🎁 Angel finds one of those train sets that hung from the ceilings in some McDonalds stores way back in the day. (video) Ren sets it up in his room and rigs it to work as a morning wake up alarm. Or just lays down and watches it go when he’s trying to sleep. He might paint over Ronald's face though.

🎁 Customized Furby that looks like an eldritch horror? They thought it matched his vibes and now they regret giving it to him. 

💝 When Angel stays over, it scares them when they wake up in the middle of the night. Ren imprisons it in his shrine room after Angel wakes him up in tears begging him to move it somewhere else. The battery died a long time ago, but sometimes Angel still hears it laughing through the walls.

🎁 The UGLIEST sweaters imaginable. They light up, they make noise, they itch, they burn the eyes of all who see them. Dude is overheating himself in the summer cause he just feels so loved every time he puts one on.

🎁 There’s a phase of food gadgets and utensils, despite neither of them being a decent cook. Angel is disappointed since some of the items simply don’t work the way they wanted, but Ren adores the small everyday use ones. 

💝 A tabletop s'mores maker—it takes too long to burn marshmallows the way Angel likes, but Ren is endlessly patient about it while he hands them a blowtorch. Tiny novelty gumball machine that he puts on his desk and fills with mint chocolate candies. Hello Kitty waffle maker but they both keep burning it. 

💝 A pizza cutter shaped like an axe, Thor’s hammer meat tenderizer that he uses incorrectly, cat paw oven mitts, tongs, and serving spoons. Imagine this tatted, grumpy eboy pulling a frozen pizza out of the oven with his cute little paws??? He totally wears the matching apron if Angel asks.

🎁 It’s almost suspicious how he’s never surprised at a gift, but Angel still tries to catch him off guard. They’ll not so discreetly leave tiny presents around his apartment for him to find. Whether they’re just love notes, weird greeting cards for holidays he wasn’t aware of, or hand sized plushies in brightly colored capsules so he can experience some type of surprise at the very least. Even so, he always spots them immediately, but pretends it's taking him a few hours or so to notice anything different. Once he 'finds' one he'll teasingly thank them for the scavenger hunt.

🎁 Ren absolutely SEETHES on the inside whenever anyone else gets a gift, no matter how ridiculous it is. He wants the exact same thing immediately and drops the most obvious hints possible. 

💝 A hideous, singing, wall mounted fish for Teo’s birthday? Ren’ll talk all about how he’s always found them entertaining, his favorite fish is a bass—what do you mean he used to make a weird face whenever he caught one in Stardew? The moment it gets thrown away he’s digging through the garbage and bashing Teo over the head with it for not appreciating such a thoughtful present.

[sunshine-on-my-mind]

Hello Neighbour (2)

Pairing: DILF!Neighbour!Bucky Barnes x Reader

warnings: Fluff, Kissing, Alcohol (Wine), Flirting

words: 1.3k

previous chapter: Part 1

next chapter: Part 3

a/n: so I couldn’t help but write more for these two. last chapter was more like an introduction but things move forward in this one. I really hope you all like it. Feedback and Reblogs are appreciated!

“Daddy, no late!” Becca called for her dad, who was still figuring out what to wear for dinner. Was a shirt too formal? Was a t-shirt too casual?

“This.” Becca pointed her finger to a Navy full-sleeved Henley. Bucky picked it up and quickly changed into that. He took another look at the mirror with a smile on his face.

“Good choice, Becs.” Bucky picked up his daughter, and Alpine followed them. He didn’t forget the flowers he got for you and the bottle of wine, he didn’t know what to get so he went with something simple.

You were almost done with cooking, the brownies still in the oven when you heard the knock on your door. Why were you feeling so giddy? It was just a dinner. With your neighbours. The cute girl, the sweet cat and the hot- no, nice man.

“Hi” You smiled at the three.

“Hi” Bucky smiled back. He was busy looking at you and forgot everything else. When Becca softly poked him, he came back to reality.

“Right um- these are for you.” He gave you the flowers and wine, and you asked them to come in.

“Thank you, Bucky. Don’t remember the last time I got flowers.” Bucky couldn’t believe that. Sweet girl like you, deserved all the flowers and appreciation.

“Yum” Becca commented as she smelled the aroma coming from your kitchen. You smiled.

“Hope it tastes good too.” All of you took a seat in the living room.

“I’ll bring two glasses of wine for us. And for Becca, I have juice or choco milk.”

“Choco Milk!” Becca answered excitedly, while Bucky chuckled.

“Can I help?” Bucky offered.

“Oh no problem. I’ll be back soon.”

When you were in the kitchen, serving the drinks, you couldn’t help but feel all warm about the way Bucky looked at you. Were you imagining it?

“Here you go.” You gave Becca her chocolate milk and Bucky his glass of wine. Becca was sitting in the middle of the sofa and the two of you on either side. Alpine made her way to you, and got comfortable on your lap.

“She likes you.” You smiled at the kitty, softly petting her. Looking up again, you found Bucky adoringly taking in the scene in front of him.

“I made grilled fish and mashed potatoes, and special fish for Alpine which won’t harm her digestion. Oh, also there is Mac and Cheese just in case Becca doesn’t like fish.” Bucky chuckled.

“You didn’t have to do so much, oh now I feel bad for troubling you.”

“It’s no trouble at all.”

Becca looked at you with loving eyes on hearing the mention of Mac and Cheese.

“can watch TV pwease?” Becca looked at the two adults.

“Becs..”

“Pwease Daddy.” Bucky gave her a look and then looked at you.

“Alright Becca, how about you watch TV while I serve dinner and then when it’s ready you’ll come eat alright? So TV just for a little while.”

“Okie.” Becca nodded excitedly as you turned on the TV and put on a cartoon.

You excused yourself to the kitchen and Bucky followed. He insisted on helping you arrange the table. You didn’t talk much just exchanged glances and smiles.

“Thank you for the wine, it’s really good” You told him, taking another sip of your wine.

There was this tension building up and you both could feel it. The way his eyes followed your lips. You gulped.

“I’m glad you like it. Didn’t know what you like so just got one of my favourites.” Bucky took a step closer to you. The slight grays in his beard were glowing under the kitchen light.

The oven couldn’t have a worse timing to let you know the brownies were ready. Both of you took a step back from the trance and you grabbed your oven mitts to take out the brownies.

“Did I mention Brownies?”

“You did not. You’re spoiling us.” This man had quite an affect on you. Always making you feel warm. You smiled at him as you both arranged the table.

“Dinner’s ready Becca.” You announced and soon little footsteps followed.

She took a seat and you served her some Mac and Cheese as well as some Fish and potatoes. After that you gave Alpine her food.

Bucky and you sat opposite each other and Becca beside you.

“Looks delicious” Bucky told you while holding eye contact. That man… wow. Becca hums happily taking the first bite of Mac and Cheese.

“Yum yum” she nodded her little head, shifting all her focus to the yummy food. Bucky kept looking at you while taking the first bite from his plate. How could someone make eating grilled fish so hot?

“Oh, oh this is some good food” Bucky moaned at the taste. You couldn’t help the big smile that appeared on your face.

“I’m glad you liked it.” The two of them happily had their meals and you turned to take a look at Alpine. She was enjoying her food too. You didn’t realise how the presence of this lovely little family was making you feel happy and content. You wanted more of this.

After dinner and dessert, Becca insisted on watching a movie. You picked out The Lion King and she approved your choice. The three of you plus Alpine got cozy on the sofa. Becca sat comfortably against you as you all enjoyed the movie. Towards the end, you could feel Becca getting sleepy.

“Maybe we should get going now.” Bucky looked at you and then at Becca sleeping.

“She looks so cute like this. You have a very sweet daughter Bucky.” He smiled.

“Well yeah she can be a handful at times, my little munchkin, but she is the best. Gosh, I love her.” You smiled back.

“Thank you for dinner, I really appreciate it.”

“Oh no problem, I had a great time with you all. Please take some brownies with you, there’s so many.”

“I’ll not say no to that, you’re an amazing chef.”

You smiled while gently taking the empty wine glasses from the table in front and made your way to the kitchen as Bucky followed.

“My social skills aren’t the best.” Bucky told you, scratching the back of his head.

“Well looks like we have something in common.” You smiled while washing the glasses.

“Let me help” Bucky moved closer to you, very close. Suddenly you could feel his warm breath against your neck as his large hands gently took the glass from yours.

“I-“ You could barely speak out loud. He smelled so good.

“You’re really pretty.” As if he wasn’t already making you melt, he started complimenting you as well. Great.

“Um-“ Again. Words, come on words.

“Maybe this is too soon but, I was just wondering if, you would like to go out with me sometime? you can totally say no, I mean we barely know each other bu-“

“Yes.” You didn’t let him finish. With a big smile you repeated yourself. “Yes.”

Bucky kept the washed glass aside as he stared at you.

“If it’s not totally out of line. Can I kiss you?”

You decided it was better to show than tell, so you softly gripped his Henley and pulled him into a kiss. It started sweet and soft. So soft, Bucky thought, he didn’t want to stop kissing you. Before it could get much heated, you heard a small cough from the living room and pulled away.

“Guess that’s Becca” You bit your lip while he kept staring at your kiss swollen lips.

“We should continue that some other time” Bucky winked.

“At least buy me dinner first.” you winked back.

“Next Friday?” he asked.

“Next Friday it is, Neighbour.” He gave you another peck on the lips before going back to the living room. Becca was still half asleep, moving around in the couch.

“Let’s get you to bed, Becs.” Bucky kissed his daughter’s forehead. They were adorable. He picked her up and Alpine followed them, not before she stopped by your leg and you scratched her head. She was so cute like the daughter and father duo.

You packed them a box of brownies, which Bucky gladly accepted.

“Goodnight Neighbour,” Bucky smirked as he walked to his apartment.

“Goodnight Bucky.”

“Dream about me.” He added that with a wink before heading inside.

[junekissed]

toasted pumpkin seeds

member — bf!jun x gn reader genre — fluff, established relationship, halloween/autumn (is that a genre ..?) word count — 1k warnings — mentions of knife (for carving pumpkins), food mention (kinda-ish), fluff so sweet it'll rot your teeth faster than a whole bucket of halloween candy, jun being a cutie pie (when is he not tho) notes — lowercase intended, edited a ton bc i’m shy and could never post anything unedited, uhh idk what else to put here hope you all like this ! this is my first time ever letting others read my writing so,, i do hope you enjoy :) please reblog if you liked it so i know there’s interest in stuff like this and people want to continue seeing my writing!

one reblog = one pumpkin seed jun hand feeds you

"i don't think it's supposed to look like that."

you lift your eyes from the carving knife in your hand to see jun sitting across from you at the kitchen table, frowning at his pumpkin. the plastic tablecloth he convinced (begged) you to buy patterned with black cats in pointy witch hats covers the table, protecting it from the stringy orange insides of the jack-o-lanterns you’re currently decorating in preparation for the trick or treating children that’ll be coming to your door this weekend.

“let me see.”

he lifts it up and turns it towards you. it's a cat; or at least, it was meant to be. you can still make out the sharpie outline along the edges of jagged cuts, but the carving in front of you doesn’t even vaguely resemble the intended design. you do your best to stifle your laugh when you see his masterpiece, but unfortunately jun catches it.

“hey!” he pouts.

you giggle and reach out across the table, your hand finding his. his fingers automatically lace with yours, playing with your hand, rocking them back and forth. his fingers are sticky and faintly stained orange from scooping out the pumpkins earlier, but you don't even notice. all you're focused on is him.

"i think it's cute," you say, gazing into his eyes. "it's very... you."

his face lights up, mouth open wide and cheeks scrunching up the way he does when he's happy. you grin, watching with a fond smile, completely enamored by him.

"i think you're cute," he says, then erupts into a fit of giggles.

you give his hand a quick final squeeze before finally letting go, and pick up your knife again.

he gets up and comes around the table, pulling out the chair next to you to sit down.

you look over at him as he scoots closer. "are you done?" you ask, nodding at his adorable, perfect mess of a jack-o-lantern.

"yeah." he laughs. "i want to watch you finish yours."

"you could always, y'know, start cleaning up," you joke, motioning to the scraps littering the table.

"i guess," he shrugs. "but i like waiting for you."

and, really, how can you say no to that? 

"at least go wash your hands first," you laugh.

he stands. "fine," he sighs dramatically, feigning despair as he pushes in his chair. "i'll be back,” he says, then leans down to press a kiss to the top of your hair.

you roll your eyes, but smile at his affection. "you're only going across the kitchen, you know i can still see you, right?"

he laughs and skips over to the sink to wash up. a few seconds later the oven timer dings, calling both of your attention. 

"oh, they're done!" jun says, grabbing a mitt and yanking open the oven door and sliding out the metal tray.

"bring them over here," you call out to him.

"already on it," he chuckles, dumping the pan of toasted pumpkin seeds into a small glass bowl, carrying it back over and setting it on the table in front of you.

he stops behind you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and reaching across you to grab a pumpkin seed before popping it into his mouth. "this batch is definitely better than last year’s," he says, crunching by your ear.

you wrinkle your nose at his chewing noises and elbow him playfully, making him yelp. "that's because someone didn't forget to add the salt this time!"

he giggles and reaches for another seed, holding it up to your lips in response. with your hands still occupied with the tools, you open your mouth for him to feed it to you. as he begins to pull his hand away, you give his finger a little kiss. instantly his hand freezes for a second, then moves to caress your cheek, gently rubbing his thumb along your jaw. 

you can’t see him, but you feel his smile against the back of your head. having witnessed and, to your amusement, been the cause of this smile many times, you can clearly picture his face: his smile so wide you can see it in the corners of his eyes, a hint of a dimple showing in his cheeks and his eyes sparkling as he watches you with a tender fondness. you quickly focus your attention back on carving your pumpkin, his smile becoming infectious as you feel your own cheeks start to heat up.

hours (and many little kisses) later, you’re finally satisfied with the way your design turned out, and you begin clearing up the table. 

you hold the door open for jun, his arms loaded with pumpkins, and he carries them outside, positioning them at the entryway of the porch steps. the outdoor light flickers on at the motion, illuminating your tiny space from the darkness of the evening. the cool night air sends a chill down your spine, and you shiver, your short pajamas not meant to protect you from the cold. jun notices and wraps his arms around you, pressing you close to his chest and enveloping you in his warmth. gently he pulls you towards the door and back into the warmth of the house, closing the door behind him.

“i think they turned out cute,” you say finally, still wrapped up in his arms, standing together in the doorway.

he giggles. “i still think mine didn’t look right,” he says, rocking you back and forth on your feet.

“trust me, it looks perfect.”

i hope you enjoyed this!! if you did, consider reblogging or leaving a comment or an ask :) it lets me know this is something people want to see more of and it helps a ton with being motivated to write. thanks for reading!!

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(detailed image descriptions under the cut!)

[Image 1: A colored illustration of Wegg standing in front of Mr. Neighbor, one hand on his hip, the other holding up a middle finger. Wegg is shouting "EXCUSE ME!!! He asked for no pickles!!!!!" Mr. Neighbor is staring down at him with a smile and a thought bubble showing the gay pride flag.]

[Image 2: A black and white drawing of Mr. Neighbor drawn from the chest up. He is wearing a turtleneck sweater and has his hair up in pigtails. He is winking and sticking out his tongue, looking to the left, stimming with his hands held up in front of his chest. There are little sparkles around his face because he's just that cute and handsome.]

[Image 3: A black and white drawing of Wegg from the waist up. He has a little cat smile and his tongue sticking up, one eyebrow raised. A thought balloon next to him reads, in bold handwritten text, "MEN'S TITS".]

[Image 4: A single-panel black-and-white comic. Mr. Neighbor, drawn from the chest up, is holding up his hands, on which there are novelty oven mitts that look like lobster claws. He is smiling widely and saying "Wegg, look! These oven mitts look like lobster claws, mm!" Wegg, seen from behind in front of him, is thinking, "I'm going to do unspeakable things to this man", with little hearts flying around the thought bubble.]

[Image 5: A black-and-white three-panel comic of Wegg and Mr. Neighbor. In the first panel, they are walking with their arms around each other, Wegg on the left and Mr. Neighbor on the right. Wegg, smiling smugly, says, "Y'know, like 'nya'". Neighbor, smiling back down at him, replies, "...what?" The next panel cuts in close on Wegg, smirking with a little kitty grin and holding up a hand like a cat paw, saying, "'nya'", with a drawing of kitty ears above his head to further emphasize. The final panel cuts back to Mr. Neighbor, with a wide-eyed, confused smile and multiple question marks around his head, responding, "I. Still don't understand. (help???)"]

[Image 6: A black-and-white drawing of Mr. Neighbor, wearing an apron and holding a freshly-baked pie with autumn leave decorations on top, smiling with a grim expression in his eyes, saying, "I have got to bake festive pies or I'm going to (in cursive) Die". On the table in front of him are several plates of cookies, muffins, other pies, a cake with gravestone and ghost decorations, and an Entire Pumpkin. In the background, Wegg is casually tossing an entire pie into his mouth.]

[Image 7: A black and white drawing of Mr. Neighbor and Wegg dressed as, respectively, Morticia and Gomez Addams. Wegg, tilting his head and winking, is holding a lit cigar in his right hand while bringing Neighbor's hand up to kiss with his left. Neighbor has brought his right hand up to his face and is visibly swooning. There are two heart symbols drawn between the two of them.]

[Image 8: A black and white "reaction shot" to the previous Halloween costume drawing. Tillman, drawn from the shoulders up, is looking over anxiously as if desperately trying not to realize something about himself, thinking, "I want to be both of them simultaneously??" Behind him, Glenn is staring with a visible blush, thinking (text bolded and motion-blurred) "BOOBA"]

[Image 9: A black and white, three-panel comic. In the first panel, Puzz's sona, seen from behind, is reaching up towards something on the top shelf in a grocery store of some kind, visibly shaking and sweating as she struggles to reach. Mr. Neighbor walks up from the right, smiling and saying, "Oh! I can help you!" In the second, he is smiling and holding out a generically-labeled "BOX!", saying, "Here you go, ma'am". In the third, Puzz, looking Utterly Miserable, stares up at an obliviously smiling Mr. Neighbor; an arrow pointing to Puzz says "28" while one pointing to Neighbor says "26".]

[Image 10: A black and white drawing of Puzz's sona, standing neutrally and staring up with a mildly curious expression, next to Wegg, looking incredibly smug and standing with one hand on his hip. An arrow pointing to Puzz notes " 4'11" ", while one pointing to Wegg notes " 5'0" & about to be fucking insufferable about it".]

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pt. 2 costume inspiration - simple DIYs ! ◥(*`꒳´* )◤

hi friends ! we're getting closer and closer to that time , so i will try to make sure my mini-blog is complete before halloween so you all have time to prepare ! keep an eye out for some DIYs i have linked throughout

here's some fun DIY ideas !

Parts :

pt 1 . character costumes

pt 2 . simple DIYs

pt 3 . profession costumes

pt 4 . matching costumes

pt 5 . costume alternatives

simple do it yourself costumes

source below

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here are some fun animal ideas ; inspired by this site !

🎃 deer - fawn have spots , and big guy dear have big horns ! sport your favorite brown outfit and let's get to frolicking

🕸 kitty - kitties come in all colors ! be sure to throw on some ears and a tail - here's a tutorial to a style of diy cat ears i tried one year ! i managed to braid , flat iron , and hairspray some thin braids into cat ears . don't forget the face paint !

🎃 panda - black and white and oh so fluffy ! this is a good idea for those who get cold on halloween night . wear something big and comfy !

🕸 fox - so sneaky ! so fast ! sport some speedy orange and get to zipping around for some candy !

🎃 dog - ive seen a diy where you stuff two socks and fabric glue them to a headband to make floppy doggy / bunny ears ! if i find a tutorial i will be sure to link it

🕸 koala - good for those extra cuddly babies - suit up in your comfiest gray clothes and start snugglin !

🎃 tiger - here's a fun DIY mask from crayola ! there are many other styles and options online too !

🕸 owl - bonus points for feathery scarves !

🎃 bear - bears come in many different shapes and sizes ! get creative - you can be any bear you want to be ! pooh bear , smokey bear , yogi bear , a polar bear ! theres so many options to choose from

🕸ꜝ⌗✧･ﾟ🎃 𝗯𝗈𝗼 ! ◥(*`꒳´* )◤ 🧙‍♂️ .⠂🔮꒷꒦ﾟ･✧⌗ꜝ🕸

here are some spooky ideas i came up with ! photos linked respectively !

🕸 ghost tutorial . a classic sheet ghost ! simple , discreet , and cost effective !

🎃 zombie - this can be achieved with any level of tattered clothing , face paint , and cosmetics ! you can be a barely zombie or you can be a crazy super zombified zombie !

🕸 clown - this too can be achieved at almost any level ! wear your brightest , silliest , most mismatched clothes . you can add different layers and textures if you want to get real wild with it . if you want to be a scary clown you could throw on some makeup / cosmetics !

🎃 vampire - try all black ! i have noticed a lot of vampires have a highlight color (ex . vampires being associated with black and red) - mix it up with your own color ! do a black on pink , black on green , be a crazy vampire ! capes + fangs might help you achieve this look

🕸 mime - i think a mime would be super fun ! i would dress in stripes , wear a funny hat , and play pretend all day ! good option for those nonverbal regressors ?

🎃 magician - cape , top hat , and a spunky outfit ! this could also be a good opportunity for a matching costume (cg magician + bunny regressor ?) here's a fun DIY with a link to a homemade magic kit for tots

🕸 scarecrow - i did this one year ! i dressed in a flannel and stuffed my sleeves with leaves ! you can do some cute button nose makeup or add a straw hat !

🎃 jellybeans - this has to be the most simple and cutest DIY ever !

🕸 superhero - pick your signature color and add a cape ! what will your super powers be ? and most importantly , must you conceal your identity ?

🕸ꜝ⌗✧･ﾟ🎃 𝗯𝗈𝗼 ! ◥(*`꒳´* )◤ 🧙‍♂️ .⠂🔮꒷꒦ﾟ･✧⌗ꜝ🕸

and a few more simple ideas i wanted to add on the fly <3 !

🎃 waking up - pj comfy clothes to the max !

🕸 lobster - orange and reds , add some big oven mitts as your claws !

🎃bumble bee - black and yellow , or yellow and black ?

🕸 sheep/lamb - fluffy soft light precious little baby

🎃 beanie babie - so simple and cute ! somebody has to give it a try

🕸 fairy - you can be any type of fairy ! grab your wings and let's go !

🎃 unicorn - i dressed up in a pink fluffy tutu and found a decently priced unicorn horn ! so much fun !

🕸 sunshine - all you need to wear is yellow and a bright smile on your face !

🎃 royalty - you could be any royalty from any time ! modern , victorian , medieval , or even something else ! maybe you're dressed out of the ordinary for some reason , like a royal spy ! im sure you have a story here's a crown DIY that ive done before for fun !

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Touhou Ship Week Day 2: Sweet/Pride (yep, did both)

“Really? That’s what you’re most proud of?”

It wasn’t often that Minoriko Aki had visitors over to her home. It was a rather ramshackle place built on a field fairly recently, basically just had the basics for herself and her sister Shizuha, plus maybe one guest if they didn’t mind the small size. But, well, this wasn’t any other visitor. This was a rather cute maneki-neko that she’d recently hired to help with her sales, but… well, something just clicked. Maybe it was her savvy, their shared taste in warm colors, or maybe she was just pretty. But after a few days of working together, the pair couldn’t bear to keep their partnership strictly professional.

Of course, that didn’t mean they had to agree on everything.

“Yep. Once you see how much money I’ve been making from that card trade, you’d get it too.”

“Really, money of all things.” Minoriko rolled her eyes as she worked on baking something. “No wonder you call yourself a cat-pitalist. It’s always money with you.”

“Hey, I started from nothing, lived my life and eventually got to become something. It just so happens that money’s involved in it! And besides, don’t act like you weren’t also getting in on that card trade.”

“H-hey, I just… wanted to use it as an excuse to sell more sweet potatoes, okay?”

“Right, right.” Mike smiled as she moved to sit down. “But anyway, what are you proudest of?”

“Me? I can think of a few things.” Minoriko got to thinking as she placed the results of her work in a wood oven. “I’m proud of the work I do for the autumn season. As a deity of the harvest, I’m proud to be able to work with the few villagers who do worship me, to be able to grant them bountiful crops every year. Though…”

“Though… what?”

Minoriko stepped away from the oven and smiled. She moved to sit next to Mike and scratched behind the cat girl’s ears, prompting a murring noise from the latter.

“What I think I’m most proud of is my cooking. You’ve had my sweet potatoes and such, but I’d like to think I’m talented enough to be able to handle even non-autumn dishes perfectly.”

“Your cooking, huh?” Mike glanced over at the oven. “Well, we’re about to see how justified that pride of yours is, huh?”

“Don’t give me that competitive tone, we both know how you feel about my cooking. You know what they say,” Minoriko said as she held up a finger. “The best way to a woman’s heart is through her stomach.”

“Hah… haha… right.”

Mike blushed and went silent. Now it was just time to wait for this thing to finish baking. Using this silence as an opportunity, Minoriko stood back up and walked over to a small box on the floor. Inside the box was ice, and a lot of it, but more interestingly was a small container sitting on top of it. Reaching down, the goddess picked it up and set it atop a table, before opening it. Inside was something akin to cream, though it was lighter, almost airy.

“What’s that you got there?” Mike asked with visible intrigue.

“I just took some heavy cream and very quickly mixed it. It’s something that Western maid taught me about when I visited last autumn. Same with this dessert I’m about to give you. I sweetened it too to make it a bit more flavorful, I’m sure it’ll go great with it.”

“We’ll see about that.”

There Mike was with the teasing. That was the one annoying thing about her, she just kind of always insisted on being right. Maybe that card market was starting to give her a swelled head after all, but now probably wasn’t the time for that conversation. Now was the time to wait for food. So back and forth Minoriko would go, switching from checking on the oven to scratching Mike’s ears, on and off until…

“Aha, it looks done to me.”

Minoriko put on some mitts and slid the finished dessert out of the oven. The result was something resembling a bowl of an orange-ish custard, except between the custard and the bowl was a layer of browned pastry. Mike clearly didn’t recognize it.

“What’s that?”

“The person who told me about this called it ‘pumpkin pie’. Apparently it’s a popular dessert in the Outside World during the autumn months. The filling’s based on a type of squash you’d see out there too, I’ve started growing them as of last year as a matter of fact. Never hurts to expand your culinary tastes.”

“I guess so.”

Minoriko nodded and moved to cut out a slice from the pie. As she did so, she glanced down at Mike.

“So, just to be totally clear. Are you proud of the money you’ve earned, or, uh, or the work you put in to get there? Because if it’s the latter, you sure fixated on the former a lot.”

“Well, I’m… I’m… huh.” That seemed to catch Mike off guard. The maneki-neko leaned forward, hands on her face, and paused. “You know, when you put it like that, I’m… actually not sure?” I feel like… huh. Are my words and my thoughts just completely mismatched? I feel like…”

“Go ahead, think it over. I’ll give you time.”

The next minute or so was mostly quiet outside of a few grunts from Mike, as if they were the sound of the wheels turning in her head. Eventually, there was a nod.

“I think I was thinking of the latter. I’m proud of the work and the results of said work, not just the money itself.”

“Alright, alright. Thank you for the clarification, that’s a lot more understandable. Now, please try this.”

Minoriko finished slicing up the pie and placed one onto a plate. She dabbed some of the whipped cream on top and passed it off to Mike with some silverware; she was gifted some and found it was helpful for some of the more out-there foods she tried making, this being an example. She cut some for herself as well and moved to sit back down with her partner.

“Don’t have to wait for me to start,” Mike commented, “you can go ahead and eat.”

“Well gee, thanks.”

The pair both dug in at the same time, each taking a fairly small bite at first. The room fell silent with their chewing, neither knowing how the other would react. It wasn’t until Minoriko caught a small, rumbling noise coming from next to her that she had an idea of what her partner felt.

“Hey, are you… are you purring?”

“W-what? What? It’s good!” Mike leaned back and gave Minoriko the absolute most sheepish look the god could imagine; it even made said god chuckle. “It’s sweet, but it’s not super, uh, sugary. It’s one of the best desserts I ever had. I think the only thing that may beat it is your sweet potato stuff.”

“Oh, it’s that good? Thank you, I’m glad it’s up to par.” Minoriko finished her first bite and smiled, before taking another. “I wondered if I had the spices messed up, but no, it’s exactly how I wanted it.”

The couple would work on finishing their pie slices, not even bothering to take it slow given that they had another several slices for later. No time to savor the flavor when the flavor was that savor-able as it stood. Eventually they finished, leaving empty plates in front of them and their stomachs full. The pair sighed and leaned back, before Mike eventually spoke up.

“...y’know what, Minoriko?”

“Hmm?”

“...you know, I’d be way prouder of this if it were my talent.”

“Ah, don’t let yourself down. You’re a hard worker, Mike, you deserve credit there.”

“...yeah, you’re right.”

Minoriko got up to cover the pie and put it in the ice box, before moving back to sit near Mike and return to petting her. That conversation certainly ended better than expected, and they both felt remarkably cozy afterward. Sheesh, the deity thought, if only every conversation ended like that.

[mobbu-min]

☆ cat, kitty, cat ☆

summary: In which an alchemy lesson went wrong, and your favorite housewarden is turned into a kitten. Now your tasked with caring for him.

a/n: i had this idea in the middle of the night and i knew i had to do something with this idea. anyways, i want a cat so badly, it's basically a need at this point. also, no idea why the hell leona's part came out so long compared to riddles???

characters: Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar

!tw! cursing

*you can find the other parts here! -> two, three

Riddle Rosehearts <3

“(y/n)! You gotta help us!” Ace yelled, haphazardly throwing the doors of Ramshackle open. Following him was Deuce, who looked equally distraught, carrying a bundle in his arms. Thick oven mitts on his hands and an apron covering his chest.

“Oi! Ace! What gives?” Grim complained, sitting up from his spot on your lap. Giving him calming pats, you got up and asked the gasping boy, “What’s up?”

“The H-housewarden…” he stuttered. His eyes wide with fear.

Moving to his side, you asked urgently. Already feeling stress accumulating. “What happened to Riddle?”

“I-i think it’s best if you see for yourself.” Deuce held out the red dish rag towards you.

Eyeing him suspiciously, you carefully opened the bundle. A gasp escaping your lips. Holding up the small kitten in your hands, you gushed, “A kitten!” Large gray eyes stared up at you and purred. Nudging its tiny head against your warm hand. “Awe! So cute!”

The two stared at you in disbelief and shock. Shaking his head, Ace wondered, “How is Riddle not clawing your eyes out?”

“Eh?” Turning to the kitten in your hands, you tilted it to the side and stared into its eyes for a long time. Your smile dropping the longer you stare at him, “RIDDLE!?”

☆☆☆

⋆ Riddle is definitely the smallest of the dorm leaders, but he’s also the feistiest. He has the largest gray eyes that sparkle with amazement and wonder. Really soft orange fur, that holds a reddish undertone. Compared to his normal pristine look, his fur is the total opposite, and sticks out wildly. Much to his annoyance.

⋆ He likes to hang out on your shoulders. Proudly puffing out his chest. Another favorite spot of his, is your lap while you read to him. He’s a kitty of education, so he still tries to keep up with his studies. Which never fails to make you laugh seeing a small little kitten sit so still during your classes. Because you bring him everywhere, Riddle sees this as an opportunity to make sure Ace and Deuce are paying attention during classes. The moment he sees one of the two lay his head on his desk, it’s game over for them. He’s instantly on their head, scratching at them. Crewel, and especially, Trein are impressed.

⋆ Much to his dismay, he can’t resist the urge to chase around your shoelaces. For such a sophisticated person, his favorite toy is your dirty shoelaces. He’ll chase them around for as long as you’ll humor him. Though beware, Riddle has made you trip on multiple occasions by playing with your undone laces.

⋆ Purrs? It’s soft, almost inaudible. But if you listen closely, they have this constant soothing humming. It’s a lot like his meows, just much less feisty.

“What do you mean I was a cute kitten!? I was not!- Ah! Don’t laugh at me, prefect! M-my face is not red! (grumbles) Fine, I’ll allow you to tease me, but if I hear any of this from Ace, it’s off with his head.”

Leona Kingscholar <3

Every Tuesday, you and Leona had lunch together. It was something you started to do when you were staying at his dorm. It just stuck and became a ritual for you both.

You were expecting to find him at his usual spot in the botanical garden, under the thick shade of the tropical trees, laying on the dense foliage. Sprawled out and snoring softly. Totally unaware of the world around him. Tail languidly flicking back and forth and ears twitching ever so slightly.

You were expecting that Leona. The arrogant bastard that made himself a staple in your life.

You weren’t expecting to see a small brown kitten in his place. Blissfully unaware of your intrigued stare. Crouching down, you set aside your bag and gently stroked the kitten’s soft fur. Its fur felt like the softest of clouds.

“And who are you little one? Perhaps a new friend?” You asked. Taking a seat by the kitten, you stayed silent, forgetting the lion you promised a lunch to, and stroked its fur. As expected, deep purrs verberated against its chest. You couldn’t help but coo softly. Enamored by the cuteness of the little being.

“There he is!” Ruggie’s voice caught your attention. Turning to him, you blinked in surprise at his heaving form. His hair in disarray and a large gash, not enough to scar, on his arm. He perked up the moment he saw your curious gaze, “Oh, (y/n)! You’re here too.”

“Yeah, I was waiting for Leona, but he’s not here.” You explained, gesturing towards the starry pattern cloth that held the boxes of food you prepared. Scratching behind the kitten’s ear, you sighed, “All I found was a little kitten. Cute, right?”

“I don’t think cute’s the way I’d describe him, but sure.” Ruggie sighed. Taking a seat beside you, he gestured towards the boxes. “Do you mind if I had some? I spent all of my lunch searching for Leona.”

“Absolutely! Taking care of Leona is a chore.” You laughed.

“Tell me about it.” Just as Ruggie was about to reach for the boxes, the brown kitten pounced on his hand. Clawing at his skin. With a shout, Ruggie attempted to catch the kitten by its scruff. Only to miss as the kitten climbed up his arm, “Argh! Leona! Get off me!”

Quickly, you caught the kitten by its scruff and dangled it in the air. Staring at it, you asked the disinterested kitten, “What’s your deal, kitty?” Setting it on your lap, you checked up on Ruggie, “Are you alright? I didn’t expect kitty to react that way.”

“I’m fine,” Ruggie hissed, rubbing the red marks on his arm and hand. “Sheesh, I guess that’s what I get for stealing Leona’s food.”

“What?”

Pointing to the kitten idly licking its paw, he yawned, “That’s Leona.”

You and the kitten, now known as Leona, stared at each other. Lazy green eyes blinking before settling himself on your lap. With a little yawn, he fell back to sleep. His little claws digging into your pants, just like normal Leona would tighten his grip on you to prevent you from moving.

“Oh?”

“That’s really all you have to say!?”

☆☆☆

⋆ As expected, Ruggie left Leona to you. Saying he was too much work and that you already had a good handle on regular Leona, so it was a no brainer.

⋆ Leona is definitely the biggest kitten out of the seven, and by that I mean, he’s long??? Idk how to explain it, but anyways- his fur is brown and is incredibly soft. Like really fuckin soft. And he has the prettiest green eyes. Like pretty, pretty. Overall, he’s like one of those cats you’d see on the top of pinterest.

⋆ He doesn’t really play with toys and spends the majority of his time napping. Pretty much anywhere, but prefers to nap on or near you. He’s favorite spot is cradled in your arm or in your sweater/coat that’s tucked into your pants. Which is conveniently Grim’s favorite spot, so there was so much drama between the two. Total drama queens.

⋆ To get your attention, he does the thing cats do and shoves things to the ground. Homework? Papers are scattered everywhere, now he’s in its spot demanding pets. Cups of water? The floor was thirsty, now cradle him. Grim? Well it’s Grim, Leona’s now your cat sidekick.

⋆ Leona likes to hunt like any cat. So he’ll leave sometimes during class or whatever you're doing and come back and plop a whole ass chipmunk or big-ass bug on your lap. You’re confused and desperately trying to scream out loud and Leona’s smug as fuck. Now praise him.

⋆ He does that thing where cats will run around the house at night then jump on his owner. Maybe it’s his kitten youthfulness, but he hasn’t felt this energized in years and you're absolutely baffled that he’s capable of running.

⋆ Lazy kitten with attitude problems sums Leona up pretty well.

“-yawn- Sit down, so I can take a nap. What do you mean I’m too heavy? You did perfecting fine when I was a kitten, herbivore. Now quiet and let me rest…oi, be careful with the ears. I might pounce on ya.”

disclaimer: pictures are not mine

[thecoloursdontshow]

sam gets up at the crack of dawn for his run, which bucky finds absolutely absurdtm  because who the hell is running at like 6 in the morning? nobody. “goodmorning, you’re ridiculous.” is the greeting sam normally gets. “charming as ever buck.” is always the reply he gives bucky, before slipping out of the apartment, letting bucky enjoy more sleep, like normal people do sam. anywho. sam gets back around 7 to a still sleeping bucky. sam just rolls his eyes. if they have nothing to do that day the. Sam will normally just put on a show on his laptop, sit next to Bucky on the bed and just relax. by like 730 Bucky will be up and trying to get Sam to turn his laptop down while trying to subtly not subtly get closer to Sam and it’s really funny. “it’s cold and you’re warm” is Buckys justification and Sam just rolls his eyes but let’s him bc he finds it rlly adorable how Bucky just turns into a cat for no reason. by 8-830 Sam makes them breakfast because Bucky cannot cook for shit but he can bake and its getting worrisome. buckys really annoying when Sam tries to cook bc even though he’s been up for an hour at the most he still acts sleepy and will just rest against sam and again Sams find it cute bc Bucky is really lazy despite being able to throw their oven across the room like it’s nothing and it’s so stupid that it’s funny. but if they do have a mission or something then Sam will have to annoy Bucky to wake up and it would be funny if they didn’t actually have to go somewhere and Sam likes to be on time for things and Bucky is an actual cat so it gets very difficult to do so. “Sammmmmm” “Buck I love you but for the love of all that is good in this world get up”.eventually and begrudgingly, Bucky gets up when Sam threatens to dump water on him and Sam had never seen him get up faster. one time, sam just left him there bc technically he didn’t need him at the conference. he leaves a note and texts him bc he’s sappy. Bucky first tries to argue with Sam over texts. he did not win that argument whatsoever. he eventually admitted defeat and found himself flipping through a cookbook and finding a new recipe. despite the increasing anxiety and checking the time relentlessly, he finds it calming. by the time sam gets home Bucky has been a batch of chocolate chunk cookies, banana muffins and blueberry scones made. and the kitchen is an actual disaster but Sam ignores that because the image of Bucky standing over the oven with flour in his hair and only one oven mitt, he deems his heart is beating too fast for normalcy. and Bucky just starts talking and sam can only stand there shocked and in love. “Bucky, sweetheart, youve been talking for the past 5 minutes.” and Bucky just blushed, looking down at the floor. and now that sams home, and Bucky genuinely was calm, and he didn’t have to deal with press conferences, Bucky thinks that’s maybe he wants to stay home. so, after a lot of taking, Bucky starts staying home more often.

[alwaysachorusgirl]

Sunday in the Kitchen with Frederick

Pairing: Frederick Chilton x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1110

For: covers the baker square for @adarafaelbarba 's fall moodboard bingo

TW: none

Author's Note: This is set in the Cat Daddy Frederick verse, but takes place two months after "Almost Perfect", so Buttercup is not in the picture yet. I wanted to jump back in the timeline again and explore earlier moments in their relationship. So, you're all getting some cute baking fluff.

Tags: @madamsnape921 @itsjustmyfantasyroom @prurientpuddlejumper @thatesqcrush @welcometothemxdhouse @raulesparza4eva @teamsladsandgents @rosequcrtz

Frederick entered his home, cane in one hand, shopping bag in the other. He inhaled as he put the bag down and removed his jacket. The scent of warm apples and pumpkin were coming from the kitchen. His ear caught the sound of music; was that “The Time Warp”? He chuckled to himself, and headed for the kitchen, shopping bag in hand.

You were swaying to the music as you finished peeling apples and dropping them into the sauce pot on the stove. Frederick could have sworn it was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen. You’d been together for two months, but you had already insinuated yourself into his life like you had always been there. Whenever you were there, the house didn’t feel cold and empty like it usually did. When you asked if you could decorate for fall, Frederick has found it impossible to say no. You had quickly filled the house with fairy lights, scented candles, garlands of silk leaves, pumpkins of various sizes and colors; and that included the kitchen. Fairy lights were hung around the ceiling with the leaf garlands woven into them. It gave the kitchen a warm and cozy glow, and to Frederick, you looked like an angel, standing in the middle of it all, apron, and oven mitts on, pulling a loaf of pumpkin bread out of the oven. You placed it on a pot warmer to cool and smiled when you turned and saw your boyfriend standing there.

“Frederick! You’re home!” You took off your oven mitts and made a beeline for him, throwing your arms around his neck and placing a welcoming kiss on his lips.

“I could most certainly get used to that kind of greeting,” he smirked, and held up the bag. “Your emergency supplies, my love.”

“Thank you, Frederick,” you said, taking the bag from him. “The store wasn’t too busy, was it?”

“Surprisingly no; the young lady at the checkout said it’s always slower when the Ravens are playing. All the regulars are either at the game or are at home watching it on TV.”

“Sounds like my hometown; well, I appreciate you running out anyway. If I had taken better inventory of the ingredients, you wouldn’t have had to.”

“It was no trouble, my dear. I took the liberty of picking up a few extra things, as I saw they were on sale.”

“Thank you, Frederick, that was very thoughtful of you.” You put the bag on the counter and started removing its contents. The eggs and butter that you had run out of were there, along with extra sugar, flour, brown sugar, cinnamon, vanilla extract, and pumpkin puree. You smiled at that. “I see my pumpkin bread is a winner with you.”

“It is absolutely delightful and puts Starbucks to shame.” He looked over the countertop that covered with bowls, measuring tools, and ingredients. “Is there anything that I can help with?”

You thought for a moment. “Would you mind mixing the dry ingredients for the muffin batter?”

“Not at all, my love. How do I go about doing that?”

“Just follow the recipe, it’s easy,” you tried to reassure him, handing him an extra apron. “Here, I’ll help get you started.” You grabbed a bowl and a mixing spoon and placed them on the counter in front of him. You then moved all the dry ingredients to the same area, along with the necessary measuring cups, and the book stand that was holding up your 3-ring binder where you kept your recipes. You double checked the measurement for the sugar, filled the proper measuring cup, and dumped it into the bowl. “It’s just like high school chemistry, follow the recipe step-by-step, and you should get the desired outcome.”

“And if I screw up there’s no chance of me blowing up the kitchen?”

“None whatsoever, and there’s no dangerous chemicals here. And no one is grading you, so if you do make a mistake, it’s not a big deal. With cooking and baking, you learn by doing. I have faith in you, Frederick, you can do this.”

Frederick nodded and got to work while you went to check on the apples boiling on the stove. He carefully measured and mixed the dry ingredients as you instructed and began stirring them together. Hmm…perhaps this baking thing isn’t so hard, he thought to himself. That was until he stirred a little too vigorously and knocked some of the unmixed flour out of the bowl and onto to himself. He paused his motions and looked down at himself. Some of it was on the apron, some of it was on his shirt, and he could feel some of it sticking to the lower portion of his face.

“Umm…Y/N?”

You stopped what you were doing and turned to him. You put a hand over your mouth, but there was no stopping the giggles that erupted from your lips. Frederick was covered in flour and looked like a sad puppy that was anticipating being yelled at.

“Oh, Frederick, you’re adorable!” You grabbed a wet washcloth and started gently wiping the flour off his face. “Don’t worry, it’s fine, I get flour on myself all the time.”

“But the mess—”

“Don’t worry about the mess,” you said softly, putting a finger to his lips. “We can clean it up, or…” an idea suddenly popped into your head, “make a bigger one.”

You reached in the nearby flour bag and grabbed some with your fingertips.

“What are you—” Frederick was once again cut off, but this time by additional flour landing directly on his face. At first, he was taken by surprise, but then he saw the devilish look in your eyes, and a sly grin formed on his lips. “Hmm… you do know that two can play at that game, right?”

“Do your worst.”

Frederick grabbed handful of flour and launched it at your face. You responded in kind, and you both carried on like that for a few minutes, laughing like school children, until you both looked like kitchen ghosts, and the floor was becoming slippery.

“Okay, Frederick,” you held up your hands. “I surrender.”

Frederick took the opportunity to grab you around the waist and pull you close, placing a passionate kiss on your lips. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, too Frederick. See? Baking is fun!”

“I couldn’t agree more, my love.” He then glanced around at the kitchen. “I supposed we’re going to have to clean this up, now, aren’t we?”

“Yes, but shower first? We can share the hot water…”

“Sounds like a perfect way to spend an afternoon, my love.”

[apparentlyaswarmofbees]

hello pal!! your writing is so good, you do not KNOW how late i stayed up late night reading your stuff!! neither do i but that’s besides the point!!! can i request the brothers with an s/o who loves to crochet? cause when me and my homies get together you KNOW each person is going home with at least two big chunky sweaters. like those you only wear when you’re going to bed or when you know company isn’t coming. thank you, and have a good day beyb!!!

Ajdjdjjajwnfakneic it makes me giddy you spend so much time reading my stuff! ♡♡♡ and

B O I

I literally opened so many tabs on crochet things theyre all either so cute, cool or pretty! There was so many ideas I can't even-

I miss having crotchet things but they catch so much dust wdjakdjkakendka

And guess what? I got so excited I added the Undatables

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The Brothers, The Undatables, MC and Crochet.

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Lucifer

He had to blink a few times when the mug he usually used now had a really intricate crochet cozy around it.

He knew you had a passion for crocheting, but he didn't expect to be presented with something for himself. Specially not out of nowhere.

Don't worry though, he will straight up refuse to use any other mug and he will be so cranky for the entire day if his mug didn't have it's cozy around it due to it needing to be washed.

Please make three scarves for cerberus, p l e a s e. Lucifer will love it.

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Mammon

Make him a coin pouch and make it animal themed.

He is basically so posessive of that little pouch we will not let anyone even breathe too close to it.

And you know what else you should make him?

A crochet hat with cat ears.

He will look so damn cute and he will be so smiley whenever he has a chance to wear it and he will look so proud.

The sight of him counting the money in his animal themed purse with a concentrated pout while wearing the hat can kill, k i l l.

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Leviathan

The day you decorate a small aquarium with little crochet fish and aquatic plants is the day he will be sure that, if he died right there and then, he would die a happy man.

Also I bet that pouf thing besides his bathup is already so used it has already become quite unconfortable to sit on, so you know what?

Make him a crochet pouf.

You best believe it already has a curse put on it so that it will make anyone else who dares to sit on that pouf that aren't you or him without asking regret it for the rest of their lives.

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Satan

This is how you can make Satan the happiest man alive:

Make crochet cat beds for the stray cats around the devildom, the sight of them snuggily curled up on them will be enough to get him in a good mood for days.

Make him a crochet book marker. If you want you can even make more than one, each referencing to a different genre so that he not only can mark down where he stopped but also match the marker with the story he is reading.

On the extra note, make a poop shaped crochet and just place it around the house and watch as Lucifer glares at it in offense.

Satan will forever love you.

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Asmodeus

Make 👏 him 👏 a crochet 👏 scarf 👏

Choose any colors you think would look good on him and with his outfits, you best believe he will make one right back for you.

Also, crochet phone pouches and cases???? Y e s ???

With each present he gives a different level of screech.

There is a good chance of you guys getting so into crochet presents that at some point your entire bedrooms will be covered in crochet things made by each other.

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Beelzebub

And finally, crochet sweaters.

Have you ever thought about being bear hugged by Beel while he is wearing a big crochet sweater because he is just so happy and at some point he even lifts you up from the floor?

Because I have.

And you know what else he would love? Crochet bags.

He will not carry his book in anything else, and he takes such a good care of it. Making sure to not place it anywhere dirty, washing it regularly and not carrying any type of food that can stain inside it.

He is baby.

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Belphegor

This one is so obvious.

Crochet pillows? He basically can't sleep anywhere else. Crochet blanket? He basically wraps himself around it in a cocoon to the point only the top of his hair and maybe his toes are showing and it's just such a ridiculously cute sight.

Watch out because if you get too close to cocoon Belphie he may pull you inside too and you will not be getting out any time soon.

There is no better experience than being lifted up by Beel with him when you end up in said situation.

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Solomon

Make him crochet socks.

And make them with the most ridiculously cursed color combinations you can manage.

He will wear them around Asmo just to piss him off.

Also crochet aprons are a thing???

Write something like 'kiss the cook' on it.

He definetelly is the type of person to love wearing those unironically.

If you want you can make a crochet replica of his wand. He will find it so cute.

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Simeon

SIMEON WITH A CROCHET CARDIGAN.

Just

Imagine

And imagine him giving you a hug while wearing it.

Also crochet pencil toppers.

There is a good chance whenever he uses pencils now he will always take a moment to look at the cute topper and give a chuckle.

The sillier you make them the more smiley Simeon will get.

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Luke

Crochet oven mitts!!!!!

This kid will be so happy he will bounce on his feet when you give it to him!

He will always use them when baking. In fact, sometimes he doesn't even need to use them but he will use them anyways.

Also, matching lucky charms!!

Teach him how to make it and he will surely make quite a few for everyone, each being a bit different from the other.

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Diavolo

Cro 👏 chet 👏 plushie 👏

Make them just big enough to fit his hands and have yourself die at the sight of this hunk of a demon craddling a plushie and being so happy and giddy he gets blushy.

I personally recomend making him a dinossaur.

Also, make him a crochet bracelet.

He will always wear it when he can, he may even consider it a lucky charm for himself.

There is just something oddly endearing about having the Demon Lord wear a crochet bracelet.

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Barbatos

And last but not least, just throw as many crochet cup mats and table covers as you can on this man.

Then just wait and watch as they slowly invade the daily life of the demon as he uses them around the castle.

It's there at the tea time under the cups and over the lunch table, it's there in the guests bedrooms decorating the bedsise desk, and it's there under his cup when he takes a small tea break in the kitchen.

He may not make much of a big deal about it but believe me when I say even Diavolo would fear him if he stained one of them even slightly.

[thelazyhermits]

Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays, everyone!! I hope you’re all having a great day!!! ^-^

As promised, here’s a post detailing what Fortune got for Christmas. I’m just gonna focus on her since Eri mostly got toys along with a few cute pieces of clothing lol

As I’ve mentioned before, the 1-A students teamed up to pick out gifts for Fortune & Eri, so they didn’t get 20 presents a piece from the class lol 

And the same can be said for Class 1-B. Although, they didn’t split up into so many separate groups like Class 1-A. They just as a whole picked out a few gifts for Fortune and Eri. 

However, Monoma & Kaibara also secretly bought presents for Fortune XD

All these presents were addressed as coming from Santa, so Fortune never gets a confirmation of who picked out what. However, some presents are obvious enough that she can figure out who picked them out.

For example, Kaibara got her a camera since she had been wanting one after spending time working on her photography skills while on Nabu Island and had asked him to help her pick out one once she got back to UA. 

He decided to follow Komori’s advice and go ahead and get one for Fortune since Christmas was only a few days away by the time of her return. Plus, this way he knows he can get her a present that he’ll know she’ll like haha

Since I’m already talking about a 1-B student, I’ll go ahead and mention what the class as a whole got for Fortune: 

A cute winter outfit that all the girls worked together to buy. They each picked out a different part of the ensemble. 

A garden box that Fortune can hang on her balcony and multiple seed packets so she can grow her own herbs. They made sure to decorate the box to make it look really cute. 

Bath & beauty products/fragrances that are good for relaxation. Cause she had been so stressed because of her stalker, they decided to get her some stuff that could help her relax.

Monoma’s present was a scarf that he handknitted since he thought nothing could surpass a handmade gift lol

Now, let’s move onto Class 1-A.

Bakugou & Kirishima: New running shoes. Bakugou noticed that she has been wearing the same pair of shoes for forever because she’s such a pennypincher, so he decided to take matters into his own hands. Kirishima was in full support of the idea and wanted to find some shoes that were as cool and manly as Fortune lol 

Midoriya, Todoroki, & Iida: A new spice rack filled with pretty much every spice known to man. Thanks to Todoroki’s & Iida’s thick wallets, it was easy for them to acquire the really expensive spices. Midoriya took care of buying the actual rack since that was within his budget lol

Yaoyorozu & Jirou: Am electronic tablet that Fortune can use for work and for pleasure such as reading so Fortune wouldn’t always have to go to a bookstore if she feels like reading. Yaoyorozu took care of that and the case while Jirou got a giftcard for Fortune to use for buying the books. 

Uraraka & Asui: They got her a cat-themed apron and matching oven mitts.

Aoyama, Hagakure, & Ashido: They picked out a cute outfit for her like the 1-B girls did and also got her some cute hair accessories. 

Kaminari, Mineta, & Sero: An DVD boxset of an anime Fortune showed an interest in and some merch related to her favorite anime/video games

Ojiro, Satou, & Kouda: They unknowingly did the same as 1-B and got products that they thought would help Fortune relax. They also got her a free massage at a place not far from the school.

Shouji & Tokoyami: At Dark Shadow’s behest, they got her a pillow they happened upon while out shopping that looked like him since Dark Shadow wouldn’t let up until they agreed lol Aside from that, they got her a picture holder that hangs from the ceiling cause they know how much she likes decorating her room with pictures

Next is Shinsou, Hatsume, & the Big Three.

Shinsou: A cat-earred hoodie with matching socks

Hatsume: She created a mini flying device that basically acts as Fortune’s personal assistant at the dorm. It can watch whatever food Fortune is cooking whenever Fortune needs to leave the kitchen for whatever reason and will let her know when the food is ready so the food won’t burn. It’s also capable of helping with chores since it can carry a great amount of weight despite its small size, so it could carry a basket of laundry for Fortune. It also acts as a second pair of eyes to watch out for Eri while they’re at the dorm. It’s one of Hatsume’s most successful inventions to date lol

Big Three: They also got her more things to hold pictures for display, most of which had a cat theme like cat shaped frames. They also got some fairy lights and other cute dorm room decorations.

And lastly the teachers.

Midnight: As a gag gift, she got Fortune a pair of handcuffs, but when she was playing Santa, she got Fortune some cute clothes.

Thirteen: A jacket made to resemble her hero costume since Fortune has said before how much she likes her costume since Fortune finds it really cute. It’s really soft and comfortable. Hugging Fortune while she’s wearing it is like hugging a marshmallow haha

Mic: A deluxe spa day package along with a note from Santa who said he recommends taking Mic for her plus 1 lol 

Nedzu: Several packets of vegetable seeds along with a note saying that a garden area has been prepared for her. Fortune had brought up to him one day about growing her own vegetables since it’s cost-efficient and because Eri had shown an interest in gardening after seeing it on TV, so now, they have their own garden area behind the dorm, courtesy of Power Loader’s Quirk lol

Power Loader: He built a garden shed for the gardening tools he bought her and built a covering for the garden so it’ll be protected from the elements. He also made a side garden area just in case Fortune and Eri wanna try growing flowers too.

Snipe: A giftcard to the local cat cafe and a stylish hat that he thought would suit her.

Cementoss: A mini zen garden. They help him relax, so he hoped it would do the same for her. 

Ectoplasm: One of those devices that plays relaxing sounds to help you sleep but can also be used as a speaker that you can hook your phone up to and play regular music through. 

Vlad King: A giftcard to the local dog cafe and a cat-themed charging dock for her cell phone

Hound Dog: A really nice foot massager

All Might: He got her a hat, scarf, & mitten combo that’s modeled after Midoriya’s hero costume since he knows how much it would mean to her to be the first person to get merch modeled after her hero. He made the design subtle enough that everyone wouldn’t immediately realize who the hat/scarf/mittens were modeled after since he didn’t want to bring unwanted attention to Fortune & Midoriya’s close relationship, so only those who know all the details about that relationship would notice. He also got her some really nice jewelry and clothes that Melissa helped him pick out. Santa Might went all out haha

Recovery Girl: Her gifts were brought by Santa Might lol She got Fortune a first aid kit that’s packed with everything a trouble magnet like Fortune could ever need. It’s small enough to fit in her backpack, so you can bet she’s taking it everywhere she goes haha

[djarinbarnes]

me olvidarás - six

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Pairings: Javier Peña x female reader

Warnings for the chapter: 18+ smut, fingering, oral sex (f rec), unprotected vaginal sex (be safe pls), soft javi 🥺

Word count: 5.4k

Summary: an undeniable warm summer vacation in Bogotá. simply trying to get away from your nosey, boring parents and live for once, you meet a man who impresses you beyond where your imagination could ever take you.

a/n: we have a cute, flustered Javi trying to cook.... and.... more ;D finally. peep the *flashback*

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Who the fuck knew cooking was so difficult? Javi cursed audibly at the chicken simmering away in the pan, yellow from the ridiculous amount of curry he had accidentally dropped in there. “You still with me?” He heard Connie’s calming voice on the other end of the line, and he nodded. “Javier?”

“Fuck, yeah I’m still here.” People can’t see you nodding through the phone, you imbecile. He cursed again, hearing a soft laugh on the other end of the line. “Sorry Con. I’m just nervous and all. Why the fuck is cooking so damn hard?” He cast a look to the counter beside him, taking in all the different ingredients Connie had made him buy to make chicken enchiladas.

“Javi, calm down. Cooking is only hard because you have little to no knowledge about it.” he sighs into the phone, running a hand over his face before he reaches out for the cigarette pack on the table, placing one between his lips before he lights it, inhaling the smoke deeply. He lets out a cough, remembering the few cigarettes he smoked yesterday, which wasn’t like him at all.

In the few days he’s known you, he’s been so distracted he barely smoked any cigarettes. His cigarettes were his usual distraction, but now, with you in his life, he found a better, more healthy distraction. As if having a semi all damn day was any healthier. He lets out a groan at the memories from last night flowing through his mind, his toes tingling slightly at the thought of you, half-naked in front of him, chest heaving and-

“Javi, how’s the chicken looking?” Connie’s voice pierces through his thoughts and he turns so quickly he gets dizzy, taking in the yellowed chicken on the pan. He quickly finds a tong, turning the chicken around in the grease, sighing deeply at the dark brown backs of the breasts, laying right there in the grease, mocking him.

“Slightly… overcooked maybe. The backs are all brown-ish dark.” He breathes, feeling defeated. The only thing he wanted to do was give you a nice, homemade dinner, but that he couldn’t even muster. Maybe he just couldn’t do anything right for you.

“Oh, that’s alright. As long as it’s not completely charred, it should be okay.” Javi hears the relief in her voice as she lets out a laugh, probably reacting to something Steve said in the background. “So, a date, huh?” She tries and Javi rolls his eyes, bringing the cigarette back to his lips before he turns over the chicken again, seeing the other side way nicer cooked than the other.

“Yeah. A date.” he sighs before taking the pan off the heat, moving it to one of the other flares. “Chicken’s done. What now?” He breathes into the phone, listening and following along to every little thing Connie says to him through the phone, guiding him through the whole ordeal of cutting the chicken and the vegetables, making sure to switch cutting boards (even though the chicken wasn’t raw anymore) and finally getting the enchiladas assembled. When they were finally in the oven, he let out a deep sigh. Something is finally going right.

“Thanks Connie. I owe you, I really do.” He looks up at the clock, noticing the time before he’s scrambling around the kitchen putting the phone down quickly, putting all the used pans and cutting boards into the sink before setting the table with hurried motions. He lifts the phone again just as he pulls off his shirt, slightly out of breath.

“Listen Connie, it’s been a pleasure, thank you again but she’ll be here any minute and I haven’t changed-” He mentally curses himself as he hears the doorbell ringing, letting him know you were here. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” he almost panics at the sudden interruption, but Connie manages to calm him down within seconds.

“Javi, it’s gonna be fine. I know she likes you. Change, let her in, have a good time. I’ll see you later.” Before he can say anything else, Connie has hung up the phone, and he’s running around his apartment, finding a clean shirt, and barely pulling it on before he hears the bell ring again, followed by a soft knock.

He straightens out the shirt, before quickly approaching the door, opening it to reveal you and your sun kissed cheeks, a wide smile plastered onto your face. You hold out a bottle of wine, and he finds himself unable to contain himself with all the serotonin surging through his body at the sight of you. He does nothing else than pull you into his arms, his lips connecting with yours hungrily.

Your arms come around his middle, holding him tight as he kisses you deeply, his hands finding the back of your neck and your waist. It feels so good to be in his arms, feels so good to be tasting him and then the delicious smell fills your nostrils. You hear your stomach rumble slightly before he detaches himself from you, holding you out to take a good look at you.

Your eyes are already hooded in bliss, your lips slightly swollen and kissable and your cheeks are red and blushed over. You’re so god damn beautiful as you stand there in his arms, inviting him into your embrace. You offer him a smile as he keeps looking at you, like you were the one who hung the moon and the stars.

“For you,” you whisper as you move your hand from his back, showing him the wine, you picked up on the way here. He smiles at your gesture - it makes his fingers and his heart tingle. If only you weren’t so fucking perfect. “For us.” you blush slightly before he steps aside, letting you into his apartment.

You love the way his living room is lowered from the entrance and the kitchen, and while you’re discarding your jacket, you wonder what he’s cooked for you. It smells amazing, and you feel the hunger creep up into you. You look around his apartment once more, taking in the sparse collection of pictures in frames hung on the walls, among other things.

One in particular catch your eyes, and you find yourself smiling. You can easily make out Javi, and his dad which he looks very much like. They both sported the same type of beard, they had the same warm, brown eyes, hell, even their grins looked so much alike. You feel him come up behind you, his hand swiping your hair off one side of your shoulder before he leans down, placing a kiss against your neck.

“I hope you’re hungry.” Javi whispers and you nod with a soft giggle, turning away from the picture and following him into the kitchen, watching as he uncorks the wine. He finds two glasses in one of the cabinets and pours you both a glass. “I know we aren’t eating yet, but…” he holds the glass out, and you carefully clink yours against his. “Cheers. Thank you for coming, hermosa.”

You watch him over the rim of your glass as you take a small sip, truly enjoying the deep, rich taste of the wine you had bought. You take a minute to admire him in front of you, his hair mussed and tousled up from the constant running through it his hands were doing. You giggle a bit at it – it was cute to see him so nervous and flustered. You wondered what thoughts went through his mind – his cheeks were occasionally flaring up in blushes, his eyes diverting from yours to anywhere else in the room.

It was cute, really, like he was a young boy again, trying to impress his prom date, and it made you smile even more. You don’t miss the way his hand clenches at his side, almost like it wanted to reach out and touch you, but you were poison ivy that would burn him if he dared to. You silently wish for him to touch you again.

Your prayers are answered when you watch him as he moves towards you, setting both of your glasses on the counter beside you before he’s lifting you onto it by your hips, pushing himself in between your thighs. He reattaches his lips to yours hungrily, and you can do nothing but give in.

His lips are like a drug to you, and you’re dangerously addicted to the taste of him. You don’t even know where the sudden urge to ravish him comes from - okay, yes you do but… That wasn’t the case right now. The whole thing feels so domestic, so good and natural, and you’re slowly losing yourself in the heat of the moment.

You almost let out a cry for more as he pulls away from you, but he quickly grabs an oven mitt, pulling the enchiladas out of the oven, placing it on the stove before he’s back in between your legs, his lips finding yours yet again. You moan at the feeling of his mustache caressing your lip, and he takes your parted lips as an invitation to push his tongue into your mouth.

You feel yourself grow wet between your legs as he holds you, his tongue exploring yours as you wrap your fingers in his locks, urging him closer. You feel his growing erection through his pants, and you smile against his lips. Before you can get too much into it though, you’re pulling him away by the hairs at the nape of his neck, causing him to let out a groan.

“Now, now Javi… It would be rude of us to completely forget the dinner you’ve made for us.” You grin like a Cheshire cat, before pushing yourself off the counter, grabbing the dish from the stove and putting it on the table. Then you take both your glasses, placing both in front of your respective plates. You bring the bottle over as well, just in case.

“You’re gonna drive me insane, hermosa.” He breathes as you both sit down, and you give him a wink over the table. Javi looks at the table he’s set - muttering out a fuck before he rises, picking his lighter from the counter and lighting the candles he’s put on the table for you. Well… He tried to be romantic.

Your wide smile doesn’t go unnoticed, though, and Javi feels his heart going a thousand miles an hour just looking at you. He knows just what you want. He knows what he wants as well, and he’s given you a promise after all. He knows he’s giving into you tonight. Knows that tonight is going to be the night where you lose your virginity to him.

It feels surreal to have you in his home, happily shoving small forkfuls of chicken and corn tortilla into your mouth, making small noises of happiness as you swallow. His heart almost bursts when you compliment his cooking, which wasn’t as bad as he’d told you it would be. He smiles at that, and thanks you.

He’s so god damn enamored with you, and he doesn’t even know what he would do without you at this point. It finally feels like he has a purpose, someone to come home to. Before, his apartment was just four walls and a roof. The liveliness and warmth you just brought into his apartment… It stirred something inside of him.

Something that had to do with marriage, children, growing old together. In all his 39 long years, he never wanted to have children. And yet with you in front of him, he sees the future he’s sure everyone else sees when they meet their soulmate. When they meet the person, they want to spend the rest of their days with.

In that moment, he wants to see you in nothing more than a baby bump. He longs to hear the soft pattering of tiny feet against the floor, hell, he doesn’t even dread the sound of cries from the mouth of children, which he’s always despised.  

It sounds rushed, and to be honest, maybe it is. But he sees himself spending the rest of his days with you. Coming home to each other after long, tiring days, laughing over dinner, and simply enjoying each other’s company to the fullest. He forgets to eat while he looks at you, his mind somewhere completely different.

“Javi?” your voice is soft as it breaks his trance, and he finds your eyes, a slight worrisome expression painted on your face. “Are you okay? You haven’t touched your food.” His eyes fall to the enchilada on his plate, and he quickly shoves the fork into it, cutting off a piece and pushing it into his mouth.

“Yeah, sorry…” he says after the first bite. “I was just… thinking.” he breathes as he takes another bite, followed by another. You watch him as he fills his mouth again and again, almost like he’s trying to get through dinner quickly. Or trying to keep himself occupied.

You discretely extend your foot, finding his leg under the table, drawing his gaze back to your face. “Is everything okay?” You ask him and he does nothing else but nod at your question. “You don’t seem okay.” you tell him before you down the rest of your wine, grabbing the bottle and pouring yourself another glass.

He snorts a bit, and you raise your eyebrow at him, not fully understanding the way he’s acting at the moment. You keep your foot moving up and down his leg, trying to do… anything, really, to get him to open his mind to you. He mutters something under his breath, and you tilt your head with a sorry?

Before you can say more, he’s running his fingers through his hair, sighing deeply. “God damn it, hermosa.” He breathes before he stands up, rubbing the back of his neck. You have no idea what’s happening. You have no idea why he’s acting like this. “I can’t do this.” he breathes before he’s picking a cigarette out of the packet, pushing it in between his lips before lighting it.

You feel taken aback by his revelation. Can’t do what? you hesitate, but then you slowly rise from your seat, walking up behind him and laying a hand on his shoulder. “Can’t do what?” You’re almost sure he’s going to push you away, tell you to leave or something like that. You watch as he runs a hand over his face before he turns to you.

“Hermosa…” he breathes, almost choking on the words coming out next. “I can’t help myself around you.” He murmurs, and you’re not sure you hear him correctly. “Jesus…” He takes a deep inhale of the cigarette smoke before he’s exhaling, his eyes finding yours at the same time he grasps your hands in his.

“All I can think about is… everything that could go wrong when I look at you.” You feel your heart pound faster in your chest, and it feels like it’s going to jump out of your mouth if you dare open it. “I see a future with you, and I just know myself well enough to know that I’m going to fuck this up one way or another.” you both swallow past a thick lump in your throats, from the unconventional situation you found yourself in. “I know it’s crazy, trust me, I know it’s fast…”

You feel a breath getting stuck in your lungs at what you think he’s about to say to you. You have no idea what to say if he does - well, you do. But you’re awfully scared he isn’t going to say what you want him to say. Your heart is beating erratically, and you fear you might be passing out.

I love you. It’s all he wants to say, but yet he doesn’t say the words.

“You mean so much to me.” He breathes, and he almost cheers, like he can’t believe his own mind for not betraying him right at that moment. You blink a few times, truly delighted that he hadn’t slipped the three words that every person either dreaded or loved. “I know it’s soon, I’m so-” He’s stopped in his tracks by your lips attaching themselves to his, and he finds his hands gripping your hips, pulling you close to him.

“It’s alright.” you breathe against his lips, not sure why. “I like you, Javi. I really do.” You know you feel deep emotions for him, unexplainable emotions, but you had no idea if it was love yet. You had no idea what it felt to love someone. Maybe it was what you were feeling right at this moment - nervousness and euphoria from just being around him.

It was kind of funny - you’d just met the man, and you realized then, you were helplessly in love with him. You didn’t want to be apart from him for more than a few minutes, and even though you had to, you hated every minute alone. You feel his hands drag up the length of your spine, pulling you into his body before he’s kissing you again. You knew he must’ve been taken aback with your reciprocation of his feelings, but you didn’t care. You knew how you felt about him, and you were gonna let him know.

Your hands find their way through his hair, pulling him close as his hands travel down to the globes of your ass, lifting you by your hips to walk you through his apartment and into his bedroom. The rest of the dinner wasn’t going to run away. You giggle as you both fall onto his bed, with him on top of you, his lips kissing yours intensely.

“Mm, Javi, the candles.” You giggle against his lips and he curses a bit when he picks himself off you, quickly running out to the table to blow them out before he’s pouncing on you like a hungry animal. His mouth slants over yours, the weight of his body resting heavily on top of you. His hips are warm in between your legs, and you’re loving the feeling of him in between them. His hands come down to ease your dress over your hips, letting it pool on your stomach and around your hips.

Your breathing is languid, deep puffs of breath spilling from your lips at the breathlessness from the intense kiss you’d just shared, and what you hoped would happen in continuation of that. His fingers are gentle against the skin of your hips as he slowly plays with the band of your panties, silently begging for the material to disappear.

You push him off you, climbing off the bed before you turn to him, watching his face as it changes from disappointed to surprise, the hem of your dress falling back to rest over your knees. Your hands find their way to your back, slowly pulling the zipper down before you pull your arms out of the sleeves, collecting the material in your hands before you let it drop to the floor around your feet.

You watch as he visibly sucks in a breath at your attire, the beautiful navy lace adorning your breasts and hips speaking to him in the most sensual language. You slowly take a step back to the bed, leaning down to press another kiss against his lips when he pulls you back to your initial position, rapidly getting back on his knees in between your spread legs. 

“Dios mío…” he breathes, and you tug your lip in between your teeth before you giggle. “This all for me?” he says lowly, the arousal coursing through his veins, thickening the sound of his voice. You nod, desperate for him to put his hands, his mouth… anything on you.

His fingers slowly find both your calves, coarse fingertips running over the smoothness of your skin all the way up to the bend of your knee. He lifts one of your legs, bringing his lips to your skin before peppering sweet kisses onto your calf, the inside of your knee and down the inside of your thigh as he repositions himself, making you shudder.

You watch as he leans down, his lips finding the soft, delicate skin of your stomach, littering kisses along your hip bones on top of the lace. You whimper when he slowly hooks his fingers into both sides of your panties, slowly dragging them down your hips, baring your most private area to him yet again. You silently wish you meet whatever standards he has.

You whimper as you feel him slide further down on the bed, burying his head in between your legs for the second time within 24 hours. He swiftly connects his mouth to your pussy, his tongue darting out to swiftly press against your clit before he’s licking a broad stripe up the length of your pussy, drawing a deep moan from your lips.

You’re instantly thrown back to what happened yesterday in the office, and you’re secretly wishing for him to exactly what he did yesterday, and possibly even more. His tongue is like heaven as it works against you, the thick muscle swiftly pushing inside of you, before the space it leaves is filled with the thickness of two of his fingers.

You whimper out as you feel the slight expansion inside you, along with a hand tightening on your hip. You know he’s loving the taste of you; from the way he’s letting out groans at every exhale of breaths. Your fingers find their way into his hair, tugging on the chocolate strands to get him closer to you.

You have no idea how much of his fingers are buried inside of you, but at this moment you don’t care. You just want to have his dick inside of you. And soon. You know that you’re more than ready for it, after the moment the two of you had shared in the kitchen.

“Javi… Javi please…” you whimper as he curls his fingers, his tongue flicking over your clit expeditiously, drawing you closer and closer to the edge. His fingers and his tongue are intent on making you cum on them, and you feel yourself slowly losing yourself within the pleasure.

“Come on baby, cum for me.” the whisper leaving his lips is low, so low you barely hear it, but the pure vibrations against your clit before he reattaches his lips to the bundle of nerves, sucking the nub deftly into his mouth has you coming at an instant.

You whine as his fingers continue their expert assault on your inner walls, curling them skillfully inside of you, drawing your orgasm longer and longer. You tighten your fingers in his hair, pulling on the strands as you feel the over sensitiveness overcoming you, making every touch of his tickle.

He feels you jerk against him at his actions and swiftly comes to a stop, sitting back on his knees to take in your disheveled state. Your cheeks are flushed over, your eyes blown wide with lust and your mouth hanging open slightly. Your fingers have found their way to your breasts, your palms resting gently against the soft curve of them.

He has no words. He’s never seen something so ethereal in his life - and he’d seen a lot. He found himself swallowing past a lump in his throat as he slowly undoes his pants, getting off the bed to push them down his legs. His boxer briefs follow shortly after, and he watches as you suck in a breath, watching him undress in front of you.

“Are you sure about this?” He speaks as he climbs back on the bed, yet again kneeling in between your legs. He watches you as you nod, your cheeks growing impossibly redder. The hand that hadn’t been buried within you finds your cheek, softly caressing the apple of it. “Words, hermosa. I want to hear you say it.”

“Yes, Javi, I’m sure about it.” you whisper, lost in the feeling of his fingers against your cheek. You feel as they travel over your lips, down your chin and follow the column of your throat, all the way down to your sternum. Both his hands slide behind you as you arch your back, giving him just enough space to unclasp the bra behind your back, and pulling it off your arms swiftly. “Please.”

As you scoot further back on the bed, your eyes are trained on him as he crawls up the length of the bed, in between your legs before he’s kissing you again, his fingers finding their way back in between your legs, swiping up a good amount of your slick. You moan at the contact, your hands coming up to grasp his upper arms.

“I’m ready, Javi. Make love to me.” you breathe, your chest heaving slightly at the intensity of the situation unfolding. You watch his face as he repositions himself slightly before he’s sliding the warm tip of his cock through your folds. You let out another whimper, anxious about what’s about to happen.

Somehow his hand finds yours and brings it to his mouth, leaving a soft kiss on the back of it to calm you down. Your eyes are locked as he slowly pushed his cock into you, the initial stretch awful, but bearable. You whimper as he sheathes himself further into you, the hand on his cock moving to your hip to draw calming circles against your skin.

Javi is watching your face, contorted in pleasure as he slowly retracts his hips before pushing into you again. You whimper, your hand tightening around his as your eyes scrunch up in pain laced with so much pleasure you feel like you could combust from just this. With the weight of him on top of you and the stretch of him inside you, you feel like you were in heaven.

It felt amazing, and you never wanted to be without the feeling again. You open your eyes slightly, making eye contact with his eyes, his lids hooded over the orbs, shielding them slightly. You lean up, attaching your lips to his, urging him to just… do something other than wait for you to be ready. You were more than ready.

“Tell me if it hurts too much,” he breathes, the arousal evident in his voice, and you know he’s desperately trying to contain himself. You shake your head before you slide yourself down the bed just a little bit when you notice his hips aren’t touching yours yet, wanting him to go deeper. You want him closer. Your mouth falls open as he pushes in ever so slowly, the length of him surprising you as his hips come to rest snugly against yours.

“Oh my god, Javi!” you whimper, the pain completely subsided, turned into sweet, sweet pleasure, as you’re thrown headfirst into an amazing orgasm. You feel your pussy convulsing around him, clenching his length as you dig your nails, still resting on his arm, into his skin. He grunts at the pain you’re causing him, but he doesn’t blame you with what he’s doing to you.

“There’s more where that came from.” and just like that, the Javi that you’d come to know is back. You grin up at him, your body warm and trembling slightly as he pulls you down the length of the bed even further, smiling as you giggle. He feels his heart beating erratically at the sight of you, the sight of your breasts and just… The sight of you laying below him.

He slowly retracts his hips, leaning down to kiss you again, his tongue exploring your mouth as he thrusts into you softly, your pussy feeling every ridge and vein on his cock as he moves slowly. You’re a panting mess by now, whimpering every time his hips come against yours, as his cock touches the deepest parts of you.

You lift your leg to wrap around his hip, your feet resting on his back urging him on as he starts to pick up the pace ever so gently. His lips make their way down your throat, leaving deep kisses around the sensitive flesh there, his mustache tickling your skin lightly, his hips now pressing into you a little harder, with a little bit more force. Your eyes roll back into your skull as somehow your hands connect, his weight pressing the backs of your hands into the mattress, as he intertwines your fingers together.

You moan out at the sinful noise that comes from where you’re connected, the soft squelching sound of his cock embedding itself within your slick pussy making you impossibly wetter. He groans into your neck, unable to keep his restraints - that was just the effect you had on him. He’d finally gotten to give into his desires.

Javi has stopped thrusting, and instead his cock is buried all the way inside you, his hips grind into yours, his pelvis grinding against your clit vigorously, drawing another orgasm from you. Your pussy is tightening around him as your fingers tighten around his, and you come undone, thrown face first right back into a dream you had just before you left for Colombia.

Your vision turns white as you arch your back against him, coming ever so close to his chest, where you can feel his heart thumping against his ribcage. He grunts in your ear as he lets himself go, his cock throbbing inside you as he comes against your clenching walls, goosebumps rising on his skin as he lets your hands go, arms coming around you instead to hold you impossibly closer.

He almost cries out at the pleasure of being so deeply buried within your heat, finally getting a taste of what he’s been craving for the past week. Your pussy is fluttering around him as your rapid, heavy breathing is trying to calm you, from not two, but three orgasms he’s given you within the past 20 minutes.

Your hands come up and bury themselves in his hair, as his lips finally find yours again, both your mouths hanging open as you leave open-mouthed kisses against each other's lips. Javi grunts again as he pulls out of you slowly. He lets himself fall onto the bed beside you, his arms pulling you tightly against his body as he places kisses into your hair and onto the forehead.

You grin up at him, completely sated from what just happened. You let out a giggle at the feel of his lips tracing the length from your forehead, down your nose before he kisses your lips, his hands holding onto you like you were going to disappear if he let go. He never wanted to let go again.

The minutes that follow are spent in silence. It’s a good kind of silence though, and nothing like the awkward silence that sometimes had been in between them. You’re wrapped up in Javi’s arms and his sheets, deeply inhaling the distinct scent of him which you have come to adore. You bury your nose further into his neck, feeling the way he tenses against you slightly.

“…smells so good.” You whisper before he feels you relax against him, your arm laying around his middle and over his arm going slightly slack. He absolutely loves the way your breathing feels against his neck, and he closes his eyes, savoring the moment. He knows you’ve fallen asleep – he can tell from the way your breathing got increasingly deeper.

He turns his head the other way, casting a look out of his window at the stars. He absolutely loves the calmness you’ve brought into his life. Your skin is always so soft against his, yet your thoughts are wild and impulsive, but that’s exactly what he fell in love with. At this point, it feels as if he’s holding the entire universe in his arms.

The few moments of deliberation felt so long and drawn out as they did when he felt his eyes close slightly, his thoughts coming to an end. He hadn’t, in his whole life, been exposed to such weakness. He wasn’t going to complain, though – he was simply going to give himself away to the woman in his arms and the exhaustion creeping up on him.

For once in his life, he fell asleep with a smile on his face.

･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･

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[kiyomari]

Flours For His Princess

Chat Noir turns into a cat!

No akumas or enemies, just Adrien figuring out suddenly being a cat and bakery hijinks.

Plagg, Claws Out!

Well, he definitely hadn’t expected this.

Instead of his usual transformation light, he heard -no, felt- a dull pufft and noticed a marked change in his perspective. He peered about, trying to assess the situation or identify any possible threats.

This was strange. No evil laughter or screaming coming from the streets, and he didn’t seem to have left his room or been magically captured? Yet something felt… quite off. For one, everything in his room seemed much bigger. Perhaps it was an akuma that could change sizes from a distance?

Anyways, he needed to get up to the windows to get a better idea of what was going on outside. He padded over towards the windowed wall and tried to jump up to the ledge from his new diminutive position. Oh wow!

Apparently, his size wasn’t the only change- that was a way more powerful jump than he expected without his staff! Oof. Yeah, that was a definite faceplant into the window. Luckily, he seemed to have some padding for the collision, but also parts of his face felt extra sensitive. He rubbed at his whiskers, offended.

…Wait.

Oh no, oh no. He curled in on himself, paws covering his face, afraid to look. Deep breaths Adrien. You are Paris’ hero Chat Noir and they probably need you right now. Ok, let’s open our eyes, and- yup. Those were little black paws, and oh- of course, a tail twitching with irritation. (No, don’t get distracted by those adorable toe beans! They might be cute, but not enough to outweigh the panic setting in.)

As his mind dropped him into a downward spiral of fear and confusion, a small light of hope pulled him out.

Of course! Marinette could help him! She always knew just what to do. A soft smile played below his whiskers.

Ok. Goals he could do - he’d been meeting unrealistic expectations his whole life. The first step was to get out of his room. Thankfully, his father always installed the latest tech. If he could just find the remote, it would be kitten’s play to get the windows open!

Two and a half window sills of cat-robatics later and he was standing over the remote. It may have been slightly more awkward with paws than he anticipated, but the buttons were big enough that he had the window open shortly.

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The journey was easy, natural. That’s the word that came to mind as he bounded over rooftops. Still, with his short legs, it was nearing sundown by the time he arrived.

He could see through the large display windows that Marinette was currently ringing up her last customers.

Purrfect. He could slip in the back door unnoticed, and then catch her when she was alone. Trying to communicate that his cat self was actually Chat Noir was going to be complicated, even without other people in the mix.

Dropping like a shadow from the rooftop across the street, weaving nimbly between the traffic- Oh yeah. He was totally stealth personified. A smug kitty smirk marked his furred face.

Marinette’s parents stepped out the back door, arm in arm. He darted through the impossibly tiny gap before it closed, thoughts flitting briefly to how Marinette must be helping with the store to let them go on a date night.

How just like her. Hopefully she has room in her schedule to help one more kitten today…

The small cat’s perspective of the kitchen still spoke to the warm and loving family running it. Small touches like Marinette’s signature logo on a handmade apron and oven mitts, the lack of dust -even from his new view below the counters- speaking to Sabine’s dedication, and that heavenly aroma- no doubt Tom’s experiment was going to be a huge hit on the new menu!

Although the oven was now off, there was a tantalizing radius of warmth in front of the large appliance. A shiver of pleasure visibly moved from his shoulders down to his tail. Ah, I could get used to sleeping like this, he thought as he circled once, twice and began to lay his head upon his paws…

NO!! I shall not succumb to the demon warmth!

With a slight hiss, he scrambled up and away from that lovely spot, already missing the blanket-like embrace.

Where was far enough? Somewhere Marinette would be sure to see him, but nowhere near the heavenly oven?

His sight landed upon a human eye-level shelf. Course decided, he took a few steps back and bounded onto the island counter. Landing gracefully, he turned to eye the intended shelf. Shoulders lowered, butt wiggling, eyes narrowed to focused slits- He leaped and soared across the kitchen!

Things had been going so well the whole journey, and his confidence was through the roof right now. Unfortunately, this particular jump was much like that first in his room - too much power, too little landing space.

He collided claws first with a partially filled sack of flour.

Floundering for purchase on the shelf, he instead twisted the fabric until his claws were stuck, with the rest of the momentum launching both cat and flour past the shelf.

Turning in the air, trying to free his claws- Almost had it… There!

His heart dropped as he saw that ‘releasing his claws’ had actually been ‘ripping the sack open.’

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Marinette waved off Nadia and Manon as they left, arms full of pastries. She locked the door and stretched her arms high above her head. She huffed, hands on hips. Time to clean up the kitchen, and then the storefront.

She pushed back the swinging door, lifting her gaze to meet startled green eyes amidst a field of white.

Both parties seemed equally surprised as they locked gazes. Marinette halfway through the door, cat lying on its back, paws in the air - utterly covered in flour.

Mreow?

The confused noise was followed by some kitten sneezes and little flour clouds. Tired as she was, Marinette couldn’t help the chuckles bubbling up her throat as the white lump attempted to right itself, spreading flour around in the process.

“Chaton Blanc, what trouble you’ve made!” She managed between giggles.

Gently stepping between flour drifts she picked up the little mischief maker and folded him into her apron to prevent the mess from spreading further.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, Mon Minou.”

Holding the currently-white cat close, Marinette starts up toward her apartment. The disaster in the kitchen can wait.            🐾

[fbfh]

thankful for my (found) family - demisquad + reader thanksgiving special

2.4k

platonic everyone + reader, implied future/potential leo x reader if you look real close, thalia has a girlfriend that I had to make up bc they never mention hunters of artemis but go off rick, calypso is not included bc she acts more like an antagonist imo, gif doesn’t have anything to do with it besides nostalgia lmao

happy thanksgiving <33

You and Leo are cooking in the kitchen 

You have been all day

The doorbell rings, and Annabeth goes to answer, binder full of travel plans in hand

“That should be-”

Clarisse enters with a loud greeting and a hug to everyone in arms reach

Percy’s loud cheers echo from the living room as he calls out the new score of the football game he’s keeping everyone updated on

She drops her bag, hopping over the back of the couch to watch with Percy

“Woah woah, catch me up Jackson! What'd I miss?”

Hazel is helping Rachel make cute diy table settings and party favors 

Rachel, as with most art projects she takes on, is very focused on making it Martha Stewart levels of cute and amazing 

Frank and Piper are keeping everyone updated on the parade 

Frank pops down the stairs, calling out, “The last performance just ended, the dog show starts in 5!”

Hazel drops what she's doing and exclaims, “THERE’S A DOG SHOW?!” 

She runs upstairs to watch with Frank, her yellow dress swishing behind her

You chuckle, calling over to Annabeth as you mix batter in a bowl, " Hey Annabeth, how are the travel plans looking?"

She shuffles through some papers in her binder

"Magnus and Alex had another layover, but they should still be able to make it in time. Thalia and her hunter friend will be here in 10, and Travis's flight got delayed because of a sudden snow storm."

"Really?" You reply, "This time of year? That's pretty ironic for a son of Hermes..."

"I know, I'm looking at some shuttle services to see if that would be faster…" Annabeth replies

Nico enters, stealing a couple appetizers, "This is so stupid, I could just go get him."

Will, right behind him, eats the appetizer Nico hands him and replies, "No you can't. Doctors orders."

Nico starts to protest 

Will shoots him a look 

"Boyfriend's orders."

Nico tries in vain to stare him down,  "… Va’ a farti fottere." he says, cracking a smile

"Love you too," Will counters 

You and Leo shoo them out of the kitchen before they steal more of your recipes

Jason and Grover walk by with a bunch of pillows and blankets, setting up guest rooms. 

Grover calls through the pile of fluff he's carrying, "Hey, we're gonna need a few more pillows-"

Jason, over his pile of bedding, corrects, "A lot more!" And Annabeth runs over to help carry some of the blankets he's about to drop

"-A lot more pillows…"

You grab your keys

"okay uh… Grover, do you want to head to the store to get some more pillows-"

Leo, vigorously sautéing something adds over his shoulder, "And basil! And, uh… red wine vinegar, olive oil, and potatoes."

You rip a piece of paper off the notepad on the fridge and scribble a quick list 

You're probably going to need some more ice, too 

Tyson, very distressed, holds up an empty container of mellowcream pumpkins, declaring, "THERE'S NO MORE BABY PUMPKINS!" :(

you loudly add candy pumpkins to the list

Rachel approaches. 

"Are you going to the store?"

"Yeah," you reply, "how's crafting going? You need anything? "

"We're almost out of glitter and mod podge. It's not looking good. We could use some more fake leaves, warm toned glitter, and rhinestones - the nice ones."

Grover looks slightly lost 

You narrate as you add to the list, "Fancy rhinestones, mod podge, fake leaves, red, yellow, orange, and brown glitter…"

Tyson, still distressed, yells, "AND BABY PUMPKINS!"

:(

You hold up the paper, "Already on the list, bud, Grover's gonna get them!"

"What if he gets the wrong kind?" Tyson asks 

You, turn to Grover quietly, "Grover, can you take Tyson?"

Grover nods

"Hey Tyson, Grover has a lot of stuff to get, could you go be his shopping buddy? That way you can pick out the right baby pumpkins."

He doesn't look convinced

He wants to keep working on a secret project he’s been doing out by the garage

"And…" you add, sweetening the deal, "you can get two candies for the way home."

He agrees

You turn to Grover; "I'll call you guys an uber-"

"I'll drive."

You all turn around, shocked to see Reyna awake. 

You thought she was still passed out 

She showed up at 9am and immediately fell asleep from traveling all night 

"Reyna, hi! Are you sure-"

"We'll be fine, I need to stretch my legs a little." She proves by rolling her shoulders

"Okay, as long as you're sure," you hand her the paper, re-entering the kitchen

She takes the paper from your hand as you shut off the beeping timer and grab a pair of oven mitts from the drawer

Reyna examines the paper, "...This is a weird list. Where are we supposed to get all this?"

Leo moves to the side as you pull out the rolls from the oven, using tongs to set them on a wire cooling rack, "Maybe target?"

Leo, still very focused on cooking, announces, "If you get me generic brand spices I will burn this place to the ground."

"O-kay," you turn back to Reyna, laughing, "there's a Wegmans and a Joanne's right next to the TJ Maxx, you can probably find everything there."

"We'll be back within the hour." She states, taking your keys. 

Rachel meets her at the door. "Here, use my card. Also, make sure you get the flat backed swarovski crystals. And please pick some glitter with a nice color shift!"

You remind them to call or text with any questions and be safe

Heading back into the kitchen, you fill up a big bowl with carrots, celery, cucumbers, and mushrooms

You grab two cutting boards, knives, peelers, and a plastic bag for the peels, tips, and tails

You set it all down on the coffee table in front Percy and Clarisse

“Can you guys get the relish tray started?” 

They agree, and immediately return to yelling at the referee

You shake your head laughing, and head back to the kitchen

“How we looking, Sparky?”

“Stuffing cups just went up in the oven, pie crust dough is chilling, and the green beans are almost done sauteeing. Rolls are cooling - could you stir the cranberry sauce? - and… the turkey is going up as soon as the stuffing is out.”

You stir the sauce as you continue talking

“Great! We’re making good time so far. Oh, I found a recipe for brown sugar pie, which Frank requested - apparently it’s a Canadian Thanksgiving thing - so I figured if you’re doing turkey I can handle the pies.” 

He pours some cooking wine into the pan, and shakes it as the alcohol burns off

“Sounds like a plan, babycakes.” 

You laugh at the nickname, and grab butter, salt, some herbs, and a stick blender to finish the potatoes

A few minutes later, you hear the door open 

Reyna and the boys are back already? That was quick

You wonder if they need help bringing groceries in

“Eeeey get over here you knucklehead!” 

Bags drop, and you hear Jason laughing in protest

You poke your head out of the kitchen, and see Thalia with Jason in a headlock

In spite of the fact that he’s about half a foot taller than her, she’s still noogie-ing him, pretending she can’t hear him objecting through his laughs

She finally lets him go, greeting everyone as he adjusts his glasses

She bear hugs Annabeth, punches Percy in the arm, and high fives and hugs pretty much everyone else

You run up the stairs to the guest room Grover was setting up before he left

You finish making the bed head back down, meeting Frank and Hazel on the way 

"Oh, Hazel, what did you think of the dog show?"

"It blew my wig!" She says giddily 

A confused smile settles on your face

"It was awesome and she loved it," Frank translates smoothly

He and Will are understandably best at deciphering 40s slang

Thalia is introducing everyone to Amber, a girl she’d met on the hunt and become really close with

You greet her, and turn to Thalia

“Your room is all set up if you wanna get settled in,” you turn to Amber, “and yours will be ready soon,” 

They share a look

“Oh,” Thalia starts grabbing their bags, “that’s fine, we can share a room. We share a tent on the hunt all the time, right Ambie?”

"Oh,”

And then it clicks

“yeah, however you’re comfortable.”

You grab one of the bags, and help them upstairs

“Why don’t you guys take a while to settle in, I’ll tell the others you’re resting.”

They thank you, and you start to leave

“By the way,” you poke your head back in, “you two seem really cute together. Welcome to the family, Amber.” 

She blushes and Thalia gives you an appreciative look

You nod and head back down

You let the others know they’re going to nap for a little while, and not to wake them up

“Hey, any travel updates?” You ask Annabeth, on your way back into the kitchen

“Alex just texted, she and Magnus are finally on their way, should be here in the next few hours. As for Travis…” 

She holds out her phone, showing you Travis’s tiktok

He’s filming the mirror in the airport bathroom

“So uh, my flight’s delayed, I’m bored, I’m gonna fuck with some people,” he holds out a hand full of stickers that look like outlets

He records himself putting them around the airport, then gets people’s reactions when they try to use them

He ends the video asking for more prank ideas

You look back up at Annabeth, holding back a laugh, “Seems like he’s doing okay,” 

“Oh,” she replies, “that’s not all.”

She scrolls up, showing the next prank video where Travis goes around the airport having fake phone conversations to get people’s reactions

Conversation topics including ‘I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but slept with your grandma’, ‘hey bro I can’t come to the party, also turns out I’m going to be your stepdad’, ‘hey dude remember that old lady we used to cat sit for? Well, I found out I got chlamydia from her, so…’, and ‘yeah man, I’m so excited for the poetry slam. Also, it turns out my jazz fever is actually syphilis.’. 

Your hand flies over your mouth, trying not to laugh loudly enough to wake Thalia and Amber

“Yeah,” Annabeth says, fighting her own laughter, “he’s doing okay.”

You start putting together ingredients for pie filling

“That is the most in character thing I could have imagined,” you laugh, and Annabeth shows Leo the videos

“There’s a bunch more, too,” she adds, “Around making tiktoks, he found a bus heading this way. He’ll be here in a few hours.” 

“Cutting it close,” you muse, filling pies, “I’m glad he’s not stuck at the airport though. How about Connor?” 

“Haven’t heard much from him, but he said he'll be here in time for dinner."

A little while later, Thalia and Amber re enter, joining Percy and Clarisse in the living room 

The door opens shortly after, and Tyson enters, arms full of containers of candy pumpkins 

Reyna and Grover are right behind him

You take Grover's bags, announcing that Thalia got here a little while ago

He bleats excitedly and runs to hug her, Reyna right on his heels

Piper and Tyson bring in the rest of the groceries

Tyson sets down the last bags in the kitchen, looks out the window, yells, "IT'S ALMOST SUNSET!", and runs back out into the back yard, presumably to finish his mystery project 

Everyone eventually makes their way to the living room, nibbling on appetizers and watching classic Thanksgiving specials 

The food is almost done, all that's left is decorating the pies and a little tidying up 

You walk over to Leo, placing your hand on his shoulder 

He looks up at you

"Why don't you go take a quick shower and change before dinner," you muse, knowing the hoodie and jeans he's been cooking in all day isn't the outfit he'd picked out, "I'll wrap things up in here,"

He thanks you, dramatically presses a kiss to your forehead, and exits the kitchen 

You decorate the pies distractedly, catching the doorbell right before the second ring 

You smile at the people about to enter

"Annabeth," you call, "Magnus and Alex are here!" 

She drops what she's doing, and runs over to greet them 

Leo is back down stairs a short while later 

His brick red hoodie replaced with a burgundy one - his fancy hoodie as he calls it - a heavy flannel layered on top, and a beanie pulled over his almost dry hair

His pyrokinesis makes you forget how cold he gets sometimes 

You're about to go upstairs to change out of your cooking clothes when Tyson enters dramatically 

"The surprise is done!"

Everyone files outside to see what Tyson made as he leads you all out to the garage 

Perfectly attached to the side, is a very small horse stable 

"Wow!" Percy starts, "Great job, dude!"

Tyson is beaming as he's showered with confused praise 

"So uh," Percy ventures, "what did you build it for?"

"Maybe something like this?!" Descending voices declare in unicen 

Travis and Connor land in front of you on no other than Blackjack

Everyone erupts into cheers

“I thought you were stuck at the airport! What about those tiktoks?”

“Saved in my drafts, baby!” Travis laughs

Percy greets Blackjack and everyone else heads back inside with Travis and Connor 

You run upstairs to shower quickly and change, and are back downstairs just in time for appetizers and drinks 

You're about to take a sip of coffee when the door opens 

An irregular set of footsteps echoes into the room, along with a familiar voice 

"Ah, children, I hope there's room for one more," 

Everyone turns in surprise as Chiron enters the room 

After lots of warm excited greetings and making sure he has a warm cup of tea, he settles in to chat for a while

"I was on my way to meet with my more, ah, rambunctious cousins, but I couldn't let a day like today pass without stopping by."

After two cups of tea and lovely conversations, Chiron heads out to meet up with the other party ponies 

Thalia, Percy, and Will get all the food on the dining room table while Rachel makes the finishing touches to the centerpieces 

Everyone finds their seat, and you make the first toast

"I think I can speak for everyone when I say I'm thankful for you guys - my found family."

Every glass is raised

You can all drink to that.