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dirtysvthoughts · 2 months

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strawberry icing on your lips 🍓 - svthub valentine’s day collab

tags/warnings: fluff for the first half, smut for the second half, a bit of pwp, boyfriend! shua, female! reader, baking at home, lots of kissing, fingering, nana tour inspired, shua’s kinda a flirt in this one heh

word count: 1.45k

notes: hey besties! happy love day and i’m beyond excited to share my first svthub collab work! this valentine’s day collab was hosted by the amazing @wongyuseokie thank you supporting us! 🥰 please check out the other author’s works as well! :) this is my next biggest work for shua after private dancer, so i hope you all enjoy! to my lovely valentine @gyuhanniescarat i hope you enjoy reading and i love you have a safe and beautiful valentine’s day & carat day! 🥰

“okay, flour, eggs, milk.. what else are missing?” you ask observing the ingredients in front of you, moving them around to make sure nothing was hidden.

“are the strawberries on the table? oh man, we almost forgot the butter too!” your boyfriend remembers walking to the fridge, reaching for the said items.

you and your boyfriend joshua have been together for three years and the two valentine’s days you’ve spent together have been nothing short of wonderful. for the past two years, you’ve gone out on valentine’s day, but after he came back from a recent europe trip, both of you decided to stay at home this year. you wanted to give him some time to relax and get readjusted to being back at home.

in recounting his europe adventures, he told the story of the time he took a cooking class in rome. he made four different pastas from scratch, all with delicious sauces and wine pairings. hearing joshua tell you of his experience with the excitement and joy made your heart swell, which led you to an idea.

“hey josh, instead of going out this year, why don’t we make our own dinner at home? it sounds like a lot of fun from what you just told me. ooh! we could even bake something too! i’ve been looking at a ton of new recipes lately!”

your boyfriend sweetly laughs at your enthusiasm and kisses your forehead, “let’s do it then! we’ll have a nice candlelit dinner at home this year.”

back in the present, you two have finally gathered all the ingredients to get started with your dessert course - vanilla cookies with a strawberry cream icing. since dinner wouldn’t take as long to make, you decided to get the dessert portion out of the way first.

“hmm let’s see, i’ll work on the flour mixture first, do you wanna work on the icing?” you ask joshua, setting the stainless steel bowls out on the counter. “sure! can you pass me the heavy cream and sugar?”

soon, a comfortable silence surrounds the kitchen, the two of you working side by side, mixing and whisking ingredients together. there is one moment where you accidentally reach for the butter at the same time, gently laughing together as joshua rubs your hand, admiring your soft, delicate skin. you can’t help but blush at the feeling of his hand on top of yours.

more time passes and now, you’re working on molding the shape of the cookies together. joshua is just about done with the icing as well, testing the ribbons of cream as it drips off the whisk and back into the bowl.

“babe,” he turns his head toward you, still focused on flattening what is now your sixth cookie. you hum in response, not looking up just yet. “can you taste the icing for me? i think it’s done, but it might be missing something.”

you finish molding your cookie and quickly grab a spoon from your utensil drawer. you scoop a small bit of icing on the edge of the spoon, nearly melting at the sweet taste and smooth texture of the icing dancing across your mouth.

“josh, this tastes so good!” you exclaim happily, scraping a bigger spoonful this time, giddy as ever as you put the spoon to your mouth again, loving how everything combined to make such a delicious icing. “you did amazing baby! it has the right of amount of sweetness and everything!”

this time, joshua can’t help but blush at your continuous flow of praise, but he also couldn’t help but get hot from watching you taste the icing - your cute lips pressing together and the humming you made the second time you taste tested was not helping the rush of blood that went down to his body.

joshua quickly notices that you have a little speck of icing left on your lips, quickly seizing it as an opportunity to give into temptation and get his hands on you.

“hey baby, you have a little something right-“ he drags out the last word as he holds your jaw with his right thumb gently, his soft, gentle lips meeting yours. the kiss takes you by surprise, but you quickly melt into your boyfriend’s touch as you tilt your head to give him more access inside of you. the two of you establish a rhythm for a few moments until you pull away first, slightly breathless and a pleasant, heavenly daze taking over your body.

“there,” joshua finishes, chuckling as he holds you by your waist, lifting you up so you can sit on the edge of the counter. he swipes his left thumb across your lips and licks his own while you watch, the motion sending arousal down your spine.

he doesn’t hesitate to kiss your neck soon after, quietly moaning as his lips nibbled on your body’s sensitive spots. you push your bowl full of cookie dough to the side as joshua’s hands come underneath your tank top, roaming your soft skin.

with ease, he takes off the piece of clothing, lips moving from your neck to the center of your chest. this time joshua becomes bolder, letting his tongue get some action as he licks and sucks on the space between your breasts.

“sh-shua.. shua, o-ohhh,” you moan out louder this time, wanting him to hear how good he’s making you feel. you’re so caught up in the pleasure that he was giving your chest that you don’t even notice his fingertips walking along your thighs, then underneath your skirt - and eventually to your panty line.

before you can even say anything, joshua’s fingers pull the waistband back and let it go, snapping against your waist. you gals and bite your lip in pleasure as your body goes slightly forward and joshua smirks in return. his fingers continue to tease at your panties, the pink lace nearly making him form heart eyes in front of you.

“you’re so pretty for me,” he breathes out, dragging your panties to the side with two fingers. “always, so, so pretty,” he repeats as he slowly inserts another two fingers inside of your core, chuckling at how wet you already are.

“coating my fingers and i haven’t even started with you yet,” he scoffs. “just a needy little girl, aren’t you?”

“only for you,” you whine back with doe eyes. “only you make me this wet.”

“good to know,” he smiles as he starts pushing his fingers in and out at a steady pace, your whines becoming more breathy and high pitched. “mmmm, more, shua - please, more…” you request, eyes starting to glisten like diamonds.

“i’ve thought about this before.. taking you down in the kitchen, especially while i was away taking those cooking classes.. just even imagining you pressing up against me while prepping the ingredients was enough to get me hard,” joshua confesses. “seeing you get so excited over the icing, i couldn’t help my myself baby,” he softly smiles as he holds you by your chin again and kisses you, this time, his fingers making a circular motion inside of you.

whatever noises you release now are deep inside of his mouth, craving for more of him as you entwine your tongue with his once again. you feel the pressure in your body start to build, knowing that you were going to come soon.

joshua then begins a scissoring motion in your pussy, the highest pitched noises you didn’t even know you could make were pouring out of your mouth like a river. you were practically panting joshua’s name out now, begging for him to make you come, promising you will come like a good girl.

after one particularly good thrust, you release all over his fingers, coating them in your deliciousness. you pant into his chest, leaning forward as you take in his scent again, trying to regain your breath, but not wanting to come down from the amazing high.

“i don’t know what tastes better, you or the icing,” joshua teases when you sit up, looking into his eyes.

“you flatter me,” you playfully roll your eyes as you hold his hand, turning around to take a look at the clock. “well, we still have some time left before we actually start cooking the main course.. did you wanna-“

before you can even finish your sentence, he hoists you up again, and laugh, legs immediately wrapping around his waist as he walks you to the bedroom.

“i haven’t even done half the things i wanted to do with you yet this valentine’s day.. c’mon my pretty girl,” joshua swoons, moving your hair from your eyes. “dinner can wait just a bit longer.”

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rookthorne · 1 year

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𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 | 𝐉.𝐁.𝐁

Pairing ➷ Baker!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader Word Count ➷ 965 Warnings ➷ Fluff, pet names Author's Note ➷ My third and final submission for @the-slumberparty's week 2 creator challenge - and it is also my late contribution to Valentine's Day... so happy Valentine's Day to y'all!

Slumberparty Masterlist

𝑪𝑶𝑶𝑲𝑰𝑬 𝑻𝑰𝑵 : ̗̀➛ a sweet biscuit having a fairly soft, chewy texture and typically containing pieces of chocolate or fruit.

There were very few plans you had come up in your life with that rivalled the sheer brilliance of what you decided to do - ‘twas the belated day for it, anyway.

Time had slipped through your fingers, so much so you hadn’t realised Valentines Day had already passed by with not even as little as a notice, nor a message. It was the curse of working so hard; late nights, early mornings, so on and so forth.

Your morning commute didn’t differ in its crowds - people bustling back and forth, rushing to get to their 9 to 5 jobs, or rushing to get to class on time. Though, you did not mind, your thoughts were too occupied on whether you truly were going to pull off such a brazen idea.

It wasn’t reckless per se, but it was out of your norm. A bakery on your usual route to work had signs out, declaring their cookies and treats to be the best in Brooklyn. You didn’t disagree whatsoever, but it wasn’t thoughts of the baked goods that your mind was clouded with, no–it was the baker that occupied the counter. His smile was beautiful, bright enough to light up even the dreariest days, and you couldn’t help but be pulled under the swell of his ocean blue eyes.

Subconsciously, or instinctually, you found yourself before the very doors to that bakery with no recollection how you had got there, though you weren’t sour for the thought. You could see him talking with customers, bagging up fresh loaves of bread and slices of cakes with that same damn smile that enchanted you.

The door opened with a whoosh and a tinkling of the bell, and you were inside.

“Have a nice day, ma’am,” he said, his voice smooth. The woman smiled and waved, leaving the bakery with bags and bags of sweet treats.

Another customer stepped forward to be served and you browsed the selection, a little overwhelmed; chocolate this and chocolate that, strawberry this and strawberry that, it was a wonder there were so many ways to use the same flavour in entirely new ways. You were no connoisseur, but you knew baking was an art.

“Hey,” he called. “Whatcha after today?”

You turned and smiled brightly, trying to will your heart to slow the tattoo it beat against your ribs. “I’m not sure actually,” you offered, sheepish. “I lost track of time and…” A better idea struck you. “I didn’t have time to get a gift before Valentine's Day, so I have to make up for that.”

The man laughed and rounded the counter. “Alright, now that is something I can help with. My name is Bucky, by the way.” You offered yours, and Bucky smiled. “What does your partner like?”

“I want to surprise them, see, they don’t have a favourite–I just know that they love your sweets.” It was a wonder you kept a straight face at the admission, your plan depended on it, and the delighted smile on Bucky’s lips almost broke your facade.

“The choc chip is by far the most popular, and not to be biassed–one of my favourites.” Bucky directed you towards the clear glass jars where a label was connected with twine, neat script defined ‘chocolate chip’. “And then there’s these,” Bucky continued, pointing towards a cream coloured biscuit with a heart shaped indent, filled to the brim with jam. “They are a safe, but still loved, classic for Valentine’s; even if it is belated.”

“Do you like them?” You asked, peering closer at the dusted sugar and how it sparkled under the soft lighting.

Bucky nodded next to you. “It was my ma’s recipe.”

“Perfect,” you sighed happily. “I’ll take some choc chip ones and these,” you pointed towards the heart biscuits. “Thanks, Bucky.”

“No worries, doll,” Bucky grinned. Oh, the things you would do to see that smile all the time.

A few moments later you met Bucky at the counter to pay, a shy smile on your face when you felt the slight crinkle of paper in your hand. Under the guise of digging through your bag, you wrote your phone number on a loose piece of paper and prayed to whoever would listen that this would work.

Bucky gave you the total with a happy smile and you waved your card. “Here you are,” Bucky said, handing you the bag full of the sweets he had ever so carefully packed. “I hope they like them, be sure to give my thanks for such high praise.”

“I will,” you rushed, grabbing the bag. Bucky turned to the box behind him and fiddled with something, and you took your chance; the slip of paper with your number fell neatly on top of the sealed boxes, its placement obvious and impossible to miss. “Actually, Bucky?”

“Yeah?” Bucky said, turning with a raised brow. “What’s up?”

Taking a deep breath, you offered the bag back to him. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Bucky stared. Shock, bewilderment, and amusement flashed in his pretty eyes as they flicked between you and the offered bag, before finally settling on endearment; a smile and wide eyes softening his features.

“Oh, doll,” Bucky breathed, taking the bag back and brushing his fingers against yours. His gaze flicked into the bag and his eyes grew even wider.

Before he could say anymore, you squeaked and skipped to the door. “Enjoy!”

Not even ten minutes later, your phone chimed as you walked through crowds to get to work. You pulled it free and let out a breath. It was an unknown number and an attachment, though what it contained told you exactly who had messaged.

Thank you for that, sugar. 😘

The attachment, much to your utter delight, was a selfie of Bucky’s bright smile, blue eyes, and he was holding up the piece of paper with your number. You floated on cloud nine for the rest of the day as you worked; giddy, excited, and happy.

↠ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ↞

#bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x female reader #bucky x f!reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes drabble #navy and roo's sleepover #rookthorne’s works #Sugary Sweet

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sillylittleguytm · 3 months

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Nice to be Kneaded

Terzo x gn!reader

Warnings: Very slight suggestiveness at the end (for comedic purposes), the title is a stupid pun

Word Count: 808

Love from Your Papas Day 2: Baking with Terzo

A groan could be heard from just outside the kitchen accompanied by the soft flop of fabric hitting the counter– your white hand towel soiled with egg and flour. You were literally and metaphorically throwing in the towel, exasperated by your extensive baking tasks. Time seems to have flown by, your entire day spent in the kitchen, but the end wasn’t as close as you would like it to be. You curse yourself for making so many commitments. Offering friends and family the gift of baked goods seemed like a good idea at the time, but now it was overwhelming.

“Now, what did that mixer do to you, tesoro?” The voice snaps you out of your rage induced stare-off with the standing mixer in front of you. You laugh weakly thinking about how crazy you probably looked. You turn your head to look at your beloved Terzo. His presence could almost distract you from your distress. Almost.

“It's too much, Terzo. I thought I could handle this but it's just so overwhelming and-” Just as frustrated tears form in your eyes, Terzo steps forward and places his hands on your shoulders. He looks deeply and lovingly into your eyes.

“Breathe, alright? It's baking, it's a hobby. Don't stress yourself out over it. It's supposed to be fun.” Terzo says softly, attempting to lift your spirits. You bite your trembling bottom lip and close your eyes, taking a deep breath. His hands soothingly rub your shoulders as you take a moment to collect yourself. He's right, you shouldn't be so stressed over what's supposed to be a source of joy for you.

“I know. I just made too many promises and I don't know how to keep them without overextending myself.” You say with a sigh. Terzo offers a sympathetic smile, his hands coming up to brush your hair out of your face.

“Then allow me to help.” Terzo offers. Immediately, you smile and shake your head. Terzo is the worst baker you know. He is an excellent chef and he would often cook nice, special meals for the both of you, but unfortunately, those skills do not translate into baking. He's not one for exact measurements, so his desserts often come out in odd shapes and textures that you weren't aware were even possible to achieve. Those abominations were enough to convince him to leave the baking up to you.

“While I appreciate the offer, I want these cookies to be edible.” You say with a laugh. Terzo returns your amused look. He kisses your cheek before sliding his hands down your arms to hold yours.

“Then I shall be your emotional support.” He offers. You sigh and take a look at the kitchen. Two more types of cookies have to be made, and you think you just might manage with him by your side. You pull him into an embrace– a thank you for always being there. Terzo hums in appreciation, returning your tight embrace.

Soon after you separate, you head right back to work. Terzo acts as a dutiful assistant, retrieving ingredients, measuring spoons, and managing your dishes so you could finish up even faster. For his own enjoyment, he steals tastes of dough from the bowl and the occasional peck from you. He sure does make the long hours in the kitchen more bearable. You decide to put on music to which he dramatically sings along to, causing you to roll your eyes even though you inwardly love to watch him keep himself entertained.

Eventually, all the dough is done being made. You look over at Terzo, who is divvying out dough into evenly sized balls onto cookie sheets so they could enter the oven. He takes care to be extra precise, fully aware of your level of perfectionism and trying to honor it to the best of his ability. Your heart flutters at his effort. Thankful wouldn't be a strong enough word to describe how you felt towards his efforts. You walk up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist.

“Seriously, thank you so much for your help. I don't think I could have done this without you.” You say softly, placing gentle kisses to his temple.

“It is nothing. You would do the same for me, no?” Terzo says, glancing up towards your face. You laugh and nod.

“If I saw you baking, I would usher you out of the kitchen.” Terzo lets out an exaggerated laugh before a deadpan expression falls over his face, making you laugh even harder. “Since you've been such a good helper, I think you deserve a reward.”

Terzo raises an eyebrow at you, a smirk gracing his lips. “Is that so, amore? You'd like to reward your Papa?”

“Yes, I would. You get to taste-test these cookies.”

#ghost band #the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost #papa emeritus x reader #papa emeritus iii x reader #terzo x reader #papa emeritus iii #papa terzo #terzo emeritus

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elvisalltheway101 · 3 months

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Hey!! I have a request, I was wondering if you could write a Elvis X reader. Where Elvis finds us in the kitchen making breakfast(doing housewife duties) and he's just so glad that he married us and he's all lovey Dovey with us and we're just giggling and carrying on🤭🤭

Definitely take all the time you need!! No pressure :)

•I Want A Love I Can See•

Summary: Just a daily vision that Elvis sees everyday after work, who wouldn’t love marriage life with you?

Author’s note: thank you for your request, hun! (Get it? hun, because like your username…no? Okay, uh yup.) anyway, I hope you enjoy this! I’m slowly gonna get out recent requests, and then get out my little fic bits I wanted out. Like I always say, if you ain’t satisfied with it, tell me and I’ll be happy to write you an another to fit your liking! But let’s read on!

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Shutting the door behind him single-handedly, his eyes travel over his tidy and comfy home. The kid’s lunch boxes stored nicely under their backpacks, with all shoes tucked under the coat hanger that hangs their school jackets.

he hums to himself a soft and proud smile, moving his legs smoothly around the corner and into the kitchen. The aura of such sweet baked goods, and savory meals fills the air and surrounds into his nostrils.

it’s so nice to come home to this, he thinks to himself fluttering his eyes closed. Letting his faith and love walk him. After a graveyard shift, to be welcomed with the home clean, the kids still sleeping just until their alarm clocks ring, and his beautiful wife in the kitchen.

He flickers his eyes open and smiles widely at the sight. His darling baby standing in all her glory, her back turned to him as she busies herself with cooking. The oven is stuffed with a blueberry pie has properly done arrays of dough atop that’s just baking into a toasty, yummy treat.

He takes a moment to stand back, and tuck his hands into his pockets. Watching you so elegantly chop the fresh strawberries you had bought the day before, and he just can’t hold back anymore.

Stomping over behind you, and swiftly hugs you into his long arms. You gasp softly in expected surprise, and giggle sweetly. Your voice and sounds are just music to his ears. You shrug your shoulders slightly and snuggle into his chest, but continue to chop the fruits. Hooking his chin over your shoulder, his cheek grazes then presses against your face, you feel his rough, textured skin.

You hum a tune, your knuckles touch against the cool steel of the knife as you expertly glide the knife, through and into the fruit. The red nectar dripping and seeping out from the berries. Elvis watched in awe, wrapping his arms so close into you, his forearms snugging your body so tightly to his.

There’s a comfortable silence. Your breathing and his, in sync and soft. He peppers soft, moist kisses along your clothes shoulder and up to your delicate, warm neck. He presses his body into you. Not in such a sexual, or intimate way. But in such a loving matter.

“how did I get so lucky?” He whispers against your skin warmly. He sighs among and cradles you to him. You only smile and move your cheek to his. He’s bound to pull a Mr. Adam’s. Worshipping his wife from her pretty damn head, to the earth grounds that her yittle toes walk on.

and that’s exactly what he does.

slowly dropping to his knees, sliding his arms down to hug loosely your thighs as he presses his lips to your soft, but sprinkled with bumps of strawberry skin. He kisses every mole and freckle on your arm til he gets to your wrist, tenderly then pulling your hand away from your duties. To kiss the very skilled and dainty fingers that provide love and care to not only him, but the children you both have brought into this world. To show love you can see.

You smile and raise a brow, multitasking when you glance down at his loving gaze and position on the floor. One hand of yours wipe onto your white apron to clean away any sticky, sweet juices, to then ruffle through his fluffy, dark black hair. Giggling when you see he doesn’t pay you no mind, carrying on his worship as he just mutters sweet praises and compliments.

He goes traveling over to your other arm to show some loving, you use your free arm to display and lay out the cut berries into your readied bowl. You roll your eyes playfully, you can feel his hot breath onto the other side of your neck when he finally rises from his knees. Only whispering soft but genuine thank you so so much, hunny. For everything’s, and I love you so so so much’s. You can get used to this.

and you will.

for the rest of your life. Because this is a kind of love that will never grow old.

never.

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author’s note: hopefully this is what you meant(?!) I hope you enjoyed it! And really, thank you for everything @jhoneybees

#elvis #spotify #elvis presley #elvisaaronpresley #elvis imagine #elvis x y/n #enjoy!#elvis fanfic #Elvis fluff #elvis x reader fluff #elvis x you #elvis x reader #elvis fanfiction

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goodeapple · 8 months

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be nice to your neighbors.

i have a million and two wip's in my Ysilla folder and somehow, i have to add one more.

i am an exhausting person. love y'all lots!

pairing : Aemond x Ysilla (Rhaenyra'sDaughter!OC)

warnings : Aemond is a simp & Ysilla is a plant nerd. Awkward flirting. Fluff. No smut :(

word count : 2,500+

It’s so fucking early. What self-respecting tattoo shop is open at 7AM on a Sunday? On God’s day? Aegon hasn’t stepped foot in a church since he was thirteen which explains the hours, but why the fuck is Aemond here and not him?

Aemond wasn’t exactly planning on going to church today, but maybe if he had the option, his ass would be in a pew next to his mother right now instead of perfecting a sketch for an appointment that isn’t even until next week. His Americano is lukewarm, steam long blown away by the small oscillating fan tucked up on a high shelf. A row of overstuffed books, on everything from Classic Americana design to Valyrian legends he wants to detail on paper, fill up the rest of the ledge. The next one down houses a line of knick knacks he could never force himself to part with- a tiny tacky snowglobe from Harrenhal, his grandfather’s Hand of the King pin from when he was in the courts, 8-tracks from his mum’s rebellious punk phase before she went to college, and at the end, a framed photo of him and his siblings the day they opened the shop. Three identical terrified grins are spread over their faces, nervous anticipation bleeding through the black-and-white snapshot. Little pieces of his life in his little corner of the world, where he gets to do what he loves.

And the most important little worm to him sleeps the day away in her glass vivarium by the door. Vhagar lounges under her UV bulb, baking on a large smooth stone after inhaling her breakfast. His little crocodile without the teeth. The soft garden green bearded dragon with her yellow belly has been his constant companion since he rescued her from a Oldtown pet shop when he was a pre-teen. He hid her under his bed for a full seven months before his mum found her one day when she was searching for missing socks. It was an impressive feat, one even she had to acknowledge after blowing her fucking top.

Aemond darkens the curve of the kraken tentacle he’s sketching, a piece for a client coming all the way from the Iron Isles. The little suction cups still need more depth and he hasn’t even begun to flesh out the texture of the skin yet when the bell hanging above the shop door tinkles, signifying an end to his blissful solitude.

“Hello? Helaena, you here?”

Aemond drops his pencil, shoving off from his desk, grumbling as he goes. There’s still a hint of sleep in his eye and he rubs it away as he walks up the hall to the lobby.

“We don’t take walk-in’s on the weekends and we don’t have any appointments scheduled ‘till 9. So, are you sight-seeing or are you just overly punctual?” He doesn’t mean to sound like a dick, it just comes second nature.

The back of the head that greets him as he blinks open his eye is a pretty one, thick brunette curls pinned up with gold butterfly clips. The girl abandons the magazine she’d been leafing through, turning at the sound of his voice. The wide-eyed look that’s spread over her face emphasizes plum-shaded irises, framed by palm leaf eyes. There’s a pair of beauty marks peppered on the dawn of her cheekbone. A rosy mocha mouth is pouted before it curves up into a charming bend of itself.

“I’m sorry, I'm not here to get any work done. I was just coming in to give something to Helaena.” The woman shimmies the large gift bag held tight in her fist as proof. “I’m a friend.”

Aemond shrugs off his disappointment. “Oh, my bad.” She’d be a gorgeous canvas. The golden brown of her skin would take color like a fucking champ. Black would be even better. Really make the contrast pop. The smooth peak of her shoulders from underneath the oversized cream cardigan she wears is a tantalizing taste of something he wants to indulge in. “She’s not here yet.”

Her expression collapses and Aemond regrets causing such a look to dim her face. “Oh damn, she told me she’d be in at this time.”

Aemond thinks maybe he should call his big sister, considering he hasn’t received her standard “i’ll be there in 10, I PROMISE 10 MINUTES AEMMY!!” text today, when the girl’s face blooms into one of recognition.

“You’re Aemond, right?”

“Uh, yeah- yes, yes I am.” He coughs, straightening up a bit, manners braided into every core memory he possesses. His mom is, in Aegon’s terms, a “tightass”, but damn him if he doesn’t know how to treat a woman.

“I always see you coming in and out of here, and well, you and Hel and Aegon all look alike, so I put two and two together and made four that you’re the missing piece of Three Headed Dragon.” She gestures to the air, implying she’s speaking about the name of the shop. The gold chains layered around her neck, some with pendants and some without, jingle with her movement. Aemond likes the softness of the sound. “And when she came in for a succulent recommendation a few months back, I asked about you and she told me your name, and… yeahhh. I just didn’t want you to think I was some weirdo who’s been waiting for the perfect moment to get you alone.”

“Oh no, I wouldn’t think that.” Aemond looks very serious, even knitting his brows in a thick, no-nonsense line, but he has to bite his lip to keep from snickering, which she notices.

She breathes out a laugh, dipping her head in surrender. She turns to the entrance, and Aemond is worried she might leave. He doesn’t mind her company, which is a miracle considering the hour.

“Hey-”

“Is this your’s?” She points to the hyperrealistic direwolf stencil he’d cranked out last year during an artist’s block that he couldn’t shake for the life of him. The piece is gruesome, wicked lines and keen edges that intimidate even him, and he drew the damn thing.

“Uh, yeah. Good guess.” The black frames adorning the gallery wall are a mixture of his and Aegon’s work, all in varying shades of grays and blacks. His brother’s signature new school style is easily distinguishable to Aemond, but he admits some of their earlier sketches are more uniform than not.

“You do beautiful work.”

Aemond’s eyebrows raise and he lets the compliment warm him.

“I appreciate that. Many wouldn’t call that beautiful, but I think it has a certain magnetism to it.” He looks the woman over, using the excuse of actually searching for ink so that he can appreciate her willowy arms and the peek of shapely legs through the dash in her skirt. “Do you have any?” Aemond gestures to the wall, before gesturing to her. She shakes her head no, freeing an errant curl that falls over her forehead. Aemond picks at his joggers to keep his fingers from doing something stupid.

“Oh no. I’m not the biggest fan of needles. Self-admittedly, I can also be a bit of a flake, so permanent artwork on my body kind of gives me hives.” She shivers and Aemond thinks her modesty is adorable.

“That’s a shame.”

Mystery woman snaps her fingers, spinning on her toes to pin him with a look, and Aemond basks in the scent of jasmine and sea salt that wafts his way.

“If I change my mind, I know who to go to.” She blinks suddenly, her pointed hand gliding behind her to rub at the back of neck in a bashful way. “That is, if you’d ever want to. Or, if you’re like, accepting clients.”

“For you? I think I could make an exception.” Aemond leans into the counter, settling to her level. The way the flush of her cheeks drips into the creamy sweep of her chest makes him hungry. She drops her hand, edging forward on timid toes.

“Well, aren’t you sweet.”

He doesn’t really know how to reply to that. He can feel the tips of his ears heat up, and when she tucks her lock of hair back in place, Aemond wishes he would’ve done it for her. He can see a thin line of dark walnut bracing the white of her eyes with how close he is, so close now he can smell the cinnamon on her breath from the condensating chai latte she holds in her other hand.

“Aemond!” The back door slams and his sister’s voice floats up the hall.

“Fuckin’ A, I’m sorry I’m late. I hit construction traffic and I had to get gas or I would’ve been pushing my Volksy here, and then I needed a coffee, believe me.” A white-blonde head of super short hair is unleashed when his sister yanks off her crocheted bucket hat, and she gasps as she catches sight of the shop’s first patron of the day.

“Good morning, muffin, I was trying to get here as fast as I could!” Helaena is a tornado of violets, lavenders, and magentas, purple her chosen color of the day as she spins into the room, tucking her backpack into the lockable cabinet by Aemond’s knees.

The girl’s smile is a thing of beauty and even if it’s for Helaena, Aemond will keep it for himself.

“Good morning, Hel. No worries, your brother’s been keeping me company.”

Helaena spares him a look, sending a delicately sharp elbow right into his ribs.

“Has he? It must be your lucky day- he usually scares off the customers that aren’t on the schedule.”

Aemond throws a sturdy blunt elbow into her shoulder and revels in the wince that she tries to hide.

“Mmmm, not scared off yet. But if you would’ve given us a few more minutes, who knows?” A wink is sent his way, showing she means it in all good fun. Aemond fires a smile back at her, curling his lip up in a smirk he knows carries some weight to it. She swallows- he can see the jump in her throat, before she damn near flings her reason for coming in onto the counter.

“Here! She came in yesterday towards closing time, a special delivery just for you.”

Hel snatches it with greedy hands, unknotting the twine laced through the handles so she can stick her whole face into the bag.

“Oh my word, it’s beautiful!” Helaena exclaims, wonderment turning her tone soft and breathy. Aemond can’t stunt his curiosity, knocking his sister’s head out of his way to peer into the gift bag.

“It looks moldy.”

Mystery woman looks mildly offended by his assessment, but it’s his sister that thwacks him in the chest.

“Shut up! You and Aegon practically drowned my cactus when I went on holiday last summer; what do you know about plants? It’s stunning and wonderful and all mine!” Helaena pulls out the plant with careful hands, gathering up the trailing vines like she’s lassoing a rope.

Hel oooo’s and ahhh’s , rubbing the silver spotted leaves between her fingers, smelling the somewhat heart-shaped sprouts for any lingering fragrance. Aemond’s surprised she doesn’t pop one in her mouth and give it a taste.

“A cactus?”

Aemond shrugs, happy to have the woman’s attention back on him, even if it is at his expense. “It looked thirsty.”

The giggle she gifts him makes his 5AM alarm worth it.

Helaena claps her hands together twice, calling attention to her like she’s a nursery school teacher. “Tell me about it- what’s its name and how do I keep it alive?”

“It’s a Scindapsus pictus, but satin Pothos or silver Philodendron is easier to remember. Even though it’s not technically a Pothos or a Philodendron, it’s in the Araceae family, which can be confusing, y’know? It’s naturally from the Hills of Andalos but it can also be found from Tyrosh all the way to Pinkmaiden.”

The siblings blink at her, both enjoying how she waxes on about something obviously interesting to her, even though it sounds like Dothraki to them. The brunette takes notice of the silence, tapering off her anecdotes while wearing a quiet, bemused grin.

“Anyways,” she twists the ring around her pinky in circles of nervous energy, “lots of light, water her like once a week, and she should thrive.”

“She’s perfect! Oh thank you for picking her out for me, darling. I’ll take such good care of her. ” Helaena has a way of hugging you with her words. It fills you with the warm and fuzzies, and the girl looks filled to the brim with them. She sighs though, shouldering the strap of her bag into place.

“I gotta get back to the shop- my early lunch break can’t go past 7:20, or Miss Olenna will be pissed if I’m not there to let her windowshop the roses.”

Helaena flutters around the counter, gushing promises of midday coffee dates and takeaway dinners before sweeping up the other girl in a rocking embrace.

The woman beams, happiness a good look on her, before pecking his sister’s cheek in parting. She pushes open the shop door, ducking out before catching it right before it closes. Her head ducks back in, and the same stubborn curl from before has come loose again, twisting around the corner of her eye.

“It was nice meeting you, Aemond.”

“Likewise…” Did he not catch her name once the entire time? Fuck him and his so-called manners.

Her smile is so bright, it burns itself behind his eyelids. “Ysilla.”

“Likewise, Ysilla.” Aemond rolls her name off of his tongue, discovering he quite likes the taste of her. A gorgeous name for a gorgeous girl.

She bids him a little wave of her hand before shutting the door softly. She looks both ways before darting across the roadway and into roots., an aptly named nursery that bursts at the brick with vegetation and flowers.

Aemond turns on his sister with alarming agility.

“Alright, share with the class. Who was that?”

“That’s Ysilla, Aem. Duh. She runs the plant shop across the street.”

He resists the urge to flick her in the forehead. His trainers are new and he doesn’t want her size seven foot print scuffing them up.

“I’ve never seen her before.”

“Well you would, if you ever bothered to come out of your room and meet our neighbors. She’s been in charge for about a year and a half now. Mr. Forel is an old flame of her grandma’s, or something like that, and she needed a job when he was thinking of retiring. So, perfect timing, I guess.” Hel fluffs the leaves, turning the plant pot this way and that, trying to decide which angle is most appealing. She carts it around the shop, holding it up to the spaces she’s thinking of occupying it with.

“What are you two, besties?” Aemond is so not jealous. Nah, never. Nope. No way, no how.

Helaena pauses, looking thoughtful before resuming her decorating.

“I’m kind of trying to be, but she goes to class after she’s done at the shop and if she’s not doing that, she has three brothers she helps take care of when her mum is working. So I stop off when I can and chat with her so we can catch up.”

Helaena cheers as she steps off the footstool she keeps around for high reaching access, admiring the vines cascading from the partition wall that divides the waiting room from her piercing studio.

“She’s pretty, isn’t she?” His sister is obviously speaking about the plant.

Aemond stares through the window across the street, the tan stucco building a bright bustle of life next to the high brow boutique to its left and Hot Pie’s bakery to its right. The numerous hanging pots from the ledge above the doorway would 100% split his skull if he wasn’t paying attention to where he was walking. Big glass windows are crowded by giant emerald fronds and stalks of leafy sprouts. The flower pots mirroring each side of the doorway are starting to wilt with the season, but the vibrant highlights of color splash a last breath of life against the stone.

If Aemond squints, he can catch a dark head of curls bouncing behind the register.

Maybe a plant wouldn’t be a bad addition to his shelves.

“Without a doubt.”

ps: i have another modern!au in the works of these two little fuckers, which is much longer, much angstier, and much more fun to read. should be out very very soon ;))

#hotd #aemond targaryen #ysilla targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x oc #modern hotd #modern aemond targaryen #my writing

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probably-a-plant-thing · 1 year

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Vincent Sinclair Headcanons

Please note I don't take criticism, I'm objectively correct :]

Vincent is vegitarian. I've mentioned it before, but I think he hates most meats' textures. Especially since half his mouth is kinda... plus I think he might have gone out with Lester once for a roadkill run and now just can't eat meats

STRAIGHTEST motherfucker in existence. I would know, he told me himself. I'm sorry but if your first scene ever is tenderly sculpting honkers, you're straight as hell.

Fuckboy. Hear me out. If he hadn't had half his face fucked up, he would 100% be the "soft boy" art whore. He'd hit you up with shitty poetry or would make little wax roses and pretend you're the ONLY person he's ever made one for.

Hates modern art. Take him to a modern art museum and he's in hell. Not even for the capitalism reason, he's just the prick that thinks that a blue canvas with a white dot in the middle isn't real art.

He was the twin that Trudy n Victor planned on naming first. Like they had his name lined up n ready then found out it was twins, THEN found out they were conjoined and he got the nice name out of pity.

His favorite smoothie flavor is mango.

Enjoys baking. Does he do it often? No. But he likes it more than cooking.

#vincent sinclair #house of wax #slasher #slashers #headcanon #vincent sinclair headcanon

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kcrossvine-art · 11 months

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Hey folks n blokes! A few days ago ya might've been one of the people who helpfully responded to my question asking which LotR recipe we should cook next, and you all had great ideas. Including a golum salmonella sushi platter. There were a few that twinkled directly into my eyes, but only one fish gets fried at a time! Thanks @vensre for the suggestion!

Today from Lord of the Rings, we will be making Bilbo Baggin's Seed Cakes

(As always you can find the cooking instructions and full ingredient list under the break-)

MY NAMES CROSS NOW LETS COOK LIKE ANIMALS

SO, “what goes in to a Seed Cake?” YOU MIGHT ASKIf you're an amer*can like me, you might have never heard of a seed cake outside of the context of bird feeders.

Salted butter

Fine sugar

Whole milk

Eggs

Almond flour

Vanilla extract

Brown sugar

Caraway/fennel seeds

Ground anise seed

Ground nutmeg

The real key ingredient here is the caraway seeds. The factor that ties all recipes together. Important note, anise seeds and anise stars are 2 separate things!

AND, “what does a Seed Cake taste like?” YOU MIGHT ASKTastes like what an old bookstore smells like.

Smells like warm licorice

But without the chemical-y aftertaste

Take a shortbread and make it denser and with less airpockets. Thats your texture.

A little bit like gingerbread but nuttier, earthier

Very rich

Beautiful crumbly brown outside, soft teddybear-brown inside

Pairs well with a glass of milk hahaha

"A wonderful blend of sweet and savoury, seed cakes make a perfect after-supper morsel."-LotR Online. Mentioned both in the books and the MMO, being served after dinner ties into their real-life origins! Before caraway seeds in cakes became popular in the victorian era, they were often candied and served as dessert because caraway seeds help with after-meal indigestion.

. used an herb grinder for the anise seeds . used light brown sugar where brown sugar called for . used blanched almond flour . if i made this again, would probably use higher quantity of nutmeg or add cinammon

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From entering the kitchen, to having this in my stomach, it took roughly 2 hours? Ish? Definitely make sure to let your 2 sticks of butter and 3 eggs sit out a bit beforehand so they reach room temp, it helps them whip together the warmer they are.

The most difficult part of this recipe was finding the seeds. Everything except the caraway/fennel and anise seed i already had, and maybe its a recent thing but since when did grocery stores start charging such an obscene amount for a regular bottle of spices? Is it not enough to have everything else infected by price-gouging, now we'll be scraping pennies for our little flavor heavens? Bleh.

The seed cake is a new experience for me also, and many pardons if some sacred seed cake rule has been broken today. It tasted fantastic! The licorice was a strong flavor I've never experienced in this form before, it suits itself well. If you're baking for children or have a sweeter palette, the bitterness may be a bit much, but just have them dunk it in milk honestly. It did feel like there was some 'empty space' on my palette while eating- if that makes any sense? It couldve been layered with another flavor but i still can't put my finger on what that missing flavor could be.

Definitely be careful to put the eggs into the butter/sugar a little bit at a time. I got impatient the first-go, and the eggs incorporated less, and it led to a greasier cake. People seem to say that storing these and eating them the next day makes them taste better, i cannot attest as i ate both within the same day of making them.

This recipe has earned itself a glimmering 7/10, for making my kitchen smell nice but also making me use a standmixer if i want my arms to stay attached (with 1 being food that makes one physically sick and 10 being food that gives one a lust for life again.)

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Ingredients:

220g salted butter

225g fine sugar

16g of milk

3 eggs

175g almond flour

2 drops vanilla extract

Pinch of brown sugar

1tbsp caraway seeds

1 1/2tbsp ground anise seed

1/2tsp ground nutmeg

Method:

Pre-heat the oven to 320F. Soften the butter and let eggs come to room temperature.

Cream the butter by itself for around 5 minutes with a standmixer on med., until light in color. Add sugar and continue until the mixture is pale and fluffy.

In a seperate bowl beat the eggs until 'frothy'.

Stir a small amount at a time of the eggs iinto the butter and sugar mixture, making sure each portion incorporates as you go.

Add the caraway, ground anise seed, ground nutmeg, and vanilla extract.

Gently fold in the almond flour. Careful not to overmix.

Add a tablespoon of milk, or until the batter keeps its form but drips off an upside down spoon.

Pour into a greased 9-inch round cake pan, if not available muffin/cupcake pans should also work.

Sprinkle a bit of brown sugar on top.

Bake for 40-50 minutes. Cool for 10 before serving.

#lotr #cake recipe #the hobbit #bilbo baggins

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pencilpat · 1 month

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Dukeceitbrainrot here on anon. Do you have any ripe headcanons for Janus/Remus? 💛💚

Who am I fooling, we have so many that I can't even write them all out in one place without overwhelming myself! Here's some juicy ones though, just for you. @dukeceitbrainrot

Janus and Remus both have really bad abandonment issues, both from things Thomas has been through as well as losing Virgil from such a previously tight knit group. They cling to each other very, very hard. They fell in love out of necessity, out of proximity, out of 'you are the only one left for me,' but they still love, love, love.

They both watch a lot of horror films, sure, but their tastes are completely different. While Janus would bring things like Run. or Us to movie night, Remus will bring things like Slaughtered Vomit Dolls or Cannibal Holocaust and spend the whole film infodumping about the horrific backstories and crimes involved. Janus sits there utterly horrified the whole time, but he lets Remus have his fun nonetheless.

Remus eats a lot of weird stuff that's very bad for his health (I headcanon that he has the disorder pica among his menagerie) and Janus has to help him quell those compulsions in any way he can. That resulted in Janus learning to bake and cook creations that look or feel in texture exactly like the things Remus would want to eat. Such as sugar glass for that nasty glass swallowing habit, or fondant to replace fancy soaps. Janus once created candy that looks and feels like razor blades, just for him.

They are SO 'horrible beast and enabling owner' coded okay, "I don't know, I just let him play," and all else are you kidding me?? Janus enables the chaos for his own amusement and Remus's antics are an endless source of entertainment for him. Janus can be pretty easily grossed out, but it's creates flabbergasted affection towards Remus more than anything else.

A bit nsfw, skip if you need to. But their sex isn't actually as weird as you'd expect from Remus. He's a lot softer and sweeter to people he genuinely loves. He gets worried when he loves someone, will he scare them off, will he make them hate him like most others have, will they be just like the others? Their opinion actually matters to him, which is bizarre and terrifying for him to deal with. Janus is very good at reassuring him and keeping him close and safe when emotions do interfere with their encounters. Remus needs a lot of aftercare most of the time, he's very prone to those rushes of negative emotions following sex.

Remus gets injured a lot, either from fights with Roman or his own tendencies to step on/into his own weapons. Janus knows very basic field first aid because of this, and has to patch him up while chastising him pretty much 6 out of 7 days of the week.

Janus has really bad days sometimes, where his responsibilities and his role as Denial crash onto him like a train. He's hiding so much, holding so much back and away from the others. It's a taxing task. Remus shows a surprisingly strong soft side on those nights, caring for and comforting Janus through every trauma reaction he may have, be it screaming, crying, scratching at himself, etc etc. It can be really rough for both of them, but Janus is always incredibly grateful to Remus for staying with him through it, despite.

Remus does not care whether Janus likes affection or not, he WILL be being kissed and laid on and grabbed and tackled and shoved into Remus's chest 24 hours 7 days a week and he is not allowed to complain.

Shockingly domestic, sweet couple. always baking or gardening together or sitting on the sofa together doing nothing at all. The only difference is that There Is An Eyeball On The Coffee Table or Remus Filled That Pot With Human Waste So I Cannot Use It or other bizarre inclusions of disgusting things among their neat little domestic life.

Remus is a coffee drinker, Janus is a tea drinker. There are many arguments over this. 200 dead, 5000 injured.

Janus likes to try and plan civil, nice dates in The Mindpalace for them, but Remus always fucks it up in some horrific way, intentionally. What is love worth if it cannot flourish in chaos, huh Janus? Huh??

That's all for now, I love these two idiots so much

#written by a remus fictive so i am factually right and cannot be argued with (joke)#dukeceit #janus sanders #remus sanders #sanders sides

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niki-phoria · 1 year

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he's so SKDLNSKLNS

pairing: felix x male!reader (he/him pronouns) genre: fluff word count: 700

includes: supportive chan, felix stress bakes, reader is stressed (about math), this is very self inserty oops

a/n: i'm in love with leon kennedy HELP

requests open !! read my rules first

felix picks up another brownie, taking a small bite out of it. the sweetness of the chocolate isn’t too overpowering and the texture is nice - but something still feels like it’s missing.

he sighs, setting the brownie aside with all the rest. the countertops are completely covered in trays and containers filled with brownies at this point. despite hours of what feels like endless baking and far too many batches, none of them are good enough. not for you.

“felix?” he jumps a little at the sudden call of his name. after hours of baking in silence, another voice startles him more than he’d like to admit. chan stands in the doorway with a bag in hand and raised eyebrows. “what are you doing?”

“baking,” he mumbles.

“baking?”

“for y/n.” felix sighs, glancing around the mess of a kitchen. “he’s been stressed lately so i wanted to make something for him but none of them are good enough.” chan sets his bag down, kicking off his shoes as he walks towards the boy. “i need it to be perfect, but they’re too sweet, or not sweet enough, or too hard, or soft, or-”

“felix,” chan interrupts. he reaches over to place his hands on felix’s shoulders, forcing him to stop. “you know y/n. he’ll appreciate anything you give him. and all of this,” he pauses to gesture around the kitchen. “isn’t necessary. your baking is good. and your feelings are reciprocated.”

felix’s face burns at chan’s last admission. he’s never been the best at hiding his feelings but he didn’t think his crush was that obvious. chan chuckles at his blush. he pulls away with a final pat on felix’s shoulder and a small smile. “bring him some brownies and tell him how you feel. it’ll be fine, i promise.”

with chan’s reassurance, he nods. “one more batch?”

chan chuckles. “one more batch.”

a gentle knock on your door interrupts you from your studies. you begrudgingly pull yourself away from your computer long enough to squint through the peephole and see who’s on the other side. felix stands there holding a container of brownies in his hands.

you smile, opening the door for him. “felix!”

“hi y/n,” he smiles. you set the container aside on your countertop before he pulls you into a tight hug. the affection is welcome after so long of staring at a set of math equations on your computer screen. “seungmin told me you’ve been stressed lately so i made you some brownies.”

“thank you.” you pull away just enough to tug him towards your couch with you before making yourself comfortable next to him. you hold one out for him before taking one yourself. “cheers.”

felix laughs as you press the treats together for a moment. he watches you carefully as you take a bite, anxiously awaiting your reaction. relief floods through him when your face lights up at the sweetness. he hides his smile behind a bite of his own.

“lix, these are incredible!”

“i’m glad you like them,” he chuckles. you finish the rest of the brownie quickly. felix finds himself staring at your lips as you continue singing praises about his baking. he unconsciously reaches out, interrupting you when his thumb brushes against your bottom lip. he’s gentle as he wipes away a stray smudge of chocolate from your face.

you freeze, finding yourself entranced at his touch. his hand moves from your lip to your cheek, gently coaxing your face closer to his. “i want to kiss you,” you whisper.

felix doesn’t reply. instead, he leans in even closer. your eyes flutter closed as he finally pulls you into a sweet kiss.

his lips are softer than you expected. they fit perfectly against yours as you smile against him before finally pulling away. your smile grows at the sight of felix’s flushed face. “i like you,” he whispers.

“i like you too.” you don’t waste any time in pulling him into yet another kiss. your computer lays forgotten at your desk as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, tugging him down to lay beside you. “movie marathon?”

felix relaxes against your chest with a smile. “movie marathon.”

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hischierswhore · 1 year

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late night craving

pairing: Christian Pulisic x Reader

TW: mentions of food // if i missed anything, pls let me know!

“What are you doing up so late?” A deep, raspy voice spoke behind you. You turned around as saw your boyfriend, Christian, standing there, arms crossed across his chest, as he leaned against the kitchen doorframe. You both smiled at each other before you made your way to him, wrapping your arms around his neck as his arms instinctively made their way around your waist.

You both began to sway ever so slightly, his touch making you melt into him. Your head was now rested on his shoulder, as his rested atop your head.

“Come back to bed, princess” He mumbled into your hair.

“Can’t sleep” You said softly. “I'm hungry”

Your boyfriend chuckled lightly and swiftly picked you up and placed you on the cold kitchen counter. He moved to stand in between your legs.

"And what exactly are you in the mood to eat?" He smiled at you as you slowly & softly played with the curls on his head.

"Some cookies maybe?”

He let out a small giggle before shaking his head in defeat.

"Let's make some cookies then" He lightly kissed your forehead and started grabbing ingredients to fulfill your late night craving.

You smiled as you watched him make his way around the kitchen, fully concentrated on making the best cookies you'd ever had.

An hour later, a huge tray of homemade chocolate chip cookies sat on the kitchen counter. You could smell freshly baked chocolate chips wafting from the tray.

The tray looked like something you would find in the bakery section of any grocery store. You sighed as you glanced over at Christian who was watching you stare at the tray.

"Well?" He asked, snapping you out of your trance. "Are you still hungry?" You nodded.

Christian scooped up one of the warm cookies in his hands and brought it towards you. You took it and let out an excited moan when you finally took a bite. It was soft and gooey but the texture itself was more of the perfect cookie texture you were looking for.

"These are amazing" You smiled at him as you continued to look through the tray.

"They're good right?"

"Probably the best I've ever had" You placed a soft kiss to his lips as he lifted you from the counter and carried you to the couch.

He gently laid you down on top of a throw pillow and bent down to press his lips to yours again.

"Want to go back to bed now?" His fingers drew shapes along your arm.

"In a bit. Just… don't leave me" You whispered.

Christian raised an eyebrow at you as he lay down beside you.

"Why would I ever want to do that?" He whispered, placing another gentle kiss to your lips.

"I dunno…" You trailed off, staring blankly into his eyes.

"I'm never gonna leave you, princess. I've told you this since we were little. You are stuck with me forever"

His smile widened and he brought your hand to his mouth and pressed his warm lips against your palm.

"This feels really nice" You sighed, resting your head against his chest. You couldn't help but start to feel sleepy, no matter how hard you tried not to.

"Yeah? What about this?"

As your boyfriend brushed his lips against your cheek, you felt a certain sensation, one you haven't felt in years. There was a sense of security knowing he was by your side and that he genuinely loved you, a feeling you didn't have in previous relationships. The peace & calmness inside your heart was finally restored.

As if he knew you were just about to drift off to sleep, he snuck out of the living room, and quickly came back with the blanket, tossing it on the floor beside the couch. He pulled you closer into his body as he wrapped the blanket around you both.

A soft glow of candlelight spilled into the room from underneath the curtains, giving off a romantic yet serene atmosphere. This is what a true relationship should be. Something that makes you fall even deeper in love with each other and makes you feel protected all the time.

Something magical happened after you two finally acknowledged your feelings for each other.

Nothing can compare to the feeling you get when you can wake up next to your beloved and feel completely safe. Knowing they are always going to be there by your side, taking care of you, protecting you.

You let out a content sigh.

"Us" You whispered, touching his face. You wanted to tell him everything that has been on your mind lately. Everything you feel for him, how happy you are when you're with him.

Christian was it for you, as you were it for him.

#✎ natalie writes #christian pulisic #christian pulisic fluff #christian pulisic fanfic #christian pulisic imagine #christian pulisic x reader #christian pulisic x y/n #christian pulisic x you

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avalon821 · 19 days

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Tyr Haragin

The Basics

Name: Tyr Haragin

Nickname: none

Age: in the 20-25 range

Nameday: Alas I don’t have a specific day in mind for him. Gives spring or summer vibes though

Race: xaela

Gender: man

Orientation: Bisexual

Profession: Adventurer, Warrior of light, sometimes a weaver

Physical Aspects

Hair: a usually well maintained head log long rich red hair. He keeps it in a braid most of the time.

Eyes: predominately red as well, with a light red/pink limal ring. Very striking, almost seem to glow

Skin: lighter, nice black scales all over his body

Tattoos/ Scars: no tattoos. Has a scar over his eyebrow post ew. The end of his right horn is only being kept on by a silver band of that counts. Used to have burn scars on his back until his scales grew over them as he grew up.

Family

Parents: he had two dads and one mom, though he only has the one dad left. Varrick was taken as a prisoner of war when his village was attacked and Aalya went missing in the chaos. Takai was the one who took Tyr and ran.

Siblings: older sister named Ayame. She went missing the same as their mother.

In laws/others: no in laws at present. Alberic feels responsible in both a mentor way and a dating his adopted son way. Tyr treats the twins kinda like younger siblings.

Skills

Abilities: excels at fighting. Unsurprising for a warrior of light and xaela but still. Tyr also is a pretty damn good cook and weaving/sewing

Hobbies: adventuring, baking/cooking, sewing/ fiber craft (more clothes but he’s been known to make a couple blankets)

Traits

Most positive trait: extremely caring. Will do his damndest to keep his loved ones safe and happy.

Most negative trait: split bt his bias against garleans and his tendency to bottle things up. The former is bad and the second has lead to him hurting himself and others.

Likes

Colors: red, black, blue

Smells: fresh baked goods

Textures: fluffy/ soft things, smooth steel

Other Details

Smokes: nah

Drinks: only with others

Mouth insurance: uhhhhhh do the scions insure people? If not then no. Shame though, he’s got nice teeth

Been arrested: there was an attempt at the bloody banquet and the trial by combat in ishgard but other than that nope

Tagged by @mrlarkstin (took me a couple days but I did get to it! Thank you!)

Tagging: @bnuuywol @fatewalker-phoenix @dragoon-mid-jump and anyone else who wants to. No pressure!

#ffxiv #wol #warrior of light #tyr #tyr haragin #life has been both hectic and not and there’s a few things I need to catch up on #but hey any excuse to talk about lizard

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dragonofpandora · 2 months

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Making a list of foods in Frontiers so I can think about maybe trying to make fake recipes for them later. Smacking it below a cut for everyone's sanity.

EDIT 2: FINALLY FINISHED!

Specialty Recipes

Relun's Fish Stew: The fish is cooked to perfection and complimented by the umami of the mushrooms. A favorite among the Aranahe. (Superior mudcrawler fish/superior crimson mushroom)

Kìn's Zangke: A zangke that starts bold on the palate yet has a wistful and lingering finish. (Superior fiery herbs/superior zakru milk)

Sweetened Niktsyey: A niktsyey that will quench a sweet tooth with its dark nectar and fruits. (Fine swamp hive nectar/fine shelter fruit)

Novao's Niktsyey: A light meal with fruity tones. Ideal for a scout or gatherer who spends their day on the move. (Superior pod fruit/superior feather blade seed)

Stormglider Soup: An intense soup that unites sky and water in an unlikely yet rewarding combination. (Stormglider egg/fine octofin fish)

Novao's Mushroom Pie: Chewy mushrooms and crunchy seeds, well-seasoned and enjoyed by many in the Zeswa clan. (Superior cloud spitter seed/superior vineshroom)

Okul's Grain Soup: A sweet,thick soup with an earthy flavor. The Kame'tire enjoy this especially in the morning. (Fine cloud spitter seed/fine creamy plant milk)

Steamed Stormglider Bun: A soft bun filled with juicy meats, steamed to perfection. Rumor has it So'lek is quite fond of this dish. (Fine whipfang crawler fatty meat/fine stormglider lean meat)

Okul's Bake: The hearty flavors of meat and mushroom have a surprising subtlety to them. (Superior banquet mushroom/superior echo stalker lean meat)

Nutty Pastry: The crunchy seeds mix perfectly with the sweetness from the nectar while maintaining an earthy undertone. (Fine eyethorn seed/fine stagfly ant nectar)

Fresh Fish Soup: Fresh fish and generous chunks of mushroom make for a universally enjoyed and healthy soup. (Fine buoyfish/fine radar mushrooms)

Kxan'epe: A peculiar yet emboldening kxan'epe. The result of Okul's uncurbed experimentation. (Also described by various characters as "a challenging drink" with conflicting yet fascinating flavors.) (Superior sage mushroom/superior stagfly ant nectar)

Revitalizing porridge: An exploration of blaze fruit, soft and sweet from being cooked in nectar. (Fine blaze fruit/fine forest nectar comb)

Bladehead grain soup: The thick soup - rich with rugged chunks of steaming bladehead meat - is given a nice texture by the seeds. (Fine bladehead fatty meat/fine feather blade seed)

Thanator brisket soup: A soup with thick, gamy cuts of thanator brisket. The broth is well-rounded with bits of meer deer meat in it. (Boulderlands thanator lean meat/fine meer deer fatty meat)

Relun's meaty soup: A soup made from various cuts of fatty meat. The broth is quite intense, yet enjoyed by many Aranahe. (Superior scarab crawler fatty meat/superior hexapede fatty meat)

Bitter fruit pie: For all the sugar of the fruit, the combination comes out bitter, yet it does have its fans. (Superior yoten egg/superior shell fruit)

Relun's fruity tea: A fragrantly fruity tea that gently tickles the nostrils and brings a warmth that spreads throughout the body. (Superior fortune's fruit/superior forest nectar)

Sweet fish pie: A sweet dish filled to the brink with slices of fruit and delicate cuts of fish that almost melt on the tongue. (Fine blaze fruit/fine mudcrawler fish)

Cheesy Sähena: With cheese and herbs filling the dough buns that are steamed to perfection this is a dish to remember. (Fine zakru milk/fine fiery herbs)

It won't let me add any more images, but -

Thanator Niktsyey: A rugged niktsyey, or Na'vi wrap, made from eggs and thanator meat. A true hunter's meal.

Fruit-based

Mushroom-and-fruit salad: A delicious portion of tangy fruit chunks and savory pieces of mushroom. Steak salad: A hearty, baked helping of fruit salad and fatty steak. Sweet fruit salad: Various fruits glazed with a thick nectar for that extra sweet touch. Fruit salad: A flavorful fruit salad that can be prepared to suit individual tastes. Spiced fruit salad: The herbs enhance the fruits in this light dish, giving the flavors new depth and dimension. Meat slice salad: A delectable serving of lean meat slices and fruits. Eggy fruit salad: A protein-rich mix of fruits in a golden egg wash. Crunchy salad: A mix of fruits sprinkled with popped seeds for a satisfying texture. Creamy fruit salad: Fruits in milk, a refreshing and creamy treat on a hot day.

Fruit + fish: slimy salad: The fish and fruit have combined into a slimy mess that is not fit to eat.

Lean meat-based

Egg-washed meat skewer: A lean meat skewer with additional robustness from a generous egg wash. Meat and fish skewer: Land and water unite in a skewer that hosts the best of both worlds. Mixed meat skewer: A skewer with alternating chunks of lean and fatty meat, combining the best of both worlds. Fruit and meat skewer: Alternating chunks of fruit and meat, skewered and grilled together in a marriage of sweet and savory. Cheesy meat skewer: Chunks of strong cheese add a tangy richness to this meat skewer. Sweet meat skewer: A nourishing portion of lean meats with a generous coating of sweet nectar. Spiced meat skewer: Chunks of lean meat, skewered and infused with an herb mix that gives them a verdant aroma. Meat and mushroom skewer: A robust umami experience featuring juicy mushrooms and chunks of lean meat. Lean meat skewer: Chunks of lean meat lightly grilled to keep them juicy and delectable. Crunchy meat skewer: Skewered chunks of meat, coated in crispy seeds for a satisfying crunch.

Fish-based

Fruity seafood: Grilled fish with a side of sweet salsa made from fresh fruits. Mushroom seafood: Fried fish fillet with a side of chopped mushroom. Simple yet succulent. Meat slice seafood: Fish and meat, the flavors of the land and water in a single dish. Marbled meat seafood: A generous fish fillet accompanied by tender slices of marbled meat. Extravagant seafood: A hefty amount of fried fish to sate even the hungriest fisher. Sweet seafood: A fish fillet coated in a surprising sweet and sour nectar seasoning. Creamy seafood: Fish poached in milk, creamy and flavorful with an unrivaled texture. Crunchy seafood: Fish covered in nuts before being fried, making for a crunchy and satisfying meal. Spiced seafood: A helping of fried fish seasoned with various herbs that bring new depth to the flavor.

Fish + eggs = sloppy seafood: The fish and eggs repelled each other, and the end result repels all but the most desperate and starving.

Spice-based

Meat chunk spice bowl: The fat from the meat tempers the fire of this dish and creates a pleasant, smoldering warmth within. Mushroom spice bowl: A heavily peppered mushroom for those who like their food to bite back. Egg spice bowl: The simple scrambled egg develops a bite from the mixture of spicy herbs. Fish spice bowl: An herbal fish fillet that will have mouths watering all around the cooking fire. Meat slice spice bowl: These spicy meat strips will make your nose run and your eyes water, but the flavor is worth it. Cheesy spice bowl: Cheese filled with a variety of herbs and spices. Rich in flavor and nourishment. Crunchy spice bowl: The spicy seeds, roasted to perfection, bring the heat to everyone who enjoys them. Sweetened spice bowl: Sweet and crunchy nectar comb covered with herbs and spices. Packed with flavor and energy!

Spices + fruit = slimy fruit spice bowl: The fruits reacted unexpectedly with the herbs, losing their consistency and becoming a slimy, caustic mess. Spices + spices = scorching spice bowl: The aromas are wonderful but the taste is anything but. It's dry, hard to swallow, and burns the throat.

Egg-based

Steak egg fry: A stacked dish featuring eggs topped with a rich, juicy steak. Chopped fish egg fry: An egg fry with juicy fish chunks that bring a savory contrast to the fluffiness of the eggs. Fruity egg fry: Lightly-baked fruits contrast pleasantly with the savory egg in this colorful egg fry. Crunchy egg fry: The baked seeds bring a crunchy texture to an otherwise deliciously soft egg fry. Sweet egg fry: The amount of nectar used was just about enough to caramelize the egg fry. Extravaganza egg fry: When one egg fry won't do, just stack two on top of each other! Meat strip egg fry: A savory egg fry with strips of protein-rich meat that'll keep you going. Spiced egg fry: A fluff of spiced egg fry that just melts in your mouth while its flavors linger pleasantly. Creamy egg fry: Infused with creamy milk, this egg fry is a fluffy delight.

Egg + mushroom: Moldy egg fry: The fungus and the egg, instead of coming together in the oven, disagreed. The resulting dish tastes moldy at best.

Nectar-based

Glazed fruits: Chunks of hard sweets with fruit pieces. The floral undertones of the nectar lend depth to the fruity flavors. Glazed mushroom: Nectar-preserved mushroom. The texture is curiously chewy but quite pleasant, as is the taste. Glazed spices: A large nectar comb infused with a mix of herbs. The spiciness cuts through the sweetness, bringing heat to this snack. Glazed fish: Seared fish coated in a thick, sweet nectar sauce. The sweetness brings a whole new dimension to the flavor of the fish. Glazed egg: A cooked egg coated in nectar and then fried. The sweetness mixed with the savory works a treat. Glazed bright nectar comb: Hard chunks of crystalline nectar. The floral undertones lighten the otherwise heavy sweet dish. Glazed seeds: Chunks of hard sweets with seeds. The nutty flavor of the seeds yields gently to the floral undertones of the nectar. Glazed sweets: Hard chunks of caramel that start out brittle in the mouth before gradually turning chewy.

Nectar + lean meat = glazed lump: The meat is lost, drowned in nectar. The flavor is cloying, the texture sticky, and it fights you all the way down. Nectar + fatty meat = glazed mass: Too much nectar, too much heat, for far too long. The result is an unidentifiable, disturbingly stretchy mass.

Milk-based

Meat strips and cheese: A large, baked cheese with strips of lean meat on the inside. Herb-infused cheese: The herbal seasoning infuses this cheese with an enticing aroma and gives it a distinctive flavor. Fruity cheese: The cheese balls have small pieces of fresh fruit inside, making an otherwise heavy dish lighter. Eggy cheese: Baked cheese with a side of fried egg for a protein-rich meal. Smells delicious. Steak and cheese: Baked cheese balls with chopped steak. A rich combination. Tangy cheese: The fungal spores grew in the milk, creating a pleasantly earthy and tangy cheese. Crunchy cheese: The coating of crunchy seeds creates a delightful contrast to the soft and mellow cheese. Delectable cheese: A cheese connoisseur's dream. The heat has melted the cheeses to stringy perfection, their flavors mingled.

Cheese + fish = over-salted cheese: The ingredients combined to make a clotted brine of sorts, resulting in a dish that is unappetizing in almost every way. Cheese + nectar = The nectar caused the milk to congeal in an unfavorable way, resulting in a sticky goo that smells a bit rotten.

Nut-based

Sweet stir-fry: A stir-fry covered in nectar and slowly roasted to sweet, savory, crunchy perfection. Meat slice stir-fry: The meat is given nutty undertones by the seeds in this savory stir-fry. Mushroom stir-fry: A rich stir-fry mixed with minced mushrooms. Smooth and flavorful. Crunchy stir-fry: A large portion of nutrient-dense seeds stir-fried to perfection. Fruity stir-fry: The fruit juices have infused the stir-fry and made it sweet and slightly sticky. Fish stir-fry: A basic but delicious combination of fish and seeds that no Na'vi will turn down. Chunky meat stir-fry: The seeds have been fried in the fat from the roughly cut meat chunks. Salty, crunchy, delicious. Egg stir-fry: Covered in a delicious, savory egg-wash, the stir-fry has a pleasing, nutty richness to itself. Creamy stir-fry: Given a healthy dose of milk, this is a creamy and satisfying dish.

Seeds + spices = throat-burning stir-fry: An ambitious idea gone terribly wrong. Has more potential as some manner of weapon than a dish.

Fatty meat-based

Egg-washed roast: This protein-rich egg-washed meat roast will leave you ready to take on the whole world. Meat and mushroom roast: The saltiness of the meat combines with the umami of the mushrooms, the two elevating each other to a symphony of flavors. Meat roast: A hearty meat roast, infused with spiced leaves. (Fatty meat + lean meat) Meat and fruit roast: A roast with a side of steamed fruits that give the dish a sweet edge. Meat and fish roast: A portion of meat roast with a side of high-fat fish that will sate the hungriest warrior. Herb-infused roast: A meat roast infused with intriguing herbs and spices. A dish to contemplate. Sweet meat roast: A decadant meat roast with a plentiful nectar glazing. Crunchy meat roast: A side of popped seeds gives an exciting texture on this roast. Rich meat roast: A rich meat roast with veins of marbled fat running through it.

Fatty meat + milk = greasy roast: The sauce didn't mix properly due to all the fat from the ingredients. The result is a greasy slop that sits heavy in the belly.

Mushroom-based:

Fish-stuffed mushroom: Fatty fish fills the natural bowl formed by a large mushroom, the flavors creating a pleasing union. Fruit-stuffed mushroom: The savory mushroom and the sweet fruit compote compliment each other perfectly. Meat-stuffed mushroom: A huge, juicy mushroom stuffed with lean meat. Just breathing in the aroma feels nourishing. Glazed mushroom: A large mushroom glazed with nectar. The dish just about gives off an enticing, amber glow. Spice-stuffed mushroom: A huge mushroom seasoned with with a rich blend of herbs and spices, giving it a steaklike flavor. Egg-stuffed mushroom: A veritable omelet within a huge mushroom. The insides are steamed well and the texture is nice and spongy. Roast-stuffed mushroom: A great mushroom filled with fatty meat. The edges seem crunchy and well-seasoned. Stuffed mushroom: Mushroom stuffed with mushroom, this umami-loaded delight is for the true fungi enthusiast. Cheese-stuffed mushroom: Stuffed with fresh, creamy cheese, the huge mushroom has a mouth-watering aroma.

Mushroom + seeds: Acrid mushroom: The mushroom and the seeds disagreed with each other causing an unexpected, acidic reaction.

#avatar 2009 #frontiers of pandora #recipes

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cherri-berries-playplace · 10 months

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☆🪦☆🌄☆🐎☆🌱☆

Caregiver Graves Moodboard ♪～(´ε｀ )

☆ Headcannons!

Would definitely pick up farm toys to bring home to you (he has a huge soft spot for horses).

Loves making breakfast for you early in the morning. Makes pancakes and waffles with berries (also loves making eggs).

Loves soft textures, will wrap you up in soft blankets and towels and just hold you.

One of his favorite things to do is watch ducklings at the pond out by the farm (will invite you along to feed the ducks).

Will play pretend with you (he is very partial to bakery) but will also bake with you sometimes to make nice snacks!

Bed time stories are a must have! (He might fall asleep with you).

Moodboard made with Picsart

#safe agere #age regression #agere #sfw caregiver #agere moodboard #moodboard #agere caregiver #caregiver #agere headcanons #cod agere #Cg graves #graves cod

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melon-wing · 2 years

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Elven Kisses [Scar/Grian]

This one is for @hermityslowackyego who's sitting on my balcony right now and with whom I talked about Scar's cookies. So yeah. I hurriedly wrote this up for her. Thank her for the content, lol

[Hermitship Fanfiction Masterlist]

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The smell of freshly baked cookies hung in the air as Scar was hurrying to the oven he almost forgot. He should probably let his employees handle the baking, but sometimes he just loved being the one in the kitchen. Especially with his Elven kisses. He felt like they always tasted slightly off when the villagers made them and he couldn’t even tell why. They did have his recipe and the same ingredients after all. And today’s batch just had to be perfect. He did get in a special order after all.

Scar could already feel the heat rising to his cheeks, humming softly to himself to distract his mind from the image it had just conjured up of a certain blonde haired hermit smiling at him while munching on a cookie. It had been a while since they had last met up. Grian had been so busy with his little entity project and Scar had been building the bakery.

So of course Scar had jumped at the opportunity when the order had come in. He had never paid as much attention to a batch of cookies as he had this time. He gently took a cookie from the tray, turning it over and looking at it from all sides. It was golden brown everywhere, and the perfect soft texture. The baked Chorus Fruit in the middle had a nice glittering glaze. He had never produced a batch this perfect.

Scar sent a little prayer to whoever cared to listen before biting down on the cookie. The soft sweetness hit him first before the slight magical buzzing hit his tongue. He closed his eyes, enjoying the taste. He could feel his body moving while still chewing on the sweet and soft treat and with every new bite his body jumped around the shop. With the last bite he landed on top of the roof, holding on to one of the chimneys for balance while swallowing the last bit. It was perfect. He had never made a more perfect batch than this.

“Scar?”

Scar opened his eyes, looking down at the entrance where Grian stood. And oh gods, he looked so pretty. His red sweater had been recently changed to a red shirt since he was no longer living atop a mountain. And it was tight. So tight. Scar couldn’t help but look at those arms. With that sweater Scar always forgot how muscular Grian really was from carrying around all those heavy blocks.

“Is it not done yet? Should I leave again?”

That snapped Scar out of his thoughts and he immediately shook his head. “No, no, no, no, no. You’re perfect. I mean, it’s perfect. Your timing”, he hurriedly said, jumping down the roof, his Elytra spreading to slow down his fall, “Come on in.”

They both stepped inside the store, Scar eyeing Grian the whole time and he could tell the exact moment, the smell must have hit Grian. His nostrils flared, his eyes closed for a few seconds and he took in a deep breath, smiling contently. That face alone warmed Scar’s chest and it made all the work he took away from his employees worth its while.

When Grian turned around his eyes were sparkling in excitement.

“Are these the cookies I asked for? The ones Pearl told me about? The magical ones?”

Scar could only nod, unable to reply verbally when faced with Grian’s far too bright smile. He was so cute.

“Can’t wait then!”

Scar cleared his throat, finally stepping past Grian towards the tray that still held the magical cookies. Under Grian’s watchful eyes he gently picked the cookies up and put them inside a small box, before closing it and tying it with a ribbon, finishing with a big bow.

“You know, I kind of missed the taste of Chorus Fruit.”

Scar’s head snapped up and he could feel his cheeks blush, a memory coming back to him of a moment shared in the end that they never talked about ever again. Emotions had run high and Grian had just saved him from a wild Enderman, taking a bite of the fruit to get them away and then they… they…

“You taste like Chorus Fruit.” Grian seemed to realise a moment later what Scar was thinking about, his cheeks also turning slightly pink. They both just stood there in an awkward silence, avoiding eye contact, before Grian spoke up once more.

“Cute apron by the way.”

Scar knew he was trying to change the topic, but he let him, looking down at himself. He was wearing a soft pink apron that he had hand painted with multiple Jellies wearing cooking hats. Cub always teased him because it was so frilly, but he still loved it.

“Thanks. Made it myself.”

“Anything the great Scar can’t do?”

‘Talk about my feelings for you apparently’ is what he wanted to say, what his brain screamed at him to say, but he stopped the words before they could come out of his mouth.

“Well, don’t say that before you have tasted the cookies. You might not like them”, he replied instead, handing Grian one of the cookies that hadn’t fit into the box with a smile. “Try.”

Grian reached for the cookie, their fingers brushing one another, just lingering there for a moment longer than absolutely necessary, before Grian finally took it. He bit into it and disappeared in a cloud of purple sparkles.

A second later he could hear a voice calling from outside.

“They are amazing!” Scar giggled softly to himself, slowly walking outside and onto the grass next to his shop. Grian was standing there, smiling brightly and then disappearing once more and reappearing a bit further. Scar just kept walking after him, stopping on a small hill and looking around to see where Grian had reappeared. Just when he spotted him, he disappeared once more.

It happened in a split second. A purple particle suddenly appeared in front of him, then another, and another. And suddenly in a cloud of purple sparks, Grian was right in front of him. No. Not just right in front of him. Grian was so close that he was pressed against Scar’s chest and more importantly their lips were touching. Both of their eyes widened, cheeks flushed and yet neither of them pulled away. Grian just made a small noise and pressed forward, eyes fluttering shut. And Scar couldn’t help it. He wrapped his arms around the body pressed against his, leaning into the kiss.

The taste of cookies and Chorus Fruit filled him and he could feel the residue magic of the teleport sparkling against his tongue. When they pulled apart the purple sparks had faded, but Scar felt like the magic was still there somehow.

“I shouldn’t have-”, Grian started at the same time as Scar spoke up.

“I’m sorry, I-”

They both stopped, looking at one another before giggling softly.

“So…” Grian spoke up again, eyes darting to the side, his cheeks still flushed. “We probably should have talked about that other kiss. It seems like we both wanted it to happen again, huh?”

Scar chuckled, a bit embarrassed and nodded. “I guess. I just thought you wouldn’t…”

“Yeah. Me too.”

They were still so close. He could still feel Grian’s warm body, feel his racing heart and he leaned in once more.

“So… Want to add another one?”

Grian giggled and pressed the last piece of cookies into Scar’s mouth. And the moment their lips met the magic surrounded both of them, whisking them away, making them land sitting on one of the branches of Scar’s cherry tree where they stayed in a cloud of purple sparks and floating cherry leaves, never once breaking the kiss.

#🍉 stories #hermitship #scarian #hermitcraft #hermitshipping

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