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ginger-bimber · 3 months ago
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This is like... a few days before they go back to the human world :^)
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star-crossed-cafe · 3 months ago
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Hi, I saw that you're asks are open and was hoping to make a request. I saw another tumblr post a prompt with Floyd and was wondering if you could do a scenario or hc building on it for Floyd, Jamil, Lilia, Leona, and maybe Maleus. The prompt is from alynabeatley and goes
"Floyd: You love me, right, Shrimpy?
MC: Normally, I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don’t like it."
I hope this isn't too much feel free to ignore if it is or it goes against rules or what you're comfortable with. Thanks so much.
summary: "you love me, right?" with floyd, jamil, lilia, leona, and malleus
warnings: none
word count: 1.7k
author's note: here is the original post by @/alynabeatley! go ahead and give it some love! anyway, this is a fun idea and it has a lot of potential for all of the different characters! the Baker is kinda iffy on how he wrote this, but he really hopes you enjoy it nonetheless
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"You love me, right, Shrimpy?"
A question like that was bound to mean trouble when coming from Floyd. Why was he even asking? Did he do something stupid again? Or, even worse, did he want you to go and do something stupid with him? With trepidation present in your voice, you looked at him and responded, "Normally I'd say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don't like it."
Floyd's laugh was gleeful and high-pitched as he slung an arm around your shoulder, pulling you up against him. "Come on then!" He tugged you along with him and you couldn't pry yourself out of his predatory grasp. "Lets go play! ♡"
His voice was so excited and his body language happy. At least he was seeking you out while in a good mood. But being dragged around by Floyd is tiring, and you still had things you wanted to get done. "F-Floyd," you began. "Maybe... maybe we can play later? I've still got-"
You were cut off by the way he suddenly stopped pulling you and stood completely still. Olive and golden eyes stared down at you in complete silence for a moment. You couldn't tell if his expression was more sinister or more sad. He looked somewhat like a mix between a kicked puppy and an angry one.
"Shrimpy,... you said you loved me though?"
"Well, o-of course I do, Floyd, but I still have things I need to do and-"
"But if you loved me you'd come play with me!"
Ah. He was in one of his more childish moods. No matter what you did or said, he wouldn't stop moping until you dropped everything and accompanied him all around the campus. You knew that from experience. With a sigh, you surrendered yourself to your boyfriend's whims.
Floyd grinned widely, full set of sharp teeth on display. He won, so of course he's going to be happy! "Stop dragging your feet or else I'll squeeze you!" he giggled, yanking you after him once more. It seems his innocent little question was a trap after all...
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Jamil has never been one to openly ask if you loved him. He took comfort in the ways you showed him you loved him instead. So his question caught you completely off guard.
"You love me, right?"
His charcoal eyes sparkled at you through the dimness of the room. The two of you were sitting in his room after dark, Kalim having already been safely tucked away into his dorm room. You two spent your nights like this quite often, as it helped Jamil wind down from the stressful work of the day.
Maybe that's why he was asking? Was Jamil so tired and stressed that he sought comfort and confirmation about your love? Even still, it was a worrying question coming from him.
"Normally I'd say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don't like it."
Jamil laughed quietly. It was like music to your ears. He rarely laughed so openly and unabashedly, and it made you smile every time. "There's no need to worry, Dearest. I was just asking." The coy smile on his face said otherwise.
"Yeah, sure," you scoffed, plopping down next to where he sat working with a grin.
He faked an offended expression. "You're calling me a liar?" He wasn't really offended.
"Well, depends on what you wanted."
"Well, surely since you love me so much," he began while you wore a skeptical expression. "Won't you please help me babysit Kalim tomorrow? He's been planning yet another party and I have so much to do in preparation." You knew he wanted something. Jamil's lucky he's your boyfriend or you might have walked out right then.
"THAT'S what you wanted?" you scowled at him and he just looked at you innocently as if he didn't just ask you to help watch the human equivalent of a category five tornado. "Fine, I guess I can lend a hand."
You practically rolled your eyes at him when he smiled and leaned toward you to kiss your forehead. "Thank you, darling." You smacked his arm lightly. He was lucky you loved him, indeed.
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"You love me, right?"
Four of the most terrifying words you could ever hear from Lilia. That coupled with his big, raspberry eyes blinking at you innocently. What was he up to?...
"Normally I'd say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don't like it." You were on guard, and you weren't going to let him weasel you into any sort of trouble.
He laughed quietly, giggling at your reaction. He seemed so eager and it was starting to freak you out. Lilia is a hard one to read, which made his small question ever more ominous. "Come now," he cooed. "Why are you hesitating so much?" His fang-filled smile gave him away.
"Because I don't trust you, obviously."
He faked a look of hurt and offense, placing a small pale hand over his chest as if your words had physically wounded him. "Hehe, you're so mean! And here I was, kindly going to offer you some homemade soup!"
You grimaced at his words, practically flinching when he said the soup was homemade. He wanted you to try it? No way... you knew how awful his cooking is...
"Well," he continued. "I've gone through all the trouble of bringing it here, so you'll eat it, won't you? I mean, you do love me, don't you?" The way he batted his long lashes at you made you suspect he knew exactly what he was asking if he could subject you to.
With every passing second, the abhorrent dish was brought closer and closer to you. He kept practically thrusting it at you, big eyes blinking as if that would persuade you to take a sip. "L-Lilia," you stammered. "It's, it's alright! I can... I can just get some lunch from the cafeteria!"
"Nonsense!" His tone was jolly and his expression bright. "I made this especially for you! And you did say you love me, after all." His fangs were fully on display as he smiled at you. He wasn't letting you out of this any time soon. You sighed, resigning yourself to your fate.
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"You love me, right, herbivore?"
The timing of this question was eerily suspect, as lunchtime was rolling around soon. Your boyfriend was lounging next to you, his face turned toward you, adorned with a cocky grin.
"Normally I'd say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don't like it." Your eyes were narrowed slightly at him, but your attitude only made his smile grow slightly wider.
"Don't be like that!" he bemoaned, putting on his most pitiful expression. "I'm so tired from participating in PE today. Won't you please go pick up my lunch for me?"
"Where's Ruggie? Doesn't he usually did that?"
Leona scoffed, rolling his eyes while his tail flicked in annoyance. "That octopunk stole him away. He's been working in that sleazy lounge all day. Dunno when he'll be back." He swiveled his head slowly back to you, a fake, cheesy grin plastered back over his face. "That's why you'll pick up my lunch for me, won't you?"
"No."
"Come on now! Look, I'll share if there's anything left?"
Instead of replying, you just shot your boyfriend a glare. He sighed lowly and loudly, making a big show of his exasperation. All of a sudden, it seemed like an idea hit him. He looked at you once more, but this time his gaze was soft and his ears downturned. A soft pout adorned his lips as he did his very best to come across like an adorable kitten.
"What are you doing?"
"You said you loved me?" he faked a sniffle. "B-but you won't even help me get my lunch." You were annoyed. You knew he wouldn't let up any time soon, keeping up his sad kitten act until you gave in. Deciding to just cut it short, you sighed and stood up, brushing off your clothes. His eyes practically glittered with glee as he relished in his victory.
Yeah, you loved him. But did he ever test how far he could push it...
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"You love me, right, Child of Man?"
Malleus's question struck a chord with you. While Malleus often sought reaffirmation from you, he rarely asked you with his words. No, he usually did things like reaching for your hand, seeking your warmth, instead of asking you upfront.
"Normally I'd say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don't like it." Your eyes were full of worry as you looked over at him. Half of his face was covered in shadow as he faced away from the fireplace roaring beside the two of you. He smiled softly for a moment while looking downward, but you could tell there was no joy in it. No, he looked sorrowful and sad, and it hurt your heart deeply.
"Fear not, Beloved. There is nothing to worry about." He turned his face toward you, reaching to hold your hand in his own and stroke it softly. There was something off about his body language.
"Malleus, did something happen today?"
Your boyfriend sighed, dropping his gaze from yours once more. You got it without him having to explain it - he was left out once again today, wasn't he? You got up for a second to move closer to him, holding him gingerly and rubbing his shoulder.
"Yes, Malleus. I love you. I love you very much." You finally responded to his original question, giving him the answer he so desperately hoped you would. He wanted your love so badly it hurt, and it soothed that ache for you to remind him that he always had it.
His head bowed slightly, coming to rest upon your shoulder. He was always careful when he did this, making sure to not jab you with the sharp point of his horns. He muttered out a small thank you, his voice barely able to be heard. He just wanted to sit like this with you for a moment, it seemed.
You were right, his question was going somewhere. It was delving into his issues and innermost insecurities, but you always managed to help him feel better instead. He loved you so much, just as you loved him.
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𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕠𝕪𝕖𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕗𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕤
𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕗𝕖'𝕤 𝟝𝟘𝟘 𝕗𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟!
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island-thunder · a month ago
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Candy Flavors
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dailydee · 3 months ago
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Waffles topped with banana, Strawberries and twix. Made at Home😋❤️
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petrareads · 19 days ago
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Sourdough cinnamon rolls from last month! I did not in fact drop them on the floor and get icing everywhere no no no
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justanawolf · 28 days ago
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Summary: 31th October, a very good day for children look out for candy. And for Atsumu to try to pick up some bits as well.
Pairing: Miya Atsumu x Reader.
Word Count: 1440.
Note: This my treat for the holiday, to also compensate my short absence (sorry flowers) and I hope you all enjoy some adorable Tsum-Tsum
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"Ouch! Babe-"
"I told you not to touch there."
It's the fifth time you've caught Atsumu trying to steal some twix bars from the candy bucket. In the last 20 minutes. He acted like an addicted child, hiding in the kitchen corner and waiting for the right moment of distraction to tip-toe into the room and sneak the chocolate treasure. You are absolutely sure he had a lot of practice over the years — poor Mrs. Miya.
Finallly the first Halloween as husband and wife comes, and you just want it all to go smoothly, no margin for error. Those sweets, the ones you had to cope with a long line to buy, — next year you'll go a month early — need to be enough for all the children who visit your home.
You know what it's like not being able to pick up a measly candy because it's over. That terrible day, you spent so much time working on your "intergalactic warrior princess" costume, to get in the end a pack of Circus Peanuts, and the last candy corn of your neighbors.
That costume is buried inside your mom's closet.
Anyway, this year no child will be left behind.
And you'll slap Tsumu's hand as many times as you need to ensure that.
"But I just wanted a bit." He whines to defend himself, his lips forming a pout. "Ya didn't buy me anything." He mutters, averting his gaze to the ground with crossed arms.
You snort. Sometimes you have to remind yourself that you married a grown up man, because his tantrum just doesn't help.
"Honey, for the fifth time, there's still chocolate mousse in the fridge, and luckily, we might get some leftovers later. Now, can you please stop with that? " You say as sweetly as possible, but from your wide, scary stare, he knows that pushing over again will get him in trouble.
He sighs. "Fine, I won't try again."
Atsumu said that the other four times, but you believe it, holding and bringing his face to yours so you can give him a sweet peck on the lips.
He hums, licking his own lips. "These are sweet too ya know? I'll be fine with just more of them."
You giggle at his flirting, bumping him with your shoulder before returning to your previous task. To make your Halloween plan work, you've decided to make sweets sacks, containing a candy of each different brand. Thus, each child would receive the same amount and variety of sweets.
Atsumu decides to help you finish the sacks, taking the opportunity to admire the careful way you wrap and fill them. He really appreciates this side of you, grateful for having a thoughtful wife who sympathizes with little things such as how much candy the kids will get. It seems so unnecessary, but if you think about it, this actually makes a big difference on their day.
Now he feels a bit guilty for sneaking those twix bars into his mouth, his stomach speaking louder than his brain as usual.
What can he do, right?
An hour later, and all the sacks are properly placed in the pumpkin bucket you bought for the occasion. You two got ready, putting on a costume of Mr and Mrs Smith — with bubble guns — for the night. Atsumu's jaw dropped when he saw you in that beautiful long black dress, and you felt just the same way with his matching spy suit.
The first children arrive, ringing your house bell. It's a small group of approximately seven to nine years old children, accompanied by a man wearing a Luke Skywalker outfit.
"Trick or treat!!!!" They exclaim, looking so adorable in their little costumes. There was a ballerina, a captain america, a boy painted as Yoda holding a lightsaber, a cinderella and a girl dressed as a diner chef — Osamu would probably be enchanted by her. All of them holding a paper bag, eager to fill with candies.
"Trick or treat kiddos!" Atsumu greets them while you kindly put the sweet sacks inside each bag, receiving a happy "thanks" and sunny toothless smiles in return. “Yer all so cool!”
“Sir, is this a real gun?” the ballerina asks curiously, making the other children’s eyes pop wide open, probably their first time seeing a gun out of the TV screen.
Atsumu chuckles at their innocence, making sure to dramatically take the short plastic gun out of his belt, holding to his body like James Bond. He gazes at them with an overboard seriousness, making their little ears believe in his next words. “I probably shouldn't be telling you guys this, but I’m now on a mission. You see, this gun is magical!” He emphasizes the last word to create more suspense.
“Oooooh.” Their attention is now entirely on the story, forgetting about going trick or treating for a second.You hold back a giggle, they’re just too cute.
“How magical it is?” Yoda boy is the next to pop a question, even stepping forward so he can see the object better.
“I think it’s best if I just show ya guys.” Atsumu answers with an encouraging smile, crunching down so the kids can have better access to the toy.The adult accompanying sends you an unsure gaze, but you shake your head no, assuring him that he has nothing to worry about.
The same Yoda boy steps more forward, convinced to be the first to unravel the magic weapon.
“Be careful, Semi.” The chef girl advises her friend, worry in her brown eyes as she fiddles her fingers. “It can be dangerous.”
“I’ll be okay, ‘Meki.” He tells her before slowly grabbing the gun, turning the toy in his hands to inspect it and find more possible magical features. His index finger soon finds the trigger, and he aims upwards, not wanting to hit anyone if something goes wrong.
His eyes close. Click, and everybody around watches the soap bubbles being thrown, floating in the air and making the kids giggle excited and relieved. They all wish to know more about The Fantastic Tale of Bubbly Gunny — guess who came up with this name. — but time’s short, and if they didn’t move, they’d lose more chances to candies.
More and more groups of kids ring your doorbell, each with a more creative and fun fantasy, certainly deserving more than one bag of candy for the effort. Some kids asked again about the plastic gun, hearing the same dramatic story from Atsumu — the magic didn’t work in one group though, the gun runned out of water. And like this you followed the night, delivering sweets and enjoying the holiday together.
Atsumu throws himself on the sofa, body floppy resting on the cozy cushions. “What a party, huh?”
You giggle at that, he doesn’t even sound like the energetic college boy you met four years ago. You follow him on the couch, resting your head on his warm chest as he embraces your torso.
“Yeah, but you had a lot of fun, admit it.”
“Indeed.” He smiles, remembering a couple of good moments of the night. “Those kiddos were so adorable…… They made me imagine what our kids would be like trick or treating. Imagine our boy going out in a Onigiri costume!”
You cackle, imagining a little Miya in your head. Atsumu has these crazy ideas sometimes, but you would be lying if you say you never thought about having kids with him.You even feel more relieved, knowing that you both are on the same page .
“They would be adorable just like their mom.” He kisses your forehead softly, taking your hands in his. “_____, do ya think…...maybe we could have one? I mean, we’re in a stable moment, right? And ya said to me ya didn’t want to have children ‘till we’re properly stable, so it’s the perfect time now- I mean, only if you want to, is yer body and I know how hard it is having a kid, my mom is an example of how twins can drive ya insane, and twins can come in our way so we must prepared to not freak out and-”
“Baby.” You hold his face, giving him a reassuring smile that makes his babbling and worries go all away. “I want to. I wanna have a little origini with you.”
He giggles out of excitement, loving the way you refered to your future child. “Really?” You nod at him, making him grin like crazy. “T-that’s awesome! Okay, yeah, then it’s a deal.” He touches his nose with yours, eyes sparkling. “We’re gonna have our little origini.”
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hot-cider-hollow · 2 months ago
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star-crossed-cafe · 2 months ago
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Can I ask if I can request a Malleus x reader scenario where he finds the readers secret sketchbook that has drawings of only him?
summary: malleus accidentally finds the reader's sketchbook, discovering the doodles of him they had made.
warnings: none
word count: 512
author's note: ahhh this is so tender 🥺from what i know from my artist friends, when someone chooses to draw you, they really care about you 🥺🤍💕
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The sight of you sitting somewhere drawing away in your sketchbook wasn't uncommon. You were an artist and it was a common pastime for you. Sometimes Malleus would ask if he could see what you were sketching, but he never pressed the subject when you said no. He wasn't offended, he could understand if you didn't want to show off your work.
It was rare for you to leave your notebook unattended. When you had it with you, you kept it close, obviously not wanting to lose it. On the few occasions you did leave it behind, Malleus would often keep it safe for you, knowing no one would try to snoop when he was the one guarding it. Your dragon fae never tried to open it, not wanting to break your trust and forcibly discover the sketchbook's contents.
Today, however, was different. Today, you had accidentally left it open where anyone could see. Even if Malleus simply wanted to pick it up to protect it for you, the contents were already revealed to him.
His breath hitched and lime green eyes widened. The page was filled with sketches of him. Some of them were more complex and some of them were done quickly, but they were all in his likeness. Various poses were scattered across the page, all of them depicting different moments of just him. His heart lept as his chest tightened. Was this how you viewed him?
Before he knew what he was doing, slender fingers picked up the sketchbook, slowly turning it to the next page. Just as he figured, no, just as he hoped, they too were decorated with sketch after sketch of only him. He could feel his curious expression softening into one of tender delight, his lips turning up in the barest hint of a smile. There was something so touching about your artwork and the idea that you would spend your time willingly drawing him.
Malleus closed the notebook silently, his eyes still warm with mirth. He hadn't wanted to snoop, so he decided to stop there, content with what he had seen so far. He'd give it back to you the next time he saw you, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to bring up his discovery or not. Would your trust have been betrayed? Would you think he was purposefully trying to invade your privacy? He hoped not. He would never betray you like that.
When he did give it back to you, his words were kind as he told you to, "Be more careful when leaving your possessions laying around, Child of Man." You had thanked him, taking it from him with a relieved expression.
The next few times Malleus saw you drawing, he couldn't help but wonder if you were drawing him again. It was a sweet thought, making him feel truly loved. You liked him enough to willingly allow him to occupy both your thoughts and your precious sketchbook, and it was truly an honor to him, touching the dragon fae's heart in the most tender way possible.
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ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀꜰᴇ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴏᴘᴇɴ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴋᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇꜱ ᴀɴʏ ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛ
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dailydee · 2 months ago
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Waffles with strawberries, Raspberry and white chocolate ice cream and white chocolate sauce and Ferrero rochers 😋
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