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violetarks · 4 months

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'cause i got my love to keep me warm!

anime: attack on titan

characters: eren jaeger, mikasa ackerman, porco galliard

summary: christmas isn't christmas without a kiss under the mistletoe!

warnings: g/n! reader, they/them pronouns used, second person pov, i am writing this in november guys, modern! au

↣ eren jeager:

you watched as jean hung up that plant above the entrance to the kitchen from the living room, an open doorway that definitely fit two people comfortably.

"jean... do i even wanna ask?" you huff out, sipping from your glass the sweet alcohol connie had handed to you.

"if you must know, mikasa is arriving soon and she brought desserts so she'll put 'em in the fridge, right?" he steps off the foot stool, putting it to the side. he stands with his hands on his hips, so proud of himself. "so i'll swoop in and help her carry her things and we'll kiss under the mistletoe and she'll fall in love with me."

you chuckle at his scheming, leaning against the wall beside the entrance, jean making sure to step a few feet away to not get caught with you. no offence. "i would be so flattered if someone did this for me."

"first find someone who will tolerate you that isn't sasha or connie." he retorts, stopping himself and look you square in the eyes, "or me. don't look for me. ever."

"oh i would rather gouge my eyes out." you huff, finishing your drink. the empty glass makes you frown. niccolo made such good alcoholic punch, you were downing so much of it. "hey, ymir! where's the rest of the drinks?"

"in the kitchen—ay, don't drink 'em all! not everyone has arrived yet!" she shouts, looking at you with your empty glass. she points a finger at you, as if to threaten, but you roll your eyes and waving your hand at her, leaving jean to his antics he was so proud of.

as you fill up your glass, you hear the last of your friends arrive. mikasa, armin and eren walk in, making everyone cheer and gather arround you. you were imagining jean's excitement as he saw his crush of a couple years. you sat in the kitchen and listened, preparing yourself to go out and talk to your own crush of a couple years. you were hoping that this time, eren and you could have a conversation throughout the night without him running to the bathroom or escaping to hang out with armin.

"y/n, get in here!" reiner calls from the living room, where everyone else was.

you huff back, pushing off the bench, "okay!" walking towards the exit of the kitchen, you fix your shirt and put on a smile. "it's so great to see you guys! it's been forever." you say, seeing eren walking towards you with a box of cupcakes. armin and mikasa say the same thing to you as a greeting. but you blink, seeing jean distraught as mikasa strikes up a conversation with historia and ymir, empty-handed.

"y/n. hey." eren says, giving you a soft smile.

"hi." you respond, looking down at the seal on the top of the box, "mikasa's cupcakes?"

he stops beside you, shrugging his shoulders. "yeah. can you tell which ones i decorated?" he chuckles nervously, watching you scan each dessert.

"ah... well..." you stammer, seeing the weirdly placed icing on a handful of the cupcakes, as well as the messy sprinkles. some of them were only on half of the cupcake. you give eren your best smile. "i would still choose yours over the others."

"thanks." he says back, rubbing the back of his neck. he then notices the glass in your hand. "how do the drinks taste?"

"oh, amazing. they taste so good." you admit, holding up your drink, "it's such a nice colour too. niccolo did very well—..." you held up your glass to the light to inspect the colour, but your eyes fall on something above you instead.

"y/n? what's... wrong?" he asks, looking up where you were. his ears begin to tint pink, face burning. "oh... who—who put that there?"

"jean did, to kiss mikasa." you admit, putting your glass down on the table beside you, taking the box from eren and doing the same thing. you began to feel your face heating up at well, a bit embarrassed. "it doesn't matter, just forget about it. i'll get you a drink."

but as you turn to the kitchen again, eren moves forward, trapping you against the wall of the room. you were out of sight from the rest of the party, eyes wide and staring at the man in front of you. he looked determined, eyes scanning yours.

"eren, what're you doing?" you say, keeping your hands against the wall. his were near your waist, his wrists bumping against you.

"can i?" he asks, gulping. his hair falls a little against his forehead, you watch the strands carefully. you could feel the heat radiating off his body, and see the mad blush over his cheeks. "can i kiss you? please?"

"yes." you say before you can think.

he dives forward, hand resting on your cheek to pull you closer. your hands leave the wall and you don't know where to put them. with gentle hands, you grasp the bottom of his hoodie and kiss back. eren kisses you just as softly, as if to not scare you. he was a little rough on the outside, so his delicate touches and kisses surprise you.

there was a sense of desperation that you could feel, as if he was waiting for this as long as you had. his other hand pulled you against him by your back, kissing you deeper. you let out a quick exhale, only to be pulled back into another kiss. and another. you almost couldn't breathe by how quickly he was kissing you.

"hey, you wanna' bring—WOAH WOAH WOAH!" sasha begins to yell, completely forgetting what she came in to ask you and now waving her hands around to cover her face. a few others run into the room to investigate as you and eren pull away, hands still on each other and staring back at sasha.

"what's wro—..." jean begins, stopping when he notices your position. it's quiet as armin, annie and reiner stare at you as well. you stay in your spot, still tugging on eren's shirt and torso, and eren's arms wrapped around you. jean is quiet before he begins shouting, nearly louder than the music. "WHAT? HOW—WHY ARE YOU KISSING HIM?"

"your stupid mistletoe!" you call back, taking your hands away from eren and pointing to the plant.

"oh so you stand under a mistletoe and you get to make out with someone in the kitchen," jean begins to complain as armin takes the others out of the room for privacy, "but when i do it, i get forced to kiss bertholdt?"

"that was like one time." eren sighs, shoving his hands in his pockets, brushing his face as if to wipe away his pink cheeks.

"whatever, asswipe." jean scowls, flipping the both of you off as he elaves, "enjoy your christmas, traitors."

as you are left alone, quietness consumes you. eren isn't able to meet your eye, much like you struggle to do as well.

but you clear your throat, "uh, yeah, so... thank you?"

"for kissing you?" eren hums, a bit of a smile on his lips.

"yeah? nevermind." you say, even more embarrassed. eren laughs a little, taking a step towards you again. you brace yourself before he places a gentle kiss to your cheek.

"you're welcome. i hope i can kiss you again." eren says, sending you a grin before he takes your hand, "you said these drinks were good, right? i'll try some."

he doesn't let go of your hand as he pours himself a glass. it seems like he has no intention of letting it go either.

↣ mikasa ackerman:

she watches you from the other side of the room, seeing how you laugh at something that sasha said. she grips her glass a little tighter, armin grabbing it from her in fear of it breaking.

"gosh, mikasa..." he huffs, setting it on the table and following her line of sight, "why don't you go up and talk to them?"

"armin..." she mutters out, looking at her friend briefly before he rolls his eyes and listens in to eren and jean's conversation about a recent sports game.

he couldn't be less interested, but it was better than dealing with mikasa's unwavering potectiveness.

"call y/n over here." she says.

"what?" armin says, raising a brow, "why?"

"just do it." mikasa tells him, elbowing his side.

armin winces, rubbing his ribs and waving his hand out at you. "hey, y/n!" he calls, watching you and sasha look his way, "c'mere for a sec!"

you excuse yourself, pattinf sasha's shoulder. she makes a beeline for the food table, where connie and reiner were at the moment. meanwhile, you walked over to armin and mikasa's spot on the couch, where the girl sat straighter and fixed her hair.

"hey, armin. it's good to see you, mikasa." you say, nodding at her and looking back at rhe blonde. mikasa relished in those few seconds, feeling her cheeks burn under your gaze and kind smile. "what's up?"

armin truthfully didn't know what to say. he made it sound like he needed you for something, but he was blank. "i, uh... i'm..." he frantically looked around, briefly at mikasa. she only widened her eyes a little and gave a look that said 'think of something'. he wanted to scold her. but his eyes lay on the drink he had taken from his friend. he perks up. "can you grab something for me?"

you raise your brows, hand out of your pocket and on your hip now. "uh, sure thing. what d'ya need?"

mikasa clenched her hands on her lap, silently cussing out armin. she asked him to bring you here so you could talk to her and be around her. why was he sending you on an errand run now?

"upstairs, i left some alcohol in the study that i forgot to bring down. could you just grab it for me?" he asks, actually remember that he legitamately forgot to get them, "i have to quickly check on the desserts."

"oh yeah, i can do that." you say, giving a thumbs up.

"thanks." he retorts, standing up, "mikasa, can you help her? it's a few bottles."

she blinks and stands up as well. "yeah, i—i can help." she mumbles, staring at you.

"great. just bring them to the kitchen when you're done." armin nods his head and then walks off, leaving you two alone.

you point to the stairs. "should we get going?"

"right." mikasa smiles, following after you.

the both of you leave the party in the living room, going towards the house entrance to go upstairs. it grew quieter, until all you heard was the two pairs of footsteps.

she walks up the stairs behind you, never taking her eyes off the back of your head. your hair looked so nice today, and your shirt hugged your figure so nicely. not to mention, your choice of fragrance today was enchanting. you smelt so nice...

"so, um... i heard you and that student from economics went out together..." mikasa says, trying to hide her deep rooted anger.

she had heard from eren who was told by jean, who was shown by reiner, who got sent a photo from annie, that you were seen on a date at a cafe near the university you all went to, with some random personfrom another course. by the end of the day, she had learnt who it was, what they did, what you two ordered, and that the person had only one girlfriend from early primary school.

you glance over your shoulder at her. "oh... right. well, we're just friends." you explain, shurgging your shoulders, "didn't really work out, it was only one date anyway. we're not interested in each other."

"oh, that's... that's good." mikasa chimes in, a small smile on her face. she couldn't contain her excitement. maybe you were interested in her instead.

"just these ones here, right?" you ask, holding up a few bottles in your hand as you kneeled in the study. mikasa snaps back into reality, nodding her head. "sweet. let's get 'em all."

mikasa begins to collect the alcohol as you do, being careful not to drop any. once they were all acquired, you begin on your way downstairs, making smalltalk with mikasa. about how her holidays are so far, her studies and all. you even ask about eren and armin. you were so considerate too, the way you made sure to carry more than her because you had seen her drink a few glasses before this, while you hadn't.

"you okay, mikasa?" you say from behind her. she nods her head, pleased by your concern. "good, good. i can't wait to try—fuck!"

she turns around just in time to catch a loose bottle once she's on the bottom of the stairs. the bottle doesn't go far, now laying in mikasa's arms. you steady yourself on the second last steps, clutching the alcohol to your chest. you were wide-eyed, staring at her.

"oh my god, i'm so sorry. thank you, mikasa." you say, breathless. she nods her head once and looks up to you on your elevated step, heaving the bottles safely in her hands. her eyes land on something passed you. "is something wrong?"

you follownyour gaze to see the a mistletoe hanging above you. "oh man, who put that there?" you ask, stepping down another step. you look to mikasa, who is staring bsck at you. if you knew anything, you knew the look on her face. a grin lays on your face and you sigh, "you poor thing."

"huh?" mikasa mutters, watching as you lean forward and press your lips against hers. a small squeak leaves her and she thinks she's about to drop the alcohol on the floor.

she tastes a little bitter due to the drinks she's been having, but you've been eating christmas sweets all night. the blend of the two flavours is nice. mikasa squeezes her eyes shut, and she can feel her cheeks burning as her heart beats faster.

you were cool and collected, gently moving your lips against hers and guiding the both of you. mikasa was too cute, asking you all these questions throughout the time you've known her, always finding a way to be alone with you. you ever really thought much of it, but that look in her eyes just then told you all you need to know.

when you pull away, mikasa's eyes slowly open, her lipstick now smudged and on you. you memorised her face, how her blush spread across her cheeks and her ears. meanwhile, mikasa tried to calm herself, shifting on her feet.

"you... didn't have to, y/n." she says, standing up straight.

but you walk down the rest of the stairs, pressing another kiss to her cheek as you pass her. "don't worry yourself. let's give these to armin, and then get a drink." you say, leading her to the kitchen.

she lets out a small breath, collecting herself and then following after you.

↣ porco galliard:

thank god armin was smart.

"pock! y/n is here now!" pieck announces from the dinner table. the restaurant was fully booked out and lively, piano played familiar christmas themes and the formal attire made it look as expensive as it really was. the food smelt amazing, which is why colt wanted to buy almost everything on the menu, to which reiner dismissed but truly wanted as well.

"yeah? why are you only tellin' me?" porco responds, not bothering to stand from his seat. but he searches the large crowd for your walking figure. pieck smiles, knowing of his not so secret feelings for you. when you finally make it to the table, porco sneaks glances.

"hey, i'm sorry i'm late. i couldn't find my shoes." you say, waving at everyone as they greet you too. you scan the table for a spare spot, only seeing one in between reiner and porco. your eyes lock with his, and he hastily looks away. as everyone falls into their own conversations, you stand near porco. "can i sit here?"

"see anywhere else you can sit?" he huffs back at you. you snicker, sitting down beside him and setting your jacket on the chair. everyone fell into conversation around you whilst you sat there quietly, playing with the napkin on your lap. porco stares at you for a moment before clearing his throat. "you look good. you... look nice."

your head turns to him, and a smile dawns on your face. "oh? thank you, porco. you look handsome tonight."

"thanks." he huffs, looking away. the food was coming now and he didn't want to look at your face as you stared at him. why were you so positive and sweet?

the dinner continues with small talk between the both of you and the rest of the table. zeke did his share of pushing porco and reiner's buttons, and you, bertholdt and pieck worked to mend their arguments.

as the food came and went, and drinks were topped off endlessly. colt was currently telling his own story about something funny that happened to him last week. he mentioned falco and gabi, and by the end of five minutes, porco was zoned out, drinking from his glass.

he was bored. as much as he enjoyed free food, he was so bored.

"i'm just gonna go to the bathroom." porco clears his throat, excusing himself.

he stands up, nudging against you genty by accident. but he finds himself brushing his hand against you and holding the back of your chair to stand up. you offered him a gentle smile, to which he nodded at and walked away.

"don't be too long, galliard." zeke chimes in, ellicting an eye roll from the said man, "we might miss you too much."

"suck it, jaeger." porco scoffs, fixing his collar as he leaves the table.

you watch him leave as everyone else falls into conversation. porco has always been different from everyone else, you realised. he was realistic, somewhat pessimistic, but always trying his best. you found yourself a little excited to be alone with him, but that was rare. there was never a good reason to be alone with him, and it was embarrassing to just say you wanted him to yourself.

so when you saw him pass the bathrooms and go straight to the empty balcony, you took your chance.

"i'll be back, gonna' go get a drink from the bar." you say, seeing the bar in the same direction as porco.

"damn, can't get enough, can you?" colt jokes, nodding to your empty glass.

"not all of us can be a lightweight like you." you chuckle, making your way over. it doesn't take you long til you open the door of the balcony and close it behind you. porco is leaning against the balcony railing, not hearing you until you clear your throat. "hey."

"oh, hey." he says, seeing you walk towards him.

"what are you doing out here?" you ask, standing beside him.

"gettin' some air. you?"

"followed you." porco raises a brow at you. "what? you looked lonely."

"shut up." he rolls his eyes, and runs his fingers through his hair. you catch yourself staring, then looking out to the city lights. "what're your plans for christmas?"

you lean against the railing, the night wind blowing towards you. "well, i'll go to my family's town for a few days, then come back here and celebrate myself." you explain, tilting your head, "yourself?"

"the same." he huffs, resting his hand on his neck, "marcel is expecting some souveniers."

"ha, right, right." you say, playing with your fingers. you secretly wished you could think of a more personal present for porco, you opted for a nice silver ring. you just needed a good time to give it to him before you both left. "hey, so—"

"i got you something." porco says, standing up straight. you stare at him, suddenly aware of how he looked in the moonlight and the soft yellows of the lights around you. he holds out a small box from his pocket. "merry christmas, y/n."

"porco, you didn't have to." you chuckle, taking the box from his hand.

"yeah i know. but you mentioned you lost yours. and i just so happened to be out and saw it." he claims as you pull out a bracelet that was so similar to yours that you lost. you were at a loss for words, only staring down at the gift. porco self-conciously shifted from foot to foot. "it's—it's not the exact one, but y'know."

"no, porco. i love it." you say, putting it on immediately. porco blinks and lets out a sigh of relief. "thank you so much. i... the gift i got you is actually in my jacket pocket. i'll give it to you later."

"oh, i didn't know." porco says, hands bracing the metal in front of you.

you've never had solid proof that porco liked you more than a friend, but this had to be it, right? you scan his face to see him smiling a little, before you look up and see the plant hanging above your heads. he doesn't see the red berries and green leaves, but you don't say a word.

"hey, porco?" you call.

"mhm?" he replies.

"let me kiss you?" you ask, leaning against his shoulder. porco's eyes stay on you, blank-faced. he doesn't know how to say 'yes'.

"what? you wanna' kiss me?" he reiterates.

you respond, tilting your head at him, "i've always wanted to kiss you." you say, "so can i?"

porco takes a deep breath in, looking down at your lips for a few seconds. and he nods nods head. you lean forward first, making the move to kiss porco and rest a hand against his shoulder. porco's hand is on your cheek, keeping you connected.

your fingers are hot against his arm, even through the shirt he wore. his cologne filled the air, and it was just as intoxicating as any other alcohol. as handsome as he was, the way porco took care of you was even more attractive.

he kissed you softly, making sure not to overstep and to gently brush his thumb against your cheekbone. you were warm compared to the cold air. the kiss lasted shorter than any of you would've wanted, but the look on each others' face was worth it.

"i've never actually kissed anyone under a mistletoe before." you admit, patting his shoulder.

he furrows his brows before looking up, seeing the mentioned item above you two. be then chuckles, "sneaky."

"you wanna' come to mine for christmas?" you ask, caressing his arm. porco grins a little, hair falling out of place. as he pushes it back, you hold the box in your other hand. "we can cook and watch movies. after we come back from our family's, of course."

"sounds good to me." porco says, pulling you closer. you chuckle, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. he leans closer to you, earning another smile. "another one?"

who were you to reject him?

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feralforfruit · 2 years

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Countertop Whispers

A/N: I am writing this on a whim at 8am and I legit created this blog at 6am. I am unhinged and these hours are unholy. We are all here for the vibes and I decided to take matters into my own hands because I have an AA in English that I need to put to use. And this is going to be short btw. You fic writers always tease me like this so this is payback for sure. Xx

Warnings: if you don’t like sex with fruits, I suggest scrolling. NSFW, idek what else this is my first time doing this so please be kind.

Pairings: Tangerine x fem!reader

You hear the shaking of keys and the turning of the door knob of the front door. You pause your mixing, “Hey, my love! I’m in the kitchen!”

He sighs as he sets his keys down and hangs up his coat, releasing all the pressure of today’s hit job as he slumps down on the couch. Blood is sprinkled over his white button down. He rolls up his sleeves and unbuttons the top to reveal his shiny, sweat covered chest.

You look at him, tilting your head sympathetically. You tighten your apron and shake off the bit of powdered sugar you have on you. You grab a cup of iced water and walk over to the living room where your husband is practically meditating in silence. He notices you get closer and he opens his eyes with a glint of relief.

You sit next to him and hand him the cup. His mustache lifts ever so slightly as he sips on the refreshing drink. He pants after he gulps it down, placing the cup on the coffee table coaster. He looks at you lovingly. “Darling, you have no idea how good you look right now,” he says as he grabs your cheek and places a kiss on your temple.

“And you look like a mess but I believe you look sexiest like this,” you say to him while smirking sweetly as his breath hitches at the remark. “Making some cupcakes, wanna help me, handsome?”

“Too knackered to help, love, but I’ll definitely watch.” He says softly as he places another kiss but now below your ear. You giggle at the tickle of his mustache before you get up to continue with your sweetest of hobbies.

Tangerine takes his seat on one of the stools directly across from you on the kitchen island. He admires your dedication to perfecting your baking skills, and definitely has no complaints considering how delicious everything you make is. Usually, on every Friday night, he would always make time to watch you do your thing. He would chat with you about how your days went, what happened at work, how Lemon is doing, all while taste testing everything you gave him. Sometimes he offers to help you out when you needed an extra hand. But tonight, his mind is wandering into a place that makes him grateful that the countertop is covering his lower half.

He can’t get enough of you in that apron. It is wrapped so tightly around your curves that he wishes it were his hands instead. The sounds of your hums put him into a blissful state and it is so cute to watch you sway to the music in your head. The bit of flour on your nose makes him want to kiss it clean. You are used to him staring at you while you bake but right now his eyes are burning right into your hips.

He stays like this for awhile up until you finish mixing up some buttercream frosting. You sigh happily as you grab some with the tip of your index finger and bring it to your tongue. You suck on it for a moment and moan sweetly at the taste. Tangerine’s breath has grown heavy and the tightness in his trousers is becoming unbearable.

“Come to think of it, love, I reckon I would like to help out a bit.” Tangerine slowly walks around the island and stands behind you with his hands on his hips, still looking so dominant as he waits for your command. You squeal at his willingness, “Ahh, yes! Okay, here is the cutting board with some chocolate. Cut it into little pieces for me, will ya?” You peck his cheek and he blushes as he goes to wash his hands before grabbing the knife and dicing up the chocolate.

He is not exactly sure how small you want it cut so he pauses and asks, “This to your liking, love?” You look over to him and say, “Oh honey, I’m sorry, let me show you how it needs to be.” You grab the knife from his hand and slide in front of him, your ass brushing against him as you position yourself to where he was.

He hisses quietly at the contact then bites his lip. He thoughts run wild so he gets an idea and takes this chance to grab your waist from behind and rest his head above your right shoulder to look over it. Internally, you’re swooning at the position, feeling your heart skip a beat. You try your best to focus on slicing the chocolate while his thumbs rubs circles into your back, and you’re struggling not to moan at the sensation.

Tangerine moves his lips to the side of your ear and whispers, “Oh I see how it’s done. You do that so good, baby.” You shiver in response to his praise. “My girl is so good with knives, ain’t that right?” He pecks softly at your neck and you can’t help but stop your movements from your legs beginning to weaken at his words.

“Love, why’d you stop? Don’t you want to finish what you started?” he says as you whine, arching your neck back to be exposed to his affection. His lips continue moving on to the sweet spot below your ear as he starts to lift his left hand from your waist, to your beating chest, moving on to your neck, gripping it ever so slightly.

“I’m fucking starving, and you’re going to be my dessert, darling.”

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part 2 is up!

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strstab · 1 year

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𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 - 𝐣.𝐦

summary ; jj comes home and helps you fix your baking mess

pairing ; jj duh

notes ; fluffffffff,

a/n ; two posts in a row ??!! omg 🙀🙀

enjoy mls 🍰

kitchen counters covered in batter, icing, and messed up cupcake liners. all you wanted was to make these 2 dozen cupcakes and be over with it.

you had been working for 2 hours, trying to make these cupcakes for your cousin who was turning 8. jj -who was surprisingly an excellent baker- wasn’t even home to help you. thankfully, the party wasn’t a huge one so the cupcakes you had to make were minimum.

you let out a stressful exhale and continued to stir the cake mix, wrist aching from the previous attempts of making this vanilla batter perfect.

when you finished, you quickly swiped some of the batter onto the top of your finger and took a taste of it. wasn’t bad, better than the last. now here’s the part that messed you up the first two times. filling the liners evenly.

you picked up your bowl and lined it up with the cupcake tray. tilting it slowly, cream colored paste fell out of it into the cup. it quickly over filled and you put the bowl down in a rush. “fucking hell man.”

you heard a voice come from the front door, making it’s way to the kitchen. “woah, watch your language, there’s a kid in the house”

you looked up and saw your boyfriend leaning on the doorframe of the kitchen entrance, holding your cat in his arms. “hi, j,”

he gave a small wave after putting the cat down and walking behind you. he slid his arms around your waist and placed his chin on your shoulders. “kitchen catastrophe i see?”

“something like that..”

he kissed your cheek and removed himself from behind you. he picked up a spoon from beside the sink and turned back around to scoop the extra batter that sat in the single liner. he filled the one that was beside it and repeated the process until all 24 cups were full of vanilla flavored mixture. “see how easy that was?”

“yeah, easy for you,” you rolled your eyes and jj opened the oven waiting for you to slide the tray inside. you quickly slid the cupcakes inside the oven just when your finger touched the heated oven rack.

loud curses rolled off your tongue, you waved your hand around and blowed onto your burning finger. jj closed the oven door and stared at you.

“things are definitely not going your way today,” he commented, which earned a glare from you.

he gave your finger a kiss and went to find the aloe vera gel. scrummaging through the medicine cabinet he could hear you whining and rushing him from the kitchen. he found the bottle and ran back to you, struggling to open the cap. once he got it open he squeezed the gel onto your finger and rubbed it into your skin

a sigh of relief left your lips and you stared at the icing that was waiting to be colored and piped.

“how am i gonna be able to finish these cupcakes,” you groaned out. jj look up and grabbed the tub of buttercream frosting. “i’ll ice them and you can put the sprinkles,”

“yeah but i wanted to ice them,” you frowned.

“don’t worry ‘bout it baby, we can bake for funsies another day.” he smoothened your hair out and filled the piping bag with the pink colored frosting.

he pick up a small amount of icing on his finger and wiped it onto your nose, “wipe that frown off your face girl,” you smiled and copied him, putting frosting on his nose. he threw a spoon at your cheek then pulled you to his side.

20 minutes had passed and the cupcakes seemed to be ready. the aroma of freshly baked goods entered your nostrils and you felt like floating towards the oven like those old fashioned disney characters. jj took the pan out and placed it on the white counter top, pushing the filled piping bags towards you.

you waited for the cupcakes to cool off before icing them. sock, your cat who was named by your oh so beloved boyfriend, jumped onto the kitchen counter and sniffed the cupcakes cautiously.

after a couple of minutes of waiting patiently with your boyfriend and cat, you decided it was okay to begin the decorating. this time, the cupcakes weren’t burnt, overfilled, or too raw. they were just right.

you squeezed the bag of pink buttercream in a circle motion so it’d come out. you covered at least 11 of the 24 and let jj do the rest. your hands were masked by frosting and your nose was really itchy. you smeared your hands on a towel and scratched your nose for relief, leaving a bit of pink on the top of it.

you searched around for the white sprinkles, moving the mixture box out of the way. you found the small bottle next to the toaster and walked back to jj, popping the cap open and shaking it over the cupcakes so the sprinkles would decorate it.

sock meowed at you so you turned her way to see what was wrong. “what’s up mama?” you scratched underneath her chin and heard a stifled chuckle come from beside you. sock attempted to lick your nose but you turned your head away to see what jj was making noises at, just to see his face turning red as he had his hand covering his mouth.

“what’s so funny?”

“you have a lil something there, sweetheart,” he pointed at your nose then licked the pink cream off and you pulled away with an ‘ewww’. your cat did the same as jj, licking what he didn’t off.

you rubbed your nose with an eye roll. the cupcakes were finally finished. they weren’t the prettiest but they weren’t horrible and that’s all that really mattered.

jj slung an arm over your shoulder, “look how good i did,” you laughed and nodded along.

“so good, baby”

UGHH. tbh i actually don’t like the way this turned out.. but i said i’d post something to make up for my absence 😞😞

requests are always open btw !!

check out my other posts and enjoy whatever time of day it is mhs 💞

#jj maybank fluff #fluff #jj mayback x reader #jj maybank #obx jj #jj maybank x reader #baking #strstab

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cloveroctobers · 4 months

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DECEMBER PROMPTS 🧊 — 5. SETH CLEARWATER

A/N: honestly did not expect the Seth Stan’s to show out the way you guys did on that poll?!! Caught me off guard for sure! since back then I never found my Seth lovers anywhere but this is a good thing! All I imagine is warm fuzzies looking at not only Seth but Boo as well so you can definitely expect this to be some fluff! Also have a safe and thrilling new year, hope the best is coming for us all 💚

PROMPTS ARE FROM HERE & HERE + I’m using: 25.) Home for the holidays (“thought you couldn’t make it!”, running hug) + DIALOGUES — 35.) “Did you make me a tinsel crown?”

WARNINGS: as sweet as can be + probably too short for any of our likings! & Seth and reader are (aged up) about 25 :) + a quick write—if you couldn’t tell 😬

<- read my previous December anthology prompt here.

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you’re at your parents, it’s early (to you) around ten am and you’re outside in the backyard. It’s the night after the annual Christmas party your parents threw, you crashed here at their residence that they’ve owned for around three years now and it still didn’t quite feel like home. You could say California never did, it didn’t give you the feeling of sunny superstar dreams and wonder—it turned out to be just another mile you can simply tick off from your odometer.

it’s funny how you never had the desire to be in this state in the first place and here you are living here for the past six months. You’ve been a few places since La Push,(Oregon, Minnesota, Maine, and finally residing in British Columbia prior) spending a good twenty years there before deciding to look elsewhere. You left before your family did and it wasn’t ever a competition but they can honestly say you’re the influence that pushed them to see more.

Everything of course was not all fun and games outside of the world you once knew but you wouldn’t completely rewind and start over. Some things needed to be done to figure out where you truly had to be. Which was your answer for it all but that came with tears you couldn’t hold back as you finished off a cupcake.

The end of the year was so near and yes you were thankful to be closer to your family again and the sprinkle of success this year brought to your table but there always seemed to be something still missing that you couldn’t shake. You’ve grown accustomed to everlasting change in your life—I mean the supernatural world can get pretty wild no matter where you went but you knew how to get adjusted after some time. Yet you couldn’t explain the puffiness on your face to yourself although those deemed it as good sleep. Waking up in tears was not what you expected the day after spreading joy but the cool plunge from the winter air soothed you just fine.

Wrapped in a blanket, staring out into the pale yellow sun behind the haze of blue, you’re chewing the last of the soft cupcake, lost in your own feelings that you don’t even register your name being called. Standing in the middle of the slightly messy backyard, you take your time glancing over your shoulder at the mention of your name and feel your breathing hitch.

Behind your father is a face that you’re all too familiar with. Then it all starts to make sense as a once cautious glance turns into a famous grin that always meets his dark eyes. You’re supposed to be cleaning up the backyard but instead you’re running full speed into the tender arms of a person dear to your heart.

Seth Clearwater.

Your eldest friend who you had the best time getting in touch with over the last year. How ironic is it that he’s been living in California all these years? Information that your parents left out although your dad talked to Charlie and Sue often. Perhaps that was their way of protecting your heart? That Seth was once upon a time a brushed off subject that most refrained from bringing him up. He was disappointed that you were leaving five years ago and you tried your hardest for him to go along with you but Seth wasn’t ready to leave La Push behind for good like you were.

You were both on opposite ends. You finished community college and you were accepted into another school in a different state but those two years felt like enough for you. You had savings for traveling and that’s what you did, to find a better sense of yourself outside of what you’ve always known.

Unfortunately that included Seth.

You tried to keep up with postcards, phone calls, emails, and texts but that just became a reminder that life went on without each other in it. Something you both had to accept although the sadness was hard to beat until you both learned to stop thinking as much.

Perhaps you never really did.

“Thought you couldn’t make it!” Your head is buried into his shoulder as you squeeze him tightly.

You haven’t seen each other since you were both twenty, reconnecting through social media after Seth decided to hop back on and it was shocking to hear that he and Leah were both making an attendance to your parents home, flying and driving in that Friday. The dejection was evident on your face when Leah was at the door alone and she made blunt attempts (in Leah fashion) to soothe over the sting. She was very vague and so was Sue—which was not like her now looking back on it.

Seth was expecting a text from you, questioning about his whereabouts but was met with radio silence which said enough. He was quick to question everyone else in the family group chat but sue was more reassuring than his step-dad Charlie and big sister were.

He chuckles as he wraps an arm around you, “Fooled ya, didn’t I? There’s no way I’d bail out completely. Just got wrapped up in some last minute things on the holidays, which sucked but I’m here now to see you.”

Lifting your head you stare up at Seth, scanning over his features which were still there, just defined as he stood in his adulthood, with his hair much longer and free on his terms.

“I’m glad.” You offer a smile, which felt tight against your slightly swollen face, “and also can’t believe it! When Leah told me something came up, I actually wanted to head back home.”

“Aw well…I’m glad you didn’t.” Seth informs, “I hear you have a strange roommate according to your dad.”

You glance at the space where your dad once stood and scoff. “Melvin just…loves his reptiles. He works at a pet store and I told him that as long as he has a good watch on them and I don’t get bit by any of them to the point I’m unalived then…it’s cool with me.”

Seth raises his brows, “Wow…I’m impressed.”

“What? Why?”

“If I remember correctly you were afraid of the simplest of things like: crickets, dragonflies, and butterflies. Now you’re telling me you live with reptiles?” Seth quizzes with a smirk.

You shrug, “you can’t hold the past against me! I’m experienced such growth and we have time talk about everything right?”

Seth briefly cups your cheek, before slipping it to rest against your blanket covered shoulder, “as much time as we need.”

One thing about Seth Clearwater, he’s always been sincere and that hasn’t changed in the last five years.

“I have something for you,” you say disappearing into the house, ignoring the stares from your dads’ to grab the item before heading out back once more, “here we are.”

Seth lowers his head a bit as you get the item settled and he peeks up with a grin, “Did you make me a tinsel crown?”

“You may have missed out on the shenanigans last night but I saved you one just in case,” you tell as Seth models the shiny crown in the backyard while you clap in approval.

Seth sighs, “thanks for thinking of me…care to take a stroll and tell me everything?”

He holds his hand out, awaiting for your grasp and you don’t hesitate because you know that Seth will share the same as you make laps in the backyard together. Arm now looped with his, head resting against his shoulder as you take turns telling each other just how much you missed being side by side.

The looks of longing passed between the two of you, which answers the questions the final month of the year brings: you’ll always be the best part of each others lives no matter what the distance may bring.

Seth’s warmth and compassion reminds you that, the blues—you didn’t realize that you even had—don’t deserve a place here.

He does.

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DEC. ‘23 PROMPTS FIN.

#twilight #twilight 2008 #twilight fanfiction #seth clearwater #seth clearwater x reader #booboo stewart #Booboo Stewart x reader #leah clearwater #sue Clearwater #charlie swan #sue x Charlie #december prompts #queued

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curseofbreadbear · 6 months

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jumbled f.naf movie thoughts under the cut. proceed with caution because these are ALL spoilers!!

okay i am taking the idea that mike is not related to william and RUNNING. yes, that is mike Schmidt, but still?? there's the weird abby factor too, but i'm thinking so hard abt tossing aside the name because of her similarities to charlie. that LOOKS like kid charlie, not elizabeth, and considering how impeccable the casting was otherwise, i can't help thinking that was intentional? also god the misleads on the names were CRAZY. (remember when we thought "hank" was henry???)

i might take my lore-manipulation even Further and say, given everything, that mike IS mike, vanessa IS vanessa, and abby is a parallel for charlie. there's some book parallels sprinkled in the movie (there's actually a ton that, as a book appreciator (until tftp...), i love) BUT i am thinking especially about the reference to the kids believing spring bonnie is their Friend & how abby fixed their perspective / made them realize who their killer was via drawings. carlton did that in the books iirc, but the connection to charlie and Her Story is there? they also have a brother who went missing when mike was younger and like, that reminded me hardcore of sammy in the books. he was kidnapped, mike couldn't stop it, and he keeps replaying his own memories to try and fix it- just like how, once she remembers sammy exists, charlie references the closet he was taken from multiple times.

ALSO ALSO they have an aunt jane, and i KNOW, i'm stretching, but charlie has an aunt jen in the books. their personalities would be different to some extent (jen was absent & borderline neglectful because she Knew the truth about charlie, whereas jane straight-up wants custody of abby for Greed reasons), but that's still an aunt neither of them are fond of?

also yeah i think this movie is almost like the books in that it is not main canon, but a parallel that is supposed to help you find answers about game lore. that's why vanessa is there, despite that making the timeline Wack, but still has the same overall character. i'm also super supportive of the idea that mike schmidt is NOT michael from sister location because he would also just be a good standalone character.

i actually love the twist of william being vanessa's dad. iirc vanessa also referred to her dad as "bill" in the retro cds, which made me yell abt connected dots. i know that'd fuck up the timeline if it was real in canon, but like.....i adore william being a dad that she is trying to fight against. i think, on the whole, it's meant to represent william acting as a controlling father figure in game canon. it's also representative of vanessa's overall struggle against him, hence her being a "reluctant follower." i love movie vanessa. she got more screentime than game vanessa........

i ADORE the animatronics being portrayed as friends (to kids at least), which is how i always saw them. i also love the nod to william having influence over them bc again, they trusted spring bonnie in the books until they were shown the truth.

BALLOON BOY. straight-up he was the character who jumpscared the most and it was SO funny. i love that balloon boy figurine, i want him in my house Now

my husband (who only knows fnaf through osmosis) and i agree that susie's dog is possessing the cupcake. they made a joke about susie having a pet that somehow inhabits the cupcake now and it gave me a stupid epiphany - william almost definitely killed her dog (points at "toy chica: the high school years") so like...what if dog = cupcake?? that's why it's so damn FERAL (but also protective :'))

the credits.......whoever (on twitter before i left it) said they'd cringe if the movie had "five nights at freddy's" by the living tombstone in the credits was so fucking wrong. i was already mad abt that comment but like, with how much of a love letter this movie is to the series as a whole, it's even better that they got the song from the peak of fnaf's recognition. it's super nostalgic to me as somebody who has been with these games from the beginning. i remember first hyperfixating on fnaf and having a spotify playlist that was JUST the living tombstone's fnaf song. and now i have a playlist of 500+ fnaf fansongs y'know!!!!

ok those are the biggest things i got on my first watch. i know for a fact i am going to watch this multiple times so watch out for possible updates!!!! i'm also probably going to post this several days out because it literally JUST released and i don't want to overwhelm anyone (bc god , the reason i watched asap was because of how terrified of spoilers i was).

#fnaf movie spoilers /#animal death ment //#ask to tag /#{ SERIOUSLY PLS DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVENT SEEN THE MOVIE }#🎬 || ᵃʳᵉ ᵠᵘᵉᵘᵉ ʳᵉᵃᵈʸ ᶠᵒʳ ᶠʳᵉᵈᵈʸˀ (queue.) || 🎬#🎬 || the truth is hard to swallow. (ramblings.) || 🎬

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cl00udyyanan · 1 year

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heyy!!! i honestly dunno how to write requests if im suppose to be really indepth or just give u a prompt or smth but if u could i would really like some roommates au kazuha and the antics that come with it

this was a very nice prompt lol thank you for sending it in! i think having kazu as a roommate would be such a fun experience i hope you like it

synopsis: kazuha is your college roommate and he likes to bake really really late at night

warnings: none really i mean a little fire maybe

characters: kazuha

notes: this can be taken as platonic or romantic don't matter uh this was nice to write and i like the idea of kazuha having a little bit of adhd symptoms bc i can say myself i have baked cupcakes at 2 am and almost caused a fire....

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•you weren't too excited to have a college roommate, but when kazuha had introduced himself upon entering your small shared apartment, you assumed he was the quiet type so he wouldnt be a bother, boy you were wrong

•kazuha was definitely the quiet type, most of the time you couldn't even tell he was home until he crept up behind you tryna talk to you but instead just scares the mess out of you

•he always had little knick knacks sprinkled around the apartment, one time you found a wooden squirrel with a beanie on the counter

•he was practically the perfect roomie, he'd make breakfast in the mornings often and would clean up (of course you'd offer to help) buys you dinner and stuff , so sweet

•he luckily was not one of those roommates who had people running in and out, but he did have this little green haired guy come over every now and then. you tried to introduce yourself but he kinda ignored you lol

•you also found out he played guitar! he even pops into your room to just strum some songs for you or recite his little lyrics

•it can get kinda annoying when he's playing his instrument in the middle of the night tho :/

•he often asks if you want to go hang out with him like taking walks or going to coffee shops

•he tried to convince you to get a cat for the apartment, when you finally agreed, he instantly had to get rid of the cat bc the landlord saw you tryna bring cat litter into the room lol (we miss you coco)

•in all he is a great roommate

there was one time though...

you knew kazuha was an eccentric person and that sometimes he would have little phases where he'd hype fixate on new hobbies, but baking an entire two tier cake at 2 am had to be a stretch. you were cuddled in your soft blankets in your room, sleeping away from the rest of the world uninterrupted. yet, when a a foul energy entered your lungs and awoke you with a coughing fit.

you threw your comforter off and ran out of your room following the path of black smoke to the kitchen. you mouth flew open with hands on your hips, you found the culprit of the fire, ther was kazuha hardly dressed with just a red shirt on with an underground band on it and a pair of grey basketball shorts. his snow unruly hair held back with a hair tie like he had been working on something. he was hissing through his teeth while carrying a gray steel pan with pink mitts on, he placed the pan on the counter then closed the oven. kazuha's eyes were squint, he hunched over and let out a mess of coughs. the gray smoke accumulating in the air made your eyes stung.

"kazuha what the hell." you coughed out. he peered up at you with his strawberry eyes, a small smile grew on him happy to greet you. you scowled at him. "come on man what are you doing, its two am..." he shrugged and waved the smoke from his face. "making you a birthday cake? he quiped. you walked past him to the window and lifted it up. "dude, my birthday isn't for three more months." you heard kazu chuckle. he took the pan and began to work on his cake again, as if he didnt almost cause a fire. "oh good, it not burnt." you purvhased yourself against the wall, staring at him bewilderingly, he truly was a free thinker. "wow! that smoke you made could have told me otherwise." kazuha let out a bark of laughter, he turned to you with the brightest look on his face. "oh hush, i'll let you have first bit if you stop complaing." he sung. you couldn't say no to that, if the cake comes out right. kazuha definitely wasn't roommate of the year, but he was an amazing person to have by your side, you could never admit that to him though.

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#genshin impact #genshin fluff #genshin headcanons #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact scenarios #genshin scenarios #genshin x reader #genshin impact fluff #kazuha x gn reader #kazuha fluff #kazuha genshin x reader #kazuha scenarios #kazuha genshin impact #kazuha x reader #kazuha headcanons #genshin impact x reader #kaeya genshin impact

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teamxdark · 2 years

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19. Sweet Tooth

Cupcakes, smothered in creamy frosting and drizzled with chocolate and caramel and fruity syrups, and topped with bright sprinkles in every color imaginable.

Ice cream, from heavenly soft serve to thick and loaded with chunks of cookies, chocolate, fruits or nuts.

Doughnuts, with all manner of creamy or jammy fillings, glazed with flavors from vanilla to maple, raspberry to sweet yam, fried to a delectable crisp.

Cookies, large and crumbly and making a heavenly crunch, or soft baked and chewy, leaving its warm sweetness to bask over the tongue as it melted down.

And candy. Candy as far as the eye could see.

"You're going to die if you eat all that," Shadow remarked, blunt as ever, as Rouge reached for yet another delicious treat, wiping at her eyes.

"You don't understaaaaaaaand!" she wailed, stuffing her mouth with a tiny doughnut hole in order to tell him, yet again, about her grievances. "That was the last episode of Avalon right before they went on hiatus! Now how am I supposed to know if Arthur and Lancelot are reunited? What if the hiatus never ends? What about all these other characters I'm just starting to get attached to? How is the dragon going to react? I might never know, Shadow!"

Shadow glanced over at her pile of comfort food, disgusted and maybe a little impressed by what she managed to put together in so little time. "You definitely won't once all that sugar destroys you from the inside."

"Shut up." Rouge lobbed a pillow at him. "I have a sweet tooth, so sue me."

It was a tempting proposal; he could sue Rouge and Omega for trespassing, and use the money to make sure he had the best security system money could buy to make sure no one else ever came back in. But alas, the lawyers in this village were sorely lacking; there was that circus dog that hated them all... & Knuckles.

Maybe he could represent himself. Threaten the judgebot and the jury. Get what he needed that way.

Rouge sniffled, picking up a tub of ice cream as she started to explain the premise of this absurd knight program again and how it made her feels go haywire again and maybe Shadow needed some comfort food of his own.

Without asking for permission, he grabbed one of her cupcakes and ate it in one bite, his teeth grazing the wrapping foil. Rouge shrieked loud enough to wake the dead ("BETRAYAL!!!") which led to them fistfighting each other while the pastries started to attract ants and the ice cream melted.

Oh well. At least she was out of her funk now.

#Smash writes.#Me? Reference my own series in another one of my own series??#Of course.#Boomtober.#Dark Boom.

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cryptomiracle · 1 year

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Hello!!!! Could you do masky with a teen daughter around 14-16 he adopted?? 👀👀

OOOO YEAH!

Masky with an adoptive daughter

THE GIF LMFAOO

(wholesome headcanons only 💪‼️)

I think if he had a daughter, he'd be one of those dad's that try to do a ponytail with a vacuum 😭

But eventually he'd learn how to do hair properly.

He's a very supportive dad.

He doesn't judge, he might give you a side eye every now and then, but it's never in a truly condescending way yk.

He's an amazing cook.

Idc idc, he's great at it.

He makes you a birthday cake every year.

He waits till you go to sleep, and takes hours making sure EVERYTHING is perfect for when you wake up.

When it comes to everything that happened w marble hornets, he tries really hard to keep you away from it all.

He's very vague when, and if, you ask him about it. he believes it's his business (not in a rude way) and the only thing you should have to worry about is school.

He can be a bit overdramatic, when the situation has anything to do with you.

Let's say you get McDonald's right, and you get a 10 piece chicken nugget, he'd literally make you count the chicken nuggets to make sure they're all there.

If one is missing he'll, walk back in and find you that missing nugget.

When it comes to smoking, if you asked him to, he'd try to stop.

When it comes to drinking, he'd NEVER drink anything around you, not until you're like 23 or something lmao

I think if you want/got a piercing he'd be cool with it, he'd buy you a piercing kit, so you could learn to pierce yourself cause "the piercing gun thingy looks unsafe"

I can see him teaching you how to cook, you two are always in the kitchen together.

If your school had a bake sale, he'd help you bake those cookies, and cupcakes like it was his life's mission.

I'm talking about, sprinkles, colored wrappers, all different flavors, 3 kinds of icing, etc etc.

He loves Halloween, so I can definitely see you two matching costumes.

He also loves slasher movies, so the both of you dress up as ghost face (billy and stu) and scare people almost every year.

He has a pet cat, named porkchop.

(cause I had a pet cat named porkchop, and porkchop deserves some recognition 🙏🏽)

I like to think he's not the best artist, but he likes to draw little doodles.

So just about every birthday card you get from him, has a little doodle in it.

If you want to dye your hair, go for it, he doesn't really care what you do with your hair.

But don't let him help.

He knows absolutely nothing about hair dye 😭

Overall, he's a really good dad.

He might be a little "rough around the edges" and tense at times, but he really just wants the best of you.

Sorry this was so short, and took me so long to answer, i started writing it at like 2 am, and I've also been working on about 4 other stories while writing this 😭

Ty for reading - M

#creepypasta #headcanon #creepypasta headcanon #fanfic #marble hornets #creepypasta masky #masky

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m34gs · 10 months

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Twisted Wonderland ask: If every dorm ran a bakery what would their Signature Baked Item(TM) be and why? Please be specific to the item (ie: can't say "chocolate cake").

Hi friend! What a lovely ask, thank you! I am looking forward to answering 💜

Heartslaybul - I think Heartslaybul's bakery would have very delicious tarts. For their Signature Baked Item, I would think a raspberry jam-filled tartlet, with a crown design baked and placed carefully on the top. I chose raspberry because I really enjoy the flavour and I like the beautiful deep red colour of the jam. I feel the red would fit very well in a Heartslaybul theme, and the crown of course represents the Queen of Hearts.

Savanaclaw - Ok, we ALL know how Ruggie lost his mind in the Tsumderland event and cried "They turned Leona into a marketable plushie!!!😭". So like, you know Japanese Hamster Bread? Like that, except little lions. Entirely Ruggie's idea, and he is ecstatic at the profit they are bringing in. (Leona has no clue this is a thing. Ruggie will not tell him. Vil buys one every week just so he can bite its head off and then gives the body to Rook.)

Octavinelle - Cupcakes. They're fun and there's so many ways to decorate them. Specifically, for the Signature Cupcake: a purple batter that bakes into a lovely lilac coloured cupcake. The decoration: icing of blues and greens in a pattern that resembles waves, with a cream-coloured coiled shell made entirely of icing on top, and edible silver ball sprinkles scattered over it. I would like to think Azul has them make a "surprise" cupcake. There's always one cupcake per batch that has a filling of some kind, cream cheese icing, chocolate, vanilla...basically whatever Floyd is feeling that day (the cupcake itself is a vanilla flavour, which goes with pretty much any other flavour). The thing that draws people in is that they could get the cupcake with the filling! Rumour has it, the filling cupcake is Lucky and will help you pass your exams/assignments with flying colours (a rumour that Jade Definitely Did Not Start) and so demand is high. Which, of course, allows Azul to charge more for the cupcakes. You know. Supply and demand.

Scarabia - Thumb-print cookies with different jam fillings. They're colourful, you can buy a bunch at a time and share them, and the jam filling looks like edible jewels. I think Kalim would like these very much and I think he would want them to be the number one baked good in the store. They're not very difficult to make, so he even gets Jamil to teach him so he can help stock the store with more cookies. (I feel like Jamil would have to remind Kalim that people want more than just cookies from a bakery lol)

Pomefiore - Apple Pie. I know, I know...not very original or shocking. But, not just any apple pie. Mini apple pie shaped like a rose. Gorgeous and elegant, it tastes as delicious as it is beautiful. (If you can't picture it, please see in this link here) Of course, Epel's hometown supplies the apples. Rook is weeping at the beauty of the pies. Even Vil will have one, since it is small and not excessive.

Ignihyde - Specialty cookies. You know the ones; they're large cookies, a plain base, with gorgeous - sometimes even intricate - designs done in icing. I feel like the designs would change frequently, to fit the themes of the seasons, holidays, or ongoing releases of popular games/movies/etc. The designs are ART. Cater comes at least twice a week to buy a cookie and take pictures for Magicam. (At first he felt guilty because he didn't want to betray his bf, Trey, but then Trey said he wanted to try one, so they started going together on their dates.)

Diasomnia - Buns. Buns with...unique...fillings. Multiple unique fillings. Is it really so much a signature item as it is a game of roulette? With Lilia at the wheel, it's never a guarantee if the bun will even be edible...But somehow, that makes the other students even more eager to try it. It becomes kind of like Beanboozled. They make a game of it: who can chew the longest without swallowing or spitting it out, who got the best flavour, can you finish the entire bun or will you leave hungry? Lilia is having the Time of His Life and Silver is too afraid to go in the kitchen.

There you have it! My headcanons on what each dorm would have as a signature item if they ran a bakery! Hope you enjoyed, and please tell me your own thoughts! What signature items would you assign each dorm? I'd love to hear!

#asks #twisted wonderland #headcanons #bakery headcanons #thank you so much for this ask #it was so fun to answer #were you surprised by any of these?#I did a lot of thinking on what would work for each dorm hehe

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from-my-gabriel-notebook · 2 years

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A charm of protection

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After Gabriel interfered a little too much, again, in one of your hunts, you decide that maybe you both needed some time apart. You surely didn't expect the way he reached out.

When you got out of the bathroom, still wrapped in a towel, you couldn't sense anything strange in the cheap motel room you had rented for the night, so when you walked towards the bed and saw a small box waiting on it that definitely hadn't been there when you checked in, you were immediately on alert and grabbing your gun.

The room was very small, and the only hiding place would have been under the bed, but a quick check confirmed it was clear. You hadn't heard the door open, and they creaked something awful, so it probably wasn't any human involved.

Now the question was, which supernatural creature was this from? Was it a threat? There wasn't many ways to test a box. You sprinkled some Holy Water on it, just to be sure, and cautiously opened it.

When nothing exploded or otherwise attacked you, you lowered your gun and looked inside.

There was a little jewelry box and an envelope with a big "READ THIS FIRST" written on it.

You picked the paper up, and something clicked.

You jumped back and threw your hands up, but you still weren't able to completely avoid the burst of glitters.

Now more annoyed that anything else, and with a growing suspicious of who this might be from, you opened the letter.

Hi there, cupcake.

The handwriting was familiar and you smelled something sweet.

You narrowed your eyes at it.

"Gabriel?"

The greeting faded and another one came in.

The one and only, in the flesh.

Or, well, the paper.

"Are you listening to me?"

Nope. I'm not some creep.

"First of all, you are. Second, if you're not listening to me, how are you responding?"

Rude. And you're just that predictable.

"Very funny. But really, are you here or not?"

Nope. I'm not listening in the way you think. There's grace in the paper.

You couldn't say you understood what it meant, but that was often the case with him, so you shrugged it off as angel stuff.

"Is it timed?"

No. Why you'd ask?

Without another word you put the paper back in the box, grabbed some clean clothes and walked back into the bathroom.

When you were dried and dressed you went back into the room and picked up the somewhat-sentient letter again.

Took your sweet time.

"Shut up, you're a piece of paper. You don't know what time is.

I am not just a piece of paper.

"Oh, sorry, you're fancy paper."

You fell back on the bed, bounced once and grimaced when something creaked.

You raised your arms to bring the letter to eye level and gave it your best glare.

"I'm still mad at you," you said.

I figured from all those anti-angel sigils you have going on.

"Then how do you get in?"

I can miracle things in, just not me. Plus, it would be rude of me to pop up when I know you don't want to see me.

"Wow, you respecting boundaries. What a surprise."

Come on now. You know I only push what I'm allowed.

"Or if it's a bad person, yes, I know." you conceded.

After a moment of quiet, you sighed.

"I kind of miss you."

Then take down the sigils and call me. You know I'd come to you.

"I know, but..."

What?

You sighed. "If we brush this away like we usually do, it's just going to happen again, and I need you to really understand that you can't keep interfering with my hunts like that."

I don't want to see you hurt.

"And I appreciate your help, truly, but this is still my life, and I get to decide what to do."

I know. This is what this is.

"Uh?"

The jewelry box. Open it.

Oh, right. You had forgotten about that. Talking to him - in any way, apparently - had the habit of making you forget about inconsequential things.

You pulled yourself up and picked up the box. You cautiously opened it, wary of another glitter bomb, but it seemed to be safe. Inside there was a necklace, a single, golden feather.

You slowly picked it up by the chain, the other hand going to gently hold it.

"It's warm."

Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw the writing change, so you picked that up as well.

Please be careful with it. It's delicate.

"What do you mean it's- Hold on." you stopped, a sudden idea popping into your head. "This isn't one of yours, isn't it?"

The hesitant ... No. took too long to be truthful.

You looked between the paper and the feather, now infinitely more precious, almost too shocked to say anything. Almost.

"But-but why?"

It's the most powerful protection I could offer you. It won't do much against physical attacks, I'm afraid, but anything supernaturally weaker than me won't be able to hurt you.

"What-Thanks? But you didn't need to go this far. A simple 'I'm sorry' would have been enough."

Would it? I thought this would be better at showing you that I care about you without, you know, overtaking your life. Win-win.

Before you could gather something to say, a new, less loaded writing appeared.

I have just a teeny tiny request though. Nothing bad, I promise. For safety reasons.

Touching moments aside, this was still Gabriel, so you narrowed your eyes.

"Like that doesn't sounds suspicious at all. What is it?"

Don't tell anyone about it. Especially Balthazar and Castiel. They would have my head.

"Why?"

You see, to angels, giving someone your feathers has certains... implications.

"Like what?"

Oh, nothing important. Just. The intent to court.

"The WHAT?!" and wow, you didn't know your voice could go that high.

It doesn't have to mean that, if you don't want it to. But it's a possibility. Just throwing it out there.

This conversation was giving you whiplash. You took a deep breath to center yourself, considering whether or not to ask the important questions for what you had aways hoped but never really believed would come.

Oh well, in for a penny...

"But did you give it to me with that intention in mind?"

...Yes.

"And" - you couldn't believe you were having this conversation with a piece of magical paper - "What should I do to... Accept the offer? I mean, I don't have feathers."

I'm sure we can work something out.

A beat of silence passed, and you let out a nervous giggle.

"Since when you're so forthcoming anyway?", you had to ask.

Don't ask me, I'm just a piece of paper.

Speaking of...

"What would you remember about this conversation, once I do... Whatever it is that I need to do to send this back to you?"

Once you burn the paper, the grace in it will come back to me and give me the gist of this but with no details.

"Ok, good. I'm sending you off then, but we'll definitely need to have this conversation face to face. Now I need a moment to think."

You stood up and grabbed your lighter. The paper caught fire quickly, and it was soon just a small pile of ashes that you swept under the bed with your foot.

When that was done, you sat back on the bed, stared at the necklace, and thought.

So. Gabriel had understood the point you had been trying to make by going away, which was good. A good protection was always welcome, so there was that. And apparently Gabriel reciprocated your feeling. Cool.

You felt like screaming in a pillow.

Taking a deep breath to calm your nerves, you walked around the room and methodically broke all the anti-angel sigils. When you were done, you took a good look at the feather, and slipped the chain over your head.

You gently cradled it into your hands and brought it up to your lips.

Time to have a long discussion, face to face this time.

"Come to me," you whispered.

A flutter of wings came from behind you and you turned.

#gabriel x reader #reader insert #spn #spn gabriel #supernatural

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matenrou-fan · 1 year

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Otome and her happy outgoing girlfriend on a date in a sweets cafe?

Otome with outgoing! s/o on a date in a sweets cafe

Otome and her happy outgoing girlfriend on a date in a sweets cafe??? (*♡∀♡) Otome and her happy outgoing girlfriend on a date in a sweets cafe!!!!

femreader, fluff, just wholesome stuff;; 1496 words;;

"Here, here..! I see it now..!"

Your cheerful ringing voice makes Otome chuckle, as she prevents you from running away, holding your hand gently on her own.

"No need to hurry so much, dear.." - her tone was much calmer than yours, yet also with some light excitement. She never thought that someone would be capable of making her feel at ease but here you're, unwillingly lifting the corners of her lips with your sweet behavior..

"Ahh, but I just can't wait! We didn't go out together for a very long time..!" - you whine, puff out your cheeks in a playful manner.

"You're right, my dear.." - a small smile on her face gets wider, as she tickles your chin with her fingers, before pulling you into a quick kiss. - "And I'm willing to fix my bad attitude today in any way, angel.."

Such sudden expressions of love were your favorite, as it always was hard to predict when your girlfriend would surprise you like that..

"Any way?! You even let me spoon feed you?" - you giggle again, pulling her closer to the sweets cafe you wanted to visit today. - "Ahh, then I totally can't wait now, hehe..!"

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The insides of the building were absolutely adorable, in light pastel colors, not that bright, perfect for Otome's taste. With her calm and more emotionless behavior, she let you lead her here, watching with delight how you, her girlfriend, spoke so easily and friendly with everyone around, not ashamed to ask stuff about something or just act a little silly.

"Ahh, look! It's just like me and you!" - with a small titter you pointed out on a pastry showcase.

She leaned closer just to look at a seven layer cake with white sprinkles and gorgeous purple sugar flowers made of mastic on the top, and then at the group of small cupcakes with bright rainbow buttercream and bunch of details and decoration on them.

"Want to order it, then?" - not able to control her emotions, Otome chuckled and looked back at you. Well, your face right now definitely was as bright as these little cupcakes, luring all attention to your lively figure.

"Of course..! And I already found something for the drinks.." - with a more naughty smile, you take her to the drinks stand, showing a special offer that dragged your attention, when your lover was looking at cakes.

"Special offer for couples..?" - she mumbled, and her brows twitched, just for a second, yet you were able to notice this quick flash of confusion as she read the title of the brochure with a photo of a big glass of strawberry milkshake and lovers' heart straw. - "This is such a cliche, dear.."

"But you said you would do everything I want today..!" - you laugh, touching her waist and embracing her in a soft hug.

"That's not exactly what I said.." - oh, you totally can feel how she is trying to hide her nervousness with a tired sigh. - "But it seems I don't really have a choice, am I..?"

Maybe, as a Prime Minister and just as a dominating confident woman she can put you in place, yet.. Spoiling you was her new addiction, and your games were always so amusing, bringing new interesting emotions from her soul.

"Let's sit here, then.." - she showed one of the small tables in the corner and you can't help but giggle. Even right now still so stealthy, trying to find the most calm place in the loudness and brightness of the cafe.. That was Otome, after all, and you nod, walking with her hand in hand to wait for your order..

"Aww, here's so many details.." - you mumble as you two sit down, eyes wandering all over the place. - "Look at these tissues with little hearts! And these small postcards on every table.. 'We hope you have a great day!' It's so sweet, I don't even know what the cutest thing is here..!"

"I know.." - Otome softly chortles with amusement, enjoying your sincere joy. - "You. You're the cutest thing here.."

"Aww, and you're saying this right after complaining about our date being a cliche?" - you laughed along with your girlfriend, feeling as your fingertips touch her.

"Mm, okay, I will call it some ageless classics then.." - it feels so refreshing to hear such playful silly notes in her voice.

Yet then she moved her hand further, covering your one and stroking your wrist with her fingers in some slow, gentle manner. Such a light movement but sudden blush appeared on your cheeks as you looked at her pale face that now was so mesmerizing, filled with sincere love.. It was so rare when the smoky grayness of her eyes got thinner, letting her real emotions show in her gaze, and you can't help but get hypnotized every time, trying to see more and more of this piece of her inner world..

"Your order.." - The soft voice of the waitress makes you wake up from thoughts, and you quickly thank her, getting back to the bright reality of a sweets cafe.

"Oh, it's bigger than I thought.." - Otome raised an eyebrow, looking at the glass with a milkshake, yet you just giggle.

"Well, cause it's for two people.. Let's try?"

And despite you being in such a good energetic mood today, seeing the face of your lover so close as you two drink through shared straw makes your heart tickle, and you get more silent, just admiring her beauty and such prolonged eye contact that show you more than any words can.

"More sugary than my casual drinks, but it's very pleasant.." - pulling away, Otome nodded with a smile, taking a small fork to try her cake yet you quickly stopped her.

"Someone forgot about my words back then in the streets?" - you stand up for a moment and swap plates with her. - "If you wanted to try your pretty cake, just ask..!"

She closed her eyes for a moment, as if she was experiencing internal conflict. There's so many people around, and of course most of them recognized her, and as a cold imperious Prime Minister she didn't want to ruin her image. But.. isn't it her personal life where she can be happy? Where she finally can feel some care and love, even in such a goofy way..?

"Alright, darling.." - a small smile returned to her lips as she leaned closer. - "Let me take a bite."

Your face also gets softer as you do understand how much it's cost her to actually be herself, so you carefully put a small piece of cake in a fork and feed her with a smile of adoration, without any teasing.

"How is it? Did I make a good choice when ordering this?" - voice drops to a whisper, as you return the favor, caressing her knuckles with your free hand.

"It's not bad.. And what would you say about this?" - with these words she carefully took one of the cupcakes, helping you bite a little.

"Mm..!! Yummy" - you giggle, quickly chewing a sweet dough. - "Ahh, I even want to drink again.."

For a moment you both get silent and the Otome raises an eyebrow, waiting for you to drink, yet you just look away with an awkward smile:

"Wait, this is a couple's milkshake, we should drink it together, you know..? So, um.."

"You always have such silly ideas.." - she was unable to hide her laugh, actually enjoying this pure shyness of yours. - "Alright, dear, if you want to.."

You both leaned closer again, now just holding hands and looking at each other while drinking. Is this your cupcake too sweet or is this tickling in your stomach from such an intimate passion moment..?

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"Ahh.. I'm full.." - a pleasant sigh escapes your lips as you look at your girlfriend when you both leave the cafe.

"We're actually capable of finishing the whole glass.." - she chuckles, hiding her wallet in her bag before tickling your elbow with her fingers, slowly getting lower and taking your hand.

"I told you! Hehe, we need to get back here once again.." - you squeeze her finger, clinging to her shoulder with a happy smile, noticing with joy as the same smile appears on her lips:

"Mm, maybe after some time.. But our next date would be planned by me, okay?"

"Let me guess, it's going to be a museum..? Or an opera?" - you look up at the sky, actually wondering where her refined taste would lead you two.

"I want to hear more of your guesses, keep going.."

Maybe it would be the total opposite of your choice, yet you were already looking forward to it. Cause this difference between you two was the reason for your relationship to be so lively and fresh, don't you think?

#hypmic x reader #hypmic imagines #hypmic #hypnosis mic #party of words x reader #party of words #otome tohoten x reader #otome tohoten #hypmic Otome #hypnosis mic Otome #otome x reader

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