#best oreo fudge

[hansonhaleigh]

Chocolate Dessert - World's Best Oreo Fudge Chocolate sandwich cookies are crumbled and folded into a white chocolate fudge for a sweet treat during the holiday season.

#loads #sugar #desserts #world #best oreo fudge #addition #oreo fudge recipe

[karlabdiaz]

Recipe for World's Best Oreo Fudge Chocolate sandwich cookies are crumbled and folded into a white chocolate fudge for a sweet treat during the holiday season. 1 teaspoon vanilla extract, 3 cups white sugar, 1/2 cup crumbled chocolate sandwich cookies, 3/4 cup butter, 1 cup crushed chocolate sandwich cookies, 2/3 cup evaporated milk, 2 cups white chocolate chips, 1 jar marshmallow creme

#desserts #cookies #chocolate sandwich cookies #best oreo fudge #best oreo

[rolltrolls]

World's Best Oreo Fudge Chocolate sandwich cookies are crumbled and folded into a white chocolate fudge for a sweet treat during the holiday season.

#loads #best oreo fudge #addition #world #chocolate sandwich cookies #sugar

[andthebeanstalk]

I think sometimes about that time the subject came up of what my grandparents would leave my parents when they died (no grandparents were in the room).

And while there was some speculation over my father's parents, my mother's mother had lived on a widow's pension for most of her life. So none of her seven children were expecting a fat inheritance.

And my dad was like, "Ah, yes! The Gaertner family fortune, split seven ways, should be enough to take us allllll to Eat'n Park!"

This got some laughter and heckling from the rest of the family, my mother included (Dad knows his audience). He went on to say, "And not just one course either! We can get whatever we want!"

"So we can get dessert?" my mom asked.

"Oh yeah! We can get dessert, we can get appetizers, a box of cookies to go....."

And then years later, when my grandmother died at age 94, her will allocated most of her savings for a funeral and a small wake. The rest was to be split equally among her kids.

It takes a while for these kinds of financial things to process, so my mother received her inheritance a few months later.

Each sibling received $200.

Which, as it happens, was exactly enough to take my immediate family and a couple of cousins out to a really nice dinner at Eat'n Park.

#original #death cw #grandparent death #I don't know if it's wholesome content but I don't think it's cynical content. it's sweet to me anyway. #absolutely no one begrudged this woman for raising seven kids alone on a widows pension and then not having savings #I'm pretty sure my memory on this is fairly accurate. I know that my dad's first line is verbatim. I even remember his intonation #one of those sound bites that just stuck in my head. #maybe because I was always fascinated with my dad's ability to tell jokes just up to the line of what's acceptable without crossing it #my little autistic brain was busy filing away data so I could be funnier. #not a lot of people could get my mom to laugh about a joke involving her mother's death. I sure as hell wouldn't have tried #my grandmother was a very very nice lady #tiny little Irish woman whose mother moved to America just a few years before she was born #I am 5'4 but she thought I was so fucking tall XD #Eat n' Park is a popular diner chain in PA; like Denny's but good. I went here at 5am after every cast party in high school #and I did order whatever I wanted at that meal. #btw unless they've changed it the best thing on the menu is the Oreo hot fudge sundae

[major-general-marjorine]

favourite ice cream flavor?

[ps: i am bored and u are cool so i might accidentally spam u with questions. hope thats alr!! ;w;]

fine by me! I really like cookies and cream, tho strawberry is also good :D

#Also those Ben and Jerry’s flavors with brownies and fudge and stuff r always good #I prefer multiple flavors at once over just one flavor #best ice cream I ever had I packed like 9 different flavors into one cone it was so so good #it was an Oreo cone too ugh. Delicious #4 of the flavors were types of chocolates tho so it wasn’t as varied as it sounds XD

[blueskiesandstarrynights]

Here are a bunch of B. Dylan Hollis's recipes typed up in google docs for those who want to make these recipes.

I've only got a few so far, but I'll continue to type up the ones he likes and add them here. Shoot me an ask if you have any requests for recipes to type up, but please check the original version of the post first. When I add new recipes, I edit the original post and then srb it for others to see.

DISCLAIMER: A lot of his videos he goes pretty fast or does not include exact measurements, so they may not be 100% accurate, but I'm typing them up to the best of my abilities.

Boiled Cookies

Almond Milk

Pinto Bean Cake

Pumpkin Quickies

Ice Cream Bread

Magic Cookie Bars

Velveeta Fudge

Scotcheroos

Chow Mein Cookies

Ice Cream Cone Cupcakes

Deep Fried Oreos

Corn Starch Cookies

Copycat Almond Joys

Magic Peanut Butter Cookies

Cowboy Cookies

Leftover Bread Pancakes

Avocado Ice Cream

Avocado Bread

Magic Cinnamon Sticks

Peanut Butter Bread

Peppermint Patties

Christmas Crack

Eggnog

Apple Cider Cookies

Baked Apples

Deep Fried Cookie Dough

Potato Chip Cookies

Chocolate Zucchini Bread

#b dylan hollis #recipes #vintage #blue rambles

[bruisedboys]

ok so i think about eddie ordering food for shy reader 😭like he so so would. i know it’s a simple thing but he’s be so sweet about like “i got you sweet thing don’t worry about it” 🥹

I want someone to order food for me tbh. like I’d probably start crying

shy!fem!reader 0.7k words

You’re anxious about it before you even get inside the diner.

Talking to strangers is not your strong suit, and waitresses are no exception. You’ll do anything to avoid ordering your own food, even if it means going without something you actually want, because you’re always so scared of messing up, of making a fool of yourself. It’s silly, really. But you can’t help yourself.

Eddie notices your discomfort not long after it begins.

“Y/N.” Eddie’s ringed finger taps your hand where it’s curled around a menu. “What’s up? You feeling okay?”

You look up from your menu, where you’d been scoring it for the option that’s easiest to get your clumsy tongue around, and meet Eddie’s eyes. He’s a mirror of you, gazing right back with his own menu propped up in front of him.

“I feel fine,” you say. It’s half true.

Eddie scrutinises you for a second. He’s gotten very good at reading you and knowing what you’re thinking without you even opening your mouth.

You try not to look like you’re a bubble of anxiety right now. You’re sure it doesn’t work, but after a moment Eddie shrugs.

“If you say so, babe.” His eyes fall to your menu and he tilts his forehead towards it. “What looks good, hm? What d’you feel like?”

You turn back to your menu. “Maybe the waffles?” You say unsurely. “I don’t know. There’s so much to choose from.”

Eddie hums, his fingers tap tap tapping on the shiny table surface. You watch him put his chin in one hand, elbow propped up in front of him, a dangly bracelet hanging from his wrist. He’s so pretty, so effortlessly cool. You sometimes wish you had his level of coolness. If you ever told him that he’d first, get a huge ego boost and second, tell you you’re way cooler than him and totally out of his league. So not true, you think.

“Waffles sounds good,” Eddie’s saying thoughtfully. “Did you want to get a milkshake, too?” He grins suddenly and meets your eyes. “They have Oreo.”

Your heart does a little stutter at the fact that he always remembers your favourites of everything. Favourite colour, favourite place for takeout, favourite milkshake flavour.

“Yeah, okay,” you agree, smiling big. He’s maybe the sweetest boy you’ve ever met. You forget all about your predicament for a moment.

The moment doesn’t last long. A waitress appears at your table, ready to take your orders.

“What can I get you two today?” She asks sweetly.

There’s no reason to be nervous, there really isn’t, but you can’t help it. Your heart starts pounding like crazy. You’re hastily going through your order in your head, trying to memorise it so you don’t get tongue-twisted, when Eddie beats you to it.

“Uh, okay, I’ll have the hot fudge cake, please,” he says casually, lifting his chin from where it was resting in his hand. Then he gestures to you, elbow braced on the table. “And she’ll have … the waffles, right, babe?”

He’s looking at you, smiling softly. His brown eyes all sweet and understanding. You’re stunned, but not surprised. Because of course he’s figured out what’s bothering you and saved you from it, without even having to ask. You nod soundlessly and offer the waitress a weak smile.

She jots down the orders and smiles at both of you. “Anything else?”

“Oh yeah, one Oreo milkshake, please,” Eddie adds with a grin, winking at you across the table. “Thanks a lot.”

The waitress takes your menus and you watch her go. Your heart’s still thumping, but you’re not sure if it’s the lingering anxiety or your complete and utter infatuation with your boyfriend. You’d put your bets on the second.

You turn back to said boyfriend and give him your best, most grateful smile.

“Thanks, Eds,” you say quietly. You try to sound as grateful as you feel. It makes your words all sticky and sweet. Lovesick, almost. You can’t bring yourself to be embarrassed about it.

Eddie grins and reaches across the table to take your hand in his. His rings are warm against your skin, his thumb warmer as it rubs over the back of your hand.

“Don’t worry about it, sweet thing,” he says. He pushes his fingers between yours, the heels of your hand pressing together on the table. “I got you.”

-

#★ mal writes! #ღ eds #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x fem!reader fluff #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x shy!reader #✉️

[seireiteihellbutterfly]

Sundae Tropes - Milestone Event - CLOSED 🍨

Well, hello everyone! I can’t believe it’s finally happened but we’re celebrating a milestone! 300 followers?! Like what? I want to thank each and every single one of you for supporting my little blog. I love the interaction and going forward, hope to have more engagement with everyone. To celebrate, I thought I’d throw together a little event. This is intended to be an 18+ event, so minors MDNI. Welcome to Sundae Tropes! Open to all my followers and moots!

Give it up for the talented @actuallysaiyan for the super cute banner!

Rules

🍨 Make your sundae!

1. Pick a flavor of ice cream 2. Choose 1 or 2 toppings - One per group 3. Pick a man (or woman) from either Bleach or JJK 4. Please note the waffle cone option if none of the toppings appeal to you

So for example, your request could look something like Chocolate with whipped cream and caramel with Renji.

🍨Please note: Since this is meant to celebrate my moots and followers, I will not be accepting anon requests. Anyone who follows me and wants to submit a request, but are shy to have their name show up, please DM me, and I will add your request to the list and reach out to you separately when I’m done writing, without responding to the ask publicly. 

🍨 The reader will by default be written as female unless specified otherwise. Please have a look at my rules for characters I don’t write. All characters are either written as adults or aged up.

🍨Also, since each fandom has certain characters more popular than others, I’m capping the number of requests I receive for these characters. 

🍨This will be open for a week (closing April 12th). 

🍨I will be writing a good number of these and will be feeding all requests into a random generator to pick what order I’m writing these in. 

Flavors

Vanilla - High school sweethearts 

Chocolate - Boss/secretary

Strawberry -  Enemies to Lovers 

Rocky Road - Teacher/student

Cookie dough - Strangers in a foreign city

Coffee - Friends to lovers

Moose Tracks - Fake dating

Mint chocolate chip - Soulmates

Butterscotch - Forced proximity

Cookies and Cream - Marriage pact

Fudge - Captor/Captive

Peanut butter - Secret Billionaire

Butter Pecan- Love Triangle (pick 2 characters)

Birthday cake- Amnesia/Mistaken identity 

Cotton Candy- Secret Admirer 

Cherry- Return to hometown/reunion love 

Toppings (pick up to 2 - one from each group)

Group 1

Sprinkles - Threesome (pick 2 characters)

Whipped cream - Creampie, Breeding Kink

Crushed Oreos - Clit spanking, Nipple play, Bondage

Marshmallow -  Teasing, Edging, Toys

Kit Kats - Exhibitionism, Dirty talk, Hair pulling

Maraschino Cherries - Praise kink, Lingerie, Blowjob

Strawberries - Passionate/romantic sex, Emotional bond

M&Ms - Virginity loss, Soft sex, Sweet talking

Group 2

Banana - Doggystyle

Reeses Pieces- Cowgirl

Chocolate-covered pretzels - Missionary

Nutella - Butterfly Position

Caramel - Thirst Position

Gummy bears - Facesitting

Brownie bits - 69

Chocolate chips -  Lotus position

Kinks and fetishes not your thing? Want something fluffy and SFW? Add a waffle cone to any flavor! Pick a waffle cone prompt from the list below:

A waffle cone request could look like: Vanilla waffle cone #4 with Gojo

"I'm going on a blind date." "In hopes of them actually being blind?"

"Is there something I can do to make it easier?"

“Don’t you dare walk away right now!”

“Do you miss us?”

"I trust you with all of my heart."

“I have the feeling that you’re trying not to kiss me and I give you permission to just do it.”

“Do you want my jacket?”

"You're all my favorite things about the world concentrated into one person”

"You hugged me like your personal pillow."

“Oh, just shut up, I’m not blushing!”

“Morning cuddles are the best part of the day.”

“Of course I know the way you like your coffee.”

"My heart dances every time I look at you."

Why is your stupid face just so kissable?”

“Your laugh is contagious.”

"I never believed in love at first sight before I met you."

all dividers by @/ cafekitsune Prompts from @/ creativepromptsforwriting

#bleach #jujustu kaisen #jjk #tumblr milestone #300 followers #followers event #sundae tropes #bleach smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #lovely moots 💕 #Awesome followers #vee writes #nanami kento x reader #gojo satoru x reader #byakuya kuchiki x reader #ichigo kurosaki x reader #jushiro ukitake x reader

[dellalyra]

Family Formation - Part Seventeen

Request: yes but I have lost it

CW: pregnancy, doctors, a lil spicy, oral and breeding kink kinda vibe, nothing like crazy

A/N: sorry for the wait I was on a trip to see my familyyyyyy I forget who requested this :):) but someone wanted more about the pregnancy and I needed something light and easy to get back into the swing of things - gonna get maybe 3 parts this week !!!!

Masterlist

After the discovery of your pregnancy, you both waited to tell anyone outside of immediate family for several weeks.

Of course, that was the intention.

But things never go according to plan, do they?

Obviously, as your doctor – Shoko found out first. Well, technically – Gojo was the first, then you, then Shoko. Then Nanami walked in and found out. You obviously couldn’t keep such huge news from Megumi, so you told him after a few days.

“Hey ‘Gumi, can you pass me the syrup?” You say to the boy beside you. It had been Saturday morning tradition to have waffles (the only thing Satoru exceeds at making) for about 7 years by now, you no longer had Tsumiki – but it was still important to gather together, you hoped you could still do it every few weeks once Megumi starts at Jujutsu High in a few months. Today though, you and Satoru had made extra tiny waffles and put out a small plate and a small cup. Megumi, never the best in the morning, had yet not noticed the odd place setting and ill-fitting waffles.

But it didn’t take long.

“Why are the waffles so small?” He sleepily asks Satoru.

“For tiny hands, Megumi! Duh! Silly sausage!” He laughs at him, with a wink at you.

“Gotta gets practicing, good sizing ‘toru.” You say, winking back.

Megumi looks so confused between you both but brushes it off as the fact that both his parents are insane.

He eats another waffle (he’s a growing boy), and watches Satoru pile fudge and syrup on his and you put crushed Oreo’s and white chocolate sauce on yours and then moves to grab the coffee pot, when he sees the tiny plate and tiny cup.

“Are you two trying some Alice in Wonderland shit?” He says, completely aware of the harebrained schemes you both concoct.

“Nah.” Satoru says, shaking his head.

“Just getting used to having a little one at the table is all.” You shrug, as if this is a totally casual thing to say.

Megumi’s face remains uninterested if slightly irked for a few seconds before his eyes widen and jaws drops.

“Wait – mom, are you pregnant?” He asks staring at you.

“Yeah, sweetie.”

“Holy shit.”

“That’s what I said.” Satoru chimes in.

“Are you like – okay?” Asks Megumi and you nearly giggle at his awkwardness.

“A little nauseous and tired, but me and the baby are super healthy. You’ll have a baby sister or brother in 7 months' time.” You lean back in your chair with a hand on your slightly bloated belly.

“It’s definitely a boy! And we’re gonna call him Megumi 2.0.” Satoru chimes in.

“No, we’re not.” Megumi replies – sterner than a 15-year-old should be.

“Okay then how about Satoru Junior?” Suggests your husband.

“No.” You mutter, giggling at your boys.

Silence falls as you laugh.

Megumi is looking at the table, and you worry he is unhappy with the news.

But that’s swiftly assuaged.

“I don’t care if it’s a boy or a girl - it’s gonna be really cool to have a baby around. I always liked the idea of being a big brother.” He shrugs, still looking at the table but you can see a small smile on his face and you and Satoru exchange smiles because for Megumi, this is the equivalent of jumping up and down in happiness.

You asked Megumi to keep it to himself until you were 3 months, he wasn’t really your concern – Satoru was the issue. He could barely contain himself.

At week 14, you were sitting waiting to hear from Shoko whether the little one was a boy or a girl, Satoru had taken to calling the baby ‘lil’mochi’ and you just about melted every time.

“Gojo, Y/N – I would like to formally introduce you to –” Shoko says as she turns the screen of the ultrasound machine toward you.

“Your son.”

You let out a sob and Satoru let’s put a cheer as you leap and wrap your arms around him.

“We’re gonna have a baby boy, ‘toru! Mochi is a boy!”

“Hi Satoru Junior!” He says pressing kisses all over your tummy.

“No.”

You told the rest of the students by getting them all T-shirts with ‘Gojo Babysitting Gang’ on them, squeals from Nobara and tears from Yuuji and Panda and cheers from Inumaki and Maki rang out across the field that day.

As your belly started to grow, your family became so protective that you never walked across the school alone. Megumi was tentative around you, completely unsure of how to handle and approach you, a pregnant woman, but Satoru was the worst.

He had become insatiable. Even more than usual. The first time you turned sideways, and he noticed your tiny bump underneath your pyjamas he went feral, thighs over his shoulders and you pinned against the walls as he worshiped you like a goddess on his knees.

The bigger the bump got, the worse it got.

“Satoru – you can’t get me any more damn pregnant.” You giggled one day as he wiggled your panties down your legs.

“I’m the strongest, I can do anything Princess. Just look so damn pretty, fuck, look at ya, all round with my baby.”

He had taken to loving having you on top, swollen tits bouncing in his face with every rise of your body. There was just something about every single person knowing that he had done that, you were swollen and glowing and plump with his child – that inside you was his baby.

You of course, weren’t complaining – hormones making everything so sensitive that your husband’s already phenomenal talents were even more valuable to your heightened body.

He was so soft with you too, bathing you when you got to the end of your pregnancy, catering to any craving, he would rub Shea butter into your bump with you laying with your back to his chest every night and then he’d put his hand on your lap so he could talk to the baby as you played with his hair.

You were his world, his princess, and you were making a whole entire human – he thinks you might actually be the strongest.

The nursery you guys had decorated was perfect. Forest green walls, fairy lights and toadstool lamps decorating the room – all the furniture vintage and dark wood and the crib for when the baby was older surrounded by the softest sheets money could buy.

The day you were waiting for wasn’t coming as fast as you wanted. You were two weeks overdue now – it was June, it was hot, it was humid and you were getting miserable. You were heavy and sweaty and tired and this damn baby was as stubborn as it’s father. You had taken maternity leave from teaching at the school a month ago but you still somehow ended up there daily. Today, loose flowing maternity dress decorated with strawberries swaying around you, you carried a basket of goodies toward the training field where you knew your husband would be with the first years.

“Guys! Stop! There’s a goddess on the field!” Satoru shouts at the kids, dropping to his knees in front of you and pressing kisses to the bump – receiving a few kicks at the sound of their papa's voice.

“Hi Y/N!” Yuuji says.

“Y/N! You’re the most stylish pregnant woman I think I’ve ever seen, omg!” Nobara squeals.

“Hey mom.” A shrug from Megumi.

“I brought snacks, I was bored as shit at home - there’s mochi and candied fruit, some sandwiches and lemonade.” You say, placing the picnic basket beside you.

“You okay, Princess?” Satoru rises and pulls you into his chest and kisses the crown of your head and you melt into him, feeling at ease now he’s with you. A twinge in your tummy, another Braxton hick's contraction.

“It’s hot and your baby is stubborn.” You mutter, pouting.

“He’s like his momma.”

“He’s like his papa.”

“He’s like you both.” Comes from Megumi who has opened the sandwiches.

He might be right.

You both sit and rest with the first years when you begin talking about your cursed technique and its effects.

“Vine whip? That sounds awesome!” Yuuji shouts.

You stand (with a lot of effort and help from Satoru) and reached out your arms, pointing it at a distant training dummy and using your technique to wrap a vine around them and then smack it to the ground.

You froze.

Cheers erupted from your tiny audience.

You slowly turned.

“‘Toru.” Your eyes widened.

“Princess?”

“It’s time.”

“Time for what?” He cocks his head – the kids are looking between you both.

“‘Toru, my water just broke.”

A beat of silence as everyone’s eyes drops and see the little wet patch of grass by your feet.

“Holy shit!”

And with that you were lifted bridal style and sprinted toward Shoko’s office – choruses of ‘we love you!’ And ‘you got this’ echoing from the field.

Akio Ryu Tadashi Gojo was born 13 hours later.

And welcomed by the most adoring, loving, doting parents the world had seen.

#jjk #jjk x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #anime #dad!gojo #gojo smut #pixie writes: family formations

[gennyanydots]

One Year Old Wingman

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x f!reader

Part of the Spitfire Universe

Christmas was your favorite holiday. You loved finding the perfect presents for people. You loved seeing all the lights people put up. You loved all the decorations everywhere. Your whole apartment was decorated. You were so excited once everyone else started to celebrate too. (You started the day after Halloween)

You’re especially excited for the Dagger Christmas party. This was your second year coming to the Dagger Squad Christmas party with Bob. Last year even though you had known everyone for almost a year you still felt a little weird going to the Christmas party. It was a new experience so you were ever so slightly uncomfortable. Bob said it was a white elephant but so many people did them differently.

This year however you were sooooo excited. You knew what you were getting into. You understood how their white elephant exchange worked. Plus you had the best gifts.

The gift exchange rules were that everyone brings three presents. The more random the better. Then everyone picks out one gift from the pile and opens it. You can trade presents but each present can only be traded three times. Once it’s been traded three times whoever ends up with it keeps it. Then it starts again. Sometimes the presents were bought with certain people in mind and sometimes they weren’t. There was a $20 limit on the presents. It was also decided that kids were excluded so they could get all the presents imaginable from their adopted extended family. Which meant Eli was about to be in heaven. Plus you heard that Grandpa Mav got him an entire platter of chicken nuggets just for him.

Last year had been pretty funny. You’re pretty sure you remember Rooster ending up with a lacy nightie and Payback going home with a Christmas cat sweater.

When Bobby picked you up you skipped to his truck with your gifts in a bag and a tray of cookies and homemade chocolates in your hand. You made a ton of fudge, Oreo balls, and so many Buckeyes since everyone had loved them last year. Nobody had heard of them before you brought them and now they were everyone’s favorite because who wouldn’t want a sweet peanut butter ball dipped in chocolate to look like a Buckeye? They’re the best Christmas time treat and a long standing tradition in your family.

On the drive to Maverick’s hanger Bob tried to swipe something off your tray at least five times like he hadn’t had at least one of each of the things last night when you made everything. He was your official taste tester, something he took very seriously. Every time he tried though you smacked his hand and glared at him. The whole tray has to at least make it in the door.

And it did. However the second you walked in Bob took it from you and the whole dagger squad was on it in an instant. You just rolled your eyes. It wasn’t like you didn’t have whole containers at home filled with more treats. Bobby knew about the containers but he didn’t care. It was more fun this way.

The party was fun. Lots of yummy food. Lots of singing along to Christmas songs old and new.

Soon it was time for the present exchange. Jake ended up with one of your gifts, a photo frame with a bunch of scratch lottery tickets. He guarded that with his life. His wife rolled her eyes at him. Fanboy ended up with another one of your presents, a candle you found that came in a tin that says “I love you for your personality but that dick is a huge bonus.” Payback got your third gift, a Snuggie. He immediately got it out and wrapped himself up in it. Someone had put in pregnancy tests, you’re pretty sure it was Jake’s wife, and Mav ended up with them. Poor guy just looked confused. Rooster ended up with a swear word coloring book with crayons. He almost missed the third round because he was coloring. Bob got a yodeling pickle. You ended up with a ugly Christmas sweater skirt. All in all it was a really fun time.

You all watched as Jake and his wife helped little Eli open his presents. He was so excited to get so many new toys. You and Bob got him a piano floor mat which you have a sneaking suspicion that Rooster is going to steal it from Eli one day and see if he can play ‘Great Balls of Fire’ on it. You saw him eyeing it when Eli opened it. Coyote got Eli a pair of aviator sunglasses. Eli hadn’t taken them off yet, clearly wanting to be cool like his dada.

After all the presents were opened everyone was just hanging around and spending time together before everyone parted ways for leave to visit family and friends. You were chatting with Jake’s wife and Phoenix. Eli came toddling over to the three of you. All three of you started to coo over him telling him how cute he is. It didn’t occur to you that he had changed onesies until Jake’s wife picked him up and turned to you.

“I think Eli has a question for you, babe,” She says and hands Eli to you.

You look at her confused and take Eli.

“Read his shirt,” She says winking at you.

You hold Eli out a little bit in front of you to get a better view of it, “‘Will you marry my Uncle Bobby?’ Huh?”

Jake’s wife smirks at you and takes Eli from your hands while Phoenix turns you around to see Bobby down on one knee holding out a velvet box. Both of your hands immediately cover your mouth as you stare at Bob.

“Eli is cuter than I am. He makes a good wingman,” Bob says with a chuckle. “So baby, will you? Please?”

You start nodding your head afraid to say anything because you’re pretty sure you’ll start sobbing.

Everyone cheers as Bob stands up. You practically throw yourself into Bob’s arms who catches you easily.

You kiss all over his face repeating “yes” over and over again while a few tears leak from your eyes.

Bob grins and holds you close before pulling away to grab your left hand to put the ring on your finger.

You knew Christmas was your favorite holiday for a reason.

#bob floyd x reader #robert bob floyd x reader #robert floyd x reader #bob x reader #spitfire universe #bob x female reader

[ejzah]

A/N: Kensi and Deeks enjoy a late night snack.

***

Deeks, whispering to Kensi: Do you want caramel?

Kensi, taking whip cream and fudge sauce out of the fridge: Of course. Ooh, and extra sprinkles.

Deeks nods, adding both to a bowl.

Rosa, walking into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes: Kensi, Deeks, why are you eating ice cream in the middle of the night.

Deeks, shrugging as he places massive scoops of moose tracks into two bowls: We were up anyway, so we figured why not.

Kensi, waving a spoonful of fudge: So we figured, why not live our best, sleep-deprived lives, and eat the ice cream.

Rosa: I love you both, but sometimes you’re still so strange.

Deeks: Does that mean you don’t want any?

Rosa: No. *she pulls up a chair* Can I have Oreos on mine?

Deeks, smiling: A daughter after my own heart.

Kensi, thoughtfully: I wonder if we have any peanut butter.

#ncis la #densi #marty deeks #kensi blye #Rosa #dialogue drabble

[everliving-everblaze]

Best Kotlc Quote: Match 1.17

Quote 1

"Because our family doesn't decide who we are. We decide who we are. Believe me, it drives my parents crazy. And sometimes that's the only thought that gets me through the day."

- Keefe Sencen, Everblaze, Chapter 54

Quote 2

That night Sophie dreamed the Keebler elves were holding her hostage until she perfected all their cookie recipes. Then she told them she liked Oreos better, and they tried to drown her in a giant vat of fudge. She woke in a cold sweat and decided sleep was overrated.

- Keeper of the Lost Cities, Chapter 6

#best kotlc quote bracket

[gakusbearemoji]

Red Petals- Teaser

Everyday you check your locker there’s red petals and a letter. Never signed , you never know where it’s coming from. Life is weird. Then comes the disappearances.

warnings: yandere!taki, fem!reader, highschool au, blood, death, gore, knives and guns, (all those silly little things), kissing, kidnapping, death of minors, stockholm syndrome.

As the bell rung, you hopped up from your desk and ran out of the door. Today, Niki had set up a picnic date for the two of you. He had bought chocolate covered oreos, strawberries, and some peanut butter fudge. He also bought a bag of your favorite chips and a teddy bear for you. But you didn’t know that yet.

So when you went to put your books in your locker, the last thing you expected was to see a bunch of rose petals on your math book. The first thing your brain assumed was that Niki had given you a gift as a prequel to your date. You giggled to yourself, placing your books on top of the petals. As you did, a note fell out of your locker. You picked it up, seeing a kiss on the back and smiling to yourself thinking about how Niki had to put lipstick on to make this. Little did you know he was smiling too. He loves your smile, the way your eyes slightly close. Just adorable.

Watching you from around the corner, how you open the note and your eyes scan the tiny cardstock paper.

Dear ______,

I love you. You are the best thing to ever happen to me. I don’t know what I would do without you. Meet me in the old art room at 3:30 p.m Monday. Come alone <3

X.O., your true love.

He watched as you pocketed the note and shut your locker in confusion. If you were still the same old girl he knew, you would show up.



#&team #&team fanfic #taki &team #&team x reader #&team imagines

[storiesofsvu]

Spring Carnival

Derek Morgan x fem!reader Warnings: language maybe? just a lil fluff drabble. Covers the spring carnival square for bingo!

You were honestly amazed when spring rolled around and Derek actually had a little bit of extra time on his hands. Between work, and the warmer weather the more optimal temperatures for renovating houses, you hadn’t expected it at all. Instead as the air finally began to warm, the sunshine and days lasting longer and longer, flowers fully in bloom, you were able to have more regular date nights. You’d have a nice dinner ready and waiting for Derek when he showed up at your place after a day of work, or he’d take you out on the town for a nice weekend evening out.

This weekend he nudged you awake earlier than normal, prompting you to get in the shower while he got breakfast ready. Once you were dressed, you wandered out to the kitchen to find a pancake breakfast fresh off the stove ready and waiting, the coffee pot steaming, your favourite creamer beside your prized mug. You let out a happy shriek, wrapping yourself around Derek, peppering him in kisses that he chuckled at,

“C’mon, let’s get some food into you, we’ve got a big day ahead of us baby girl.”

“Oh really?” You questioned over your first bite of pancake and he grinned across the table at you.

“Carnival’s in town, did you forget already?”

With a small giggle from you he leant in, stealing a syrupy sticky kiss, breakfast taking priority once again, because he was right, it would be a very long and fun filled day.

*

The grounds were full, but not too crowded, warm but not too hot, a very gentle breeze blowing through the air, bringing the smells of deep fried goodness, fresh food, and weird delicacies meant only to be consumed on fair grounds. Derek wrapped an arm around you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head that you smiled at, reaching to link your hands together, able to weave through the crowds easily.

Less than ten steps later you found the mini donuts, and didn’t even have to ask, barely looking at your boyfriend before he was tugging you toward the line. Sprinkles of cinnamon and sugar stuck to your lips and fingers as you groaned over the delicious, once a year treat. Finding a nearby lemonade stand you grabbed your favourites and perused a couple of aisles of shopping and games while you ate, Derek tossing an arm around your shoulders, occasionally stealing a bite of a mini donut, or offering to feed you a powdered one instead.

“Where to sweetness?” He asked, tossing the wrappers into the trash and your face lit up.

“Rides!!” You squealed, pouncing back at him and he let out a low rumble of a chuckle, the grin staying on his face as you moved to buy tickets to hit up the best rides the midway could give you.

Derek’s personal favourites were the more intense ones, the coasters and zippers where you clung tightly to him, screams a little more than ones of intense joy. He’d tuck you into his shoulder, assuring you that he’s got you, and you’d let out a little nervous laugh that he found was incredibly adorable. It was always reassuring when you got off the ride and your cheeks were split in a wide grin, asking if you could ride again and he knew you weren’t actually that scared. You loved the cheesy fun house style rides, making him stop for multiple selfies along the way, though he was more than happy to snap pics of your smiling face, anything to see you happy. You dragged him to a couple of the more kiddie rides, but he still laughed his way through them.

Once you’d conquered the fair grounds for your adrenaline rushes, you alternated between food booths and games. Deep fried Oreos while you swapped off who tossed some darts at balloons, taco in a bag while you watched Derek shoot hoops for the biggest prize they had (which of course he won just for you, sly grin on his cheeks). Specialty flavoured ice creams only available at the carnival, homemade mash up flavours of creamy fudge. Fresh fruit kebabs to balance things out, mixed in with a few beers here and there to combat the heat of the day.

Derek cheered you on in all the games you wanted to play, and you made a brief stop in at your absolute favourite rides as the sky started to darken. You picked up some last minute snacks, sodas and beers as you made your way to the grassy field near the back of the grounds, the perfect spot to watch the nightly fireworks. You dropped into the grass, settling in between Derek’s lap, the oversized giraffe he’d won you in your arms in front of you. You snuggled into his embrace, shivering slightly in the cool breeze and he chuckled, nuzzling himself into your neck, showering it with sticky kisses.

He couldn’t help but smile down at the happy grin on your face, the sparkling in your eyes as they reflected the fireworks in the night sky. Moments like this, days like this, they were always the ones that meant the most to him. You loved him completely unconditionally, and he returned it just as much. He loved his work, his hobbies, and you loved him with those as well, never making a fuss over things. You had your own lives, but those days when the two of you got to come together like this just truly took the cake.

Derek gently tugged you up from the grass when the fireworks were finally done, laughing at the way you let out a tired whine.

“M’tired….” You pouted, “don’t wanna walk all the way back.”

“Lucky you’re cute.” He teased with a prod to your side before turning his back to you and crouching down, “hop on baby girl.”

You let out a little giggle, as sleepy as it was before wrapping yourself around his back, legs securing around his waist before he stood to his full height and began to make his way back the car. The stuffed giraffe swaying in front of him (that you’d affectionately named Gerard), every so often you would rip a small handful of cotton candy out from the bag and offer it to your boyfriend, giggling as his lips would wrap around your fingers, sucking the sticky sweetness from them. You’d swat against his shoulder when he playfully stole the bite that was meant for you and he’d simply tease you that that was his payment for the ride, that he needed the extra energy for the trip.

Back at the car he dropped you to your feet, wrapping a steady arm around you so you didn’t teeter on your sore legs. You let out a happy hum, wrapping your arms around him and popping up onto your toes for a kiss.

“Thank you for today baby. It was so much fun.”

“Anything for you sweetness.” He replied with a grin, quickly snagging another kiss before you let out a heavy yawn and he laughed, “alright, lets get you into the car before you pass out on me.”

“I love you Derek.”

“I love you too baby.”

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[oshawottarchive]

Decorations

Misako placed the star on the top of Christmas tree, smiling. She looked down from the ladder. “Don’t you want to help, Lloyd?”

Her son sat on the couch, watching the tree get decorated. “Don’t feel like it.” He leaned back, hands behind his head. “I’m kinda tired.”

Garmadon looked at him. “You sure? The trees almost done?” The Sensei placed another bobble onto a branch. “It’s really fun.”

The Green Ninja shrugged. “I just don’t want to, is that too much to ask?”

Misako frowned. “We’re just worried about you, you usually love the holidays. He looked away from his mother’s questioning gaze. “I guess I’m just. . . .”

He sighed. “I just don’t feel up to it this year.”

“What if we get your boyfriend to come help us?” Garmadon smiled.

Lloyd blushed. “My-my boyfriend??” “Brad Tudabone?” Misako placed a tiny reindeer statue in between some ornaments. “From Darkley’s? Isn’t he your boyfriend?”

Lloyd picked up a nearby book and used it to cover his face. “Y-yes.” He usually wasn’t shy about his relationship with Brad, but his parents bringing it up was a tad bit embarrassing — or maybe that was just his paranoia talking.

Garmadon laughed softly. “Cole and Jay could pick him up after their date.” He offered. “Your friend Gene could come along, too.”

Lloyd nodded. “Yeah, that’d be nice.” He put the book down. “I think that would make me feel much better.” He smiled. *Maybe we can have fun decorating after all.*

— — —

Lloyd placed the Santa plushie on the shelf, smiling to himself. He looked down from the ladder at Brad, who was at the bottom. “That looks pretty good.” The Green Ninja decided. Brad nodded. “Looks great next to all the gnomes.”

“You guys gonna get some snacks?” Kai called over to them from his place by the kitchen. “Cole’s gonna eat everything if you don’t get over here!”

Gene rolled his eyes. “He already ate /all/ the Oreos. I mean—“ He blushed with embarrassment. “Not that I care. . . .”

“Come on, Gene.” Brad laughed. “We know you love your Oreos.” “Yeah, Gene. We’ve known you for years, you can’t hide this from us.”

“Okay, fine, so what? You guys love candy a lot more then I like cookies.” The two burst into a fit of laughter. “Okay, okay, you got us.” Lloyd wiped a tear from his eye. “Now we should go get something to eat before I fall off this ladder.”

Climbing down the ladder, he watched his friends and family: Kai and Nya having a contest of who could eat the most leftover Day of the Departed candy, Garmadon and Misako putting up scented candles, Zane baking cookies, Cole eating as much food as he could reach, Jay playing his switch, and Gene sitting on the couch, eating a chocolate fudge-striped cookie.

Lloyd smiled at Brad. *This is gonna be the best Christmas ever.*

#Ninjago fanfiction #Ninjago #Lloyd garmadon #Christmas #sensei garmadon #garmadon #misako ninjago #garmasako #brad tudabone #greenflowershipping #gene ninjago #cole brookstone #jay walker #Kai smith #Nya smith #Zane Julien #bruiseshipping

[average-joseph]

The poets favorite ice cream flavor.

Neil. - I will always see Neil as a middle school girl so he gets bubblegum.

Todd. - Todd likes simple flavors that only have one taste and that he can guarantee will taste the same from store to store. He likes strawberry.

Charlie. - He's such a snob for ice cream and he refuses to get anything normal. He likes some "rare" flavor like watermelon chocolate chip. Little does he know it's just gross.

Cameron. - He's lactose intolerant.

Knox. - He's so basic booooo. He likes oreo booorriinnnggg. Anyone who says oreo is their favorite ice cream thinks they're sooooo crazy but they're actually more boring than people who like vanilla. Knox 👏 is 👏 people 👏.

Meeks. - He's absolutely based because he likes mint chocolate chip.

Pitts. - Imagine the most tooth rotting sweet flavor you could imagine. Like something a 4 year old would get. Picture whatever triple chocolate butter brownie fudge means. Some monstrosity like that.

✨️Bonus.✨️

Keating. - He would get coffee ice cream because he's cool and based and it's the best flavor.

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