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#little lunch notes . . .
loadinghellsing · 5 months
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The first time Vlad stayed up late enough to learn about Anderson's morning meal, or well, lack there of...
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Vlad did wind up making him breakfast. Downside is... Anderson felt so guilty it was a miracle he didn't start crying. Don't want to over salt the food with tears now do we.
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Vlad has since learned that if he makes himself a late night snack, he can safely set aside the leftovers with a note for Anderson to eat in the morning (or take for lunch).
In response, Anderson always leaves a note;
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artinandwritin · 1 month
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I forgot to post this haha (that's what being too busy with animation brings you oops) but anyway!! Older gussiri designs bc I think they deserved that (they did have designs in my mind but I had never made a reference for them haha)
Plus some notes on what they're up to at that age! They're so silly <333
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pavstars · 1 year
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more rohan rambling
author’s note: the joke here is that he’s supposed to be my least favorite. so why am i writing for him again? curse you kishibe rohan!!!
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    Rohan who’s so so bad at expressing his feelings. Minimal pda in public, rare occasions where he tells you he loves you early in the mornings in bed or late at night in the kitchen, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you.
You’ll find it in the little gestures. Buying you gifts he knows you’ve been eyeing and then rolling his eyes when you bring it up. Sometimes you’ll wake up with more money than you remember in your bank account, and he’ll deny it (although who else would’ve given you so much to go out shopping with your friends?) 
    When he’s working at his desk you find yourself sitting close by, maybe reading or even sketching something yourself. You plop your legs into his lap and although he scoffs, his unoccupied hand is soon tracing circles over your ankle and tugging your chair closer to his to ask for your opinion. 
    His affection is also very teasing, doing things he knows will make your eyes light up and your cheeks grow warm. Candid sketches of you doing the most mundane of activities can be found scattered around his desk, occasionally there’ll be ones he asked you to pose for: “Mm, no raise your head a little more” “To the left…” “No too far.” then finally you angle yourself just right. “Perfect! You’re perfect! Now stay still dear.” he points his pen at you.
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winepresswrath · 9 months
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Aziraphale literally invented situationships, work wives, and guys who are all over you until they realize they've started to cross the line of plausible deniability they made up in their own heads and start frantically backpedaling but Crowley took credit for it & probably got some kind of commendation so who is winning?
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thinking about elementary school teacher steve and his rockstar husband eddie who shows up to the school dressed like he’s on his way to a metal concert to bring steve his lunch he forgot at home
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aroace-polyshow · 5 months
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mmmm. more hw thoughts to distract myself. tsukasa’s good at cooking and packs lunches for his siblings and himself ofc, but once he meets rui he also starts bringing homemade lunches to school for him. and also sends stuff back with rui for nene so neither of them are eating nothing but frozen meals or not eating at all. eventually once the group is closer and they start having sleepovers tsukasa brings food for all of them every single time. its a game to guess what he’s going to bring now. in general i like to think one of tsukasa’s love languages is acts of service and it very much applies to hw. no one is ever starving w/ chef tsukasa around. he loves his friends <3
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yamato less than a week after joining team seven: why do i have the urge to make all of the kids lunch and write “have a great day!” on their napkins
kakashi already carrying three extra lunch bags: you get used to it
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demodoggonetired · 9 months
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Steve walks into their shared apartment to a scene of Eddie face down on their surprisingly plush, thrifted sofa. Various campaign notebooks, sketches, and dnd guides left to spill out his bag onto the floor. 
"I'm home!" 
The only response is a tepid "hHh." as Eddie further burrows his face between the cushions and backrest of the couch. 
Setting aside his bag and keys, Steve strides over to his boyfriend. 
"What's that all about?"
The huddled form emits another "hn." 
"Is that so?" 
"mm."
He takes a seat beside Eddie’s head. Runs a soothing hand along the other’s shoulders, fingers splayed wide. Applies pressure with the heel of his palm. 
Eddie melts further, this time with a minor release of tension. The presence of the other already a balm in itself. 
“Does that mean game day ended badly?” 
Still mostly curled ridged and with as little motion as possible, Eddie shakes his head negative. 
“No?” Steve asks, incredulous. “So then your 9-hour ‘Super, Ultimat-‘ uh… shit… ‘Super. Ultra. Perfect-‘“
“sumpoe.” Eddie corrects punitively into the cushion.
“Sorry, so then your 9-hour ‘Super, Ultra, Mega, Perfect, One-Shot Extravaganza’ went off exactly as you wanted. And then instead of napping in our comfortable bed--that you’d insisted on slathering in pillows because you, and I quote, ‘Wanted to feel like you were being smothered by geese and also just like the jumbles of texture’--you chose to stay out on the couch? Do I have that right?”
“mhm. too bright. couldn’t make it.”
Steve glances at the bay window adorning their living room-kitchen area. Thankfully, enough time seems to have passed since Eddie returned home. The sun now set, the room awashed in its final red hues. 
Even still, as Steve manages to coax him to turn over onto his back, Eddie’s face remains tense. With a sneaking suspicion, Steve smooths out the wrinkle in Eddie’s brow and prompts further, “Yeah? Anything else?”
“head hurts. stomach. nauseous.”
Yea, exactly as he figured. 
“Babe, did you eat anything today? During the 9 hours y’all were at the table?”
“was distracted.”
Steve sighs then gives a reprimanding pinch to Eddie’s cheek. Not hard. He has some mercy for his ailing boyfriend.
Said boyfriend retaliates with a half-hearted, protesting squawk and grabs the offending hand, cuddling into it and biting Steve’s pinky finger. 
Steve lets it happen. 
Instead he choses to stare into the kitchen, subconsciously rubbing small circles into Eddie’s temple even as he’s nibbled. Thinks over what supplies and lighter foods they currently have. 
Half to himself, he comments “I think we still have some saltines left from Robin’s Soup Experiments last week. That should help soak up the stomach acid and get something in your stomach.” He looks back at Eddie laid across the cushions. “You can take some pain meds after that if you want.”
“mkay.”
Steve goes to stand, except-
“Eds, you’ll have to stop biting my hand if you want me to go get the crackers.”
“nope. mine now.” Another, harder bite is given to the digit. 
“Hey- Ow, ow, Eddie, Eds, stop.” A responding, equally harder pinch but this time to Eddie’s nose, lifting up and extricating his finger as he does so. 
“haaa- cheater. appreciate my love bites.”  
With a snort, Steve walks towards the kitchen and begins to collect his well-used, headache-relieving arsenal.
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Later, after saltines and buttered pasta have been eaten and hot towels have cooled, the two lay cuddled in their indeed comfortable and pillow laden bed. Strong, dexterous fingers card through the other’s curls. Gentle nails along the scalp to chase away any lingering pain. 
“Thanks, Stevie. You’re a true lifesaver.” He snuggles into Steve’s chest just that little bit further. “My brain and stomach would have exploded without your care.”
“Well we can’t have that, you need those.”
“Then I’d never be able to DM another Sumpoe day for the group again.” Eddie untucks his head just enough to look at Steve imploringly. “Then you’d have to inherit the job of Dungeon Master as my next of kin and they’d Eat. You. Alive, Stevie!”
“Damn. Guess I better get to studying then, just in case.” The sarcasm drips off in waves.
Not one to be deterred, Eddie sits up and over Steve in a flash. Eyes sparkling with mischief and new ideas as his hands come up on either side of Steve’s face and grab into his jawbone. The hand that was running through Eddie’s hair now dislodged to his shoulder.
“Steve, Stevie-love, Bunny-bear, you’re so, so right. You need to be my DM assistant for our next one shot.” 
Matching his level of dramatics, Steve presses back into his designated pillow and drapes a hand across his forehead.
“Noooo. Don’t make me do it, I’ll be the one to pass away. I can’t keep up with all your funny little lizard voices.”
“But Stevieeee,” Eddie whines. He leans down so he’s level with Steve’s ear, feels the other shiver as he breathes out before adopting one of his ‘funny little lizard voices’ “I wants it!!”
Caught off-guard, Steve breaks, laughing as he flips them. “You’re such a nerd.”
Maintaining his kobold voice and batting his lashes, “But Stevie, I’m your little lizard nerd.”
“Hmm and damned if that doesn’t make me the lucky one.”
And should the next time Eddie hosts another Sumpoe, he happens to find a perfectly packed lunch with tidbits of all his favorite snacks, well then Steve’s just not ready to accept that inheritance yet.
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ninjapancake314 · 2 months
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💌
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thatmexisaurusrex · 1 year
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Just Bucky, handing a homemade lunch to Sam as they walk into the new Avengers campus. Sam's flustered as he grabs his lunch and mumbles a thank you. A few Avengers notice the exchange but say nothing.
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saw this while i was wandering about this morning
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hwaitham · 6 months
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pov ‘m his wife (っ ྀི ॑꒳ ॑c) 🍰⭐️🤍⊹˚˖
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salsflore · 8 months
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thinking about a simple domestic life with ur f/os... matching house slippers and toothbrushes and waking up beside each other. having your pictures framed on the nightstand! doing the laundry together and quietly sharing meals. helping each other get ready in the morning & then coming home to them or vice versa. waking up to the smell of something new they’re baking (hopefully its pleasant, not burnt...) or hearing them sing in the shower at night. seeing their clothes in your closet and their favorite trinkets around the house. literally just co-existing in the same space. give me a second i feel ill
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cinnamon-notes · 1 month
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:')
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mossbone · 2 months
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Gender euphoria win! Your female coworker saw a fuckoff big bug and immediately cried out for *your* help specifically!
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raviniaraven · 5 months
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I gotta draw more Skultech. Feeling the need to remind people that they're canon
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