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samuel-de-champagne-problems · 1 year

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Touch Me (I'm Already Yours)

Summary: Spencer and Reader bake cookies together and learn that they both like to take care of each other.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem Reader

Touch Me (I’m Already Yours)

It wasn't too say that Spencer thought that his heart was going to explode, it was more of a matter of when it was going to explode. Despite it being a feat that superseded the laws of physics, Spencer was simply waiting for the moment when Y/N's entire kitchen would be splattered with tiny, gross pieces of his heart.

It was inappropriate to think about such vile and graphic things as Y/N glided around her kitchen wearing a dusting of flour on the bridge of her nose. A scene like that deserved nothing but the most pure and wholesome thoughts. Strangely enough, both dealt with matters of the heart.

Literally and figuratively.

"Snowman or ornaments?" Y/N asked, holding up two cookie cutters. "The ornaments seem simple, but we'll want to be neat with the decorations."

"So snowmen?" Spencer suggested, counting the times his heart, made up of muscle, thumped in his chest. He swore Y/N could hear it too. "You love snowmen."

"You remembered?" Y/N gasped, her eyes wide with disbelief. The entire thing, her nose covered in flour, her eyes beaming up at him, the smell of vanilla and cinnamon coming from the over, was too much for Spencer and his tender heart.

"Of course I remembered, Y/N" Spencer said, attempting to hide the way he ducked his eyes from her line of vision.

"Right." Y/N said, sounding some what disappointed with either the situation or with Spencer himself, he wasn't too sure. "Eidetic memory."

"Ah no. It's not that," He paused taking a breath as his mind churred around and around. He needed away to explain his without ruining what they had together. "It's just, I could have the memory of a chimpanzee and still remember every mundane thing about you."

She wiped the flour from her hands, dusting it all over her Christmas themed apron. The Santa bells jingled as she cleaned them off, puncturing the silence with their festive twinkling sound. She smiled, the flour still on her nose and Spencer decided to take that as a good sign.

"Aren't goldfish the ones with bad memories?" Y/N asked, turning to the rolled out dough. She handed Spencer a snowman cookie cutter, silently instructing him to cut our a couple of his own. He followed her lead, watching as Y/N carefully created snowmen-shaped cookies.

"Well actually, that is a rather wide misconception. Goldfish have pretty impressive memories. There are thousands of studies on memory that feature Goldfish as testing subjects. They are quite fascinating as they are tetrachromatic. Tetrachromacy is a condition where a person, or in this case a fish, has four cone types in their retina."

“Hmm,” Y/N remarked, “that’s fascinating, Spencer. I can’t comprehend a color besides the ones we know.”

Spencer smiled, still trying keep his heart in it’s fleshy container. He watched as Y/N took the bench scraper to slide the cookies from the counter to the cookie sheet. The oven beeped, interrupting the silence that wedged itself between them. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, but a comfortable one. It was soft and sweet, the sugar cookies that baked to a perfect crisp, yet chewy golden brown in the oven.

“Okay, given the thickness of the cookies, the size, and your oven, I’d venture to guess that the cookies need 8 and a half minutes.”

“See,” Y/N commented, taking the cookie sheet off the counter, “you are good at this. I can’t believe you thought you’d be bad at baking.”

Spencer offered a sheepish smile, knowing well enough that claiming that he was a bad baker was nothing, but a lie. The truth, however, was something that Spencer didn’t want to reveal. He was quite too fond of keeping his heart in his chest.

“I’m the oven they go,” Y/N commented. She opened the door, sliding the tray hot oven. “Oh shit!” She cursed. “Ah, I-I burnt my hand.”

“Run it underwater,” Spencer said, rushing over to Y/N’s side to asses the burn. “Here, let me see it.”

Y/N hissed in pain as she ran her hand under the rushing water. He touched her bare skin, think he was the one who has been burnt.

“Ouch,” Y/N whimpered. “It hurts.”

Spencer rubbed her hand, his brows furrowing as he saw the tip of her finger she burnt. “I know, Y/N.” He whispered to her. “Just keep it under the water. Studies show that running it under cool water for ten minutes and the keeping it out of the water to breathe for another ten is the key to preventing pain.”

Y/N side eyed Spencer sheepishly as she winced through the pain, “well you’re the doctor aren’t you,”

She smiled and Spencer felt that old familiar body ache. The one that threatened to unleash his heart from his chest. The one that would cover this kitchen in heart muscle and tissue and blood and all the gross things that help keep him alive. He was barely breathing, as he held Y/N softer hand in his rougher one. Spencer stood so close he could smell the flour and cinnamon on Y/N. It was like the sweetness was oozing from within her.

“Give it a couple more minutes.” Spencer instructed, his hand still on her wrist. “And then you’re going to sit on the chair while I clean up.”

“But—” Y/N started. She was taken aback by Spencer’s forceful interruption.

“No buts,” Spencer said. “You are going to listen to me. So sit.” He said, shutting the water off with finality.

Slightly disgruntled, Y/N listened to him and sat herself down on the kitchen chairs that faced her small kitchen. She winced at the warm, searing pain of her finger tip. Spencer looked at her with concern, but she waved it off with a simple shrug.

“It’s really fine. I’m being a baby.” She explained, watching as Spencer stared the dishes.

“No, you’re not,” Spencer. “Burns really hurt. There was one case where the unsub rigged the house to blaze up with flames. I burned my side leg. I think that hurt more than when I got shot in my leg.”

“Such a brave hero,” Y/N lamented with sarcasm, “It seems wrong to have someone like you doing my dishes after how hard you work.”

Spencer looked over at Y/N, his expression changing from concern to misunderstanding. “You work hard too, Y/N,” Spencer said, sounding genuine as he spoke, “and you deserve someone who will take care of you when you are hurt.”

“So do you, Spence,” Y/N whispered, not meeting Spencer’s eyes. “And I think I’d like being that person for you.” Spencer let the water run, not caring as the dishes and bowls overflowed with hot, sudsy water.

“Oh,” He said, concentrating on the way his heart tightened in his chest, “well that’s good. I mean, I like when you take care of me. And me too. No that’s not right. I just like taking care of you as well.” Spencer shook his head, his eyes never leaving Y/N’s flour covered face, “What I mean to say is that the feeling…the feeling between us, it’s mutual.”

“That’s good. That’s really good,” Y/N said, smiling as she stood up. She walked over to Spencer, grabbing his hand with her good hand. “I think you are pretty great, Spence.”

“Again,” Spencer started, “the feeling is mutual.” Somehow the thumping in his chest subsided. Instead, Spencer felt warm and safe inside. With just their fingertips touching, Spencer felt every fiber in his being tuned into Y/N’s being. He could hear her breathing, feel the heat from her body against his side, and smell the sweetness from the cookies against her skin.

“That’s good. Because I really want to kiss you, but I don’t want to burn these cookies.”

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1-800-papaya · 7 months

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Cops and Bakers: Southern Caffeine

Jay Halstead x Baker!Cordelia Micheals (OC) Warnings: None i think

Author note: As always, feedback is greatly appreciated

Lemon Drops Cafe and Bakery. Big bright yellow and white letters read, and slight lemon decals surrounded the sign. Jay checked his phone before entering the shop; Hailey had insisted that the ex-army ranger get the morning coffee from the new bakery since the one in the break room was utterly broken. Pushing the glass door open, a light twinkle of a bell announced Jay’s presence. A head popped through the doorway that seemed to lead to the kitchens.

“I’ll be with you in a second.” A southern drawl stunned Jay.

The inside of the bakery was just as cozy as the exterior. Clusters of yellow chairs were pushed into three wooden tables, each bearing a yellow and white lemon tablecloth and varying-sized pillow. Along the opposite wall rests a series of tall displays, most filled with either what smelt like fresh loaves or display cakes. Turning more towards the counter, Jay noticed that in between the large coffee machine and the small portion of the counter dedicated to the register was a large display cupboard partially filled with cookies, cupcakes and some savory treats. Along the wall behind the counter, Jay could see an assortment of coffee bean bags that looked like they had yet to be packed away in the above cupboard and potted plants. The bakery overwhelmingly filled Jay with a sense of calm, and he loved the welcoming, cozy, homely environment that Hailey had sent him into.

A young woman soon walked out of the kitchen doorway and greeted Jay warmly. Her Chocolate brown curly hair was haphazardly thrown into a bun, and a yellow ribbon wrapped around the tie. She wore a white short-sleeved shirt beneath a pale yellow apron and chocolate brown pants. Her apron was covered in white dashes of flour and smudges of frosting and chocolate. The pin on her apron read Cordelia, a sticker of a small bundle of lemons decorating the rest of the pin. When Jay’s eyes reached her face, he took note of the imperfect splash of flour that dusted her cheeks and the bright smile that graced her features.

“Good Morning. What can I get ya?” Her voice was perfectly airy and sweet, like the melody of his favourite song. For once, the voice wasn't dull or uninterested; instead, it sounded like she genuinely wanted to be covered in flour dust and chocolate smudges at nearly 6:30 in the morning.

“Four large double shot coffees and Hailey Uptons usual.” He recited the order that Hailey had given him only ten minutes earlier. Jay moved to open his wallet to pay when Cordelia simply shook her head.

“No need to pay, it's on the house.” Her smile was blinding as she moved further down to the coffee machine, Jay following.

“At least let me tip you or something”, Jay argued as the women moved expertly around the small area, quickly making the coffee’s and packing a small box full of freshly baked treats.

“Please, this is the least I can do for you guys”, she spoke, “Besides, that would be breaking my own rules” " she said, pointing towards the large poster plastered above the register. Jay followed her finger and shook his head as he read the sign.

‘Cops, Firefighters, Doctors and Nurses, drinks and treats are on the house, No exceptions!!’

“My dad was a ranger and taught me the value of first responders, so when I started my business, I made it a rule that those who protect us, normal people, from our stupidity would never have to pay. Plus, I make enough profit to cover it anyway.” As she pushed the box and cup tray towards Jay, she gestured to the jar on the counter next to the register, “But if your conscience won't let you leave without leaving a tip, then here, donate to this month's charity, the Chicago police fund” Jay practically swooned over her smile this time. pushing a few large bills into the jar, Jay left the cafe with a dopey smile and a mental promise never to get coffee anywhere else.

#jay halstead #jay halstead x reader #bakery #fluff

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babydollmarauders · 3 months

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Currently thinking about you and Jack dancing around the kitchen, baking cupcakes out of complete boredom. Your favorite Taylor Swift songs are playing in the background while you sing to them, twirling around with a whisk in your hand and Jack is watching you with an adoring twinkle in his eyes, lips curved into a sweet, cherishing smile, appreciating the sunshine his girl radiates. There are bowls and cutlery covering all surfaces, painted with flour and sprinkles of a hundred different colors, but you’re too busy enjoying the company of your favorite boy, getting to spend quality time with him.

"Jack, stop! We'll run out of icing!" You smack his hands away with a chuckle as he reaches a finger out for another taste of the sugary decoration. A cheeky smirk paints his features as he purses his lips in fake guilt, arms snaking over your hips as he pulls you closer into a head spinning, toe curling kiss as you taste the sweetness of his tongue, making you crave more.

"But baby, I just can't get enough." Jack muses in your ear for a moment, his voice sending goosebumps all down your spine as you look into his eyes, a blush creeping on your cheeks from the undivided attention he is giving you.

"Oh, and the icing is great, too." He winks, his cheesy remark making you giggle as you try to push him away with an eye roll, the strength of his embrace however caging you in. And truly, you couldn't think of a better place to be in this moment, as you nuzzle your face into his chest, appreciating him wholeheartedly

AHHHHH

MY PERSONAL CHEF/BAKER HEART— I CAN’T EVEN AHHHHHH

THIS IS SO CUTE AND I CAN JUST IMAGINE IT HAPPENING AND CAN HEAR THE WORDS IN HIS VOICE AND I AHHHHH

😭😭😭😭

#faithlynn speaks 🪐#ask faithlynn ✨

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adoremp3 · 5 months

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📝✨ 'tis the season....to write! ✨📝

unwrap your creativity and embark on a festive journey of words! embrace the magic of the season by unleashing your creativity with these 20 writing prompts. whether you're cuddled up with a notebook or typing away by the twinkling lights, dive into the spirit of the holidays through the power of storytelling.

if any of the prompts below spark your creativity, i'd love for you to tag me in your posts so i can enjoy your work. feel free to use the hashtag #TisTheSeasonWriting to share your festive tales with the writing community!

on a snowy christmas eve, a struggling musician finds inspiration and love when a mysterious stranger leaves sheet music with a heartfelt note at their doorstep

two longtime pen pals, who have never met in person, decide to surprise each other by showing up unannounced at the same charming bed and breakfast for a magical christmas reunion

a jaded city executive reluctantly joins a small town’s christmas decorating committee and discovers unexpected romance with the quirky but endearing local florist

a department store santa and a hard working elf develop a secret connection throughout the holiday season, finding love behind the scenes of the north pole

a young professional reluctantly attends a company retreat in a snowy mountain lodge during the week of new year’s eve, only to discover unexpected connections and new beginnings as the clock strikes midnight

during a christmas tree lighting ceremony, a photographer captures a spontaneous kiss between two strangers, sparking a viral sensation that leads them to reconnect in the spirit of the season

a group of friends from various backgrounds come together to celebrate chrismukkah, exploring the beauty of their traditions while navigating the challenges of the holiday season in a heartwarming tale of unity

on a delayed train home for the holidays, a lonely traveller strikes up a conversation with a fellow passenger, and as the snow falls outside, they realise they might have just found something special

a competitive ice-skating duo is forced to reevaluate their partnership when a surprise injury jeopardises their chance at their final competition of the year, ultimately bringing them closer than ever

a single parent and a kind-hearted school teacher collaborate to create a memorable christmas pageant for their children, discovering love amidst the chaos of holiday preparations

in an expected turn of events, a corporate lawyer finds himself stranded in a cosy mountain cabin with a free-spirited artist, leading to a heartwarming christmas filled with laughter and love

a baker and a chef find themselves in a friendly yet intense holiday bake-off, but as they share kitchen space and secret family recipes, the competition transforms into a sweet love story

in a bustling city on new year’s eve, two strangers get stuck in an elevator just before midnight, sparking an impromptu celebration and a connection that lasts long after the clock strikes twelve

a struggling writers receives an anonymous gift of a vintage typewriter on christmas morning, along with a note that leads them on a scavenger hunt, unravelling a love story from the past

two childhood friends reunite in their hometown, reminiscing about the past and realising that the feelings they had buried long ago might still be alive

in a small town where winter celebrations embrace various cultures, a local bakery hosts a dessert exchange that brings together neighbours from different backgrounds, leading to unexpected romance and sweet connections

a librarian and a history buff team up to organise a winter festival that highlights the cultural diversity of their community, leading to a shared appreciation for traditions and a budding romance

a ski instructor and a snowboarder, both passionate about winter sports, find themselves drawn to each other during a festive holiday competition that blends their favourite activities

a travel blogger, stranded in a charming european village on new year’s eve due to a snowstorm, joins the locals in their unique celebration, where she meets a charismatic chef and discovers the magic of a small-town countdown

a cosy bed and breakfast in a snow-covered village hosts a winter storytelling night, where guests share tales of their lives and dreams, leading to a heartwarming connection between two strangers with intertwined stories

on the last night of hanukkah, a chance encounter at a festive celebration sparks a connection between two people who come from different backgrounds. as they navigate cultural differences and family expectations, they find that love can be the most meaningful gift of the season.

a photographer on assignment to capture winter landscapes in a charming town unexpectedly crosses paths with a reclusive writer known for their holiday romance novels. as they collaborate on a project, the line between fiction and reality blurs, and they discover the magic of love in the midst of the holiday season.

as the new year's eve countdown begins, two childhood friends reunite at a cosy winter cabin after years apart. through shared memories, laughter, and the warmth of the fireplace, they realise that the greatest gift of the season might be a second chance at love.

in a charming Christmas market, a baker and a candlemaker find themselves competing for the most coveted spot. as their rivalry intensifies, so does their undeniable attraction. in the midst of holiday chaos, they learn that love is sweeter than any gingerbread cookie or scented candle.

during a snowy hanukkah celebration, a chance meeting between a violinist and a writer creates a symphony of emotions. as they navigate the melodies of their pasts and dreams for the future, they discover that the harmonies of love can be found in unexpected places.

in a small town where christmas is celebrated all year round, a jaded writer assigned to cover the festivities meets a local bakery owner who believes in the magic of the season. as they collaborate on a holiday feature, they find themselves falling for each other against a backdrop of twinkling lights and festive cheer.

a workaholic corporate executive reluctantly attends a company christmas party and ends up stuck in an office elevator with the quirky office assistant. as they share stories and snacks from the office holiday party, they realise that true love might be waiting right under the mistletoe.

a professional ice skater and a hockey player collide on the ice during a festive winter carnival. despite their competitive spirits, they find themselves drawn to each other in a whirlwind of twirls and spins, discovering that love can be as graceful and unpredictable as a figure-skating routine.

a stranded traveller spends christmas eve in a charming bed and breakfast, where they meet the innkeeper's single parent sibling. as they join forces to create a memorable holiday for the guests, they realise that love can blossom unexpectedly, even in the cosiest of inns.

a dedicated firefighter and a compassionate paramedic find themselves working together on christmas day, responding to holiday emergencies. as they navigate the challenges of their demanding jobs, they realise that sometimes the warmth of love can heal even the coldest of nights.

on a snowy winter getaway, a solitary writer seeking inspiration crosses paths with a charismatic tour guide. as they explore the picturesque landscapes and share stories by the fireside, they uncover the chapters of a love story waiting to be written beneath the falling snowflakes.

in a quaint bookstore hosting a holiday book club, two avid readers find themselves discussing a romantic novel set during the holiday season. as they delve into the story, they realise that their own lives are beginning to mirror the tale, sparking a romance that unfolds with each turn of the page.

an amateur astronomer and a meteorologist find themselves on a remote mountaintop on new year's eve, chasing the perfect view of a rare celestial event. as they share their dreams under the starlit sky, they discover that love is as infinite and unpredictable as the universe.

during a community hanukkah celebration, a culinary enthusiast and a chef with a secret family recipe connect over their shared love of traditional holiday foods. as they collaborate in the kitchen, they discover that the perfect blend of spices can lead to a recipe for love that transcends cultural boundaries.

during a magical snowstorm on new year's eve, two strangers find themselves trapped in an old bookstore. as they explore the shelves and share stories of their pasts, they realise that the most enchanting chapter of their lives may be just beginning.

#writing prompt #prompt list #prompts #writeblr #writers on tumblr #holiday prompts #christmas #winter #romance writing #writing #creative writing #harry styles #harry styles writing #harry styles fic #fanfiction #fic #i really dont know how to tag this lol but this is for anyone not fandom specific tbh #TisTheSeasonWriting

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dinasmoon · 10 months

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༘⋆ holiday festival

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Summery: You and Abby both run bakeries that have been rivals for years, you don't really know how it started. But the two of you have been at it for years until, things change at the end of this year's holiday festival.

♡ pairing: baker!Abby x baker!reader

➸ word count: 492

♡ authors note: this is a little something that i wrote that really like, I hope you guys enjoy it

♫ now playing: look after you by the fray

You and Abby have been running rival bakeries in town for years. While Abby had inherited her bakery from her grandmother, you had built yours from scratch. The feud is no secret, and everyone knows the two of you don't get along with, constantly trying to outdo each other, from our recipes to our storefront displays. It's a battle for the best cupcakes, cookies, and cakes.

It's like you two of you are stuck in a never-ending cycle of trying to prove who's the best. But deep down, there's something there between you. But none of you can seem to admit it.

One day, after the town's annual holiday festival, Abby and you were alone in the square. It was quiet, with only the twinkling lights of the Christmas decorations and faded music playing to keep you company. You were both cleaning up your booths, lost in your own thoughts. And as Abby was packing up her things, you could feel her eyes on you, and you noticed her stealing small glances. You had never thought of her that way before. She's always been your rival ever since you moved into this town a few years ago, but even you couldn't deny the attraction you felt. You both lingered for a few seconds too long.

You don't remember who made the first move, but suddenly the two of you were facing each other, your eyes locked. And then it happened – Abby leaned in and kissed you. You stood frozen, your heart pounding in your chest. She kissed you slowly, her lips gentle but passionate. She pulled away and nervously tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, looking at you with a shy smile. "I guess I should have said something before doing that," she chuckled."I've been in love with you ever since you opened your bakery next to me. I didn't know if you felt the same. I was too scared to say anything." Your eyes widen, that was years ago... And she had never said anything. She took a deep breath and glanced at your eyes. "So I decided to take the risk and show you how I feel," she said softly, her voice barely a whisper. You paused, still trying to process her confession. You had been attracted to her for so long, but you never had the courage to make a move - her words were a relief to your racing heart. She looked so vulnerable, yet determined, and you couldn't help but smile.

You couldn't keep your feelings to yourself anymore, so you leaned in and kissed her, softly at first. However, as she responded, you deepened the kiss. You pulled away, looked into her eyes, and smiled. You could see the relief in her eyes and she smiled. She grabbed your hand and said, "I was so scared that you wouldn't do that. I'm so happy you did." You kissed her again and said, "Me too."

#wlw #abby anderson x you #lesbian #lgbtq #sapphic #abby anderson fluff #baker!abby #baker!reader #tlou abby #abby anderson #abby the last of us #princess writes‧₊˚🧸✩ ₊˚🪡⊹♡

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phoxphenex · 1 year

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nct dream holiday special?🤭 -🐰

i actually had this planned in my drafts so i hope you like it 🤭💖 (most/all of these will be christmas-y since the dreamies celebrate christmas)

𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗜𝗗𝗔𝗬𝗦 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠

MARK

driving through neighborhoods to look at all the christmas lights is a must for you and mark. it was a childhood tradition for him back in canada, and since it’s difficult to decorate a dorm with lights, you would put extra effort into finding a well-lit neighborhood to take mark to. the two of you would just slowly drive through the streets with some soft christmas music playing on the radio, his eyes catching all the twinkling holiday lights. you love watching his face light up when he points the extravagant houses out, and you’re just happy that you get to help mark experience some fun for the holidays.

RENJUN

you and renjun have your own little cookie-making contest every christmas eve. each year, you both come up with a new recipe or theme for the members of nct to judge, and each year, you lose. it’s not even because renjun is an amazingly skilled baker, it’s that you are absolutely terrible at it. last year, some of his members compared you to jisung, and he was the offended one! still, though you are convinced the contest is rigged, you and renjun go out of your way to have your bake-off every year.

JENO

ugly sweater contests! you love going out and buying random crafting items from your childhood to put on the poor sweaters, and jeno just likes making a mess. one year, you bought red and green legos and glued them to your sweaters to stick them together. xiaojun and taeyong were especially amused that year. i feel like jeno would mess up on purpose to tease you, and you’d fall right into his traps. all in all, it’s a tradition for the two of you to customize ugly couples' christmas sweaters to wear to sm parties.

HAECHAN

the two of you love singing christmas songs, his favorite being the jackson 5′s take on i saw mommy kissing santa claus. you tend to stick with the classics, such as frank sinatra and elvis, but you support each other's separate tastes. another thing you do after drinking a bit too much of jaemin’s special egg nog is going around the dorm, knocking on the member’s doors, and since christmas carols whether they answer or not. oh yeah, you’ve already memorized dream’s candy choreography for your caroling session this year :)

JAEMIN

mistletoe. jaemin would literally hide mistletoe everywhere around your place, and just point it out at random times. he says it’s festive, but you know it’s just an excuse to get free kisses. not that you’re complaining ;) it was strange one year, though, when haechan and jaemin found themselves under the mistletoe. you were the only one entertained, but jaemin got his revenge by following you around with the mistletoe in his hand all night. after that, your little pranks became a holiday tradition, and to this day, there is no escape from jaemin and his mistletoe kisses.

CHENLE

christmas movie marathon. every, single. year. you watch every movie you can think of the entire month of december, but save your favorite for christmas day: love actually. you watched it with your parents when you were a kid, so it made sense for you to recommend it to watch on the 25th. you didn’t expect chenle to like this movie as much as he did, and after watching it on your first christmas together, you wouldn’t pick any other film to match it. in fact, after that first christmas, chenle became the one to eagerly force you into your (matching) christmas jammies to comfortably watch love actually together.

JISUNG

you and jisung love decorating the tree together, but your favorite part of christmas is the cocoa. it’s just about the only thing jisung knows how to make, so his excitement is just that more special to you. you make a point to drink the make the hot chocolate before decorating the tree so that by the time you finish, the temperature is perfect. of course, jisung helps you put the star on the tree since you can’t quite reach the top without a little help.

#holiday special #nct #nct dream #nct mark #nct renjun #nct jeno #nct haechan #nct jaemin #nct chenle #nct jisung #merry christmas #heart emoji

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timeofjuly · 4 months

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And Four Papyri in a Pear Tree

Chapter 4 - Theatrical, Dramatic, Flairful

Summary: You and Papyrus compete in a MTT-broadcasted gingerbread house making competition. You avoid being singed by fireworks.

Notes: The fourth chapter of And Four Papyri in a Pear Tree, my four-part holiday series focusing on festive-themed dates with Rus, Edge, Stretch, and Papyrus.

Tags: Reader/Papyrus, fluff, established relationship.

Read it on AO3 or read it below the cut!

"For someone who insists that they’re not anxious, you’re doing an uncanny impression of a highly-strung human,” Papyrus says to you. “Do I need to unstring you? Or is this just a well-thought strategy to bamboozle our competition? It’s very impressive if you are. You should tell me; we’re teammates, after all. For maximum effectiveness, I should be part of your strategy.”

“I’m okay, This isn’t televised live, right?” you murmur back, your fingernails drumming on the countertop. You’re making a very concentrated effort to appear nonchalant, but you’ve landed closer to nervous.

The finger-tapping probably isn’t helping. Cool, calm, and collected cooks don’t jitter and you’ve seen enough episodes of the Great British Bake-off to know what happens to the twitchy contestants. Shaky hands cause disaster; the last thing you need is to end up with a pile of broken gingerbread on the floor. Especially if this is being televised live and considering the array of cameras and bustling workers around the studio, you are leaning towards yes.

“Fear not, my fellow gingerbread constructionist extraordinaire,” Papyrus replies, volume far louder than yours, “not only is this competition being broadcasted to countless households and being witnessed by a live studio audience, it’s also being recorded! This episode will be played for many years to come and available to stream on four different streaming services! Our efforts today will not be forgotten!”

Welp, that’s your fears confirmed. No pressure or anything.

Of course Papyrus isn’t nervous – as the monster mascot, he does things like this all of the time. You, on the other hand? This is your first time in a TV studio, much less being in front of the camera itself. It’s also your first time attempting to make a gingerbread house which seems… ill advised.

“You’ve done this before, right?” you ask your boyfriend, voice still low.

“This is a competition for amateur bakers?” he says, voice still loud. “So of course not? Where’s the fun in beating opponents you outclass? That would defeat the spirit of the contest!”

You look around the studio at the other competitors. There’s an even mix of monsters and humans making up six competing couples in total, including you and Papyrus. Looking at them, you get the feeling that they all seem far more prepared and confident than you.

Lucky you've got Papyrus with you; he's got enough confidence for the both of you.

You take a deep breath to steady your nerves. Papyrus is right - this is supposed to be fun. And you have an advantage that none of the other contestants have: you're here with your enthusiastic, supportive boyfriend who always manages to lift your spirits.

You're also handy with a rolling pin and aren't above bludgeoning your way to victory.

You turn your attention to the ingredients and tools laid out before you on the studio kitchen countertop. There are sheets of gingerbread, jars of colourful candy, tubes of icing in every shade imaginable, and an assortment of tools, including a hopefully unnecessary but promisingly hefty rolling pin.

The studio itself is a riot of colours, decked out with twinkling lights and festive decorations, with an equal amount of MTT branding. There’s a huge leaderboard, currently blank, that sits above all of your worktables, along with an unmoving timer sitting at one hour. The lights are so bright that you can barely make out the audience in front of you, but you know that they’re there. It's dazzling.

You and the other contestants have borrowed some of the glamour. You’ve all been primped and preened within an inch of your lives; you’ve been beautified by a very talented make-up artist and Papyrus’ bones gleam white under the beam of the studio lights. You’re wearing nice new clothes too in a festive green shade, whilst he looks dashing in a red ensemble.

It’s fun being Papyrus’ plus-one. Which you are, even though he’s assured you a dozen times that you’re as important of a contestant as him, but you know that you’re just here because of him. Everyone has been treating him – and by proxy, you – like a freaking movie star, offering you snacks and drinks, touching up your make-up. Several audience members and two of your fellow contestants even asked for his autograph, and he’d insisted on you scribbling your name down too.

You forget, sometimes, that you’re dating a bona fide celebrity, but it’s really, really nice to be reminded. It makes the primal, caveman part of your brain do funny things. Some monkey combination of pride and possessiveness, maybe? It thinks yep, you’re right, he is the best, and he’s with me.

You’re pulled from your unhinged thoughts by an assistant, a harried looking monster clutching a clipboard, bustling up to the middle of the studio. "Places everyone!" she calls out, pulling the attention of everyone else in the studio. You straighten up and watch as the other employees take their places behind cameras and microphones. "We're going live in 5...4...3..."

You take a deep breath and shake out your hands, willing away the last of your nerves. Showtime.

The assistant finishes the countdown and you hear the MTT theme song start playing. The studio lights dim and a single spotlight shines down on Mettaton, a burst of energy in a bedazzled suit, as he emerges from a hidden lift in the middle of the stage. Several fireworks go off with an ear-splitting boom and the assistant ducks to avoid getting her eyelashes singed off.

You make mental note to avoid standing too close to the centre of the studio.

The audience erupts into applause. You clap along with them, very impressed with the theatrics of it all. You’ve seen Mettaton plenty of times on TV and had met him once, very briefly at Papyrus’ last birthday (more than enough to make an impression, though) but there’s something different about seeing him like this. You can see how people get swept up in celebrities.

His voice, animated and confident, reverberates through the studio as he addresses the camera and the live studio audience. "Darlings and gentledarlings, ginger enthusiasts, and bread aficionados, welcome to the most dramatic gingerbread house-making competition of the season!"

The applause continues for a good five minute; several times it starts to lapse, and the assistant has to whip the enthusiasm back up. Your hands hurt by the end of it.

Once Mettaton seems satisfied, the studio quiets and he explains the rules of the competition - each couple has one hour to construct the most creative, structurally sound gingerbread house using the ingredients provided.

You know all of this already, of course, have had to sign half a dozen forms and waivers and know the rules and hidden regulations like the back of your hand. Mettaton is all about safety nowadays, which, going by the stories you’ve heard about bloodshed and real lasers underground, hasn’t always been the case. You feel mostly confident that you’re going to emerge from this with all of your limbs still attached.

Beside you, Papyrus is practically vibrating with energy, skeletal hands fluttering over the ingredients as he waits for the signal to start. His enthusiasm buoys you, making you smile despite yourself. Who cares if you make a mess of things on live TV? You're here to have fun with your boyfriend, not win prizes.

… okay, you do kinda care, just a little. You want to win! You've always liked working with your hands and making things - hopefully some of that creative spirit will carry you through.

"Now, let the gingerbread extravaganza begin!” Mettaton says. “May the most creative couple win, but remember, it's not just about the gingerbread – it's about the theatrics, the flair, and the sugar-fuelled drama!"

With that, the studio erupts in applause, and the competition officially kicks off. The studio lights come back on and an upbeat holiday song begins playing. Adrenaline smacks into you with the force of a rolling pin to the back of the head.

You clap your hands together, needing to diffuse the energy somehow, and turn to Papyrus. Out of the corner of your eye you can see a camera trained on the two of you. Game face on!

He beams at you, but you can see the glint in his sockets. “There are two key things to take into account when building a structurally sound gingerbread building. The first is a level, sturdy foundation, and the second is the adhesive qualities of the icing. Fortunately, there is also two of us, which is the perfect amount of person to divide between the tasks.”

“I’ll do the icing,” you say, pulling a bowl towards you. You grab a whisk and begin beating the pre-made icing in the bowl, determined to get it to the perfect smooth, sticky consistency for piecing together pieces of gingerbread.

You whisk the icing vigorously, glancing up at Papyrus as he carefully lays out pieces of gingerbread in an organized pattern, ready to be assembled. He looks so focussed and you kinda – okay, really want to kiss him, but you don’t quite have the hand-eye coordination to whisk and kiss simultaneously.

"Looking good so far!" you say as you lift the whisk from the thick, glossy icing. You’re tempted to dip your finger in to taste it, but you’re not being graded on flavour.

The two of you start using your icing to piece the house together. You and Papyrus work together seamlessly, assembling the walls and foundation of the structure with efficient teamwork. As you pipe icing along the edges of each new piece and Papyrus precisely positions it, the basic structure begins to take shape before your eyes.

Once you’re done, the foundations of the house look solid. There’s a reason why you chose to do the icing; Papyrus has a head for this sort of stuff and the evidence of his skill sits on the bench in front of you. The walls are neatly assembled, each piece fitting seamlessly with its counterparts. The royal icing, now dry and firm, acts as glue, creating strong bonds between the gingerbread panels.

The basic shape of it is familiar. You’ve seen photos of his and Sans’ house in Snowdin and, as your eyes trace the shape of the two-storey house, the shed, the two letterboxes – it clicks.

“Should we put icing on the top to look like snow?” you ask, voice heavy around the fondness that’s welled up in your chest.

He agrees and the two of you begin decorating. The cameras make their rounds around the room and you’re happy to let him handle the interviews, only offering commentary when you think you have something sufficiently quippy to say. You hope you get a good edit; you’d like to be the sassy wise cracker but you’ll settle for thoughtful girlfriend.

As you decorate, you occasionally glance up at the other competitors. Most seem focused on constructing the basic structure, walls steadily going up around gingerbread foundations. But one couple in particular catches your eye – they’re working in sync, movements fluid and practiced as they assemble what looks to be a fucking gingerbread church, complete with soaring spires and stained sugar glass windows.

No way those two are amateur decorators. You’re indignant; Papyrus is right, it’s less fun when someone sullies the integrity of the contest. At least when you’re not the one cheating.

"We need an edge," you mutter, nudging him with your elbow. Your hands are all sticky and candy-covered, fingertips stained rainbow with food dye. "Look at that one over there! We need - what did Mettaton say? Theatrics? Flair? Drama?”

"Excellent idea," he says. "And you know what the most theatrical, dramatic and... flairful? Flair-iffic?”

“I like flairful,” you offer.

“Theatrical, dramatic, flairful. There’s only one thing that can satisfy all three of those categories.”

“… we can steal one of the fireworks? Shove it down the chimney? I guess having a real smoke effect would be cool, but we'd actually have to make a chimney first.”

“No! Puzzles! Traps! Clever, confounding conundrums!”

“Oh!” You feel a little better about that. “Okay then, how’re we going to add puzzles in?”

"How about a candy cane ladder that leads to nowhere, or a gumdrop bridge that collapses when you step on it? We'll make our gingerbread house an adventure!"

The traps become a collaborative effort. Papyrus designs a liquorice door that swings open when you touch a specific sequence of gumdrops, revealing a surprise candy stash on one side and sharp spikes on the other. There’s a peppermint slide that leads to a marshmallow pit – again, with spikes beneath the fluffy outer layer -, and a candy cane swing that may or may not launch you into a whipped cream cloud.

“Ten minutes left, darling contestants!” Mettaton says. A gong sounds and you jump, heart suddenly in your throat.

You scramble to finish the rest of the decorations and by the time that nine minutes and forty seconds pass, you’re happy enough to stand back and survey your combined work. Papyrus does the same and you grasp hold of his hand, bringing them both to rest on the countertop.

The resemblance to the house in Snowdin is uncanny, even though it’s made entirely of gingerbread, icing, and candy. There’s even an icing snow-Papyrus, a snow-lump that you’re pretty sure is Sans, and a snow-you.

It’s a masterpiece. You don’t even bother looking at the creations of the other competitors. It doesn’t matter.

Instead, you watch the seconds tick down to zero and hold his hand tight.

#papyrus x reader #undertale papyrus #And Four Papyri in a Pear Tree

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honeyrolls · 2 years

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Twinkle Baker Décor

#food #cake #mousse #fruits #strawberry #blueberry #apple #chocolate #sanrio #my sweet piano #kuromi #transparent #png #twinkle baker decor

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ickynights · 6 months

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Apple Pie and Beer Don’t Mix

cw- underage drinking, emeto, fainting

summary- Seongmin drunkenly mistakes his upset belly as him being hungry, chaos ensues.

"Well, aren't you just the cutest angel ever," Ivan cooed, wrapping his arms around Seongmin's waist. "Are you ready to go, honey? The party started a while ago."

Seongmin giggled softly, allowing himself to relax into Ivan's embrace. "I never thought I'd hear a devil say that," he teased, "I'm ready now. We better get there before all the food's gone." With a mischievous twinkle in his eye, he linked his arm with Ivan's, walking them towards Ivan's car.

It didn't take long for the two to arrive at the party. Their friends Giana and Mila were throwing a halloween party, which Seongmin practically begged Ivan to attend.

The house was decked out with Halloween decorations, every room illuminated by the cozy, warm light of orange string lights. As Seongmin entered, he couldn't help but notice the enticing aroma of apple pie wafting from the kitchen. Mila was always known to be an excellent baker and it partially played a part into why Seongmin had been so insistent on attending.

"Seongmin, I've missed you so much!" A voice suddenly appeared behind him.

Seongmin turned, surprised by the unexpected voice. He gasped in delight when he saw his friend Giana, whom he hadn't seen in ages. "Giana! I've missed you too! How have you been?"

Giana grinned and replied, "I've been doing good, just focusing on school and all that. How about you? I see you've brought someone tonight." Giana teased, wiggling her eyebrows.

Seongmin blushed and wrapped his arm around Ivan's, "This is Ivan, we just started dating recently." Seongmin answered, suddenly feeling shy.

"Nice to meet you, Ivan! You guys look really cute together," Giana greeted, playfully nudging Seongmin's arm. "Oh, and before I forget, Mila's brother got a few bottles of alcohol. Feel free to grab some if y'all wanna drink tonight." Giana offered, before walking off to another room.

Seongmin, being only 18 and rarely ever drank, let alone in a party setting. He was a bit hesitant, but somehow, the idea of being a little tipsy while surrounded by his boyfriend and friends didn't seem like such a terrible idea.

As the evening wore on, Seongmin found himself more relaxed and began to enjoy a drink or five in the company of his friends. The atmosphere of the Halloween party, the laughter, and the enchanting surroundings made it a night to remember.

What Seongmin didn't realize, though, was how much his stomach couldn't handle large amounts of alcohol whatsoever. His belly was a gurgling mess, but Seongmin was way too out of it to notice.

It wasn't until he ventured off to the kitchen, he noticed how noisy his belly had become. 'You must be really hungry.' Seongmin thought, frowning while rubbing his belly slowly.

He was about to turn around and head towards the food table located in the living room when he noticed a large apple pie sitting on the kitchen counter. Seongmin knew he shouldn't steal food he hadn't been given permission to eat, but the appetizing aroma wafting from the pie was more than enough to make common sense vanish. The temptation was just too great.

Unable to resist, Seongmin cut himself a generous slice of the delectable pie and took a bite. The sweet, warm filling melted in his mouth, and he closed his eyes, savoring the taste. It was a moment of indulgence, what he thought would be a comforting remedy to the discomfort he'd been feeling. The first piece had been so satisfying that Seongmin couldn't help but go for more. He cut another slice, and then another, and before he knew it, he had devoured a significant portion of the pie. Each bite was a mix of sugary nostalgia and spicy guilt.

Just as Seongmin was about to go in for another piece, he heard someone clear their throat from behind him. He whipped his head around, heart beating fast realizing he'd been caught.

"So that's where you went," Ivan said, his eyes focusing on his boyfriend's very noticeable bloated belly. "Honey, please tell me you didn't eat almost that entire pie," he continued, feeling his drunken daze instantly wearing off.

Seongmin pouted and put down his fork. "I don't want to lie to you," he slurred, hiccuping slightly. Now that Seongmin was no longer entranced by his sudden sense of starvation, he felt just how upset his belly was.

It was gurgling and groaning, loud enough that he was sure Ivan could hear. His belly was pressed against his pants, practically begging to be freed. He could feel the contents of his stomach churning angrily, threatening to come up at any second.

Ivan's expression shifted from amusement to concern as he looked at Seongmin's overindulged state. He gently reached out and placed a hand on Seongmin's shoulder, his voice filled with worry. "Seongmin, are you okay? You really shouldn't eat so much of pie. You know too much sugar always makes you sick." He scolded, guiding Seongmin away from the pie.

"Mm sorry." Seongmin mumbled, curling into Ivan's side as a cramp tore through his upper belly, “Didn’t realize what I was doing.”

Ivan wrapped his arm around Seongmin’s waist, offering support. “It’s okay, love. I can tell you aren’t exactly in your right mind,” Ivan chuckled half-heartedly. “Why don’t we head back to my house now? It’s pretty late, and everyone’s already leaving.”

Seongmin nodded drowsily, allowing Ivan to lead him to the car. After quick farewells to their friends, they headed back to Ivan’s house. Thankfully, Seongmin’s stomach cooperated, sparing the passenger seat of Ivan’s car from an unpleasant incident.

However, as soon as Ivan helped him out of the front seat, Seongmin’s stomach decided it had finally had enough. Within seconds, Seongmin toppled over, brown, sludgy vomit spraying from his lips.

Ivan rushed to grab hold of his boyfriend, concern etched across his face. “Good lord, Seongmin. I didn’t think it would happen that fast,” he said, his voice filled with worry

Seongmin retched another wave of sickness, swaying slightly, his body growing weaker by the second. He managed to mumble, “Mm gonna faint,” before going completely limp in Ivan’s arms.

Panicking, Ivan carefully took Seongmin into his arms, his heart racing as he carried his limp boyfriend to lay him gently on the living room couch. He quickly covered Seongmin with a soft blanket and then stood there, his mind racing with worry, not knowing what to do next. Ivan desperately wished he could make Seongmin feel better, but he was uncertain about the best course of action. He considered calling for medical help but wanted to assess the situation first, hoping that Seongmin would regain consciousness soon. Ivan's thoughts were a jumble of concern and fear as he anxiously watched over his boyfriend, willing him to wake up.

Just as Ivan was about to dial for help, he felt a sudden movement next to him. His heart leaped with relief as Seongmin slowly stirred, his eyelids fluttering open. Ivan's worried expression gave way to a mixture of concern and relief as he leaned closer, gently placing a hand on Seongmin's forehead. "You're awake," Ivan whispered, relief evident in his voice. "How are you feeling?"

Seongmin blinked groggily, his memory slowly returning to him. He swallowed hard, still feeling queasy, “I’m…not great,” he admitted weakly, a sheepish look on his face. “I’m so sorry, Ivan. I ruined our night.”

Ivan gave a reassuring smile and gently brushed a stray strand of hair off of Seongmin’s face. “Honey, you didn’t ruin anything,” Ivan said, leaning in to kiss his boyfriend’s cheek. “Don’t worry about anything right now. Let’s just focus on getting you to feel better, alright?”

“Promise me you’re not mad I puked all over your mom’s driveway.” Seongmin pouted, gagging slightly at the memory.

Ivan chuckled softly, his affection for Seongmin evident in his eyes. "I promise, I'm not mad at all. It was an accident, and accidents happen. Besides, we can always clean it up. What matters most is that you're okay." He brushed Seongmin's cheek with his thumb, offering reassurance and love, “I can’t say that my mom won’t be mad though.”

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My apology fic for being so inactive :,) hopefully college calms down soon and I’ll be able to write more. Hope you enjoyed! <3 Happy halloween 🎃

#belly ache #emeto #caretaking #sickfic #tw drinking #tw emeto #emetophilia

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fuckyeahfightlock · 1 year

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Advent Ficlets 2022, Day 1

'tis the Season

It was nearly eight o’clock by the time Sherlock had pronounced his frenzy of holiday decorating, “Finished!,” and then they spent another three-quarters of an hour putting away empty boxes and wrappings, sweeping fallen pine needles from beneath the twin trees--one by each window on the Baker Street side--folding tissue paper into which breakables would later be replaced for another year’s storage in the second bedroom, and pouring the last of the Spanish red they’d had with their takeaway supper into stemless wine glasses, then pouring themselves into their armchairs, face to face, sharing a single footstool.

“Well, I’m exhausted,” John smiled, gazing around the now glinting and glimmering flat. “Can’t imagine how you’re feeling. You did the lion’s share.”

“You’re a capable assistant,” Sherlock replied, “And I find it invigorating.”

“Cheers to. . .” John gestured with the third-full glass in his right hand. “All of this. Absolutely stunning.”

Sherlock raised his glass, lowered his eyes demurely. They sipped and sighed and surveyed their handiwork. The trees, of course: this year dressed in shades John thought of as blueish deep green and arterial-blood red, which Sherlock had identified--and swatched on a poster-sized “inspiration board”--as dark peacock teal and muted dark cherry, on baubles, strings of beads like faceted jewels, and exuberant sprays of fine ribbon, wearing their usual twinkle of off-white fairy lights. A mantelscape of balsam boughs, flickering faux candles, and custom ribbon in a plaid that incorporated Sherlock’s chosen colours (”How much does it cost to have that made, anyway?” “I charged it to the Crown via my brother.” “Wow, that much.”). Deep red, fresh roses beginning to open their petals, in tall slender vases on the side tables. Wreathes on the doors, a swag of pine and jewels in the arch between kitchen and sitting room, even a coordinated set of small throw rugs here and there over their usual laminate and the red rug, which Sherlock would not abide clashing with his decor for an entire month.

John’s gaze came to rest on the new-to-him but clearly quite ancient, probably antique, lace-and-linen tablecloth Sherlock had placed on the big table in the sitting room they used as their shared desk. It reminded him of something, and he hummed at the memory, half-grinning.

“Did I tell you I saw a wedding party getting poured on with rain yesterday? Outside the church around the way.” He pointed vaguely. “Bride, groom, all the girls there in matching shoes, holding their flowers. The gents were trying to keep everyone covered with umbrellas.”

Sherlock indicated he was listening with a light, ah, and a nod.

“I felt sorry for them, but they were all smiling.”

“Quite the done thing, at weddings--smiling,” Sherlock said. “Or so I’m told.”

“Anyway, I hope their party was nice. The breakfast. The disco.” John shrugged. “The tablecloth reminded me. Of the wedding dress.”

Sherlock nodded again, then lightly muttered, “The disco,” the air-quotes implicit in his tone though he did not actually make them. “Such a fuss.”

“You like a party, though,” John replied.

“I like my party.”

“Well if we ever get married, no disco,” John acceded with a grin. “Cocktails and appetizers and everyone out the door.”

“As it should be.”

After briefly stretching himself in his chair, John drained the final sip of the wine in his glass and got to his feet. He extended one hand to Sherlock, who readily slipped his own palm against John’s. “To bed, I think.”

As they undressed on opposite sides of the bedroom, turned back the bedclothes, and eased into bed, they were quiet, and only when both lamps had been turned off and they were arranging themselves close, warming each other while the sheets were still cold, did Sherlock speak. Low and quiet, he wondered, “If we get married?”

John’s heart thrilled and the darkness encouraged him to be unguarded; it was easier when Sherlock could not slit his eyes at him disbelievingly, nor crumple his nosebridge in feigned confusion, nor--perhaps most heartrending of all--soften his brow upward, widening his eyes in dismay or uncertainty. “Well. Two years together.”

As if that offered explanation, justification, or a definitive answer to an incomplete question, John left it at that. He found Sherlock’s wrist and caressed it, then cradled his hand and stroked the backs of Sherlock’s knuckles with his thumb.

“In fact,” Sherlock said, still quiet, but in his matter-of-fact, data-sharing tone, “I read recently that the Christmas season is now next most popular after June and October for weddings. Based on the most recent years’ surveys.”

John smiled to himself in the dark. “That’s interesting,” he said. “I’d not heard that.”

“It needn’t be extravagant. I think so long as it’s meaningful to the people involved, an intimate celebration is perfectly acceptable.”

“For a wedding?”

“Yes, for a wedding.”

John was quiet a moment; Sherlock squeezed his hand.

“I just want to be sure we’re on the same page, Sherlock. Or at least reading from the same book.” He cleared his throat. “Are you talking about--?”

“Our wedding.”

“Oh, OK.” John nodded, and he could hear his hair being disarranged against the pillowslip. “Yes then, same page. I agree, meaningful and intimate are both perfectly lovely things for a wedding.”

“Our wedding.”

“Yes, for our wedding.”

Sherlock loosed his hand from John’s gentle grip and laid it along John’s jaw, kissed him resolutely. They smiled into it, near-laughed, kissed again, kissed until the bed was warmed.

#Advent ficlets 2022 #Johnlock #writing #fic #Christmas fic #tis the season

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shallyne · 1 year

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Feyssian Week Day Five - Hobbies

The Cake Experiment

Fifth day of this week and another mini fic 🥰

TW: none

Feyre and Cass try to bake a cake

Feyre and Cassian looked at the Kitchen and Feyre was checking everything twice, making sure she didn't forget anything. Especially not the ingredients, not again. They tried to bake this damned cake 3 times now and they always missed something, or they burnt the cake like the did the last time. Not even reaching the decorating phase. Not today, though. Feyre made sure everything was there today, nothing would go wrong. A look towards Cassian told her he also made sure everything was where it was meant to be.

He nodded and smirked at Feyre "Ready?"

Feyre laughed "I am ready!" they high fived. "Nothing will go wrong today."

"We are prepared for this battle." Cassian agreed. As Feyre took the bowl, Cassian put up the recipe on his phone. He read it out loud while Feyre weighed the ingredients, she made sure it wasn't a gram more or less, it was all perfectly weighed. She wouldn't take the risk today.

After they weighed and measured everything, Feyre gave Cassian the bowl to mix everything together. She lost a sigh when it turned out perfectly. This was going to be success. Feyre put the batter into the form while Cassian was getting the oven ready.

She was glad that everything went to plan because this was their last try at this goddamned cake. Rhysands birthday was tomorrow and if they failed this try they would need to get one from the grocery store, which they did not want. They wanted to make Rhys's favorite cake, surprising him with it.

When they put the cake into the oven, Cassian hugged Feyre from behind. "What now?" she melted into his touch and hummed "Next is the buttercream."

Cassian kissed her cheek. "Then we will make the buttercream now."

Feyre sighed and nodded. They worked as they did with the batter, Cassian reading the recipe and Feyre weighing and measuring the ingredients, giving Cassian the bowl to mix again because he spent the evening before watching video after video about that cake. He called himself a master baker now. Feyre supressed a snort at that memory and looked after the cake in the oven while Cassian was mixing. It wasn't burned yet, that was good, and it wouldn't burn either because they both started their timers the minute they cake was baking.

Cassian put the buttercream in the fridge while Feyre leaned against the counter watching him. "Fourth time's the charm!" he grinned. "I can feel that this will be the greatest cake Rhysie has ever tasted."

"Oh, you can feel it?" Feyre grinned.

"I can." he said, putting his hands on the counter on either side of Feyre, his face just a few inches away from Feyres. "It will be the greatest cake we ever baked."

"There is only room to improve." Feyre replied.

Cassian rolled his eyes but smiled. "Smartass." he booped her nose. Feyre laughed. "Shut up." she said pushing him back, or trying to.

"What are we going to do until the cake is ready?" he asked, his eyes twinkling.

"Do you want to burn it again?" Feyre asked quietly.

Cassian snorted. "No, not again."

"How about cleaning the kitchen? Its messy." Feyre said. Cassian looked around the kitchen, sighing. "That's the last time we are baking a cake, Elain can continue that tradition."

Feyre chuckled. "We'll find another hobby." she said, kissing her boyfriends cheek.

They cleaned together and were done relatively fast. They stayed in the kitchen though, checking on the cake every few minutes until it was ready.

They took a break until it cooled down and then they continued their work. Cassian was cutting strawberries while Feyre applied the buttercream between the layers. Then it was Feyres turn to apply the buttercream on the outside of the cake. While Cassian was watching videos about mixing the cake together and what can go wrong, Feyre was watching videos about buttercream. Cassian told her that would be her job because she was the artist in this family.

Feyre was actually satisfied with the result. It wasn't as smooth as she wanted it in some places but they could cover that with decorations.

They also made a ganache and around evening Feyre was doing the drip effect on the cake. The next morning they decorated the cake and the only obstacle left was the transportation. The only thing that could go wrong now.

Feyre held the cake on the way to Rhysands house as if her life depended on it. In a sharp curve it almost slipped out of her hand but she catched it, the cake still looking perfectly fine.

When Rhys didn't pay attention they sneaked the cake into his kitchen where Feyre put the candles on top.

"Wow, you really made it." Mor said as she joined them. She hugged Feyre and kissed her cheek as a greeting. "It looks delicious, I can't wait."

"I told you we could do it." Cassian said smirking.

"How many tries did it take?" Mor asked.

Cassian scoffed. "Doesn't matter, we did it."

Mor giggled and left the room again to join the others. Feyre smiled at Cassian "Ready?"

"Absolutely." he said.

Feyre lit the candles and held the door open for Cassian who carried the cake in the dining room. Mor who stood behind Rhysand began singing happy birthday, the others joining in.

Rhys raised a brow, smiling, when Cassian put the cake in front of him.

Feyre had to admit, they did a great job.

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Enchanting Celebrations: Hosting a Magical Magician Birthday Party in Bangalore

Are you ready to sprinkle a little magic into your child's birthday celebration? If you're in Bangalore, India, you're in luck! Bangalore offers a vibrant array of options for hosting a magical Magician Birthday Party Bangalore that will leave your child and their guests spellbound. From enchanting performances to whimsical decorations, here's how you can create an unforgettable experience for your little one's special day.

Choosing the Perfect Venue:

First things first, finding the right venue sets the stage for a magical experience. Bangalore boasts a plethora of venues suitable for hosting children's parties, ranging from lush gardens to indoor play centers. Consider venues like botanical gardens, community halls, or event spaces with ample room for activities and performances. Ensure the venue aligns with your theme and has the necessary facilities for entertainment and catering.

Invitations:

Set the tone for your magical affair with enchanting invitations. Incorporate elements of illusion and wonder into your invitations, such as wands, top hats, or rabbits in hats. Include essential details like the date, time, venue, and RSVP information, along with a hint of the enchantment that awaits.

Decorations:

Transform your venue into a mystical realm with imaginative decorations. Adorn the space with shimmering curtains, twinkling fairy lights, and colorful balloons. Create a focal point with a backdrop featuring a magician's stage or a mystical forest scene. Incorporate props like magic wands, playing cards, and illusionist's gear to enhance the ambiance and ignite the imagination of your young guests.

Magical Entertainment:

The highlight of any magician birthday party is, of course, the magical entertainment. Hire a professional magician who specializes in captivating children's performances. A skilled magician will mesmerize the audience with mind-bending tricks, sleight of hand, and interactive illusions. Consider incorporating elements of storytelling or puppetry to engage younger children and ensure everyone feels included in the enchantment.

Themed Activities and Games:

Enhance the magic with themed activities and games that keep the excitement flowing. Set up stations for wand-making, face painting, or magical crafts where children can unleash their creativity. Organize treasure hunts or scavenger hunts with clues hidden throughout the venue, leading to a grand finale or magical prize.

Delightful Refreshments:

No birthday party is complete without delicious refreshments to satisfy hungry guests. Keep the menu simple yet magical with themed snacks like "wizard's wands" (pretzel sticks), "fairy dust" (colored popcorn), and "magic potion" (fruit punch). Consider hiring a caterer or baker to create custom treats like magician hat cupcakes or wand-shaped cookies that align with the theme.

Party Favors:

Send guests home with a touch of magic by providing enchanting party favors. Fill goody bags with themed trinkets such as mini Magic Show for Birthday Party In Bangalore decks of playing cards, or enchanted bookmarks. Personalize each favor with a thank-you note or magical message to express gratitude for joining in the celebration.

Capturing Memories:

Ensure you capture every enchanting moment by hiring a professional photographer or setting up a DIY photo booth with whimsical props and backdrops. Encourage guests to strike a pose with their favorite magician-inspired accessories and create lasting memories that you can cherish for years to come.

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