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illubean · 3 months

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Can I req an influencer/celebrity Iso x bakery owner reader?

Or just an Iso x bakery owner in general :0 <3

Sugar and Stardust

Characters: Li Zhao "Iso" Yu Type: Fluff, Oneshot, Gn!reader, Normal AU??? like the vp and all that doesn't exist

did I name the bakery after a mlp character? Yes. Yes I did.

Warning: none

Being an idol wasn't as glorious as people made it seem. There were so many factors that lots of people wouldn't be able to handle. There was paparazzi, demanding managers, and crazy fans who sometimes forget their favs are human too.

Needless to say, Li was exhausted after his last tour. He had spent around 4 weeks performing under his stage name Iso, bouncing around countries that we're far from home. But now, he was finally able to relax.

He decided to spend his time off back at his hometown, visiting family and old friends. Iso's birthplace was relatively small compared to the big cities he's grown used to, meaning it was much safer to go out without some disguise. He walked through the market place, looking at all the familiar shops and reminiscing of his younger years.

There were a few street vendors, a convenience store and... wait a minute.

Huh, that place must be new.

Iso stopped, looking up at the sign that read "Sunset Shimmer Bakery" in fancy writing.

I guess I'll give it a try.

Iso entered the bakery and was immediately struck by the scent of freshly baked pastries. He looked around, taking in the warm and cozy atmosphere. There were warm toned lights strung along the ceiling, which gave a much gentler feel compared to bright florescents. The air around him was warm and there were tables with soft cushioned chairs in sort of a gold-yellow hue.

You perked up at the sound of a customer entering and made your way towards the counter from the kitchen.

"Hello, and welcome to Sunset Shimmer Bakery. Are you ready to get an order started or do you need a moment?"

Iso looked up at the source of the voice and his pupils dilatated. In front of them was the most beautiful person he had ever seen, despite being in a flour covered apron.

"I uh- one minute please."

"Alright, I'll be over here when you're ready."

The man stood staring for a moment as you returned to what you had been doing before. Snapping out of his trance, he took some time to assess the sweets in the display case in front of him. There was a plethora of pastries and other sweets, ranging from mini cheesecakes and muffins to more Chinese snacks like custard buns and jiandui (sesame balls).

After a few moments more, he looked up to see you had finished your task and were now waiting on him.

"Are you ready to order?" You asked with a sweet smile. You were just doing your job but god Iso couldn't help but to think you were adorable.

"Yeah, I think I'll take one of those," he said, pointing into the display case."

Somehow, your face seemed to light up even more as you went to open up the case.

"This one is one of my favorites! I like to call it Star-berry Shortcake!"

The pastry was a single serving sized strawberry shortcake, with a tiny bit of gold powder sprinkled over the top with some star sprinkles decorating the top.

You packed up a slice in a box for him before sticking something to the top of it and putting it in a small bag. The man got out his wallet, ready for you to tell him his total before looking up and seeing you holding the bag out to him.

"This one's on the house!"

He was quick to argue, being more than willing to pay you but you just smiled and shook your head with an "I insist".

Iso sighed, taking the bag and then thanking you. He begins to head towards the door before stopping in his tracks and turning back to you.

"By the way...what's your name?"

You let out a soft and angelic laugh before answering "It's Y/n."

The idol nodded before bidding you goodbye once again, making his way back home. Once there, he sat down and pulled his sweet treat out of the bag before reading the note you had stuck to the top.

"I never thought such a big star would walk into my little bakery. Thank you for the visit, Iso <3"

Iso smiles at the note and the little heart you drew in the corner. Setting it aside, he began to eat the cake he just bought- was given. The cake was delicious and seemed to be just as sweet as you had been.

He would have to visit your shop again. If not for the baked goods, then it would be for the cute owner that has piqued his interest.

#valorant #valorant x you #valorant x reader #valorant headcanons #valorant iso #iso x reader #iso x you #iso valorant #iso #li zhao yu

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mamirhodessxox · 14 days

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😭😭 need a fic of him just in interrupting reader while baking ( reader could be a baker and trying new recipes to add to their menu )

Cherries On Top

Cody Rhodes x Baker Fem!Reader

Desc: Y/N is trying to focus on adding new sweet treats to her bakery’s menu but her husband tends to be a distraction.

Contents: Fluff, Cody being a little annoying but in a tolerable way, SMALL indications of smut, Y/N being a lil cutie Patootie!

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Before Y/N & Cody established a relationship between them Y/N had a small little bakery filled with alll sorts of sweets & treats! Once a month she would spend an entire day whipping up pies & cakes and many other scones & sweets to add on the menu at her little bakery & do cooking youtube videos & Today was that day.

Y/N was in the middle of recording in the kitchen, Cody would walk by every now and then or stand behind her and watch over her shoulder to see what she was doing. But then he became more vocal.

She was currently working on a bourbon pound cake. “Don’t you need measuring cups for this part?” He questioned while his hand ran up and down her back while his wife shrugged “I’m just gonna add like a few shot glasses worth of bourbon.” He shot open his eyes and looked over at her camera set up and shook his head dramatically “She’s gonna get me drunk with a cake.” Since he was video bombing Y/N she decided that she would put him to a little work and start stirring the cake mix while she poured bourbon into the mix very carefully & poured him a small shot as a reward which he pridefully took

Y/N was instructing her future viewers how to carefully put the mixture into the pan & how long to leave it in the oven but Cody randomly popped back into the kitchen “Check out my gun.” She looked up as he interrupted her speech & smiled “It’s a salt shooter my dad got it for him.” “Maybe next time I make steak I can season salt onto it with my cool gun yeah?” She shook her head “No because you’re gonna break something. Just use your hands.” He glared for a second and sassily shook his head “I won’t break anything.”

6 minutes later Y/N worked on another small pastry while the cake was in the oven & suddenly the lights started flickering & she laughed a little before he walked back into camera frame “What are you whipping up now?” “Blueberry crois-“ “Hold on wait I have a quick question what did 50 cent do when he was hungry? 58.” “Your not funny.” He shrugged with a smug smile “I’m actually very funny.” She hummed nodding slowly “whatever helps you sleep at night my love.” He raised an eyebrow and looked at a bowl full of flour.

Hmmmm…….

Interesting…..

What if he just….

“CODY GARRET RUNNELS GODDAMNIT I’M GOING TO KILL YOU IN YOUR SLEEP!” Y/N stood there frozen as he actively poured flour over her head while letting out a mischievous laugh “uh ohh she said the full na-“ she splashed him in the face with water “well deserved.” She glared up at him & picked up her bowl filled with yet to be stirred eggs while grinning to herself as her husband backed up and raised his hands in defense “No…Y/N….” She squinted and nodded “your right that would be to messy.” She sighed while he let out a chuckle of relief but she caved & poured the eggs all over him making him gasp and look at her while she giggled & grabbed the flour bag before shaking what remained inside all over him before he turned starring at a glass of milk that sat on the counter next to one of the bowls it was supposed to be inside of.

Eventually she gave up on the video she tried making & giggled while playfully kissing her lover while he grinned biting her lip a little & grip at her waist “You sure you don’t wanna take it any furth-“ she nodded immediately and pulled away before prancing up the stairs to get clean “C’mon Codes your filthy.”

This was just the Cherry On Top for Cody, he immediately tossed away the kitchen towel & followed behind her before giving Y/N a light smack on the butt chuckling

“The shower is your best idea yet sweetheart.”

“Pervert.”

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rom-e-o · 6 months

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More modern Ebenezer/Constance!

These two are so delightfully awkward. <3

“Here you are, Mr. Scrooge,” she said politely. “One flat white. Oh, and here.”

She also handed him a small box, which she said was filled with pastries. It felt heavy and quite dense, requiring him to splay his fingers beneath the weight of the box to hold it.

“You work in an office, right?” Constance asked. “Please accept this. I hope you and the others enjoy them. Consider it a ‘thank you’ for your kind words.”

Without even looking inside to see what she was giving him, he could tell by the sweet, cinnamon-speckled aroma that the contents of the box likely came from the café’s bakery. “Oh, I couldn’t …”

“You must!” she insisted, her kind smile never faltering. “I’m sure there are some people in your office who skipped breakfast. It’s better to eat a pastry than nothing at all, I think.”

Seeing that he wasn’t going to deter the woman, and because he knew his coworkers would likely appreciate the baked goods in lieu of their coffee machine being broken, he surrendered with a thankful smile. “Well, that is exceptionally kind of you. I see the stereotype of American generosity is alive and well.”

It was her turn to stammer, and he watched in intrigue as she tucked a spiral of red hair behind one of her ears.

“Well, it was inspired by your kindness, sir,” Constance said. She bowed to him, her strawberry-blonde curls dropping over her shoulders as she did so. “Thank you again for being so sweet to me.”

With his hands now full, the woman followed Ebenezer to the door to hold it for him and make sure he got out safely. As he began his walk back down the sidewalk and toward his practice’s building, he glanced back over his shoulder and saw Constance standing in the doorway and waving to him.

The chilly, concrete streets of London’s financial district were a backdrop that only served to make everything about her form stand out more. From her coppery hair to her red corseted top to her, and even down to the glow of her tanned skin and smattering of freckles, everything about her radiated warmth. The juxtaposition was stark, like seeing a star glittering against a night sky.

He walked back to his office in a daze, barely noticing when he was thanked by the building’s other inhabitants for putting the pastries in one of the large communal kitchens.

When he made it back to his desk, coffee still in hand, Bob cast him a curious look from his station as he passed.

“You’re back!” he enthused. “Ah, looks like your trip was a success. The coffee smells good.”

“Hm?” Scrooge said, then broke out of his daydream with a laugh. “Oh! Yes, quite. It’s lovely.”

“Lovely?” the man asked, a brow lofting in amusement at the peculiar choice in adjective to describe a beverage. “Well, that’s quite a positive review!”

“Yes,” he parroted again. “It was certainly worth the trip out. Thank you for the recommendation.”

Taking a sip, the quality of the coffee was … quite good. It was a nicely brewed medium roast coffee with the proper amount of milk added. There was a touch of sweetness as well, which was far from unwelcome for a man who preferred to take his black tea with at least one lump of the granulated stuff. It was certainly better quality than what he would have gotten from the automated machine down in the lobby, and that was what mattered most, he supposed. Plus, he’d supported a local business, an initiative that had become much more near and dear to his heart in the past year.

Yet, as he sank into his seat and took another warm sip, he found it harder to descend back into the rhythm of work. Even as calls came in or meetings called him away, his caffeine-fueled brain kept drifting back to the brick coffee house a few blocks away.

The thoughts posed such an effective distraction that he never stopped to think why that could be.

For the next few weeks, Ebenezer found himself visiting New Grounds Coffee Co. every day on his morning walk into the office.

The first experience had been so pleasant after all that he felt obliged to support the business. Also, there was the small matter of thanking Constance for her kindness.

That next morning, he walked into the coffeehouse not knowing what to expect. Would she even be working? He hadn’t paid it much thought, but when he saw her smile and wave at him from behind the counter, the suddenly found himself with a spring in his step.

“Good morning, Mr. Scrooge!” she greeted positively, her voice as chipper as ever. He nodded in mutual greeting, unable to resist returning a matching smile.

He saw some of the other customers and workers wince at her loud American cadence, but he hardly minded. She was happy to see him, after all.

“I’m quite impressed,” Ebenezer said as he stepped up to the counter, his gloved hands coming together to rest at his waist, “You remembered my name.”

She nodded; a gesture more confident than boastful.

“Well, I don’t often forget a face. Especially one of someone who was such a hero to me.”

Her sweet words inspired a rush of awe, but his brow furrowed in concern. “Now, surely what I did was nothing heroic. That man from yesterday was being shrill, and someone would have put him in his place eventually.”

A noncommittal hum answered his speculation. He noticed she didn’t look convinced, and suddenly felt self-conscious about not simply accepting the kind comment she’d given him. However, before he could reply, she added, “Well, you were the one who actually stopped him, so you were my hero for the rest of the day.”

For the first time in many years, a woman had made him blush. Although he was only 50 years of age, it had been a while since another person had complimented him well enough to make him go red in the face. Whether it was her sincerity, her cheerfulness, or her bright smile … he wasn’t sure, but the effect on his heart spoke for itself loudly against his ribcage.

“I-I’m happy to see you, Miss Constance,” he clumsily segued, hoping to distract from his embarrassment and carry on their conversation. “I wanted to thank you for yesterday.”

She cocked her head. “Thank me?”

“My coworkers did appreciate the pastries. I heard a lot of positive feedback, so hopefully you’ll have some more clients coming your way soon.”

“Oh, wonderful! I’m so glad to hear that!” she enthused. He heard the heels of her tall shoes click as she bounced behind the counter. Goodness, the woman was more excitable than some puppies he’d met.

It was ... cute.

#scrooge 2022 #scrooge netflix #scrooge x oc #oc constance dogoode

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allfryam · 1 year

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Sugarcoated

Andrew was an all star basketball player all through high school and he loved it. He worked out often and he had a slim body with a nice six pack.

andrew was always in shape. He loved playing sports and exercising so it was easy for him. When Andrew was almost finished with his senior year of high school, he had to pick his college classes. When Andrew was looking through the list he found a baking class. Andrew always wanted to step out of his comfort zone and maybe get into a new hobby. Besides, Andrew loved sweets so it would be free food. Andrew was always in for free food.

His whole life, Andrew loved eating. It was the only thing he liked more than working out. He had a crazy fast metabolism though so he would never gain a pound. Once, he ate an entire pizza all by himself. When he was finished he even drove out to get some ice cream. His mom always said his stomach was like a bottomless pit.

andrew’s first few weeks at college were great. His roommate was in a few of his classes including the baking class. With all of the homework and parties Andrew was going to, he almost never had time to work out. This was fine with him though because he couldn’t gain weight if he tried.

one day in his baking class, the teacher made Andrew and his roommate stay and talk to him after class. He told them he accidentally baked three times the amount of cookies he needed to bake. He was wondering if Andrew and his roommate could eat the extras so he wouldn’t have to throw any away.

Andrew thought this would be easy. How many cookies could it even be? 10? 12? “48”. Said the teacher. Andrew didn’t know what to say. 48 cookies was a lot. But he was definitely going to try.

The first few cookies were great. They were like sugar cookies but with a really rich icing on top. After about 10 cookies, Andrew’s roommate said he had to go, so he wished Andrew good luck and left.

Andrew ate the cookies two at a time, one in each hand. Eventually it came down to just two more. Andrew could barely eat another bite. With the encouragement of his teacher, he shoved the last two cookies down his throat and let out a massive burp of relief. And for the fist time in forever, Andrew could see his stomach just barely poking out from beneath his shirt.

over the next few months, Andrew started eating more and more desserts as the class got more intense. Pies, cakes, cookies, biscuits, pastries, bread, scones. And Andrew loved it. He started to notice that all of his shirts were starting to get tighter. There must have been a problem with the washing machine.

it eventually got to the point where Andrew found out he could take a lot of his classes online so he would even have to leave his dorm. Even the baking class would send him ingredients to make the pastries at home. Andrew loved this idea. And apparently so did his stomach.

andrew’s roommate eventually said something to Andrew about his weight gain. He pointed out how none of his shirts fit anymore and he could always see his new round jiggly belly bouncing around when he walked. He also told Andrew he loved it.

Andrew decided that his roommate was just playing a prank on him and he wasn’t gaining weight at all. But it got so bad that Andrew would only wear sweatpants, and he didn’t even bother trying to put on a shirt. Besides, he enjoyed the freedom of letting his belly do what it wanted.

Andrew’s roommate loved to bring home dessert for Andrew and he loved to watch Andrew eat it even more. One time he brought home an entire chocolate cake with rich, creamy icing and bits of Oreos drizzled on top. Andrew was eager to have a slice or two but his roommate wanted him to eat the whole thing.

Andrew started with the first slice. He didn’t even use a fork, just his chubby, greasy hands. He shoved the cake into his face, smearing chocolate all over his lips. He grabbed a second slice and did the same, his stomach began to stretch and expand, getting closer and closer to the counter. After the third slice, Andrew’s stomach was pressed up against the counter. Andrew was eager to finish this cake as he never gave up on a bet.

he moved to the couch and laid on his back with his expanding stomach in the air, wobbling as he laid down. He shoved the fourth piece into his mouth and was starting to feel full. He told his roommate to help him with the last two slices. He was happy to shove some more cake into his mouth. He climbed on top of Andrew’s stomach and began to push cake into his mouth like he was pushing coins into a slot machine.

by the end of the year, Andrew had completely changed. His sharp jawline now completely covered by a thick double chin. His muscular arms were more like flabby sausages now and the most significant change was his stomach. At the beginning of the year he had rock hard abs that looked like they had been carved from stone. But now, he had a large, round, hairy, ball of lard for a stomach. It completely hung over his belt and Andrew hadn’t seen his feet in months. Andrew didn’t plan on stopping either. After nearly 85 lbs of weight piled onto him, he finally realized that he was fat. And he loved it.

#exjock #fat belly #fatty #eating #chubby #wg #fat #fatty piggy #gaining #getting bigger #gaining fat #fat gut #gaining weight #gaining fiction

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afunfunkytime · 1 year

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sippi hcs because im procrastinating and brainrotting him so hard rn i wanna kiss him so bad also it's his birthday

happy birthday my beloved magnolia

ANYWAY

-makes the prettiest most delicate looking pies. like they real pretty. fancy flower designs on top made out of pastry. so beautiful.

-obsession with dressing up teddy bears in funky lil outfits. they sit on a shelf in his bedroom and stare menacingly. he loves them. they all have names. he makes most of them himself but his friends give him many plushie gifts.

-wears socks and sandals sometimes

-the fucking king of bubble baths, he loves his bath supplies. mans favourite activity is just relaxing in THE most aesthetically pleasing bubble bath of all time. he has his scented candles, his soft classical music, a glass of wine or seven. bliss.

-owns foxes! the red fox is one of his state animals so i like to imagine he rescues foxes that can't be rewilded and nurses them back to health or simply takes care of them. they're all named after types of magnolia. they are his babies.

-really good at storytelling. like. REALLY good. he gets really into it and does a bunch of voices for different characters, mans has the Muppets he can totally do this, he doesn't speak up very often to tell stories but when he does? enthralled.

-pretty much a disney princess. animals love him. mans can pet wild animals. he doesn't do it often because Respect Nature but mans will pick up hurt animals to take them to a vet because he can.

-owns many fancy ducks. he has the coolest duck as his state waterfowl, mans loves a fancy lookin duck. theyre all named after plants

-speaking of plants, he's a total dork about plants. HUGE nerd. physically cannot shut up about plants. he gets very excited when he sees a plant he hasn't seen before, takes pictures and stores em in a scrapbook for plants he has. owns MANY houseplants. his garden is BEAUTIFUL. flowers and trees of many different types, he grows all his own fruit and vegetables, he loves plants. so much.

-incredible at ballet. he's been dancing for almost two centuries, he's very talented and makes it look easy. he's performed in many ballets, and the south always comes to his performances to give him flowers and compliments.

-baking is his passion. mans has a huge sweet tooth and spends a lot of his free time baking with equally as much of a baking nerd, Alabama. he makes some good fuckin desserts, he usually gives these to friends as gifts but mans keeps a few for himself. as a treat.

-despite not really being known for it, sippi can figure skate. he likes swirly twirly sports. if he can spin and look pretty? hes in.

-gay.

-very gay.

-hopeless romantic. daydreams about kissing his crush under the stars. sadly he is bitchless.

-hella muscular, hella squishy. your honour he is THICCC. not an exaggeration. he looks soft and cute because he is soft and cute, until he flexes, then he looks like he could fuck you up. mans has those pinchable cheeks, grandmas love him. very strong arms and legs because ballet but he has squishy thighs and soft stomach. the missititties are fantastic. i hc him as a bit overweight. kneading him like bread dough rn. he is a BEAR.

-puts the ass in landmass, lord this man is caked up

-PUT HIM IN A DRESS. A SOFT PRETTY DRESS WITH A FLOWY SKIRT PERFECT FOR TWIRLING. PUT HIM IN IT.

-enjoys flower pressing. mans has a little book with dried flowers in it. it's very relaxing.

-fuckin angelic singing voice. could be a mermaid if he wanted to be.

-stretch marks. because they're cute.

-cannot drive for shit. his truck is 73% duct tape. is not allowed to drive with other people in the car because he is terrifying. speed limits are a suggestion. mans is going sonic speeds down those country roads.

-covered in freckles. button nose. dimples when he smiles. has many scars.

-cries over sad songs and pictures of kittens.

-gives his friends bouquets with sweet meanings, mans speaks flower language.

-the KING of flower crowns. mans is always wearing one, he makes them so intricate and detailed and he loves doing it. gives all his friends loving flower crowns.

-has a magnolia sleeve tattoo because magnolias symbolise perseverance and mans has been through some shit.

-vegetarian 2x a week

-nerd. has cute glasses because he highkey can't see.

-THE prettiest eyes. ethereal. enchanting. crystalline blue.

-works as a weatherman and LOVES it. aside from when he gets called landmass.

-definitely a storm chaser

-bama calls him Maggie, short for Magnolia

-everyone has a different nickname for him. sippi, missy, sips, magnolia, miss, maggie, miso, misosouppi, souppi, sippo, missis, the list is endless

-incredible hugger. he's chubby and warm and smells like magnolias and baking, and he has titties you can bury your face in. he's perfect. and very touch starved. will ruffle other states hair.

I love him your honour. He is my darling magnolia. I want to kiss him.

#ben brainard #welcome to the statehouse #welcome to the table #wttsh #wttt #the table #i love him #bites him #hes my blorbo rn #biting him kissing him hugging him #just HIM #Look at him.#hes so soft your honour #hes also deeply miserable and sad but those hcs are not fun enough for his birthday #happy birthday sippi!!!!

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harlowmiller · 4 months

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Character Name: Harlow Miller

Character Age: 32

Birthday: July 27th, 1991

Faceclaim: Kat Graham

Neighborhood: Orchid Park

Occupation: Owner of Bread & Butter

Biography

Harlow Miller was born in 1989 in Covington, Georgia to a single mother. Harlow's mother worked hard as a nurse to provide for Harlow, often working long night shifts at the local hospital. Her father was not present in her life growing up, which sometimes made her questions why he couldn't bring himself to be in her life. Despite that, she had a happy childhood, with a modest and loving upbringing. She had a huge family in Covington, and knew almost everyone around town.

In high school, she really came out of her shell. Her kind and jovial nature not only made here likable, but popular. Harlow's athleticism led her to try out for the cheerleading squad in 10th grade. She made the team, becoming one of the star cheerleaders. Harlow brought infectious energy and enthusiasm to the squad, t. She balanced her cheering commitments with challenging courses, earning excellent grades.

Life would have been perfect, until tragedy struck when she was 15. Her mother was diagnosed with a rare and aggressive form of leukemia. After a brave battle, Sarah passed away just before Harlow's 16th birthday. Losing her mother at such a young age was heartbreaking for the teen. Her mother's death forced her to grow up quickly, though it didn't dim her kindness. She moved in with her aunt and uncle nearby (who she always saw as her second set of parents) and finished high school living with them.

After high school, Harlow set her sights on higher education at the prestigious Savannah College of Art and Design. The creative vibes at SCAD gave Harlow a place to express her grief through art. She put her amazing talents to work and graduated with top honors, earning a BFA in Painting. However, while she was job searching, she felt as if something was missing.

It was her childhood friend Amy who first introduced Harlow to the wonders of baking. One particularly difficult week—after Harlow failed to land a job, again—Amy invited her over. There, she suggested they bake since Amy found baking relaxing. As they baked, she felt a familiar sense of comfort and creativity stir within her. Amy called her a natural and persuaded her to take baking seriously. With no job prospects in sight, Harlow signed up for a prestigious pastry program soon after. She immersed herself in mastering the techniques of breadmaking and decorating elaborate pastries.

After honing her skills, she took the courageous step of opening her own bakery at 27 years old—using the inheritance her mom left her to help finance the new business. She named it Bread & Butter. Harlow poured her heart and soul into creating a welcoming community space that shared her love of baking through high-quality breads and pastries. Owning her business was fulfilling but demanding work. At the very beginning, Harlow routinely worked 15 hour days. Her perseverance paid off as Bread & Butter gained a loyal following for its exceptional baked goods.

A few years after starting her business, romance came knocking. He was charming and driven, and they formed an instant connection. After 1 year of dating, he proposed, and although she knew she wasn't ready—she accepted and they began planning their wedding. However, as the big day grew closer, she realized deep down that she couldn't go through with the wedding. She was glad to have followed her instincts because not too long after that; she found out he had gotten another woman pregnant. This experience left Harlow guarded when it came to romance. She has remained single in the years since, focusing her energy instead on the bakery, her friends and family.

Personality

Sunny Optimist: Despite the hardships life has thrown her way, Harlow maintains a cheerful, glass-half-full perspective. Her warm smile lights up any room she enters.

Old Soul: Wise and nurturing beyond her years, Harlow has a nostalgic old soul. She loves music from the 60 through to the 90s.

Empathetic Listener: She never shies away from lending a listening ear to someone in need. She offers compassion and thoughtful advice.

Cautious with romance: After almost marrying the wrong man, she has remained single, guarded when it comes to relationships.

Wanted Connections

Best friend: Samara Khanna, Ahalya Reddy

Tennis partner: She's not that great at tennis, but likes playing just to get active. That's how they met. They could be close or just have a passing friendship.

Friends: Harlow knows everyone, so this is pretty straightforward.

Enemies: Maybe another competitive baker, or her ex. I'm open to any ideas lol.

Love interest: He's a teacher who has visited the bakery in the mornings—for a year now—before school to grade papers and enjoy coffee and pastries. He's friendly and before long, Harlow starts to look forward to chatting with him during his visits. There’s an undeniable chemistry sparking between them, although she's hesitant to take it further. Little did she know, he was the best friend of her ex fiancé. Nolan Jackson

#covingtonintro

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elementaldoughnut12 · 10 months

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"Happy Birthday Dandelion"

*I'm hitting you guys with another SamLud fic for Sami's birthday! Happy birthday Sami you ginger angel!*

Ludwig was busy mixing the cake batter when he felt strong arms wrap around his waist and Sami's head looking over his shoulder. "What are you doing violet?" Sami asked as he kissed Ludwig's cheek. Ludwig immediately blushed at the nickname and from the kiss while trying not to spill the bowl. "Well schatz it is your birthday today right? So it's my duty as your loving boyfriend to make you a cake for said occasion" Ludwig said proudly. "Violet, you know you don't have to go through all this trouble just for my birthday... I would've been happy receiving a cake from you that you bought from the store" Sami said while hugging Ludwig from behind.

Ludwig looked at him with a look mixed with shock and disgust. "You really think I? Ludwig Kaiser! Would give the love of my life a mere pathetic representation of a pastry that looked like it was found inside a dumpster and beaten with a stick? Absolutely not! It's your birthday and you deserve to have a cake made by yours truly! Do I make myself clear schatz?" Ludwig said giving Sami a serious look. "He's cute when he's mad" Sami thought but nodded his head in agreement. "Good! Now can you please pass me the liqueur" he said which gave Sami a confused look. "Don't you mean liquor chérie?" Sami asked. "It's pronounced liqueur but yes I need the liquor" Ludwig said with a smile as Sami passed him the liquid.

As Ludwig poured the liqueur into the mix and started stirring he felt Sami's eyes burning into his back. "If you keep staring at me it will take longer for me to finish it meine liebe" he said while looking at Sami's flustered face. "O-oh yeah right! I-I'll just go wait at the table til you're ready!" Sami said then he kissed Ludwig's cheek and ran which caused Ludwig to chuckle. "How I ever ended up with that man will always be a mystery to me" Ludwig thought with a smile as he put the cake in the oven and set the timer for an hour.

Sami was sitting at the dining room table anxiously waiting for Ludwig to bring him his cake. When Ludwig put the tray on the table Sami was in awe. It was a yellow cake with cream in the middle and topped with honey and almonds. "This looks delicious violet! What is it?" Sami asked while not tempting to ruin the perfect cake. "It's a Bienenstich or normally called a German Bee Sting Cake and it was rumored to be created by German bakers from the 15th century who lobbed beehives at raiders from a neighboring village, successfully repelling them, and celebrated later by baking a version of this cake named after their efforts.” Ludwig said with a blush on his face.

"I can't wait to try it! But I don't wanna ruin it so maybe you could feed it to me? It is my birthday" Sami said with a smile. Ludwig blushed and sat in Sami's lap and cut a piece of the cake and fed it to him. Ludwig swore that he saw stars in Sami's eyes when he ate his first bite. "Violet... this is delicious! You're an amazing baker!" he said which caused Ludwig to blush. "I'm glad you like it! Alles Gute zum Geburtstag Löwenzahn" he said while giving Sami kisses. "What does that mean violet?" Sami said with crumbs all over his mouth causing Ludwig to giggle. "It means happy birthday dandelion" he said while wiping Sami's face which caused Sami to blush. "With you violet, this was the best birthday ever" he said then he kissed Ludwig deeply. Ludwig was happy he gave his dandelion the best birthday ever while Sami was happy he got to spend it with his violet.

#SamLud #sami x ludwig #sami zayn #ludwig kaiser #aew wrestling #world wrestling entertainment #im the captain of this ship #birthday fic

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lovelyfanatical · 11 months

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I Get a Sugar Rush Whenever I'm With You - Chapter 6.1

Good evening fellow Drukkari stans, or whatever time it is for you! We're officially over the halfway mark in terms of chapters! I honestly wasn't sure I would even make it this far, so if you're still reading, thank you for being here ❤️ If you missed any chapters before this, I made a table of contents that you can find here. Last week, Druig won Star Baker, but more importantly, Makkari's coming over! What will happen next? Find out now, in the next installment of Drukkari in the Great British Bake Off!

Druig had agonized for days over Makkari’s visit. He really wasn’t sure how it had even happened. One minute, she was talking about éclairs. The next, he’s scheduling a time for her to come over. If they hadn’t been texting about it, he would’ve thought he was mistaken. But once he was sure it was happening, he’d cleaned everything from top to bottom – twice. Not that there was much to clean. Druig lived alone and didn’t keep too many possessions. In fact, after he finished cleaning, he wondered if he should go out and buy more stuff just so his place didn’t look so barren. She might think he was a serial killer with how clean and empty it looked.

Unfortunately, it was too late to redecorate. He heard a knock at the door and felt his heart immediately drop to his stomach. Taking a deep breath, he walked to the door as calmly as he could and opened it. Makkari stood there with her arms full of groceries and the biggest smile on her face, and suddenly, Druig’s nerves began to dissipate. He invited her in, taking some of the bags to the kitchen for her. As he set them down, he looked up to see her taking in the room. She turned back to him with a sly smile and asked, Does your flat always smell this strongly of citrus, or were you making a lemon cake before I got here?

He wasn’t even thinking about how his place must smell with all the cleaning products he’d used. Druig felt himself physically cringe as he said, Sorry, I can open a window.

She chuckled as she thanked him. He could still hear her laughing softly as he slid the window open. When he turned back around, she simply asked, Shall we get started?

Oh, you intend to help? he replied teasingly. The great Makkari stoops to lend a hand instead of making me do all the work?

I always intended to learn to make them myself! she answered with mock offense. But I figured it’d be easier if I had you with me the first time at least.

Very well, I’ll teach you, he said, trying not to smile too widely.

Once they’d unpacked all the ingredients, they got to work. Although she was following his instructions, Druig couldn’t help but marvel at Makkari’s skill. The way she expertly mixed the ingredients for the choux pastry. The way she carefully watched the custard and intuitively knew exactly when to turn off the heat. The way she quickly and nimbly popped the pastries into the oven. He hadn’t realized he’d been staring until she looked up at him expectantly. Coming back to himself, he simply asked, Sorry, what did you say?

I said what’s next? she answered, a smile tugging at her lips.

Now, we wait, he said. Do you want a cup of tea?

She nodded, so he set to work putting the kettle on. Once the tea was ready, he brought two steaming mugs to his tiny kitchen table, where Makkari was already seated. He asked her about her week so far, and she launched into a story about a presentation she’d been curating for work about the Emerald Tablet, which Druig happily listened to. She was only a quarter of the way into it when the oven dinged. Soon, it was time to decorate the éclairs. They had barely finished putting the icing on the last one when Makkari started eating. She leaned against the counter and sighed contentedly. Druig couldn’t contain his smile as he asked, Good?

I didn’t think it was possible, but somehow, they’re even better this time, she said, her own smile overtaking her face.

Maybe because you made them yourself, he suggested.

Still your recipe, she replied. I just followed it.

You executed it much better than I did the first time I tried making them. I curdled the custard and burnt the choux.

Everyone does that the first time they make éclairs.

Did you?

No, my éclairs are always flawless, obviously.

They both laughed at that. Once they calmed down again, Druig decided to sample them. Makkari wasn’t kidding. As the mixture of chocolate, cinnamon, and chili powder hit him, he felt his mouth start to water as he leaned on the counter next to her. She nudged him in a silent question. Putting the éclair down, he turned to her to say, You made them better.

I did? she asked, her eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

They were good before, but they’ve never been this good when I made them alone. Arishem definitely would’ve given you a handshake if he’d tasted these.

I can see it now, she began, then coached her face into a stoic expression. Makkari, the choux is perfect. The texture is just right, the custard is very smooth, and the flavors – beautifully balanced. I can’t fault it.

She then offered him her hand, which he readily took. They managed to maintain eye contact for about three seconds as they shook hands before both of them caught the giggles. Once he calmed down a bit, Druig managed to get out, That was dead on!

Thank you! Makkari replied, giving a little bow. Let me know if you need anything else judged.

I’d have you judge all my bakes if I could, he said, a little too quickly. Her eyes widened ever so slightly.

Well, if you want to bake anything else for me, she began, her eyes gaining that signature mischievous twinkle.

If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to trick me into giving up the rest of my recipes before the show, get a leg up on me, he replied, raising an eyebrow at her.

Damn, you’ve seen right through my master plan! she responded, unable to keep the smile off her face. She grew slightly more serious as she continued, Then again, we might be breaking some rules just by meeting up outside of the competition like this.

That’s probably true, Druig affirmed, nodding thoughtfully. But he couldn’t help but grin when he added, If you don’t tell, I won’t tell.

Makkari easily returned his smile as she answered, Deal.

Had to bring it back again, it's too cute 😄 Hope you enjoyed the fluff!!

Part 19

#lovelyfanatical shares #drukkari gbbo au #drukkari #druig x makkari #eternals #eternals fanfiction #they're in luvvvv #is it a date?#druig would like to know

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Thatch - Incurably Romantic

Thatch getting all the love! Requested by @aifozu @itsthefandommash and @sm0ke-sc33n8212 He's such a good bread man, I hope you all enjoy. ;w;

Thatch x GN!Reader / SFW / 1.1k

Song: Incurably Romantic - Yves Montard and Marilyn Monroe

I'm susceptible to stars in the skies, I'm incurably romantic, If they're told to me all covered with sighs, The wildest of lies seems true.

The thing was, Thatch reflexed, he had always been a lucky son of a bitch. Sure, there were a couple of rough years growing up (and them? His blood relations? They weren't family. Not his real family) but once he found Pops and his brothers, Thatch had everything he could have ever wanted.

Finding you was like putting the cherry on top of the very elaborately decorated cake of his life. Meeting you was one of the highlights, the pièce de résistance. Thatch was perfectly content, loved by his family and with a successful bakery to boot.

Then you walked into his bakery and straight into his heart. You were cute but so were a lot of customers who came by. The first meeting wasn't unusual, a simple transaction. You were exceedingly sweet, almost putting his pastries to shame with it. Polite to a fault, even in that short interaction, the moment you left he felt his heartstrings give a tug as if Thatch knew already that you were something special, something to be cherished.

His brothers called him silly for being so love-sick over a simple interaction but Thatch had always fallen fast and hard. Still, something about this felt different.

I'm a set-up for the moon when it's bright, I'm incurably romantic. And I shouldn't be allowed out at night, With anyone quite like you.

When you came back it wasn't a total surprise. Many people did, after all. Especially after getting a taste of his cooking—a fact he was most proud of, thank you—but Thatch got a special kind of thrill whenever you returned.

It took him a long time and plenty of wheedling from his brothers before he worked up the courage to ask you out on a date.

(It was unprofessional, he didn't want to scare you off, what if you didn't like him like that—oh my god, the embarrassment enough might make him keel over. Never mind the fact that all his brothers could see the way you flirted with Thatch and watched him hungrily wherever you stayed there in the bakery to eat.

And it wasn't the food you were hungry for.)

Each time a lovebird sings, I have no defenses, My heart is off on wings Along with my senses.

Baking a round of Petit Fours (and slapping away Ace's searching fingers whenever he got to close), Thatch painstakingly decorated each and every one.

Marco and Ace lingered around and didn't understand why he was going through so much effort. But Thatch needed to make it perfect otherwise it wouldn't count. Each tiny square was delicious, filled with your favorite flavor, and the outside was beautifully decorated.

Only when he was fully satisfied and picked the best one out of the bunch did he let the other two descend like a pack of wolves on the rest.

It was lucky you came in the very next day or else he would have had to make more every day until you did. They needed to be fresh, obviously—he had to put his best foot forward.

After you had paid and sat down, Thatch, with his heart in his throat, came to your table with your order. Seeing the way you smiled at him near melted him on the spot. Feeling like his knees were turning to mush, he awkwardly presented the tiny cake made especially for you. At the very last second, he managed to remember to ask you out on a date.

When you accepted, he could have cried as the release of nervous energy left him in one loud whoosh of breath. Your following laughter was just as lovely as the rest of you.

I'm a set-up for the moon when it's bright, I'm incurably romantic. And I shouldn't be allowed out at night, With anyone quite like you.

Now, a year later Thatch hummed to himself along with the radio. It was the perfect song for what he was working on. There were only a few more things before he could call it done. He'd come home early before you'd arrive so he could recreate the same Petit Fours as before. You'd asked him more than once to make them for you but he'd always claimed he was too busy.

It was and wasn't true; Thatch cooked for you constantly. He truly loved cooking, it was his passion. But cooking for work and for pleasure was something different and he had to put a level of energy into cooking for pleasure that he didn't always have.

But today was special. The day of your anniversary (or well, the day Thatch asked you out. You guys technically didn't start dating until after the first date). But it was the perfect excuse to remake these.

But, oh! Your arms are nice, And it would be awfully nice

As the music played and Thatch couldn't resist singing along, "If you turned out to be starry-eyed like meeee and! Incurably romantic too."

He was expecting the female singer to start on the next lyric, her voice lifting when a new voice joined overtop it from behind him, making Thatch jump.

"Each time a lovebird signs, I have no defenses." Thatch turned to see you standing in the kitchen, smiling at him. You sang on, "My heart is off on wings along with my senses."

I'm a set-up for the moon when it's bright, I'm incurably romantic. And I shouldn't be allowed out at night, With anyone quite like you.

Thatch couldn't resist a chuckle as the male singer picked back up and he leaned against the counter behind him. "Nearly gave me a heart attack, love. Thought you weren't supposed to be home for another hour?"

"Well, I got off early to surprise my boyfriend." You came closer as he raised a brow. "But when I went to his bakery I was told he got off early. I wonder why?"

He smirked. "I can't imagine."

You tilted your head with a knowing smile. "It's a very important day you know."

"Oh?" Thatch asked, playing along.

You nodded. "The day my boyfriend asked me out. I wanted to do something special but it seems I was beaten to the punch." You nodded with your chin behind him at the ingredients laid out and Thatch broke finally.

Laughing, he pulled you closer, ignoring your complaints as he hugged you tight, despite the slight mess on his apron. Pressing a kiss to your temple, he pulled back enough to smile down at you while you huffed.

"Just being with you is special enough," Thatch told you seriously.

"Sap," you replied immediately.

Thatch only smiled harder. "I'd call it being romantic."

Whatever response you would have liked to say was muffled as he captured your lips in his.

But, oh! Your arms are nice, And it would be awfully nice If you turned out to be starry-eyed like me, And incurably romantic too.

#thatch one piece #thatch #bee writes #bee writing #one piece songfic #one piece x reader #thatch x reader

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38. Baking therapy on a budget ft. Genshin Characters: Mona - Follow the Star Pie

Hello, every birdy. Today we are going to be making something that was extremely easy and honestly didn’t cost anything for me. And it probably won’t cost anything for you either. All you have to do is make so cider and use the applesauce, or apple pulp from it. And put that in between two pie crusts.

The character in question: is Mona (Mo-na). She is a frugal astrologist from Modnstandt. When the player first plays. We are thought to believe that she doesn’t have much Mora, Genshins Money system, to her name. However, that is not the case. She has some Mora to her name, she just doesn’t have much on her person.

With that being said, her favorite food is a salad. The reason for this is that it is cheap, easy to whip up and it is filling. I thought for a while about what her recipe would be and as a spur of the moment. I thought that an Apple Pie recipe using some leftover applesauce would be the best. Because I literally didn’t have to buy anything for it.

For this recipe, I followed the Apple Pie Recipe that I have been using since I was a young child. I would always help my mom with the pies on Thanksgiving. And this recipe has been the same ever since. We always go with the Betty Crocker “Scrumptious Apple Pie” Recipe. While also using their Pie crust recipe.

Both recipes and the measurements will be down below. Feel free to check it out for yourselves.

For the Pie crust, you will need

Flour

Salt

Shortening

Ice water

For the filling, you will need:

Sugar

Flour

Cinnamon

Nutmeg

Salt

Applesauce

Butter or margarine

The first thing that we are going to be doing is the pie crust. You can, however, just use the store-bought pie crust.

In a medium-sized bowl, you are going to mix together your flour and salt. Cut in your shortening using either a pastry blender or two table knives. You want this mixture to look like small peas. Now, add your ice water 1 tablespoon at a time. Tossing with a fork, or your clean hand. You will want to do this until all of the flour is moistened and the pastry almost cleans the side of the bowl. You may need 1-2 more tablespoons.

Next, you are going to place your dough on a lightly floured surface. And gather it into a ball. Divide your dough in half, and flatten both rounds. Wrap it in plastic wrap and place it in the refrigerator for 45 minutes. Or the freezer for about 15 minutes.

This is where you can have fun with colors if you want to, just remember to wear gloves so that your hands don’t get stained. I colored my bottom pie crust blue, in honor of the night sky. And then with the top pie crust, I divided that into 4 equal parts. And colored them, yellow, green, and yellow-green. To represent the stars in the sky.

The filling is really easy. And it really didn’t take that long to put together.

I grabbed the apple sauce that I had in my refrigerator and I put that in a bowl. To the applesauce, I added a little bit of sugar. ¼ cup of flour. A tiny bit of cinnamon and nutmeg, because the applesauce already had some spices in it. And a little bit of salt. Stir everything together and let it sit.

Preheat your oven to 425F.

Grab your dough from the freezer or the fridge, and begin rolling it out to the size pie pan you have.

Place the apple sauce mixture on top of the bottom crust.

Now is the fun part. Starting with one of the colors, you are going to roll it out to a thickness you desire. Get yourself a star cookie cutter, and just start cutting out the pie crust as if it were a sugar cookie.

Repeat this step until the pie is covered. Don’t worry if you have leftover dough. Just make them little dots, and they can be stars too.

Place your pie tin onto a cookie sheet so that you won’t have to clean up any spillage that might accrue. It most likely won’t happen with this pie, however, I like a quick and easy cleanup.

Bake your pie for 40 to 50 minutes or until the crust is brown and the juice begins to bubble. Because you are using applesauce, it won’t exactly bubble. However, you will know when it has been done because it has the same kinda consistency of as a Pumpkin Pie.

I had a lot of fun with this recipe. I knew that I wanted to do something fun with Mona’s because I really didn’t want to do another salad. Not that I dislike salads or anything. But they are just hard to write about. “Just put random vegetables together on a plate and put your desired dressing on. “ Just a bit boring.

I hope that you liked this recipe. Feel free to check it out down below. See you in the next recipe. Thank you.

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#ts3 #simblr #ts3 simblr #baking #baking therapy #recipe #food #Genshin Impact #genshin impact #Mona #Genshin Mona #Applesauce #Pie #stars

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bookloveravenue · 10 months

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Vancouver Orcas (book 2): Game Changer by Amy Aislin

It’s Blair Brawsiski’s ride or die year. After a decade in the AHL, if he doesn’t get called up to the NHL this season, it’s time to hang up his skates and focus on other things. But between a second job and family priorities, his attention isn’t where it should be, and his dreams of making it to the big leagues are dwindling by the day.

Hiring a personal assistant to help out with day-to-day stuff? Probably the smartest move Blair’s made in a while.

But when that PA turns out to be an assertive baker who’s exactly Blair’s type? Blair can’t help but wish those dexterous hands would knead something other than pastry dough. Namely, him.

Charlie Shore needs extra income. Desperately. With his expenses about to go up, it’s find a second job or get evicted. Getting hired as Blair’s PA is perfect: flexible hours, decent wages, and a scorching hot professional hockey player who’s willing to let him use his gorgeous kitchen for his baked goods.

Too bad that hockey player is exactly Charlie’s type. Too bad Charlie knows better than to date his new boss…

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/123249526-game-changer

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June 21, 2023

My Review: 5/5 Stars

I was trying what to read when an ARC of this book popped up in my email! I was very excited to get my hands on it. And it turns out, I was so excited that I couldn’t put it down! This story was a lot of fun and Blair and Charlie are just so cute together. I was looking forward to getting their story after finding out they were next. To say Blair is busy is an understatement. Not only does he play for the AHL Vancouver Orcas, he also owns his own business with graphic design. And a family who relies on him for every little thing. When he isn’t babysitting or picking up his sister’s child, he is helping his parents at their deli. It’s a lot to juggle on top of hockey games and practices. So much so that his coach tells him to hire an assistant and gives him his cousin’s number. Charlie is a baker. And he hopes to one day be able to do custom orders and start his own business. In the meantime, he’ll keep his job working the kitchen for the NHL team in Vancouver and work his butt off to pay off his debt. And now he will be working for Blair where he mostly just has to cook for him. Neither expected the connection and sparks that fly between them when they meet. And suddenly the idea of being boss and employee sounds like a terrible idea. Or is it? It’ll only be a matter of time before these two give in to the feelings that are starting to build the more and more they get to know one another. Such a fun story! I adored Blair and Charlie. Both have so much going on and when they get together, they realize just how much they are doing and want to take a step back for the first time. And insecurities slowly drift away as they learn to trust and love one another. Really fun story and like I said, I couldn’t put it down! Definitely looking forward to the next book!

I received an ARC in exchange for an honest review.

#books #book #i love books #book review #my review #amy aislin #game changer #vancouver orcas

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Ultimate Ship Meme Christmas Edition - Grace & Skate

Ultimate Ship Meme Christmas Edition || accepting

Which one of them:

Spikes the eggnog? Skate of course. 😂😭

Hangs the stockings? Grace. I feel like she grew up helping get the house ready for Christmas, so she definitely would be the one to hang the stockings. Skate doesn’t even know what the stockings are for dkhskdja

Leaves cookies and milk out to keep up with the Santa tradition? This may seem STUPID, but Skate does it because he thinks Presley still believes in Santa ngl. He and Nolan make it a whole thing and Presley just lets them believe she thinks Santa is real at her big age. Grace thinks this is cute af though.

“Accidentally” throws away the fruitcake: I can’t see Grace as someone who likes fruitcake at all, so her. Skate is the kinda person who would keep pastries and cakes and shit around even if he doesn’t end up eating them, to not waste them because idk, maybe someone else will have some lmao

Goes overboard on the whipped cream? Graceeeee and she would definitely go overboard on Skate’s drinks too <3

Is the inevitable Christmas Grinch? Hmm... this could go either way because Christmas could be a huge trigger for either of them tbh

Wakes up first on Christmas? Grace! 300% it’s Grace!

Rolls their eyes as the same cheesy carol plays in the stores for the millionth time? Skate but he smiles happily every time Grace sings or mouths the words 🥹

Starts playing Christmas music the day after Halloween? Graceeeee lmaooooo

Decorates the Christmas tree? I think Grace would have the idea to and Skate would help her bc he loves her 😌

Who wears the ugly Christmas sweaters: Both of them, 300%. Skate loves an ugly sweater and Grace would wear one for the christmas spirit 🥰🥰

Picks out the holiday movies and who makes the hot cocoa: I think Grace does both, because it’s been proven that Skate can’t make hot cocoa for SHIT and he’d also let Grace pick the movie every time 😌

Starts the snowball fight: I may be wrong, but I think Grace would to try and get Skate to smileeeeeee but it could be either orrr

Drags the other under the mistletoe: Grace, because Skate still doesn’t really understand how mistletoe works dskhlksdja

Decorates the house: Grace would start and any time Skate sees her struggling, he’d jump into help!.

Hangs up the ornaments on the tree: Same concept as decorating!

Cooks Christmas dinner: Grace. Do not let Skate cook. ever...

Invites the other to sing a Christmas duet: Grace and Skate would go 100% because it would make her happy.

Has any holiday traditions: Grace probably has the most. Skate’s holiday traditions stop at leaving cookies out for Santa lmaoooo

Who would start a food fight during baking: Skate, because he doesn’t know what he’s doing and wants to be annoying lmaooooo

Would get drunk off of eggnog: Grace, because... well Skate is Skate lmaoooooooo

Who starts putting up decorations in October? Oh God, I think Grace might want to but knowing it’s Skate’s birthday on Halloween, she wouldn’t. So neither.

Buys the advent calendars? Grace, and Skate would want to open them all at once so she would have to teach him how to do it lmaoooo

Places mistletoes all around the house? Grace, to teach Skate about how it works lmaoooo

Wraps the presents for other people? Grace. Skate can roll a blunt no problem, but you should never ask him to wrap a gift lmaoooo

Puts the final star/angel on the top of the Christmas tree? Grace, and Skate would lift her up to do it 😌

Is the one that hates eggnog? Skateeeeee lmao, he doesn’t understand it 😂

Is the one that bakes Christmas cookies for guests? Grace. There is not way Skate knows what goes into making a cookie lmaoooooooo

Sends out the Christmas cards? Grace, because she thinks it’s nice to wish people a merry christmas 🥹

Knows all the words to Twelve Days of Christmas? Grace! Skate maybe knows up to day 5 😂😂😂

Is the better snowman builder? I feel like they might both be good??

Starts snowball fights? Could be either orrrr

Is the one that wakes the other on Christmas morning by playing Christmas songs really loudly? Grace, but Skate would not wake up pissed tbh. he’d probably wake up in the christmas spirit 😂

#skate h. & grace c.#skate h. // headcanons #skate h. // ships #i scream at her teaching him christmas thingsssss #answered #wingsandahalo

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sulla-slays-cronulla · 2 years

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Coffee-Peach Sour Cream Cakes

This was basically to finish off the sour cream used to make a batch of gronsakskaska. A multi-potato and 5 cheese and spinach kind, no less.

Puff Pastry base

Bought some but that was a mistake, ended up all stuck together. Lousy puff. Pre-baked in salted-butter lined tart cups at 190C for 10 minutes. Before going in painted them with a mix of milk, bourbon, rum essence, honey, and instant espresso.

Maybe should have double side painted and left in for longer? Not sure.

Sour Cream Coffee Cheesecake body

167g cream cheese

140g sour cream

Blitzed espresso powder, 3-5 tablespoons. 1/2 teaspoon blitzed star anise, 1 or 2 tablespoons cinnamon. All three to your own taste.

1egg + 1 yolk and vanilla essence, beaten lightly.

Around 1/2 cup of oats, toasted then blitzed (put aside 3 tablespoons of this for topping).

2 tablespoons flour of choice

>1/4 cup of [ 4 tablespoons molasses and date paste for the rest ]

3 tablespoons peach jam

Used hand mixer but not overly so. Wait until cream cheese is room temperature before adding spices, sour cream, and mixing.

Add half the egg mix at a time.

Judge texturally and by taste for the liquid sweets, but with two tablespoons flour and the oats should be fine.

Peach Tops

2 (cold solid) tablespoons of butter into frying pan.

1-2 tablespoons of brown sugar.

3 sliced yellow peaches, toss in some apple cider vinegar as you get through the slicing so they don’t go brown

+ 1 peach sliced thin for layering after

12-16 black cherries, rough chopped, used frozen.

Spice mix: Cinnamon (1/2 tbsp), cloves (1/2 tsp), star anise (1/4 tsp)

1 tablespoon of data paste plus the put aside 3 tbsp of toasted oats from earlier.

Let butter brown a bit before adding the brown sugar, throw in peaches, cherries, and spices. Let them cook and dry out a bit, squish with spatula if compelled. After a minute or two, don’t remember at all, add the date paste and the toasted oats which will thicken any residual liquid. Put in small-medium mixing bowl to cool as you begin to assemble.

Assembly: It’s about 1.5 tablespoons of coffee cream mix onto each pastry base.

Then what I did was roll the warm peach mixture around in what was left of the coffee cream mixture before placing on top (above).

For the freshly sliced peach, I swirled them around to polish off both mixing bowls and arranged on top. Didn’t want to risk the edges of the cooked peaches and cherries burning, and thought it would look nicer.

Set the oven at 22 minutes, and covered with foil at 7 minutes, then removed in a Google-precipitated panic with 1 minute to go. Had no idea how long to bake these for and the search results catastrophising overbaking mini cheesecakes were a bit much.

Endnote being, they were fine, but the flavour changes quite a lot after the 2nd day. Will never use undivided supermarket puff pastry again, and be wary of baking time when I do because it is just not pretty.

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PART 1. A VERY WELL-DESERVED TIP

SUMMARY. Todoroki Shouto was a wealthy, young CEO who inherited his father’s enterprise. You were a barista at a local cafe who wouldn’t mind some extra cash. One day, Shouto came in during an early morning shift and tipped you such a large sum of money, you were certain it had to have been an accident. To your surprise and complete pleasure: It was not.

PAIRING. ceo!todoroki shouto x barista!reader

WORD COUNT. 2.0k

GENRE. ceo/barista au, fluff, eventual smut

WARNINGS. none in this chapter

A/N. my brief work as a barista is finally paying off. i suffered at sbux all to write this fic ✌︎('ω'✌︎ ) LMAOOO i frl had so much fun writing this and i’m very excited to share the next parts ;) i hope you enjoy this fic as much as i do!! xx sof

SERIES MASTERLIST

You were not looking forward to your new work schedule for the next month.

The employee who usually came in for opening shifts at four in the morning gave her two weeks notice...two weeks ago. And since you had your availability open (you knew you should’ve blocked it off and said you had morning class), your manager asked you to fill her place.

The night before your first—of many—morning shifts, you tried tricking yourself into thinking it was a good idea. And it almost worked! Sort of.

You told yourself waking up early when the sun rose worked with your body’s natural circadian rhythm and this experience may adjust your sleep schedule for a healthier one in the long run. Better health and wellbeing and lower risks of cardiovascular disease. Or something. You weren’t too sure exactly; you never paid much attention in biology but it sounded like something you’d find in a textbook, right?

When you arrived on your first day, the morning shift was just as hectic and chaotic as you expected. People in business suits with name brand bluetooth earphones in their ears and the latest new smartphone in their hand filled the shop and waited for their online order. It was as if they wanted the least amount of social interaction possible, which would be fine if being able to make connections with customers wasn’t the most interesting part about being a barista.

Although the cafe you worked at was a small business who actually (tried) to pay their employees fairly and wasn’t a purely money hungry franchise like the certain green siren, it surprisingly had gained enough traction in the area to rival one of those cheap, chain stores.

Good for the business, bad for sleepy workers who could barely function in the mornings.

But you enjoyed working here and the owners were kind, so you did your best to shove away the tiredness and put a bright and cheery smile on your face. The customers were grumpier than you were used to, but who wouldn’t be a little ill-mannered having to go to work at 5 a.m. and probably not leaving until 6 p.m. or later because of bosses who overworked them? Trying to get them their morning coffee with an amiable attitude to start off their day right was something you were more than happy to do.

It was too bad barely any of them gave you the time of day. They just wanted to get their caffeine and leave with as little human interaction as possible. It was understandable, of course, but it wasn’t the lively cafe environment you were used to during later shifts. You sighed, hoping the atmosphere would be friendlier when it wasn’t a major rush hour.

“Hi! I can help the next person in line,” you called for the twentieth time this hour. When they moved forward towards the cash register, you gave them a smile. “Good morning. I hope your day has been going well!”

“It’s been okay, thank you. And yours?”

Your eyes widened in surprise and you almost sputtered over thin air. Someone who actually replied back to what you said and asked about you in return? Even if the intent was a courtesy conversation that was meant to be quick and brief, the sentiment was there—the upholding of the values of common courtesy and human decency. Something too many people seemed to lack.

“I’m good as well! A little tired but what’s to be expected a quarter ‘til 6 a.m.?” you said with a laugh. “Thank you for asking.”

The customer gave a small smile in return and you internally celebrated for finally seeing your first pleasant expression this morning. “Must be even more tiring dealing with all these people. Doesn’t seem easy. I have to commend you for it.”

He was a tall, handsome man with a pretty face, soft-looking hair, and genuinely nice? There was no way this was real; you had to be dreaming.

You twiddled with the pen in your hands, taken aback and mildly embarrassed by the praise. “Just doing my job,” you said with a bashful look. “Thank you, though.” You cleared your throat, not wanting to hold the line up for too long, even if the customer was one you would rather keep talking to than the others. “Now, what can I get started for you today?”

“Right. Can I get a flat white in the medium size?”

“Of course.” You typed in his order into the register before asking, “And is there anything else I can get for you? Like a pastry? Today we have some freshly baked cheese danishes that are really yummy if you’d like to try!”

He thought for a while before shrugging. You weren’t sure if it was your eyes playing tricks on you or he actually had an amused look on his face. “Sure, I’ll take a couple dozen of those as well.”

“A couple dozen—?” your voice faltered. The suggestion of a fresh pastry was one you made to almost every customer, though most turned it down on the spot.

The cafe had a little weekly competition between workers to see who could sell the most pastries in the week and the one who sold most got...well, a free pastry and bragging rights. Admittedly, it wasn’t much, but nothing revved up sales like friendly rivalries. An order of a couple dozen was sure to land you in the top spot this week! Still, you had to make sure he meant it. You’d feel bad if he was just spending all his hard-earned office work money because he was trying to be courteous. (Or at least, you assumed he was some office employee.)

You cautiously asked, “Are you sure?”

Either your eyes were playing tricks on you yet again, or the look of amusement on his face grew even more than before as he said, “I’m sure. One medium flat white and, say, three dozen boxes of cheese danishes, please.”

“C-Coming right up!” you said, quickly entering his order and celebrating your free end-of-the-week pastry in advance. “That will be $42.81. Would that be card or cash?”

“Card.” He pulled out a sleek, black card with gold detailings on it and you never knew you could be sexually attracted to a credit card until now.

“Perfect! Go ahead and swipe, insert, or scan your card now. In the meantime, can I get a name for your order please?”

He scanned his card over the machine before looking back up at you. “It’s To— Ah, Shouto.”

“Shouto?” you asked in confirmation. You assumed it wasn’t ‘Toahshouto’. That sounded too much like the abbreviation used to remember how to find sine, cosine, and tangent.

“Yeah. Shouto.”

You smiled. “Well, Shouto, your order will be ready in a few minutes. Please wait over to your right to pick it up!”

He nodded.

“It was nice meeting you!” you called, waving goodbye. “I hope you have a good rest of your day.”

“Thank you,” he glanced at your nametag, “Y/N.”

Oh, how nice it felt to be treated like a human by a customer and have them actually address your name— And not to say it in a condescending way either.

“Do individual baristas get to keep the tips here?”

You blinked, feeling your face warm up slightly. “We do, actually.” One of your favorite parts of the job, you had to admit.

“Glad to hear.” Shouto pulled out some crisp-looking bills from his wallet and placed one in your hand that said ‘100’ to you. “Thank you for your kind service, Y/N.”

“Wha—” Your eyes widened. You were expecting something along the line of three dollars. Maybe five at most. But a hundred? By the time you had processed what had happened he was walking away from the cash register. “Wait— Shouto...sir! I think you accidentally gave me the wrong amount.”

He shook his head, only briefly turning back to face you. “Nope. It’s for you,” he said simply. “I’m looking forward to the cheese danishes.”

His words left you stunned, but the next customer in line tapped their foot impatiently, signaling it was now time for you to take their order. You hoped the line died down before Shouto left the cafe so you could return the tip, but seeing as how the queue almost extended out the door, you had the sinking feeling that wouldn’t be a possibility.

“Hello, I can take the next customer in line!” you recited cheerfully, mind still occupied by thoughts of your last encounter.

The next few orders went along uneventfully (though you did manage to sell two more cheese danishes) and by the time Shouto got his coffee and pastry boxes, you still had a handful more customers to get through.

“Pardon me real quick,” you said apologetically to the woman in front of you. “Please give me one moment?”

She graced you with a nod and you thanked the stars above for an understanding patron.

“Wait— Excuse me, sir!” You waved in Shouto’s direction before he could exit the cafe. He glanced at you curiously but walked over. In a hushed voice, you said, “I really appreciate the tip, but there’s no way I could accept this much money from you!”

For the first time today, you say the hints of a frown on his face. “You cannot?”

“No! $100 is a lot! You already bought $40 worth of cheese danish pastries— Are you sure you meant to give that big of a tip?”

“Of course.” He took a sip of his coffee with a satisfied hum. “You getting up at such an early hour to take people’s orders with a kind attitude isn’t easy. Plus, trying to build rapport with each of them all while keeping the interacting swift is a difficult task itself. And it’s probably worth more than your current pay, the $100 tip, and then some.”

You blinked, stunned by his words. This man kept surprising you so many times in just one morning.

“I find it ridiculous how certain occupations are paid an ungodly amount more than others, especially when a lot of it comes from privileges you were born into.” Shouto seemed to mumble the last bit to himself, but you were still able to understand what he said. “It’s bullshit.” Before you could respond, he recollected himself. “Eat the rich, right? All that to say, please accept the tip. You deserve it. And I promise it’s of no detriment to me, so please don’t feel bad.”

Seeing the determined look on his face, you couldn’t help but stare at him before nodding. He didn’t say anything you didn’t already believe yourself, and if someone really wanted to give you $100, you weren’t going to fight them on it. Think of all the dumplings you could buy, you told yourself.

“T-Thank you then.” You gingerly placed the folded bill back into your pants pocket. “I think that was really insightful of you and I’m very grateful.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He smiled before glancing towards the exit. “I’m running a bit late for work now, so I should be going. Have a good day, Y/N.”

“You too, Shouto. And… Thank you again!”

With a glowing expression on your face, you walked back to the cash register ready to face the day and talk to more lovely customers!

“Hey, little barista!” a gruff voice called from the line, snapping you out of your stupor. “Hurry it up already before you force me to complain to your manager.”

You internally sighed. You understood they were in a rush, but they still had no right to be that rude.

“Can you even hear me? Or are you too incompetent?”

Cue another internal sigh.

Yeah, okay. Maybe you did deserve this $100 tip.

Regardless of the rude customers that may have come in, at least you had your thoughts of a cute, kind businessman who went by the name of Shouto to get you through your shift. And you could only hope you’d be able to see him again.

a/n: the end of part one folks!! oh what i’d give to have gotten a tip like this when i worked as a barista BAHAHA only in my dreams. i hope you enjoyed this little intro part and are excited for what’s to come !! :3

what to expect in the next part:

~maybe~ y/n will see shouto again and,,perhaps,,get more tips from him idk who knows

old lady imparts some...helpful(?) advice

we briefly get to see shouto’s pov! ;D

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Bestie bestie, thoughts- daddy! Bucky and little reader cooking together is making my heart melt fr💖 ugh! Like imagine her getting him like a chef hat 🥺 one of those white floppy ones 😭😭 or like they both get matching aprons. Ugh.

Pairing: Chubby!Pâtissier!Daddy!Bucky Barnes x little!f!reader

Word count: 1,404

Warnings: ddlg dynamics, it's all fluff.

A/N: I don't know what you did but i was looking up matching aprons after i saw your ask and boom 💥 pastry chef Bucky thots 💥 attacked me and for that I thank you:"💜💜💜 So here we are. I'm sorry if I took too long and made you feel like I was ignoring your ask, I definitely wasn't💜💜💜 It was just really cute it got my mind going so thank you so very much🥺💜💜 Please enjoy xx.

Pie credit.

heavenly sweet

“Daddy.” She turned around, giving Bucky her back, and he could only smile bigger when he saw the way she was bouncing on her ankles in excitement.

Bucky bow-tied her apron for her, lightly patting her back, “there you go, lil chef,” before pawing at her sides until she giggled.

“Thank you, daddy.” She beamed, letting Bucky help her up on the kitchen counter.

It was a special day for her today. She and Daddy were wearing their matching aprons for the first time, and Bucky was showing her how to make one of her favourites, blueberry pie.

Bucky didn’t get the chance to tell her yet, but the matching aprons gesture had him even crazier in love with her. The way she closely watched his reaction as he'd opened his gift and the way she was over the moon when he’d showed his content with it would forever be engraved in his mind next to all of the other precious memories starring her beautiful eyes.

“Okay, so we have our flour over there,” Bucky pointed to the half-full bag, “eggs and butter too,” he checked, walking closer to her, “and my sugar right here.” Bucky planted his hands on the counter, trapping her between them as he dropped his head to kiss, kitten-lick, and nibble on her jaw.

“Dada!” She squeal-giggled, her hands on Bucky’s round belly as he stood over her.

“Look at you, bonbon! You look like a real chef already! You doing the baking today? Hmm?” Bucky joked, peppering kisses on her face, his hands holding her waist.

“No, jus’ helping daddy,” she giggled more, hiding her face in Bucky’s chest, making him chuckle.

“The best help daddy could get, bonbon.” He kissed the top of her head with a satisfied smile.

There was nothing she loved more than watching Daddy work. With his hair pulled back into a small bun, his apron around his full torso, different smudges covering it, and his forearms having the littlest smear of flour on them, Bucky looked like art to her. The way he went about everything he was doing to make her feel included and the way he stole kiss after kiss from her when she was focused. Not to forget how sweet his kisses always were. It was all so perfect. She cherished every moment she got to spend with him, each one better than the last as Daddy made her the best treats that ever existed.

“Now, what do we do, bonbon?” Bucky quizzed playfully, wiping a hand down his apron so he could put the hair that escaped the bun back behind his ear.

“We put in our blueberries!” She replied, her hands eagerly reaching for the bowl of macerated fruit.

“Oh my god,” Bucky looked at her, faking shock and shaking his head.

“Did I say something wrong, daddy?” her voice went small so fast, immediately searching her mind, trying to remember if something went in before the berries.

“I might wanna slow down with teaching you or else next thing I know you’ll be taking over daddy’s bakery, bonbon!” Bucky chuckled, teasingly pecking her cheek.

She laughed with him when he tapped her nose, internally sighing in relief.

He was such a charmer and she was head over heels for him, “’m so proud of you, bonbon.” Bucky kissed her forehead.

“Daddy, can I put them in?” she patted her eyelashes, her hands in place on Bucky’s tummy and he couldn’t help but peck her lips.

“You sure can, lil chef," he said and she grinned at the name he'd started to use, wanting to earn it.

“Here, lemme help you, baby.” Bucky smiled, taking the bowl and holding it for her while she used a spatula to scoop the contents out and into their pie pan.

She was so happy they were doing this together. She was always at her most peaceful state of mind when Bucky would take her to the kitchen with him. Watching him work so passionately was her little self’s own version of bliss. Bucky had the softest aura about him. He was the kindest, most beautiful and most loving Daddy she could’ve ever dreamed of having, and her little heart vowed to appreciate every second with him, every second of him.

“Wait, dada, leave some. Wanna taste.” She stopped Bucky’s hand from slopping the bowl further so the rest of the fruits would fall out.

Bucky, of course, listened to her at once, giving her the bowl to hold on her apron-covered lap as he grabbed her a spoon.

She loved having a taste of the leftovers. Sometimes Bucky would catch her licking cake dough off the bowl in the bakery kitchen and no matter how many times he’d tell her it wasn’t healthy, because the eggs in the batter were raw, she’d still be licking that dough the second he’d turn his back. Bucky loved her too much to be stern with her, so he’d just make sure he was always there, moving the bowl to the sink after being done with it and laughing at her cute pout when she’d see it fill with water as Daddy rinsed it.

Bucky shook the pan to evenly distribute the berries on the surface, adoringly grinning at her attempts to catch a berry that wouldn’t roll and slide off the spoon. She eventually managed to scoop some, moaning when she slid the spoon in her mouth. Bucky’s food always tasted so good she was in love.

“Good, baby?” Bucky licked his lips, wiping his palms on his apron again.

“So good, dada.” She nodded, indulging herself with another spoon of pie filling.

“Give daddy a taste, bonbon,” he asked lowly and she held her spoon up for him, trying not to spill.

Bucky smiled gently, taking the spoon and bowl from her and setting them aside.

She didn’t have time to be confused before he was kissing her, his tongue sliding in to taste hers. Her eyes closed as a surprised moan got out only to be swallowed by Bucky.

She tasted like her with a hint of blueberries, so sweet; so delicious. Bucky’s hands cradled her face as he deepened the kiss, not able to get enough of her flavor, her soft lips or the tiny sounds leaving them. Her smaller hands settled on his chubby tummy, before sliding to his sides to hold him close, slightly clutching his apron.

Their mouths parted, the need for oxygen kind of forcing Bucky away though he still gave her lips a couple of short kisses as he tried to take his breath, his forehead resting on hers.

“So good indeed,” Bucky chuckled breathlessly and her face felt hot, her nose shyly nuzzling Daddy’s cheek to hide.

“Hey, look at me,” Bucky’s voice was so velvety and soft as his fingers brought her face back to his, “I love you, bonbon,” Bucky said, his blue eyes enchanting hers and she could only see, hear, smell and feel him.

Bucky was gorgeous. His tall frame towering over hers, making her feel safe. His pink lips wearing a tender smile that was only designed for her. His cologne surrounding her and filling her chest with warmth. His belly soft and full under her palms. His hair a little out of place as a few strands had slipped out of the bun and refused to stay behind his ear. He was flawless and he was her Daddy.

“I love you, daddy,” she returned with a timid smile.

Her hand went up to slide Bucky’s soft hair back behind his ear, stealing his heart all over again when she cupped his cheek and pressed a tiny kiss to his lips.

With her hand still holding the side of his face and her face tilted upwards, she then started telling Daddy what they had to do next, talking about covering the filling using the remaining pie dough and such, wanting Bucky to be proud of her. And he was, though he wasn’t hearing a word she was saying, he was the proudest.

As he watched her lips move and her hands gesture, Bucky could only think he’d gone to heaven because that must’ve been the only correct name for what he was experiencing in her angelic presence.

Of all the sweet things he's ever tasted, she was his one, true addiction and Bucky was gladly hooked.

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