#we baked together one (1) time and that was my birthday cake (and I tried to say I didn't like x flavor and she was like 'but whyyy it's so

[itadoriyuuuji]

tokyo revengers pairings but it’s my thoughts/headcannons

doramai:

-they’re best friends, duh

-we all know how far draken is willing to go for mikey, and it’s amazing.

-personally, i think that if they were in a relationship, draken would be 100x clingier than mikey

-mikey always buys one extra dorayaki for draken, but always ends up eating it anyways when draken passes on it (it’s his master plan. he knew draken would pass)

-mikey always supports drakens dumbass ideas. he thinks it’s funny.

-draken buys mikey a ton of snacks. it’s his only way to get mikey to shut up at times.

-mikey has a thing for playing with drakens hair. he also washes it at times.

-if/when they get together, nobody in the gang is surprised. however, hakkai is surprised it didn’t happen faster.

maitake:

-they’re my top brotp.

-while i don’t see them every having anything romantic, i think if they were too, they’d be insufferable.

-pda. everywhere. no one can escape it.

-takemichi ends up giving mikey more career advice than anyone, however, he really shouldn’t be giving it… (i’m looking you manager-of-video-store.)

mitsukkai:

-literally one of the best duos ever.

-hakkai has every right to be obsessed with mitsuya. i would be too.

-i ship them 100%

-i think hakkai and mitsuya would be great together, however, i feel like they would come to a lot of bumps in the road (a relationship can never be perfect all fo the times).

-i think after the final chapter, it would make sense for them to partner up and for hakkai to use his connections to boost mitsuya’s work.

-going off of the end, i think mitsuya and taiju would work together to torment (no abuse, taiju isn’t abusive in this timeline) hakkai at times. especially with their awful baking skills.

-one time, mitsuya burned his hand making dinner for his sisters, leading to hakkai not letting him cook because he didn’t want taka-chan to get hurt again.

-mitsuya makes hakkai cook since he won’t let him near the stove. hakkai never cooks again.

takefuyu:

-idiot partners in crime

-literally trust each other with EVERYTHING

-half of their texts consist of chifuyu sending takemichi cat memes and pictures of kittens.

-chifuyu helped takemichi plan his real proposal, mostly because takemichi was too much of an idiot to get it done on his own (bless his heart)

-takemichi knows far too much about chifuyu’s dating life (or lack thereof)

bajifuyu:

-first love turned best friend type shit

-baji is chifuyu’s biggest supporter. #1 chifuyu fan right here

-one time, baji tried to visit chifuyu as a surprise. he never did it again, as he got hit in the head with a shoe before he made it through the door.

-baji consistently complains about chifuyu underpaying him at the petshop, prompting chifuyu to stop cooking for him and only cook for kazutora.

-baji once tried to come in between kazutora and chifuyu because he was jealous. he failed miserably. however chifuyu gave him more attention after that.

-baji buys a lot of yakisoba when chifuyu decides to stop cooking for him.

-chifuyu gives baji and kazutora weekly bags of necessities. they can support themselves, but chifuyu has done it for baji since they were younger.

kazufuyu:

-forgiveness is key.

-kazutora is chifuyu’s second biggest fan. he thinks chifuyu hung the stars.

-chifuyu cooks special things for kazutora when he’s having bad days

-one time, kazutora saw his father in public. chifuyu flipped his father off from a far, trying to lighten kazutora’s mood. it didn’t really work.

-kazutora once locked chifuyu out of the pet store to stop him from overworking himself. chifuyu nearly fired him.

-every year for chifuyu’s birthday, kazutora and baji make him a cake. it’s terrible every year, but chifuyu still eats it.

-the day baji tried to surprise visit chifuyu, kazutora was at his apartment. he was the reason the shoe was thrown.

-kazutora sleeps over at chifuyu’s apartment all the time. however, he wakes up far earlier than chifuyu, so he spends most of his time bored in the living room while he waits for his log of a boyfriend to get up.

yuzuhina:

-they’re so cute. not my favorite pairing, but my GOD they are CUTE.

-yuzuha and hina laugh over their idiots together

-one day, yuzuha decided to teach hina how to fight. it worked out fairly well.

-yuzuha and hina go shopping together all the time

-they model for mitsuya and are his biggest hypemen.

-sometimes yuzuha will take hina to the beach just so she can have time away from her family. they aren’t bad by any means, but yuzuha knows first hand that you just have to get away at times.

-yuzuha always takes care of hina when she isn’t feeling well. whether it be that she’s sick or sad, yuzuha is there.

kokonui:

-these two stress me OUT

-they’re soulmates but they can’t be together until they work all of their shit out

-there’s a lot of shit to be worked out.

-in every timeline, koko kind of abandons inupi. let’s have one where he’s ALWAYS by his side.

-inui and koko both need therapy because they’re crazy. they would Literally kill for each other and that’s not exactly okay

-one time, koko had a bit of a breakdown. in this breakdown, he came to believe that no one could ever love him. inui spent months undoing this belief in kook’s mind.

-koko has a tendency to distance himself from inui to “protect” him. inui hates that he does it, and has started to practically attach himself to koko when he tries it.

-as adults, they literally cannot stay mad at each other. any fight always ends fast because they don’t want to be without each other again.

-one night when inupi was working late, koko got restless so he went to the shop. he happened to get there immediately as inupi is walking out. eventually this becomes a habit, as it makes inupi’s walk home less boring.

#doramai #draken #ken ryuguji #mikey sano #sano manjiro #maitake #hanagaki takemichi #mitsukkai #mitsuya takashi #hakkai shiba #takefuyu #chifuyu matsuno #bajifuyu #baji keisuke #torafuyu #kazutora hanemiya #mikey fluff #takemichi headcanons #kazufuyu #baji headcanons #kazutora headcanons #yuzuhina #yuzuha shiba #hinata tachibana #kokonui #kokonoi hajime #inui seishu #kokonui fluff #kokonoi fluff

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

hi , im aphrodite anon and i saw someone doing a ranking here once and i wanted to give a ranking on if my strict arab / muslim family would be approving of my courting of the twisted wonderland cast heartslabyul <3 riddle : listen , my mother is all for the rules. they’d drink tea together and talk about how im “too argumentative for my own good”. my dad tried intimidating him and then warmed up to him because he could probably take care of me or smth like that—my siblings , cousins , and uncles are too much for him so at family gatherings he just hangs out with my aunties 9/10 trey : TELL ME THEY WOULDN’T LOVE HIM—like they teach him how to bake all of our yemeni desserts like ma’amool , ka’ak , bint al sahn—they adore him. my mom is all for the extensive dental knowledge and my dad probably teaches him how to cook lahim sighar and shawarma , while bonding over dude stuff idfk 20/10 cater : okay so my aunties would like him a lot. he’s so chatty with them that they just invite me over so that they can talk with him. he probably called them ‘pretty’ or complimented their middle easterner hair and ever since then he became one of the aunties—my cousins climb him like a tree and do his hair <3 my uncles make fun of him because they’re stupid like that 8/10 ace : no. like i cant take this mf anywhere with me. HE WOULD ACT LIKE MY MALE COUSINS AND THEY’D FUCKING MAKE THE LITTLE KIDS WRESTLE—based on a true story. he’d get along with my uncles and my cousins , but the kids would fucking hate him sooooo. my dad wouldn’t like him either 3/10 deuce : he’s perfect. he’s sweet , respectful , helpful , strong—like the moment my grandparents are all for him is when they see him helping my mom carry heavy stuff out of the car. my dad would adore him because he has good intentions and my cousins would love hanging around him 10/10 savanaclaw <3

leona : my uncles are pretty lazy , but he takes the cake. we’re singing happy birthday to my grandpa and he’s in the guest bedroom napping—they wouldn’t like him very much at all. i have like 30 younger cousins and they’d annoy the hell out of him so yeah -1/10 ruggie : no he fits right in with the arabs. they’ll laugh together and my grandma will feed him until he can’t fit into his jeans. he eats really well at all of out family reunions <33 AND THE KIDS LOVE HIM. they aren’t even suspicious of him when my auntie’s gold earrings suddenly go missing 10/10 jack : they’d be unsure at first and then they’d love him. he and my dad get along the most because my dad really likes reliable people with good morals <3 my mom invites him over and teaches him how to make classic yemeni dishes , whilst making fun of me or smth. HE’D SCARE MY UNCLES TOO MUCH FOR THEM TO MAKE FUN OF HIM OR ME HAHAHAHAHA. whenever my brother and older cousins try to make the kids wrestle each other , jack comes to the rescue for sure 11/10 octavinelle <3 azul : nah because why is he talking about the economy with my uncles and dad ?? and why are they actually enjoying the conversation—he’s smooth enough to get through my aunties pretty easily and he and my dad definitely get along wayyyyy too well. all they ever wanted was for me to get a benevolent smart guy , and so comes azul. he does seem a little worried about all of the khubz , ka’ak , and bint al-sahn we make 9.3/10 jade : THEY LOVE HIM AND THEN SLOWLY BECOME SUSPICIOUS OF HIM—they really thought he was a chill and suave guy until he made a low key suspicious comment and they always think about it. on the plus side , he’s definitely helping in the kitchen after we cook for the gatherings 6.8/10 floyd : no. they think he’s way too capricious in his nature and he’s just ??? they’re scared when he says something about squeezing a kid until they pop. he threw one of the kids for fun and then they started crying to their parents about it jkfhjdf it was the last time he was invited to a gathering. -5/10

PART 1/2

bc of character block limit smh

Oh my god welcome aphrodite anon

These also seem very very accurate too. Rip Floyd.

#not writing #not requests #aphrodite anon #rank #floyd leech #jade leech #azul ashengrotto #riddle rosehearts #trey clover #cater diamond #ace trappola #deuce spade #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #jack howl

[shiningdesignersreflections]

Chapter 2: Cake’s Memories

Narrated by no one.

Narrator: The second floor of the Dessert Shop feels like a cozy living room, with cookies and black tea on the table, and cake-patterned cushions casually scattered on the carpet.

Narrator: Nikki and Momo pick a seat and dive right into the film on the projection screen. It’s a collection of homemade videos shot with different devices and qualities, but it’s all about birthday celebrations.

Staff: These are all shot by customers. We’re glad to have our cakes be a part of their memory.

Narrator: Nikki watches people making wishes before the candles. Their genuine smiles and emotions warm her heart.

Narrator: Pictures of celebrations also adorn all four walls. Next to each not-always-perfect photo is a story about the cake straight from the customer.

Momo: Hee, the cake in this picture seems a little too well-done!

Nikki: Let me see... “First birthday surprise for him, surprised myself instead...”

Narrator: A girl tries to make a surprise cake for her boyfriend, only to char it in the oven, leaving a big black chunk of mess.

Nikki: Look, it says here, “So I came to learn from the master. He was finally satisfied with the birthday cake I baked him in the second year.”

Momo: Wow, the “before” and “after” is night and day!

Narrator: There’s another picture without a story but a lot of different “Happy Birthdays.” Two were obviously written by children and misspelled.

Nikki: How cool, four generations making a cake together!

Momo: It’s written that it was for a 50th wedding anniversary.

Narrator: In one photo, the grandparents are holding hands decorating the cake together. In another, it has them holding the cake, smiling between the flanking family members.

Narrator: Nikki examines each picture. Every shot and every line tells a loving story.

Narrator: Behind the sweet surprises for family, friends, and lovers are always the loving thoughts that make every story worthwhile.

Nikki: Mom used to make cakes for my birthday when I was little. I still remember how they tasted.

Nikki: Yoyo tricked me and smeared frosting on my face once. My dad has the photo to prove it.

Nikki: There’s no happier feeling than getting a handmade cake from loved ones and spending a birthday with them.

Momo: [Your Name] spent a lot of time getting a birthday surprise ready for you, Nikki! I had a big hand in it, too, of course.

Nikki: I know! It’s been a great day for me, and I owe it all to you two!

Momo: There’s a bigger surprise coming. Don’t forget to do what [Your Name] asked!

Nikki: That’s right. We already browsed two levels. The snacks place must be on the third floor.

Chapter 1

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

#nikki #shining nikki #chapter 2 #transcript #cake's memories #ssr designer #ninir #ninir kingdom #tea and cookies #desserts #birthday #surprise #make a wish #memories #family #friends #loved ones

[captainmera]

I know my messages don't reach you where you are.

But it still hurts to miss you.

Youre not there, on the other side of the screen, anymore.

And I feel terrible, my memories of you are blurry now. I remember bits, like you were never real to begin with. But you were real once, so real. At least my feelings were real. And maybe that's the only thing that matters in memories.

I wish I had more things of yours. More than text and stupid movies we streamed. 1... 2... 3... PLAY! Remember when we went thru all the seasons of ghost adventures? ...thanks for humouring me with that.

I wish I had something of yours so I could find comfort in that; at least once upon a time, you were really here on earth with me. And you mattered to me.

Where did you go?

I dont want the last thing you told me to be "happy birthday!" Why did you let that be the last thing you said?

I know my messages doesn't reach you anymore.

Ghosted gets a whole new meaning now, doesn't it?

Yeah...

You are just ghosts now. But you won't even answer my scrying calls. I'm not afraid of finding shadows behind me in the mirror, I would like to see you one last time. One last talk. Just to ask if it all mattered to you too.

Did it?

Or maybe you're not dead at all.

Are you?

Where are you...?

What happened?

Was it me? Did I do something?

No, that's not the kind of people you were. You would have told me to my face. You would have explained it to me if you had the chance, I know you would have!

If you could have...

And that's the thing, isnt it?

You would have told me.

But you didn't. So... you.. Must be gone?

Are you gone?

There's no closure to this I know. I'm just running in circles hoping an answer will present itself of what happened to you. To all three of you. Someone must still be alive, right?

You wouldn't just..

Leave.

Not without telling me.

Weren't I invited to the wedding? Weren't we all going to wear sneakers in different colours and she was going to wear a sleeved dress and you were going to have a navy blue suit and you were going to make the cake. And I were going to bring a basket full of love.

You would have told me.

If you had a daughter you wanted her to have my middle name. And you always wanted a sailormoon wedding. And you wanted me to see you sing live someday.

You didn't make me feel that loved on pretend. I refuse to believe you did that for jokes, for years.

Did something bad happen...?

I have tried to find you.

Tried to look in every newspaper, tried to find out, tried to reach out- I did try!

It's been three years.

Was it corona? Did you all die from it? All three of you? Or did one of you die and the other two didn't have heart to tell me and just thought this was better??

I'm... just..

So sad.

Y'know?

I think of you all the time and I can't, like, move sometimes. I can't move. I can't think and I can't make any sense of it. It is crippling.

And people say online friends aren't like real friends, haha.

Hah..

...

I just want to know what happened.

But this message won't reach you either, will it?

Kitten, PauPau, Cupcake.

I love you.

I still do.

Wherever you are, if you're alive out there still, I hope youre doing ok. I really hope you're okay. I much rather you be alive somewhere forgetting about me than dead and it's me who is forgetting.

I hope you had the wedding and I hope your pets are alright, I hope youre all bundled up together all happy-like in a house where kitten painted every wall and paupau draws his buildings and Cupcake bakes their cookies.

I bet there's an outdoor shower, she always wanted one. I hope paupau gives in on getting a chicken, you did agree on the dog after all. Haha, Doge. Who names their dog Doge? Haha! Javert the cat.

Was France alright in the summer? Do you still have farmers dumping free produce on your doorstep? Does Jean still work with Paupau? Or maybe they finally started their own architect business.. I always did think paupau was too good for that place.

Hey Kitten how's your class? Are the kids sweet? Did you use those art games I suggested? I hope you get to write your book. I want to read it. I want it signed and I will read it until it breaks in the seams. I want to hear you read it, I wish we could have that DnD session someday. Doesn't feel right to try it now. It.. I looked forward to it with you.

I hope youre ok Cupcake. I hope Darrell could keep the bakery and I hope Ame is doing well. What is she like, 15 now? Haha remember when you and me were conspiring over documentaries? Or all the barbie movies. Oh I miss Ostelkanny, I wonder what else you've thought up for that world, yknow? Tell me more about their gods, tell me more about Faina. You never told me how their story ends!

You never told me how it ends.

Is this how it ends..?

Not.. 10 years of friendship.. it can't just end with "happy birthday!" And then just....

Void.

It's.. too quiet here without you.

And silence hurts.

I miss you.

I love you.

Wherever you are, I love you.

I know this is futile.. My messages don't reach you anymore.

But still I cycle through hoping and grieving.

I just don't know.

I just want closure.

I cant close the book. I dont like this ending.

I want a different ending.

Is there one...?

Is there?

....

Please be okay. You promised to take care. ;-;

#liveblogging #grief #venting #grieving #cw #i am heartbroken #i cant find my friends #i just want them to be okay #i need closure so badly #friends #stuart #nyah #paul #please give me closure this is actually killing me

[arumin-arureruto]

Happy Birthday Eren (AOT college AU) 

Warnings: some nsfw, descriptions of making out and grinding, sexual language

word count: 3.3k

eren x female bodied reader

part 1 of this series

I can’t find the original artist for the picture above i’m so sorry

Finally, it was a long process but you’re finally done. After placing some strawberries on top to add a little flare you were finally done with Eren’s birthday cake. He was a sucker for tres leches cake. “Every year for every single one of my birthdays my mom has been making these for me, wack that this is the first year I won’t have a birthday at home.” He had told you a couple days earlier, Eren didn’t admit it but he got pretty homesick sometimes, so you decided to make him the tres leches cake as a nice surprise, you had texted Carla herself to ask for the recipe. You had woken up at 3am to start baking the cakes and make the frosting and whatever made it so moist. For your first time you would say it did turn out pretty good by your standards. You took a picture so you could send it to Carla, she had woken up at the same time as you to give you some guidance over facetime. Eren is a fairly heavy sleeper which comes in handy in situations like these. You looked at the clock and it was now 4:56 am and you were dead tired, time to go to bed. You did some light cleaning on the kitchen and headed back to your room. When you walked in you saw your cute boyfriend all snuggled up under the blankets, no longer with an arm sticking out where you were laying your head on earlier. You made sure to carefully and slowly get on to the bed and lift the covers and snuggle up to Eren. Thank god it was still spring break, if you had to get up in the morning to go to a lecture you would not have made it. 

The sound of rain, the soft and clean bedsheets combined with Eren’s warmth enveloped you in a deep sleep that felt like it went by in a second. It felt as if a couple minutes after your head hit the pillow it was already morning. Still dizzy with sleep, you decided to get up and check the time, 11:04. Technically you could sleep until 12 since that’s the time you and Eren usually wake up on days where you have no morning classes, but there was one more thing you wanted to do before he woke up. You once again carefully got out of bed, brushed your teeth and went to the kitchen and started making him breakfast. Usually Eren is the one in charge of breakfast for you both but this time you wanted to do it for him; you ended up making all his favorites, french toast, scrambled eggs, bacon and Trader Joe’s hash browns, and you paired all that up with a nice cup of mint tea. You went back to your room to wake Eren up. You got on the bed, leaned down and gave him a kiss on the cheek “happy birthday”. Nothing happened. You tried it one more time and he still wouldn’t budge, feeling impatient you decided to bite his shoulder, that worked.

- “What the hell l/n” 

- “Morning Yeager” 

He groaned and turned around, you did not put all that effort into making him breakfast for it to go cold. You decided to climb on top of him, with your legs on either side of his body, you leaned down to give him another kiss, this time on the lips. It was a long kiss, the type that makes your legs go weak. You cupped Eren’s face with your hands while his reached for your hips, very lightly moving you to grind on him, you could feel him slowly growing through his boxers and your thin underwear. You stopped the kiss 

“Happy birthday pretty boy”

“You can bet I'm happy right now” He said while he continued making you grind on him, the feeling of his growing cock sending shivers down your spine.

-“As much as I would love to do this right now I was hoping we could eat breakfast together, I made it just for you.” 

-“There’s something else I can eat too.” 

-”I made bacon” 

-”I’m getting up.” 

He lifted you up and carefully placed you back on the bed, before getting up he gave you one last kiss and whispered in your ear “We’re coming back to this, I want everyone in this building to know my name by the time I’m done with you.” It’s not even 10 am yet and he already has you a mess. You went to the kitchen table and had breakfast together. While Eren was putting the dishes away you got a confirmation text from Armin, saying that everything was ready for tonight and that he and Mikasa just needed help getting the food for the party. Good, you could find a way to go help them. As if reading your mind, Eren spoke up while washing the dishes “Wanna see if the gang wants to do something today? nice day to go to the beach” Fuck, it’s ok, everyone knows the plan. “Sure, text the groupchat.” 

-Hey do we wanna go to the beach? Nice weather today plus i’m in the mood to get fucked up

-Yeah man that sounds dope

-You can’t connie you’re helping me move the couch

-I don’t remember agreeing to help move a couch but I do remember agreeing to getting fucked up with Eren at the beach 🤷‍♂️

In the distance you heard a door slam, then a couple seconds another slam, which seemed to be coming from Connie’s dorm. 

-Nvm as Sasha stated we are moving the couch today 

-Sorry bro me and mikasa made a reservation at this restaurant downtown, maybe another day. 

-i got a term paper sry 

-too much hw 😢

More texts were popping up and all essentially had the same message, that everyone was too busy to hang out today. You knew Eren was sad, as much as he tried to hide it you could tell by the way he put his phone down and went to sit on the couch, it broke your heart that you were gonna have to make him even more sad. 

-“I know this isn’t a good time but I need to go to the library today to do some work.” you told Eren as you went to sit down with him. 

-“I was hoping we could do something special today” He said, rubbing your thigh. 

-”I know I'm sorry, I’m just flooded with homework.” 

-”During spring break?” Eren raised his eyebrow, eyes still trained where he was rubbing your thigh. 

Fuck. Think y/n. Think fast. 

-”Professor Smith is a psycho, assigned us a bunch of readings over break.” 

-”That sounds more like professor Ackerman” he laughed then continued speaking. “Speaking of Professor Ackerman, are him and Professor Smith a thing?” You kinda always wondered that. 

-”I don’t know actually, they seem so different from each other.” 

-”Opposites attract.” 

-”Fair enough, I’m gonna go shower and get ready to go to the library.”

-”Alright.” 

You got up from the couch and went to get ready. The plan was as soon as you got the food and drinks with Armin and Mikasa to just make up an excuse to get Eren to your floor’s common room where all your friends were to surprise him. Since you guys went to a smaller college your entire friend group somehow managed to end up on the same floor with Marco as your RA so it would be just you guys at Eren’s party. You showered, lathered yourself with lotion, did your makeup and put on an outfit nicer than you would usually wear to go study at the library, since you knew you probably wouldn't have time to get ready between getting the food and Eren’s surprise party you decided to just get ready know, he was definitely gonna be suspicious though. 

After you were done you grabbed your tote bag and a book so the lie seemed more believable. You went out to the living room where Eren was on the couch watching some anime he had just picked up on his laptop. He had earbuds in so you tried to leave as discreetly as possible. That didn’t work out very well. He caught you as you were putting on your shoes

“You look nice for the library.” He said looking at you. 

“Thanks.” Keep your head down and get out of there fast. 

“Hey why don’t I come with you, keep you company.” Fuck. He knows something is up, he has to, Eren is more perceptive than most people would expect him to be. Shit. Think. 

-“Probably best if you don’t, I really need to focus.” Good save. 

-“If you say so.” 

-”I’ll see you later, love you.” 

-”Be safe, I love you.” Eren said as you walked out the door. 

You closed the door and walked to the elevator. He definitely knows something is up, you aren’t a very good liar. It’s ok, it'll all be worth it in the end. You also need to print out your gift anyway so this is good. 

You met Armin and Mikasa by the parking lot. You probably should tell them Eren might suspect something. “Hey y/n!” they both beamed at you. “Hey guys, so kinda bad news, so, at the most Eren knows something is up and at the least he suspects it, just thought y’all should know.” You put your head down feeling slightly embarrassed. “Oh y/n don’t worry, when is Eren not suspicious of something” Mikasa put an arm around your shoulder, her eyes looking into yours made a little heat rise to your cheeks. She looks very pretty with her hair in 2 braids and dark lipstick. “Yeah y/n don’t worry it’s just Eren being Eren.” Armin added on. You guys got into Armin’s car and drove to go pick up pizza, drinks, and some other food. Some people had offered to bring snacks. You guys had kind of a crowd, since it was your entire friend group it would be you, Eren, Armin, Mikasa, Jean, Connie, Sasha, Marco, Annie, Ymiy, Historia, Berthold and Reiner, hence why Mikasa and Armin needed help to get all the food since it was 13 people in total. 

You decided to do most of your shopping at Costco, not only does it have almost everything you guys are gonna need, it also sells things in large portions for cheap. You picked up paper plates, cups, napkins, drinks, chips, ice cream and 5 boxes of pizza (Connie and Jean eat an entire box by themselves). While you guys were browsing you saw some free samples box wine, so naturally you went to try it. You showed your ID’s and each got a cup, when you were about to drink it some little kid bumped into Armin making him spill almost half of his wine on your shirt, now there was a medium sized wet spot around your chest area. You managed to get some of it off your cleavage but the wet spot was still on the shirt. Feeling mortified, you insisted it was okay and to not worry about it but Armin made you put on the flannel he was wearing so you could cover some of it, not much could be done about the smell but it wasn’t overpowering, only a tad noticeable if someone stepped too close to you. You finished shopping and loaded everything up into the car. Before going back to your dorm you made one more stop at Olive Garden to pick up 5 dozen breadsticks, another thing Eren was crazy about. Each dozen was 5$ so you decided to get a lot. After that you made one last stop at the library to print Eren’s birthday present. Then it was time to head back. Your job was to stall Eren for a little while the gang got everything set up in the common room, they just needed to set up the food since Ymir, Historia and Sasha were decorating while you were out. While you were getting out of the car you noticed you had 2 missed calls and 3 texts from Eren from 3:03 PM, it was now 5:58. 

-“Hey I know you said you needed to focus but I’m just stopping by to drop some lunch I made”

-”Maybe we could eat together?” 

Missed Call

-”Hey which library are you in?”

Missed Call

Fuck. Shit. It’s ok. It’s ok. You’ll fix this. You explained to Armin and Mikasa the situation and they told you to go to your room and that they’ll call Reiner, Jean and Annie to help bring things up to the common room and that they would text you when everything was ready. You got your bag from the car and bolted to your room. On the way there you made sure to take off Armin’s flannel and put it in your bag, easier to explain the stain than the flannel. You got your keys out and opened the door, when you walked in you noticed that as far as you could see the entire apartment was clean and tidy and Eren was sitting on the couch, reading a book. “Hey” you said, then got ignored. You took off your shoes and set your bag down, not really sure what to do, you went and sat at the couch with your boyfriend, who did not take his eyes off the book he was reading. “Hey” You repeated yourself, this time getting a small “Hey” as a response, Eren’s eyes still not shifting from his book. You schooched closer to him and put your hand on his thigh, then started running it up and down in slow motions. “How was your day love?” he stayed silent for a couple seconds then responded “I cleaned, I made (your favorite meal)” it’s ok y/n just keep him engaged maybe it’ll distract him from the anger he’s probably feeling. “Oh you did? That’s nice, what book is that?” This seems normal. “It’s that one you were talking about last week with Armin. I got it at the library when I went to drop off your lunch.” Fuck. He went quiet for what seemed like forever before setting the book down and speaking again. “Y/n where were you?” 

You can’t answer that, you can’t lie either, what would you even say? You decided not to say anything. You leaned forward and gave Eren a kiss, but he didn’t kiss you back. You grabbed his face and decided to move so you were straddling his lap, not once breaking the kiss. He smelled like eucalyptus and you could tell he had just gotten out of the shower by the way his hair felt damp. You moved your hands from cupping his face to wrap around his neck, taking in the feeling of his warm skin. You could feel him start to kiss you back and his hands slowly creeping up inside your shirt, feeling up your sides. You took this as a sign and started to grind on him, making his breath hitch. Then he stopped kissing you. “Why do you smell like wine?” You forgot about the incident earlier at Costco. You still remained quiet, not sure of what to say at all. Eren lifted you up from his lap and stood up, running a hand through his hair. “Where were you?” he looked at you for an answer, you stayed quiet. He stared at you for a couple more seconds and looked around the room, clearly distressed. He then spotted your bag and focused on something, you followed his eyes and saw he noticed a piece of fabric sticking out of your bag. He walked over and picked up the piece of fabric from the bag, it was a flannel, Armin’s flannel that he had let you borrow earlier after he accidentally spilled wine on you. You could tell Eren recognized the flannel, he looked at it then looked at you. “Armin? You were with Armin?” You had no choice, you had to say something. “Eren it’s not what you think-” “What I think is my girlfriend lied to me about where she was going, didn’t reply to my texts, came home smelling like wine, and has my best friend's flannel in her bag.” That did look really bad, you hoped everyone else would hurry up with getting everything ready, Eren spoke again “How could you guys do this to me and Annie? How could you do this to me? On my birthday? Seriously?” his voice was cold, he ran his hand through his hair again. Bzzz. You got a text. Finally, you checked your phone as discreetly as possible, it was a thumbs up emoji from Mikasa. “I know this looks horrible, trust me, I know. But I need you to come to the common room with me.” You said, would he even wanna come? “Why?” Fuck, please comply. “Please Eren, I promise it’s gonna make sense” You don’t know how, but he agreed, you both made your way down the hall to the common room.

When you got there it was complete darkness, then the lights flipped on and you heard “Surprise!” from all your friends. Eren looked like he saw a ghost, he stared at everyone trying to process what had just happened, then he laughed. “Oh god this makes a lot more sense.” Eren turned to you, leaned down, and kissed you “I’m so sorry my love.” “Shhh don’t worry, go talk to everyone, enjoy your birthday.”

The party went on from 6:30 till midnight. You went back to your room to get the cake from the fridge so you could sing happy birthday and debated whether or not to give Eren’s gift in public or in private, you settled to give it to him in private. You went back and you guys sand happy birthday, there was lots of talking, drinking and just fucking around. You and Armin explained what had happened and why you had his flannel, Eren just laughed. The night ended with all of you guys sitting in a circle, drinking and talking about anything under the sun, and Eren opening some of his presents. He got some weights from Reiner, a new pair of shoes from Connie, a hand knit blanket from Mikasa, manga from Armin, and a jacket from Historia, among other gifts from everyone else. After the festivities were over you headed back to your room, tired but still happy. You showered again and slipped into one of Eren’s shirts, before you went to bed you walked to the living room to get Eren’s gift out of your bag. When you walked into the room he was already in bed, looking at the pictures people were sending in the groupchat. When he heard you walking in he put his phone down and looked at you, gratitude clear in his eyes. You hid his gift behind your back and sat down next to him on the bed. He fixed himself on the bed and gave you a kiss, “Thank you, for making this happen.” You smiled, “I’m glad you liked it. Because there’s one more thing” Eren looked at you puzzled. You moved the paper from behind your back and handed them to him. They were plane tickets to europe. “You always talk about wanting to travel through Europe and wanting to see Greece, now you can. I bought 2 tickets for the summer.” He just looked at you again, in shock. You could tell your boyfriend truly had no words. He just tackled you and attacked you with kisses while you laughed. “Thank you, thank you so much” he said in between kisses, then he stopped to look at you. “You are one of the most important people in my life, seeing you happy is all that matters, I love you Eren.” He gave you one more kiss, this one was longer than the previous ones, “I love you y/n”.

A/N: HIIII IM BACK GUYS!!! GLAD TO ANNOUNCE THAT I AM BACK TO POSTING. ALSO LMK IF YOU WANT ME TO CONTINUE THIS COLLEGE AU SERIES.

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[cowboy-turtle]

For February fluff can I request #1 with the pilot of my heart Frankie Morales please?

AHH HI GERRI! Tysm for requesting! We started off February Fluff with Frankie and now we’re ending it with him ❤️

(even tho we blew past the original end date of Valentine’s Day, this ending on my birthday feels just as good)

Inspo credit for this one goes to the Frankie tummy fiend @letterfromvienna and this post

February Fluff Prompt #1: “You’re beautiful, you know that?”

Pairing: Frankie Morales x gn!Reader

Word Count: 685

Tags: established relationship, food mention, saccharine sweet fluff because what’s Frankie’s shirt made out of? Husband material

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Sundays were for baking. A time honored tradition where Frankie yielded full reign to you over the kitchen, countertops messy with family cookbooks and overfilled cooling racks and flour patches of rolling stations. It’s a peaceful little bubble you create every week, heart warmed by the patient love in each recipe and the pleased sounds your taste tester always provided.

Frankie was always more than happy reaping the rewards of your efforts, and you can’t help but have a little selfish honor that you’ve contributed to the soft tummy he’s developed over the years. He brings your leftover treats into work, pride coloring his smile when he gets to tell his colleagues that his wonderful partner handmade these.

He knows where to find you today, face streaked with flour and what you hope is only egg drying on your apron. You’re deep in focus measuring out powdered sugar, a rack of cookies cooling on the kitchen island that Frankie reaches for.

“Don’t have too many,” you say over your shoulder, “they’re for the neighbors.”

His mouth flounders like a fish to blow out the steam of the still-hot cookie, his voice muffled while he tries to chew quickly. “We have new neighbors?”

“No, the ones across the street,” you sigh. “Their kid’s in the hospital, poor thing. I’m hoping these will help a little.”

“Are they getting this banana bread too?”

You watch him inspect the walnuts and chocolate chips peeking out of the golden brown loaf, his eager hand skimming the edge of the countertop in wait for your answer.

You shake your head with a smile. “That’s for your grandma when we visit her this week.”

He nods, satisfied though disappointed at the untouchable reason, and glances over at the cake you still need to decorate, the cream cheese frosting still coming together in the mixer before you now. The whir of the mixing blades is almost silent, a top-of-the-line model Frankie gifted you last Christmas that made you squeal in delight. It was even better than the one you had your eye on, and he must have done incredible research to find it.

“And before you cut a slice of that, I’m bringing that to work with me tomorrow.” You watch the look on his face change. “It’s my coworker’s birthday and red velvet is her favorite.”

He doesn’t respond right away, still looking at all the desserts with a funny expression.

“Babe?” you call, and he slowly stares up at you.

You smile at him apologetically. “I’m sorry I didn’t make anything for us. When this next batch is in the oven I’ll make whatever you want, okay?” You wag the plastic spatula in your hand enticingly. “I’ll even let you lick the batter.”

He blinks, then shakes his head like he’s brushing off the faraway look he was just carrying.

“No, it’s not that,” he laughs.

He walks to your current station set up by the window, arms sliding around to hug your middle, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?”

You laugh. “I’m pretty sure I have frosting in my hair.”

His face shifts for him to plant a kiss on your cheek, stubble brushing along on your skin.

“You’re making all these things for other people to make their days better, and you’re worried I want something for myself?” He bites at your jaw playfully. “The only thing I want in here is you.”

You snort. “And maybe another cookie.”

“And maybe that,” he concedes. He rubs your hip affectionately. “Seriously, how did I get so lucky marrying you?”

Your heart melts at that, placing your spatula down to turn in his arms. You’re careful not to get your batter-dirtied fingers on him when your palms rest upon his neck, a slow kiss enveloping the two of you in a gentle embrace. You hum in contentment.

“Will you still feel lucky if I ask for your help cleaning up?”

His hands leave your waist as he steps away, an eager glint in his eye at the opportunity of being useful.

“Where do I start?”

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[o-pandora-o]

Baker MC: Giving Demon Bros a toilet paper cake

Photo below is an example of the said cake:

Credits to odditymall in pinterest

Scenario: You were busy all day in the kitchen, you promised that you were going to bake them a cake. Excited, they make a way to finish what they are doing in preparation to accept your first handmade good.

You put down a box, and as they open it they found a..... Toilet paper? How would the brothers react?

Lucifer:

Is this a j o k e?

Luci is now pissed because he sped up his work just to receive a cake that looks..... Weird?

"MC is this what you been doing on your free time? "

"Wah no, just try it!" you said. As you cut a slice of the toilet paper cake. The cake has chocolate, vanilla frosting mixed with devildom berries. You also gave him matching tea with it to complement the taste.

"I must say MC, this cake is exceptional. You almost might be in par with Barbatos"

Is lowkey proud that you can make good tasting and realistic cakes

Might ask for you to make and for him to bring on a meeting with Diavolo and make Barbatos feel rather insecure.

Mammon:

Poor Mammon is fooled by the cake

"MC, what the hell is this? You said you were going to give me a cake, not a toilet paper"

Stealth: 100

"Mammon it's a cake" you said.

"You can't fool me, MC. Now where is it?"

"Mammon the toilet paper is a cake" you tried to protest.

"Oh.. OH" Mammon was 1 0 0 % fooled by the cake.

"Y-Yeah I knew that! I was only fooling you. I-I Knew it the whole time!" he said as you rolled your eyes.

You gave him a slice of the chocolate and caramel cake and he was pleased.

He was very proud of his human

"Yo Mc this is good! Whaddya say if we can sell these for 5000 grim-"

"NO" you screamed.

Will mumble something in the lines of "bake me more cakes" and "I dont want my brothers tasting the cake"

Will brag you to whomever he sees while he got the cake "Thats right MY human made this and it's MINE"

Leviathan:

"LMAO, I know these types of cakes MC! I saw them on my feed on devilgram for quite some time."

"It's like in the current anime I was watching: The  Amateur Demon baker and his 101 ways in pranking the noble demon family by the use of baking"

You were quite disappointed to know he knows about it

"MC, are you sure you are going to give me this cake? I mean it looks very realistic and all but why me? I'm just a yucky, disgusting, ota-" you made him shut up by putting a piece of the chocolate with cookies and cream cake in his mouth.

He was speechless and you were getting a feeling that he did not like the taste of it.

"I'm sorry, did it taste bad? Ahhh sorry i won't give you another slice again." You got up while taking away the cake, and you suddenly hear him mumble.

"Hm?" you asked "MC IT TASTES SO GOOOOODDD!!!" He screamed while taking another bite of your cake.

"MC CAN YOU ALSO MAKE RURI-CHAN COOKIES?"

Will post your creation every single time you make him one. Proud of you but would not admit because he is shy.

Satan:

Just Why?

"Are you perhaps pranking me, MC?" he said as he looks with disgust, confusion and several other emotions plastered in his face

"No! I just wanna see your reaction, thats all..." you said as you brewed the coffee that comes with the cake

He was actually surprised that you can make as realistic as a.... Toilet paper

Cue the thoughts if he could ask you to make a cat cake too

As he took a bite of the chocolate cake, his eyes widens, and said "MC this is as good as Madam Screams, since when did you learn to bake?"

"Ah its been a while, but I have a lot to go for sure" you sheepishly replied

Is very impressed of you

Will brag you to lucifer on the next meal you are together

Will ask for realistic cakes as a method of pranking lucifer

He will secretly refer you to Madam Screams or a similar known bakery if you needed a part time job

Asmodeus:

"Ehhh? This is a cake, MC? It's so realistic!!!"

He was so impressed however,

"But why toilet paper? You could've made make up cake! Or even a copy of my beautiful face! But who does want to cut up my beautiful face?" he said as he took pictures of the toilet paper cake.

"Pffft" you replied while you slice the strawberry cake

He asked if you could feed him instead

"Wow! MC this is extraordinary, I like how the strawberry goes with the filling and the cake itself"

"But you know MC, it kinda misses something"

"Hmmm? What is it?" you asked

"You" he said

"Asmo nO-" you said as he tried to kiss you but then Levi barges in looking for you "Ugh. Normies!"

Asmo is actually proud of you and will tend to post in devilgram every time you bake him something

Asks often if you can make make up cake for his birthday

Beelzebub:

A bit sus of the cake

"Are u sure this is edible, MC?"

"Yes, I'm sure it is edible. I made it, why?" you replied

"I tried eating this before and I got scolded by Lucifer because there were no toilet papers left."

"I- Well try it! This time it is really edible" you said as you were slicing a piece and giving it to him

The cake you made was a chocolate overload cake with different chocolate layers

Beel's eyes sparkled at the taste of it, and next thing you knew the cake was gone.

"MC it's so good make me moreeeeee" he said

"Ehhh? Next time Beely, I'll make you different flavors and designs!" you replied

He is very impressed and will always eat whatever you bake, including his brothers share

The next day he saw a toilet paper in the kitchen counter and bit it, thinking it was a cake, but it wasn't. Poor beel.

Belphie:

Heads up: you woke him up while holding a box of cake and he opens it.

"What the - what is this?" he asked

"Ehhhh? It's a cake belphie! C'mon try it!" you replied, you feed him a piece of a double dutch cake with chocolate filling

"Hmm it's actually good, feed me more MC~" he cooed as you continue to feed him.

It was not long till beel came looking for belphie, "there you are bel-" beel said as he stared at the cake

"haha beel stop drooling, Mc you can give him the rest"

You gave beel the rest and he ate it 2 seconds flat

Belphie brags at dinner how good the cake you made

Will always get seconds of it, if beel is not around that is

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[1plus1kiyoomi]

Sakusa’s Best Gift

: fluff, domestic, dad!sakusa, dad!sakusa

a/n: happy birthday to my mans!! 🥳❤️

Sakusa sighs heavily as he slings the bag over his shoulder. He glances at his watch and frowns. It’s 30 minutes after 10PM. He only has an hour and a half left to celebrate his birthday. If it wasn’t for the damn training that took over his whole day, he would have spent his day with you and your daughter.

Sakusa never even liked celebrating, but your daughter was so excited about his birthday. She rambled all night about how she would make it the happiest birthday of his life. She even planned a surprise for him, which he knows all about, because the child wasn’t particularly good at whispering and keeping secrets.

Sakusa knows about the cake your daughter iced herself. He knows about the dried peaches that she made for him. He knows about the card she wrote for him. But her plans are all ruined because of a training he could have skipped, but he didn’t want to. He regrets making that choice.

After a quick drive to your house, Sakusa checks the time before getting out of his car. A little over 11PM. It’s still his birthday. He silently wishes that you are still awake so at least he can spend the remaining time of his day with you. He enters the house and sees how dark the hallway is, the only light provided is the one from the kitchen.

“They must be asleep...” Sakusa frowns. He stalks to your room and finds your sleeping figure tucked under the bed. He drops his bag on the floor quietly before sitting on the foam. He pulls his mask down and plants a kiss on your forehead, mouthing a soft ‘I love you.’

The athlete changes into his pajamas and just when he’s about to join you in bed, the door opens.

“Papa?” A small voice speaks and the door opens wider. Sakusa smiles at sight. His little girl in a black Jackal pajama set, that was specially made for her given by the team. Her small hand rubs on her eye, the other clutching on her her fuzzy blanket.

Sakusa walks over to her and tries to pick her up, but she avoids his hold and gets out of the room. He follows after her small figure. “Hey, baby. Why are you still awake?”

She goes to the kitchen and pulls the fridge handle with all her might, the blanket pooling on her ankles. Sakusa watches her in confusion and amusement. The refrigerator door finally opens and she points at a box. She looks up to him with dog eyes. “Papa, help...”

“Oh, sorry,” Sakusa chuckles. He was so amused of her actions he forgot to help her. He takes the box from her and places it on the dining table. “What’s this?”

“Don’t open it yet!” Your daughter scolds. She runs out of the kitchen and ventures back to her room. Not long after, the small girl comes back quickly with a big box in her arms. She checks on the digital wall clock and sighs in relief.

“What’s that?” Sakusa asks her and she climbs on the dining chair, the box she was bringing now on the table.

“Happy birthday, papa!” She cheers, taking the lid off the first box. There’s a cake inside covered by pink icing and topped by sliced peaches, a lot of sprinkles too. “I love you!”

Sakusa hugs her tightly, lowering his body to kiss her cheek. “Thank you, baby. I love you too.”

“I waited for you to come home!” She proudly tells him, hugging him back. “I made you a gift! Open it! Open it!” He opens the gift as she says. It’s a scrapbook with a bracelet that he can tell she made herself from the mismatched beads. There’s also a bottle of alcohol that is designed with car and rainbow stickers. A

“I like it. Thank you.” He smiles at her, and she returns the favor, flashing her small pearly teeth at Sakusa. “Let’s go to sleep. It’s late.”

“No! No! It’s still your birthday. We have to celebrate it until that clock turns 1 and 2!” His daughter argues, pointing at the clock.

“We can celebrate it tomorrow.” He picks her up from the chair despite her whines, but she eventually gives in to her sleepiness. As the father and daughter reach your shared bedroom, she’s already fast asleep, too fast for someone who was jumping like a bunny a few seconds ago.

“Omi?” You sit up from the bed, hand slowly rubbing on your eye. Sakusa can not help but smile. You and your daughter act way too much similarly. No wonder why he loves her the way he loves you.

Sakusa lays your daughter in the middle of the bed before slowly pushing your should back down to the bed. “Go back sleep.”

“But your birthd-”

“Shh... no wonder why our daughter is so excited about my birthday. We can celebrate it tomorrow.” He pecks you on your lips and you nod, wrapping your arms around your child before closing your eyes and drifting back to sleep.

After making sure that the two of you are asleep, Sakusa gets out of the room to put back the boxes on the table back to its proper places. He puts the cake box back into the fridge first, after snapping a photo of course. He would never forget to take a picture of his daughter’s masterpiece.

Out of curiosity, Sakusa picks up the scrapbook and flips through it. It’s just pictures of him when he was a child up to now. He takes a mental note to call his mother, because other than her who else would give you access to such embarrassing pictures? He stops on a page, seeing his baby picture with his parents, and a small note you wrote at the side.

Don’t forget to thank your parents for giving life to you. Because I surely am thankful to them for giving birth to you. ❤️

Sakusa lets out a snicker. “So cheesy.” He smiles at your note nonetheless. On the next page was him as a baby and your daughter months after her birth. The resemblance is uncanny. She surely is her daughter. He laughs at your written note at the side.

I carry her for nine months and go through so much pain to push her out, but she still ended up looking like you! That’s so unfair! But it’s okay as well. At least I get to see a little you everyday.

He stops on a page with a picture of only the two of you back in high school. Sakusa is sure that the picture was taken during his 18th birthday. In the photo, he was holding on to a cake you baked, while you were hugging him by the waist. He never understood what was so happy about birthdays until that day. He doesn’t forget to read the note.

Your first birthday that we spent together. Komori and I had a hard time planning it because you didn’t want to celebrate it, but we know you had a great time that day. And we did it for the first time that day 😳

Sakusa chokes at his own saliva after reading the last sentence. He clears his throat and continues to skim through the book. At the very last page is a picture of the three of you together. It’s a simple picture but it’s Sakusa’s favorite. The three of you were in bed, your daughter’s arms wrapped around his neck, while you are seated between his legs. One of his hands was on your growing belly, and the other is on the back of your daughter’s back. The note on the side undoubtedly makes his heart swell in happiness and his lips curl into a big smile.

Thank you for being born in this world.

And below your handwriting is your daughter’s.

We love you so much.

Before the clock strikes 12, he opens his phone and posts a picture of you and your daughter in his Instagram, his first ever post in his account. He’s a private person, but everyone deserves to see the two of you— the best gift ever given to him.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #hq x reader #sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #haikyuu sakusa #hq imagines #sakusa kiyoomi fluff #sakusa scenarios #sakusa imagines #sakusa fluff

[mrs-johansson]

Chapter 3: Dark Phoenix I - Goddess of Fire

Part 1:

“Why are you running so fast, we’re supposed to be jogging?” I panted as Natasha picked up her pace, leaving my side, running in front of me. “Gotta keep up, love,” she looked back over her shoulder blowing a kiss before taking off, sprinting back to the house. “You’re not playing fair,” I yelled after her before following the redhead.

Opened the front door heaving, whipping the sweat drops off of my forehead. “Crazy woman, she does this every single ti-“ Suddenly I was brought in an embrace from behind, warm body colliding with mine. “Oh gosh,” I closed my eyes and leaned back on her shoulder, trying to slow my heart down. “You okay?” Nat chuckled, her arms secure around my torso. “Mhm… great.” “Let’s have breakfast then we can start decorating.” She left a kiss on my cheek before moving past me, pulling me by my hand to the kitchen.

After breakfast, I forced Natasha to wear a Christmas sweater that I bought not long ago. “But you have to wear it,” I said, shoving the clothing item into her hands. “But it’s ugly,” she viewed the design, glancing back at me. “That’s the point. It’s an ugly Christmas sweater.” “Why would I want to wear an ugly sweater?” She raised an eyebrow and I sighed. “Just put it on, for me, please.”

And she did. We unpacked our new Christmas decorations and started dressing up the house for the festive season.

Throughout December, we were hunting for gifts mostly. As our first Christmas together we decided it’ll be best if we spend it together, alone at home. But we’ll be visiting the Bartons on the 24th, exchanging gifts, and having dinner together. On the 25th Natasha and I will be home, in Atlanta which we decided to have as a second option house. We’ve been talking about getting a place together in New York or Natasha moving in with me, but nothing is sure yet. And on the 26th we’re gonna fly back to New York to my dad and Pepper.

And of course, we celebrate Natasha’s birthday on the 3rd. I baked her a cake, Clint came over with Laura and the kids, Steve came by and so did Dad with Pepper. Fury sent her a card, which was signed by Maria too. I got her a necklace with her birthstone, which is Blue Topaz, I tried to find a very subtle piece so she can wear it to anything.

***

Christmas was quick to arrive. Natasha just put the last gift in the car while I covered the dish we made not long ago. “Ready to go?” The redhead walked back into the house, one arm sneaking around my waist. “Yes, let me grab my coat and we can leave.”

On the way, soft festive music was playing in the background as we passed the huge fields covered in frost. “Do you always spend the holidays with Clint?” I turned to look at the driving Natasha, softly stroking the top of her hand that was laying in my lap. “I don’t have anywhere else to be so, yeah. But I love it, it’s always a great time. And now I have you,” she brought our intertwined hands to her lips, giving a peck on my skin. “You sure do.”

***

“Come on, open it,” Clint nudged Natasha’s shoulder as a big box was laying in front of her. Clint has told me about his ideas about Nat’s gifts for Christmas but I don’t know what he’s settled for so it’s a surprise to me too.

Natasha started to rip the wrapping paper off of the box, soon revealing a white case. “What’s this?” She looked up, Clint just smiling at her. He assured her to open it and she did so. “Oh wow,” I gasped quietly at the sight of the bow. It was beautiful, black with some leather parts. I saw Natasha’s face light up, she was happy. Her eyes were sparkly and had a smile on her face. “Thank you,” she said softly, bringing Clint in a hug. “I could teach you some tricks sometimes.” “I’d like that, thank you, Clint”

“Y/n it’s your turn,” Laura said and I got up, getting her gift first, which was a cookbook that we talked about not long ago and a wellness weekend for two. Laura has been bragging about wanting to get away with only Clint just for a little and Nat and I thought they could use some time alone, while we watch the kids. “It’s from both Nat and me,” glanced at Natasha who was smiling, looking between Laura and me. “Oh wow, thank you. Honey, look at this,” the woman lifted the envelope in front of Clint, him observing the papers. “And now that we’re here, this is your Barton,” I handed him a little box and he glanced up at me as he opened it. “New hearing aids, I noticed your current one is not the best so I made one myself. It’s very subtle and picks up sound very well. There are two pairs, in case you’d lose them,” I explained sitting back next to Natasha, her hand immediately finding mine. “This is amazing. The contemporaries are crap. I needed these, thank you,” he smiled nicely and I nodded with a quiet ‘you’re welcome’.

Nat and I decided to exchange presents tomorrow, once we got back home and we were on our own. It’s our first Christmas together and I wanted to make the most out of it.

We all had dinner and watched some Christmas movies in the living room. Kids laying around the floor or sometimes moving up to next to their parents, while Nat and I were cuddled up on the longer side of the sofa. “I love this,” she whispered, as my back was pressed to her chest, her head laying on my shoulder. “What?” “My family and these peaceful moments.” My heart swelled at her words. Her family. “Me too, love.” I held onto her arms which were securely wrapped around me.

When it became late, we said goodbye before the kids went to bed. Once we made our way home, I flipped through the pages of the new book that I got from Laura. “What book is that?” Natasha asked. “One day in the life of Ivan Denisovich. It’s about a Soviet labor camp inmate. Based on Solzhenitsyn’s, the writer’s, personal experience as one of those prisoners, this book is authentic, full of rich detail, and devoid of sentimentality, which intensifies its powerful emotional impact. I’ve been dying to get this. Laura and I talked about it and she got me a Russian copy. I might start reading it today, this makes me very curious,” I explained. “Seems interesting.” “It is.”

***

“Can I start?” I crossed my legs, wrapping the blanket better around myself. “Go ahead,” Tasha smiled softly, her hands resting on my knees.

At first, I gave her the smaller gifts, for example, books, a pair of new combat boots which she’s been bragging about for a while, and a couple more things. “Can I give you yours?” She looked up and smiled naively. “Oh, there’s one more. Stay here,” I stood up, running down into my lab and bringing up the box. “What is that?” One of her perfectly plucked eyebrows shot up, a curious look in her orbs. “So, I’ve been working on this for some time, and I think you’re going to like it.” I placed the case on the coffee table and turned back to my girlfriend. “It opens with your fingerprint,” I motioned at the little scanner which was glowing. “This looks very serious…” she mumbled while moving to the side of the sofa, the blanket falling from her bare legs. Slowly she put her finger against the scanner and the case opened, she glanced at me as I was standing there on the edge of my nerves, way too excited for her to see the gift. “You’re adorable,” she smiled at me, feeling the heat creeping up my neck to my cheeks.

Natasha slowly lifted the top off the case and revealed a black circle thingy with the Black Widow symbol on it with red. She took it between her hands, turning it around and analyzing it with her eyes. “It’s an armory vest. You put it over your suit and it’s like a bulletproof vest just much better and goes on your sleeves. Builds itself around your abdomen, and your arms. I’ve made it a very flexible material so any kind of movements are easy to do in it. Also fire- and bulletproof. There’s a heating sensor built in it and under a specific temperature, it activates itself. And also connected with Drew, just in case I need to know if you’re okay.” I explained nervously as she held the small device in her hands, she put it back in the case and quickly got on her feet, wrapping her arms around me and squeezing my body tightly. “Thank you, baby. This is probably the most thoughtful gift I’ve ever gotten. Thank you for taking care of me,” her soft words made me a little emotional not gonna lie. Since I’ve known Natasha, it was hard for her to accept love and let people take care of her, and the fact that she has let me in makes my heart swell. “Always, baby.”

Just after that Natasha gave me my gifts. A lot of books, some new sweatshirts since we usually share those and we have barely any left. I also got the DVD collection of the James Bond movies that have been made before. “You actually got it? I didn’t know they sell it like this.” The college of the different actors who played James Bond decorated the cover with all the different titles written on the side. “They don’t. I actually got a little help from your dad, with the design and all.” “You did?” She nodded.

After some more stuff, she got up and walked to our room then came back with something behind her back. “Okay, your last gift.” She picked up a small black box, perfect fitting in her hand. I looked from her hand to her face, her eyes kept on me with a nervous look in them,

lips sucked in. I took the little box and saw from the corner of my eyes Natasha’s fidgeting hands. I grabbed onto one of them and gave a kiss onto the soft skin.

With one of our hands still folded together, I opened the box slowly and it revealed a single key with a note attached to the inside of the box. I placed the box onto the couch and took out the note, glancing up at Nat, her expression still hasn’t changed. Turned back to the piece of paper and read the words.

Move in with me?

I quickly looked up at the redhead with a huge grin spread on my face. “For real?” I blurted out and she nodded shyly. With one swift motion, I pulled her into me, the box falling off the sofa.

My hands cupping her soft face, Natasha’s arms wrapped around my torso. “I would love to move in with you.” Her cheeks flushed, curling into a ball like always when she smiles with her lips sealed. “Good, because I’ve already bought the place.” Moving into her lap, one leg on each side of hers. Soft hands caressed my thighs which were covered by our matching Christmas-themed pajama pants. “You did? In New York?” “Yea, not far from the tower a nice penthouse with 3 bedrooms and 3 bathrooms, a big kitchen for you, with marble countertops. And has the best view of the city. It’s totally unfurnished so when we go back, maybe we could already start with the interior design. If you want, of course.”

I kept on caressing the skin of the side of her neck, sometimes a red hairbreadth or one of Tasha’s ear piercings tickling my fingers. Her sage green eyes kept looking between mines, waiting for an answer.

“I swear I couldn’t love you more than I do now, and yet I’m certain I will tomorrow. I know it’s still hard for you to believe it but just know that I’ll be by your side to remind you that I love you, Nat. Here or in our place in New York.” By then our faces were inches away. The feeling of her warm breath caressing my skin. “Thank you,” a soft whisper left her mouth and connected her lips with mine. Hands coming up to my waist, hauling me close. Wrapped my arms around her neck, soaking in the idyllic moment.

“Ms. Stark, you have a new message.” Just as things would have gotten heated, Jarvis’s voice interrupted us. I pulled back with a sigh, letting my head fall back. “What is it?” “Thor Odinson has sent you a letter from Asgard, would you like me to share it?” “Sure.”

“Hello, Lady Y/n! I’m glad to inform you that I have found more formation for your research. I consulted with mother and she was willing to share all the knowledge about you.

As I mentioned before, I saw you in books, like my brother. And that’s because you are indeed my sister. Stark, the old one, not you, of course, has met with my mother once she visited your Earth. They shared a night of passion and that’s how you were made. In the chronicles, there wasn’t anything mentioned of your other parent other than it was a human, and that’s why you were only gifted with powers long after your birth. But they’re still not fully complete. The only way your powers will be total is a force as big as the explosion was when you were a child.

I consulted with your father and he said you will be back in New York soon. I’ve sent some books there, about you. I hope you will have all the questions answered, my sister, The Goddess of Fire.

With love,

Thor Son of Odin”

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[blissfulparker]

Sugar and Spice Pt.1→Dad!Mob!Tom

Parings: single!dad!tom x baker!reader

Warnings: none yet! Mafia!Au so future mention of guns, death, drinking, sex, smoking

Summary: Tom is one of the youngest Mobsters known to London, youngest and most successful he seems perfect to people, feared by people. But his deepest secret is that he’s been raising a son all by himself. No one to be with since the birth of his son until he walks into the small bakery last minute for his sons birthday and meets you.

A/n; so obviously this is more of a part one to a series(I know I always start series and then get really distracted with life) but I wanted a fresh idea and a fresh fic to start off the new year. I love mob!tom and I love dad!tom and I was hoping I could mix the two💗💗(also I have no idea how to do read more on mobile I’m so sorry😭)

Secrets. Everyone had secrets. Tom Holland, one of London’s richest, youngest, most successful mobsters, Had a son.

He had a beautiful boy named Riley, he raised him with only the help of his best friend and brothers. He was the smartest little boy he knew, charming and innocent. A little boy who didn’t know any of the dangers of the world just yet.

That was his secret. At age 20 he was rushed into life with the beautiful boy and one of the most stressful and dangerous jobs to manage. He did everything he could for the boy, it was always his boy before his work. Stressful days where he could put a bullet into anyone who walked in on him turned better when his son came home from school with stories.

It had been six years since his little secret was born and it was his best and hardest secret to keep.

And now he had forgotten his sons birthday cake. He was turning six years old today and Tom promised the best Spider-Man cake with iron man, hulk, all of the avengers in the flavor chocolate. Now he had to find a baker that could do all of that in the time span of six hours.

After endless calls, endless hunting, he found a small bakery in the smallest corner of London that was willing to make his son's wild fantasy come true on his special day.

Suit and all, rushed from work, Tom had walked into the small bakery. Ready to pick up the birthday cake and make his sons birthday the best one.

He was greeted with the smell of sugary frosting and warm baked goods. A career so diffrent from his as he was a man with blood on his hands and the people working here were the ones with the flour.

“Can I help you?” Your voice is soft and takes him by surprise. Not the voice of the older women he spoke with on the phone.

You’re covered in flour, chocolate frosting wiped on your apron and you rinse your hands in the sink. But you have a soft face, one that calms him just by looking at. As if you never saw a day of anger, of pain, of anything. You were simply a poem he wanted to read.

It takes him a minute to come back. He hadn’t gotten with anyone seriously since the birth of his son. Overwhelmed with his work and his son, he also had feared the idea of no women being good enough for his son.

Although his son longed for a mother, he could tell. He could tell the stories at bedtime weren’t as good as if it were a mother’s, every Mother’s Day was missed and he knows deep down that every nightmare would be better if he was cuddled up in a mother’s arms. Tom could give him everything except a mother.

“I’m here to pick up a cake.” He clears his throat. You notice the watch, the expensive suit and his scent, a deep wood, an expensive scent. He had money yet of all the bakeries he chose it was the nearly dying one. “It’s Uh, it’s my sons birthday and I’m here to pick up the cake. My name is Tom. I spoke on the phone earlier...with someone…” he stuttered nervously as if you might not have it ready. Laughing softly you find his order on the computer. Even your laugh was angelic.

“Sophie? The older women?” You ask and he nods.

“Yes, yes!” He didn’t know why he was nervous, awkward even. He shoved his hands in his pocket to keep calm.

“Avengers cake…” you look up at the man and he has a red tint to his cheek.

“My son, he’s turning six.” He didn’t spark you to have a dad look, you had seen fathers come in and out of this bakery. Most of the men in their 40s and stressed over possibly a my little pony cake or cookies for a last minute club meeting to make their kid smile. Most fathers had the same look though, tired and worn out in possibly old sneakers and a wrinkled shirt. This man had a different look.

“Ahh,” you search for a ring but don’t see one. A single, young dad who looks to have everything together. A book. He looked like a character from a book. “I’ll be right back with that.” You smiled before turning to the back. Leaving the man alone, in the lobby of the bakery.

“Quite the last minute cake.” You came out with the large cake done beautifully. Done with red and blue frosting and on top was all the small figurines that you had to search for. But nonetheless, it was gorgeous.

“Your wife must be lucky to have a man willing to run out and surprise their kid so last minute.” You sparked the conversation in hopes that you would see if the man is single or not.

“Oh, no, just myself.” He pulls out his card ready to swipe and you press down on your lips. Maybe he didn’t want a girlfriend, he was young but he looked to have his hands full with a six year old and a clearly good job.

“Well, then he’s lucky to have such a great father.” You tell. He tries to hide his red tinted cheeks again but you notice.

“Your boyfriend must be lucky to have someone who must always smell like cakes.” He flirted back.

For the first time in years, Tom had flirted back with a girl without the intentions of sex. He flirted back without needing a drink in his hands and to be at a bar. He flirted back not hiding that he had a son at home that could potentially turn away a girl looking for fun.He flirted back as just himself. And so far you had seemed to like that.

“No boy.” You laugh softly.

Your eyes flicker and stare into his. They are light brown, light brown laced with a sort of mystery. A light brown laced with charm, lust and a secret.

“Well then,” was all he could think of. His game was off, he’s realized that. The dangerous mobster got nervous around you.

“Well then.” You repeated.

It’s a mistake. He will be making a mistake if he falls for you. The mistake of ruining your life as he doesn’t know how far he could go protecting the ones he loves. Riley’s life was in danger every day and he hated that, he hated the women he once loved for leaving him all alone but was also given the best gift of a son.

Although the nappies and endless nights of screaming were hard, he would do anything to protect his son. And if he were to find the future mother of his son, he would do anything to protect her but her life would be just as risk as his.

Maybe it would be you making the mistake. He would be selfish to go after you.

“I hope your Riley has a happy birthday.” You say and he’s taken aback. He doesn’t know how you know it until he looks down and written in black frosting in cursive is ‘Happy birthday Riley’.

“Well, with the best decorated cake i think I have ever seen in my life, I’m sure he will not forget this birthday. I might not either.” He smiles at you one last time and you look down trying to hide the burning smile that wanted to spread across your face.

Once he leaves the building you turn and rub your hands over your face, finally letting yourself grow a smile that has been hiding the entire time.

For the first time in awhile, a man has made you smile.

-

“Happy birthday to you.”

Smoke from the candles filled the room. Six years, Tom had offically spent six years of his life raising his son. Being a single father as well as the youngest Mobster, Tom had his struggles.

“A girl at the bakery?” Harrison, Toms best friend, smirked as the two of them washed up dishes while the kids played in the backyard after eating their cake.

“It’s nothing Haz. I’m busy, remember?” He scrubbed too hard at the plate as he placed in into the dishwasher.

For a man who had maids most days, he wanted it to just be family and friends in the house on his sons birthday.

“Yeah. But Riley isn’t.” He commented looking over to the boy who laughed with his friends from school he had invited to celebrate the special day.

With a silent sigh and a stubborn mindset, Harrison was right. Tom was busy but Riley was a child who needed a mother.

“See? I’m right. Once again. Why don’t you go back and get your number so you can get your dick-“ his best friend started but Tom didn’t want to hear the rest of it. Rolling his eyes and turning off the water, he walks over the ruined cake and places it on the counter.

No words leave Toms mouth and Harrison lets out a sigh. Coming over to his best friend, his best friend who seemed to have the world on his shoulders only at the age of 25.

“Tom, this isn’t just about Riley. This is about you as well. This is about you finding someone and finally having some peace because your life right now is simply just working and at the end of the day being a father. Sooner or later, Riley will realize his dad is always locked up in his office and maybe a women can change some things.” Harrison placed his hand on his shoulder before walking off.

“Daddy!” He hears the excitement of his sons voice come into the room.

“Hey Bubs!” He lifts up the boy. He plants a kiss on his cheek and he holds his new Spider-Man toy in hand.

“Can Jasper sleep over? He says he has a Spider-Man too and that we can play together. Can he please?” He pleads. For Riley, Harrison’s words echo in his head about the women.

Tom sighs, if he had a mother who wasn’t apart of a mafia like him. He would simply not have to deny his boy sleepovers and simple things.

“Sure.” He sighs thinking of how he will have to move his 8am meeting to the afternoon.

His best friend was right. He needed someone and maybe that someone would be you. Maybe he should for once take the leap and go for you.

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[blogger-yura]

Entry #27 Oct 23rd '21

#YurasLife #DailyYura #SweetSaturday #Food #Cooking #Recipes

𝐃𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐘𝐮𝐫𝐚 - 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐬 (Carrot cake)

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Hello hello my beautiful muffins~. Happy Saturday! Wow, I don't think I've ever actually posted on a Saturday, have I? It feels so surreal somehow hahaha! I just missed everyone so much!How is the weekend treating you? Are you guys having fun? Or alternatively are you guys relaxing and recovering from a busy week? Whatever it is, I hope you enjoy today and take good care of yourselves! Do something nice for yourself, would you? Treat yourself to something you like. You deserve it for working so hard!

Ah you might be wondering why am I posting food if its not Friday too, aren't you? Well, I've been away for so long! I just want to make up a little to you guys and everyone likes a nice recipe from time to time~ Plus this is such a good cake for autumn! Don't you agree? I made some carrot cake again the other day for a friend's birthday and I just thought it'd be nice to share it with you guys ♡ So you can try it out whenever you feel like it!

I've been trying out lots of new recipes lately, I told you this! So of course I want to share some of my favorites so far and hopefully we still have a lot more autumn days for me to show off my cooking and baking skills hahaha! I hope you guys try it out and enjoy it~.

Prep: 25/40min - Cook: 40min - Level: Super easy! - Makes: aprox 9 portions

Ingredients-

▪400gr (3) Carrots ▪ 2-3 Eggs ▪ 150ml Vegetable Oil

▪250gr Sugar (mixed if possible)▪ 225gr Self rising flour

▪Orange/Lemon

Optional:

▪Waluts, pecans, raisins...

▪ Spices (cinammon, nutmeg, ginger...)

Steps-

1- As always, our first step will be preheating the oven! Very important step, no one wants to wait longer than needed when cooking!

2- While the oven heats up, we're gonna get started with preparing our ingredients! We're going to shred our carrots and a small amout of orange/lemon. If you've decided to add anything like nuts or alike to the mix, get started on chopping if needed too!

Shredding carrots takes longer by hand, obviously, so if you have a food processor with a shredder attachment that'll be faster and save you the orange hands aftermath. Also, keep in mind carrot cake has bits of carrot in it, obviously! If you don't really like munching on it, try to use the smallest size you can get when shredding!

3- As I said before, this is an extremely easy recipe! Once the ingredients are ready, all we have left to do is mix them all! Remember to always mix dry and wet ingredients separately to begin with and add your carrots last! You can decide whether you'd like to prepare the carrots with the spices first or add them in the mix too. I personally like preparing the carrots on the side and add just some cinammon to the flour mix.

5- Once you've added the carrots and mixed it all together, yes, it's butter time! As always, make sure to butter your trays, pans, or molds properly! Otherwise your cake will stick! You can always use some parchment paper too, as it'll help take the cake out of the mold once cold!

6- We're going to bake our carrot cake for around 40 minutes at 330-350°F or your ovens lowest setting. Carrot cake is SUCH a delicate cake, if overcooked it'll dry out too fast! Make sure to cook just until it's baked through and not longer "just in case"!

I like to decorate my carrot cakes with cream cheese frosting and flavor it with some citric sometimes! Do you like cream cheese frosting? Basic buttercream is so good too, though! Icing is a bit harder, carrot cake is already so sweet! But paired with a nice citric icing it can be wonderful too!

What was the greatest carrot cake you've tasted? Have you ever tried making some before? Let me know on the rbs! I'd love to try out some new places too (^-^)

This is it for today my angels! Take good care and enjoy your weekend to the fullest, whether it means partying hard or sleeping 12 hours straight! Ok then! I'll see you around~ -Yura ♡

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[fontegagrilledcheese]

Dumbasses in Quarantine

This is my Bog Exchange fic! I finally finished! This is for the lovely @herostag I hope they like it!

Special thanks to Dani and Doug for beating my grammar with a stick. Ily <3

This is 2.9K words of idiots being idiots during the plague. Just pure fluff, no CW here. Modern Au.

1. Geralt had finally had enough of Jaskier complaining about all the takeout they had been consuming since everything had gone on lockdown, so here he was, watching a pot of noodles cook while Jaskier was in the living room weeding his island in Animal Crossing for the third time that week. He stirs the spaghetti around before grabbing a second pot and the jar of pasta sauce that he had bought at some point in the last few years. Geralt pours the sauce into the pot, throws some Italian seasoning in and hmms at the consistency before ladling some pasta water into the sauce to thin it out slightly. “Dinner’s almost ready” Geralt softly calls to Jaskier before going back to his noodles, fishing one out to check the doneness. Geralt bites into it and makes a face at the sweetness as Jaskier walks into the kitchen.

 “Everything all right there?” Jaskier inquires, coming over to look into the pots on the stove. 

“Hmmm, I think so. Taste this?” Geralt fishes another noodle out to hand over to Jaskier, who eats it with a hum. 

“That doesn’t taste right,” Jaskier says thoughtfully. “But I don't know enough about cooking to dispute it.” 

Geralt hums again, “Think it will be fine?” 

Jaskier just shrugs and goes to set the table, leaving Geralt to finish putting the meal together. Geralt tilts his head at the pots on the stove before pulling out his phone to text  Eskel ‘is pasta supposed to be sweet when cooking?’

While waiting for a reply, Geralt drains the noodles and dumps them into the sauce to stir them in before his phone rings with a call from Eskel. 

“You tried a noodle and it tasted sweet?”

“Yeah, is it supposed to be like that?”

There is a moment of silence where Lambert can be heard laughing in the background before Eskel replies, “Are you sure you put salt in the water?”

“Yeah, poured a bunch of salt in there like you said to.”

Eskel hums, “Are you sure it wasn't sugar? Did you make sure to taste it first?”

The silence on Geralt's side is telling, and Lambert can be heard dying in the background. 

“Thanks Eskel,” Geralt says before hanging up and staring down at the pot of sugared spaghetti. 

“Hey Jask, how do you feel about getting takeout again?”

Jaskier sighs, “What happened?”

Geralt blushes “I… I may have put sugar in the water instead of salt…”

“Oh… but the sauce?” 

“I put some of the pasta water in the sauce to thin it.”

Jaskier starts giggling, “G-Geralt... noooo.”

Geralt sighs, wearily turning off the stove. “So takeout?” 

“Yeah, takeout is fine. Whatever you feel like.”

Geralt hums and pulls up the delivery app, “Sorry, Jask.”

Jaskier sidles up to him, giving him a half hug, “Thanks for trying.” He leans fully into him so he can see Geralt's phone as they order.

2. A while into quarantine, Jaskier decided he needed some greenery in his life, since he couldn’t leave the house. This led Jaskier to order himself a cute little cactus from a local nursery for the next time they order a grocery pick up. Talking Geralt into stopping by the shop on the way back from the store proved easier than Jaskier had anticipated. Geralt had begrudgingly agreed after hours of Jaskier’s pouting and puppy eyes wearing him down. 

Jaskier dances around the apartment with his new treasure before placing it on the sunny windowsill in their living room. Geralt rolls his eyes but smiles at his roommates' antics, “You do know how to take care of it don’t you?”

Jaksier pouts at him, “It’s a cactus, how hard can it be! I just water it every so often and bam, beautiful thriving mini Geralt!”

Geralt huffs at him, grabbing a controller for their gaming console, “You promised I could destroy you at Mortal Combat if we picked up the plant.”

“Yes, yes Geralt I’m coming, just let me water my precious child.”

Weeks later, Little Geralt starts looking a bit droopy, causing Jaskier to water him, but unfortunately Jaskier does not account for his ADHD and lack of calendar filling out, and proceeds to water the poor cactus every day for the next two weeks, water logging and eventually killing poor Little Geralt.

Once Jaskier realizes, he cries to Geralt only a little and has a funeral for the cactus as he throws it away, being the absolute most dramatic about it as possible. Geralt just rolls his eyes at the antics and adds a new plant to the order list to pick up the next time they have their outing to go get groceries.

Jaskier gives Geralt the biggest hug when he realises they’re heading to the plant store and talks excitedly about how determined he is to to not kill Little Geralt the Second; Geralt just rolls his eyes half heartedly but helps Jaskier set up a calendar to keep track of when he’s watered the cactus. This works for about a month before Jaskier gets busy and forgets about his little plant, frying on the windowsill, until Geralt notices about three months later.

“Hey Jask, your cactus is looking a bit… shriveled.”

Jaskier rushes into the living room “NO!” He yells as he slides to a stop on his knees before the  dried up little plant “Noooooooo, Little Geralt the Second, nooooo!” he shakes his fists at the ceiling.

Geralt pats his shoulder comfortingly, “At least it lived longer this time.”

Jaskier shakes his head with a sigh. “I’m a terrible plant parent.”

Geralt hmms consolingly, “We can get you another. I’ll try to help you keep better track of it this time.” 

Jaskier nods, “Thanks Geralt,” and picks up his dead plant to go throw it out. 

Geralt just hmms and pulls up the pick-up list on his phone to add a new little cactus.

Three months later, Little Geralt the Third is thriving in its place on the windowsill, happily soaking up the sun on a bright spring day as a breeze comes through the window. Jaskier dances around the living room, vacuuming and dusting as Geralt cleans the kitchen of the previous night’s actually decent attempt at cooking. Jaskier sings along to ABBA, twirling with his duster mic when disaster strikes poor Little Geralt the Third. Jaskier swirls too close to the window and pops his hip at just the wrong time and the plant wobbles before being pushed off the edge and falls three stories down to the concrete sidewalk down below. Jaskier freezes at the crashing sound and turns to look out the window, staring down at his poor, broken plant.

“Nooooooo, Geralt!” Jaskier yells, and Geralt comes running in from the kitchen, startled by Jaskier’s cry. 

“Jask?!” 

Jaskier just points down at the sidewalk, falling to his knees “Geralt, I killed him! I killed our son! To ABBA!” 

Jaskier sprawls out on the floor dramatically, mourning the fate of poor Little Geralt the Third, who had been thriving wonderfully before going splat on the pavement. 

Geralt sits down next to his dramatic roommate and pats his leg, “That one was actually doing pretty well. Maybe we could get another and just find a better place for it to sit?”

Jaskier sniffles and looks through his lashes at Geralt, “Really?” 

Geralt nods before being tackled to the ground in a tight hug. 

“Thanks Geralt.” Jaskier whispers, nuzzling into his friend.

3. Geralt stood staring into the mirror at the red roots growing into his perfect silver platinum hair. He pouts at it, looking at his hair and then back down at his phone at the pictures of his past beautiful silver hair. 

“I can do it, how hard can it be?” he grumbles, glaring back at his roots. He nods to himself before searching different bleaches, toners, and silver dyes that are available at their local beauty shop.

A week and two trips to the store later, Geralt is once again standing in the bathroom and glaring at his roots in the mirror. “How hard can it be...”

Five hours later, Jaskier comes home from the park to Geralt sitting on the couch in a hoodie with the hood on and scrunched up around his face, pouting.

“So how did it go?” he asks.

Geralt grunts in response.

“Oh it can’t be that bad,” comes Jaskier’s exasperated reply, reaching for the hood over the back of the couch.

Geralt growls and catches his hand, yanking and pulling Jaskier over the couch and partially into his lap.

Jaskier laughs and reaches up again with both hands, trying to use one as a distraction. Geralt growls again and tackles him to the floor to pin him, where they tussle around before Jaskier gets an upper hand and pulls the hood off. Geralt freezes as Jaskier stares at him with wide eyes and a growing smile.

 “Don’t,” he growls.

Jaskier’s grin turns into giggles, then into full on laughter. “Geralt! Your hair!” 

Geralt sits back with a pout, still sitting on Jaskier. “I know, it's horrible.”

“It's bright purple! What did you do!?”

Geralt flushes, “I forgot to set a timer and left the toner in too long. It should wash out and wear off in a few weeks,” he grumbles.

Jaskier continues to giggle. “Well at least it's not permanent, and you bleached the roots pretty well.”

Geralt sighs and nods before laying down on Jaskier for a consolation cuddle. “Yeah, at least there's that.”

4. Geralt’s birthday was coming up and Jaskier was determined to celebrate it, even if they couldn’t go on their customary birthday bar crawl that they had gone on for both of their birthdays since they had been roommates in college. Jaskier wanted to go the extra mile for his bestest friend in the whole world and decided that he was going to make Geralt a homemade cake, icing drizzle and all. Jaskier had scoured the internet for weeks trying to find a cake he thought geralt would like and that he thought he could make with his limited baking abilities. He finally found the perfect recipe for a simple strawberry pound cake that he only had to buy a minimal amount of extra ingredients for. 

The day of Geralt's birthday, Jaskier sets up in the kitchen and banishes Geralt to the living room to play his new Witcher game while Jaskier makes the cake. 

He starts by setting out everything he needs and getting the beaters set up and his recipe out. He preheats the oven and then gets to work measuring everything out carefully, looking back at his recipe often, so often he doesn’t quite notice that he’s grabbed the salt container instead of the sugar and measures out the three cups the recipe calls for before adding it into the wet ingredients bowl to cream together as stated by the recipe. Jaskier goes about making his cake and mixing it up, carefully pouring it into the disposable cake tin they had bought specially for the event before putting it in the oven and carefully setting a timer on his phone.

He takes a break for a moment to make a cup of tea before cleaning up the mess from the cake and mixing up the simple drizzle icing for the cake.

The timer goes off and Jaskier pokes the cake with a toothpick as he has been directed, frowning at the lopsided cake. 

“Is that how it should look?” he mutters to himself, looking at the clean toothpick. “Guess it’s done.”

He pulls the cake out of the oven and  sets it on the rack to cool, poking little holes in it with the toothpick to help it cool and absorb some of the icing later.

After 30 minutes, he drizzles the icing over the cake, humming happily to himself. 

“Geralt, do you want to do cake now or later?” he calls into the living room. Geralt hmms and stands before replying, “Now.”

Jaskier grins and grabs them plates, forks, and a knife to cut the cake with.

Geralt stands beside him at the counter, smiling softly at the cake Jaskier has made him. 

“Thanks Jask,” he says softly. 

Jaskier grins fully at him. “Happy birthday, Geralt!”

They cut into the cake and serve themselves. Geralt happily eats his, reaching out to get seconds while Jaskier frowns at his slice. “Does this taste right to you?” he takes another bite while Geralt shrugs.

“Tastes fine to me,” he replies, happy to continue eating what his Jaskier has made him. 

Jaskier frowns more and looks at his recipe, “I dunno, doesn’t it taste salty?” 

Geralt hmms in thought before continuing to eat, “Suppose so, but it’s not too bad.”

Jaskier gasps. “Geralt! No Geralt, stop eating that! I must have mixed up the salt and sugar when I was measuring, oh! It's terrible, I’m so sorry, Geralt,” he whines, looking almost at the verge of tears. 

This causes Geralt to pause his gremlin-like cake eating, setting the plate down before pulling his best friend into a tight hug, resting his head against the others. “So maybe you had a booboo with it and it’s a little salty. You know I’m not picky, and it tastes fine and vaguely like strawberries. I’ll eat it anyway, Jask.” he grumbles out.

Jaskier sniffles. “But you deserve a good cake that’s made correctly.”

Geralt hums, “Maybe, but this is something you’ve made for me with all your heart, and I think it tastes alright, and I will keep eating it, because you made it for me and that makes it taste all the sweeter.”

Jaskier sniffles again, squeezing the man in his arms tightly “Oh, you big softy! You don’t have to eat it.” 

“But I want to.”

“Fine.” Jaskier sighs, nuzzling the broad chest he’s pressed against. “Love you”

Geralt smiles softly, pressing a kiss to Jaskiers temple. “Love you too, you disaster.” 

Jaskier gasps and smacks his chest “You!”

Geralt laughs and grabs his cake before dragging Jaskier to the couch. “Come on, I demand my birthday cuddles.”

Jaskier puffs his cheeks but settles against Geralt on the couch, holding the controller for him “If this is my penance.”

5. Usually Jaskier did the laundry while Geralt did dishes. This was because Jaskier had many a delicate piece in his wardrobe and he did not trust Geralt to treat his clothes the right way if he were to do the laundry. Geralt didn’t care much either way who did the dishes and who did the laundry, as long as the chores ended up done in the end. This was how their kitchen, laundry nook, and part of their living room ended up absolutely covered in bubbles.

They had decided to switch up the chore rotation for the week because the dishes weren’t too bad and Jaskier hadn’t worn any of his ‘delicate’ pieces in the past week and a half, meaning there was nothing of his Geralt could mess up. The switching of chores had unforeseen consequences however, in that neither remembers exactly how to do the new chore, as they hadn’t had to in at least a year. Rather than ask the other for help, both Jaskier and Geralt decided to wing it and try their best. 

Jaskier stares down at Geralt, slav squatting, staring at the bubbles that were slowly invading their apartment via the laundry and kitchen. 

“So, I couldn’t remember which dish liquid was the one for the dishwasher and put the red one in, which was apparently the wrong choice…… What did you do to create the bubbles in the washer?” 

Geralt grunts. “That was the dawn dish soap that we hand wash the alcohol glasses with,” he sighs. “I may have put a full cup of laundry detergent in the washing machine”

Jaskier gasps “A full- Geralt! The entire cup!? That’s at least double the amount you’re supposed to use!” 

Geralt pouts. “I couldn’t remember how much,” he grumbles

“You could have asked me!”

This earns Jaskier a raised eyebrow and the stink eye.

“Fair enough,” he giggles. “We should have asked each other when we were confused.”

Geralt nods before standing. “Well I guess we should turn the appliances off before the bubbles get worse… wish me luck”

Jaskier nods and jokingly salutes him. “I’ll remember you dearly.”

Geralt chuckles and shakes his head before wading into the bubbles to stop the dishwasher and washing machine cycles.

A minute later he reappears, covered in bubbles from head to toe, looking like some sort of grumpy snowman. Jaskier laughs at him before Geralt smirks and captures him in a bear hug, causing the man to shriek. “Nooo! Geralt my clothes! Ackkkk!”

Geralt swings him, picking him up slightly. “I think if we let the bubbles settle we can clean up in a little, but we should change first.”

Jaskier pouts “The point of you doing it was so only one of us had to change.”

Geralt gives him a toothy grin, carrying him towards their bedrooms to change. “But you laughed at me, that demands retribution.”

Jaskier just sticks his tongue out at him before being set down in front of his room. “Wanna play Smash while we wait?”

Geralt grins, “What, wanna get wrecked that badly?” he winks to Jaskiers affronted gasp before going in his room to change.

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Pregnancy Series - Part 3

Telling them 

Hey! So a lot of you have been waiting and I am honestly happy that you guys seem to like my pregnancy series! Please feel free to tell me your opinion with a comment or through a reblog ( I read every single # ) or just send me a message in my inbox! Hope you enjoy! 

Pregnancy Series: Part 1 // Part 2 

Jumin

You nervously rubbed your hands together as the weekend finally came.

Ever since Jumin married you, he decided to have his birthday parties only with you instead of throwing big parties with people he didn’t even like just because of his status.

But this time you prepared something special for him.

You decided to invite your father-in-law as well as the RFA, even Zen, at your place on the 4th of October to stay until Jumin’s birthday at midnight the 5th october.

For Zen, you even prepared your party room since your beloved cat wasn’t in every room of the big penthouse your husband owned.

And so you prepared everything without your husband’s knowing. To say it clearly, you made someone else prepare it because you were scared of hurting the baby, being overprotective since it took you so long to get pregnant.

Maybe you were too scared, but you knew that Jumin wouldn’t have wanted you to overwork yourself.

The room was decorated in gold and black colors and you also baked a big cake on your own, deciding to hide a long note into the cake, saying that you were pregnant. At the end of the note, a copy of your first picture of the baby was attached, showing Jumin that whatever was happening was real.

You knew that he would be more than happy to see this, to know about the baby you were carrying.

,,Finally ready,’’ you said and sighed, looking at your clock, knowing that at 8 PM everyone would come home to stay into the room before Jumin would come home with Jaehee from the office.

The first guest to arrive was your father in law. To your surprise, he didn’t take his girlfriend along, but since Jumin always had to prepare a second party for his status, your in-law promised you to bring her along the next day. Well, you knew that this wasn’t going to last for a long time, but to make the elder happy, you nodded and smiled, telling him that you were more than happy to be able to get to know her.

Lastly, Seven, Zen, and Yoosung arrived. Zen and Seven were arguing whether or not the red haired boy should kidnap his Elly.

,,I need to go home with you. You can’t take that fur ball with you!’’ he hissed.

You left the men alone for a second before you waited for the final guest - your husband, of course followed by Jaehee who just sent you a message about her arrival.

Jumin was puzzled at first when you invited Jaehee inside and led the way to another part of the penthouse, but since it was you who asked, it was okay, you were his wife after all.

The surprise party, however, made him emotional and you knew that Jumin was touched just by his mimicry and how he stood there, you knew your husband.

,,I have a present for you, but you will only be allowed to have it at midnight!’’ you teased him after he gave you a long, lovely kiss.

Staying awake almost four hours more was hard for you. Since you knew that you were pregnant, you were even sleepier, but for Jumin you could manage to stay awake. You had to.

,,IT’S MIDNIGHT! BRING THE CAKE!’’ Seven screamed in excitement, making you a bit nervous.

Yoosung carried the cake into the room after you kindly asked him to, as you all sang ,,Happy Birthday’’ to him.

,,Thank you, my love,’’ he whispered and kissed you again, ready to blow his candles.

,,Before you cut the cake, Jumin,’’ you said as he stood there with a knife already ,,here’s something you have to pull out. Read it out loud,’’ you said.

You pressed your lips together as you waited for him to pull out the long white note until finally the first words appeared. ,,I…..’’ he said, he smirked, thinking that the note was ,,I love you’’

,,A….M…..P...R...E...G…-’’ he looked at you in shock before he pulled the note even quicker out of the cake, seeing the last picture of an ultrasound.

For the first time, all members of the RFA saw Jumin Han cry real tears by the man they always called ,,cold hearted’’ as he hugged his wife and kissed her with a lot of love, thanking her over and over again.

,,This is the best present ever,’’ he hiccuped and kneeled down to kiss your flat belly.

Zen

,,You will surely be a good mother!’’ the chocolate lady praised you as she gave you the white chocolate with the baby sonogram of your baby.

You quickly went back in and prepared a few more things. The chocolate was ready, you thought you would now take a little package and put balloons around the chocolate so that it would float up as soon as Zen would open the box.

Since the chocolate was in a cute packaging too, you put a note on it saying to open it immediately to see the surprise.

You guessed that this would be the perfect Valentine’s Day gift.

Then you also decided to bake a few muffins, not just for Zen, but also because you wanted to slowly get used to the idea of baking cakes for your future child.

That evening, you tried your best to act normal because you were overloading with happiness and excitement.

The next day, you woke up pretty quickly. One of the reasons was because you had the urge to throw up and the other reason was because you wanted to drop the news as soon as possible.

,,Mc, did you get checked up? Like-’’

,,Hyun, it’s just a virus. That’s why I had to cancel our reservation at the hospital,’’ you groaned as you again had to empty your stomach.

,,Of course, baby,’’ he whispered, holding your hair as he kept rubbing your back.

At times like these, he wished you could be like him, healing and getting better quickly.

But he also knew that you were a strong woman and didn’t have any problems.

,,Okay, I’m better,’’ you gasped as you went to wash your mouth. The taste you had in your mouth wasn’t really yummy and so you brushed your teeth before you decided to give him his present.

,,Here, for you,’’ you whispered as you laid back in bed, feeling a bit lightheaded.

Zen’s eyes went soft as he saw the big box, placing it on the floor and sitting next to it to open the present.

Just like you wanted, the balloons flew up, pulling the chokolate up.

Zen quickly grabbed the present and read the note out loud.

,,I’m excited. I never thought that Valentine’s Day could become so special one day,’’ he laughed.

You slowly teared up as you thought about how much better and special this day would become.

Zen opened the chocolate and inspected the picture.

He stayed silent for a second before he looked up at you again.

,,Really?’’ he asked you, whispering as his tears found a way out.

,,Really, Hyun, really.’’

Yoosung

You hurried home after the appointment, thinking about the best way to tell your husband that you were pregnant.

After you decided to take a look at some Pinterest boards, you decided to sew a little baby out of his clothes.

You once saw it in a drama and it was, in your opinion, the cutest idea.

And so, you took an old shirt of his and went down to the city, buying some stuff to fill your baby.

It took you the whole day to sew that baby, to first cut the material, put it together in a little cute baby outfit, and patch it together.

You were really happy back then; your teacher taught you how to sew at the machine and your mother bought you one back then.

Right when Yoosung entered, you just finished the little baby.

You were proud of yourself and were more than happy that you could hide the present before he came home.

,,Hello, my wife,“ he smiled and kissed you, seeing that you were in a better mood than in the morning.

,,You haven't cooked yet? Wanna do it together?“ he asked you, seeing that nothing was prepared.

,,Oh, I need to be honest. I took a good rest today and I forgot that it was already so late,“ you lied.

,,It’s okay! I can also order some sushi or-”

,,No sushi!“ you called, looking away.

,,Can we eat pizza?“ you asked him, trying to hide the fact that you preferred to not eat raw fish.

And so you both did, although Yoosung was kind of puzzled when you didn’t take the wine you both usually drank while eating pizza.

The day went by and the next morning finally arrived. You were happy to wake up just in time to set the table, prepare the breakfast, and put his bag with the baby doll on his seat.

,,Happy eighth anniversary,“ he whispered and kissed you, hugging your body from behind, nuzzling his head in your neck.

,,Eight years already,“ you sighed happily and turned around, ready to give him a deep, lovely kiss on his lips.

Yoosung quickly sat down, giving you his hand over the table as he put some sugar in his coffee.

,,That’s for you,“ he told you, giving you an envelope.

You smiled.

,,The bag in front of you is from me for you,“ you told him, as if someone else could have made him a present.

The both of you decided to open your present at the same time.

And once again, you surprised each other.

,,You want to adopt a child?“ you asked him as he almost screamed ,,YOU’RE PREGNANT?“

You both laughed at the same time. Yoosung quickly got up from his chair, getting on his knees as he kissed your belly with tears in his eyes.

,,I knew it! No sushi, no wine! I knew it!“ he sobbed, stroking the place where his baby was supposed to be.

,,Such a little human being will grow up here. Can you believe it?“ Yoosung asked you.

You were also now sobbing, shaking his head as you stroked his fluffy hair ,,Finally, Yoosung, finally,“

Jaehee

Your girlfriend couldn’t wait to hug you, hold you in her arms and so, as soon as she caught a glimpse of you at the train station, she hugged you, sobbing into your shoulder.

It was cold outside and you luckily came back right in time before the holy days of Christmas.

Jaehee still hugged you when suddenly, something soft and cold touched your nose, making you look up into the sky.

,,The first snow,’’ you whispered, making Jaehee loosen up her hug and look up too.

She chuckled as she knew that you loved the snow.

A few seconds later, the both of you walked hand in hand towards your shop. Jaehee was happy as you seemed to be in a happy mood.

Your fingers felt hot as hers were entangled in yours, stroking the skin of your finger with her thumb.

,,Go and take a warm shower. I will make us some food,’’ she mumbled and quickly left you alone.

And so, while the warm water of your shower hit your body, warming you up and relaxing your muscles, you thought of a way to tell Jaehee that you two finally did it.

Suddenly, you got a very good idea. Lately, you were into sublime stitching and found it hard to find new things to stitch, but now that you had your first ultrasound, you finally had a new challenge to take!

You copied your first ultrasound and sent it to your favorite artist, who was more than happy to make your ultrasound into a pattern with ink.

Just like always, you ironed the picture with the hot iron on your fabric, but this time you didn’t buy the pattern and indeed used your own.

You smiled as you saw how good it worked out. You were really proud of yourself that the first step was already so well done! 

But you couldn’t keep going as Jaehee called you to open the shop with her.

And so the weeks went by. You luckily didn’t have any symptoms that could have ruined the surprise for Jaehee.

You wanted to give it to her as a Christmas present after all.

You kept stitching along the line, slowly and accurately so that everything would look nice and neat.

When you finally finished, you felt yourself becoming emotional. This was now real, this present and this baby was really happening to you and Jaehee, who waited for so long for this.

The last step was to wash the fabric so that the blue ink would disappear, making it look once again much more beautiful.

,,I can’t wait for Christmas,’’ you chuckled to yourself and put the present into a little box.

,,You really didn’t have to,’’ Jaehee whispered the morning of Christmas Eve.

The both of you sat on your couch in front of your Christmas tree.

It was warm and cozy in your living room as you both were wearing the same Christmas hoodies.

You excitedly looked over to Jaehee as she opened the box.

Her fingers followed every stitched line, her lips began to tremble and it seemed as if she couldn’t breathe calmly.

You were getting worried, but soon enough Jaehee looked at you.

,,Is that yours?’’ she asked her, her voice was cracking.

,,Yes. I didn’t have the flu or covid, I’m pregnant,’’ you laughed.

Jaehee hugged you, not too strong, stroking the back of your hair as she enjoyed the warmth of your body.

,,I don’t have such a great present,’’ she laughed and kissed your cheek.

Saeyoung

The birthday of the twins was slowly approaching. By now you were eight weeks pregnant.

You still had symptoms and felt sick. Sometimes you couldn’t even cook, making Saeyoung worry for you, but you knew that this was worth it.

You chuckled as you thought about your self made toy you prepared as a present for Saeyoung. It was a toy he had to play first before the news of your pregnancy would be announced.

It took you a while to construct everything.

It was a game where he had to put cards together. To put them together, he had to form different sentences in different languages.

Matching cards would give him a letter and afterwards those letters would give him the sentence ,,You will be soon a daddy!’’ but of course, he had to also form this sentence.

Since it was kind of difficult to perform this all in Hangul, you decided to make it an english game.

For Saeran, you prepared a little teddy bear which would say ,,Hello Uncle’’ but of course, he wasn’t allowed to open his present until Saeyoung played with his present.

The 11th of June quickly approached you guys as you woke up one morning. Luckily, you still didn’t feel sick.

You hugged Saeyoung as you woke him up with a sweet kiss ,,Good morning,’’ you whispered, making him groan, but not open his eyes.

,,Hello, how did you sleep?’’ you asked him when he turned his body to you and hugged you back.

,,Good, but being awake next to you is better,’’ he whimpered and almost fell asleep again.

,,Ya! Your birthday breakfast is waiting for you!’’ you hissed and laughed.

He immediately jumped up, yelling for his brother. ,,SAERAN, YOU ARE TURNING A YEAR OLDER!’’ he laughed, making you shake your head.

But you were happy that Saeyoung finally found his brother. You could just imagine how it must have been for him to miss his second half for all those years.

And even though Saeran didn’t admit it, he probably missed his brother too.

The three of you were sitting around the table as they ate their soup. It was a special soup for their birthday.

,,I will give you your birthday present later when the other’s are here too,’’ you told them both, making your husband especially sad. ,,You always want your present at midnight and now I have to wait?’’ he asked you, whining as you laughed at him.

,,It’s special, that’s why,’’ you told him, making him sulk.

,,My presents are always special,’’ he whined but didn’t say anything anymore as he enjoyed his food.

You were nervous as the RFA came one by one. By now, you guys were always together. You saw yourselves as a family.

,,Okay guys, because of you I couldn’t open my present!’’ he whined and finally unpacked the box. At first he looked a bit… puzzled, which made you chuckle.

You explained to him how to play and even persuaded him to play on his own.

,,Boring that everyone is watching me,’’ he mumbled as Saeran kept patting his present, you told him he wasn’t allowed to open it yet.

,,Is that german? ,,Wir müssen…’’ what?’’ he laughed.

But one by one he did it and finally had the single letters that would give the hidden message.

,,I am pregnant, I don’t even have to think about it, that’s the message, right?’’ he said and immediately looked up at you, already in tears.

By now, Saeran too, unpacked his bear and in a big family embrace, Saeyoung cried into your shoulder.

Saeran

After you were brought to the maternity ward and they did some more tests, it seemed that it was official that you were pregnant!

Saeran got up as soon as he saw you walking out of the big doors.

,,Is it something serious? It took you so long and no one wanted to say anything,’’ he whined and took your hand between his, massaging your palm as he slowly walked out with you.

,,I just had to wait a long time,’’ you lied and smiled at him, trying to convince him that you just had a mere virus.

And so the days passed again and you worked on a present for Saeran who was a soon to be father.

You put a lot of thought into it and decided that doing something handmade would be much better than just telling him.

That’s why you decided to give him something your baby would get - a handmade baby blanket with his favorite flower patched on it.

You put a lot of hard work into it, using the best material and the most beautiful colors.

And since the gender was still unknown, you decided to go for a light beige color with some red details.

In the end, the blanket looked just too cute and it hit you - you were pregnant.

The day was nothing special when you told Saeran that you would like to go and eat an ice cream with him, something he agreed to immediately.

He took a few hours free and hand in hand with you, he went to buy ice cream for the both of you, enjoying the sun on your skin and the nature around you.

,,What do you have in that bag?’’ he asked you after a while, still licking his ice cream as he pointed at the little bag in your hand.

,,Nothing,’’ you began, ,,just something little I want to give you,’’ you told him, making him excited to know what you would like to give him.

To prevent the blanket from getting dirty, you decided to wait until the both of you were finished with the ice cream, giving you the chance to talk to Saeran a bit more about his day and your day.

,,Okay, now I’m ready,’’ he nodded and looked at the bag. He couldn’t wait to see what you had prepared for him in there.

He opened the bag and pulled out the self made blanket, observing every little detail.

He tilted his head as he looked at the length of it.

,,It’s a bit too little for you, right?’’ you laughed, making him laugh too.

Suddenly, Saeran saw a little note in there.

,,It’s not for you, it’s for your baby, Dad. Congratulations…’’ he whispered and put the note back into the bag, looking at the tiny blanket again.

You knew that he was happy, but probably overwhelmed with this news and so you decided to wait a few moments.

But as soon as the news arrived in his head, Saeran couldn’t prevent himself from hugging and thanking you a thousand times.

,,You...you always make me so happy…!’’ he whined.

,,I will give my best to become a good father,’’ he said with a trembling voice.

,,I won’t become like my parents. I will be a good one and I will protect you and our unborn child,’’ he whispered, his hand on your belly by now.

,,I promise,’’ he nodded.

,,I trust you, Saeran.’’

Jihyun

As soon as Saeyoung heard those words, he began to tear up and hugged you, patting your back. He was just so happy for you and Jihyun as he knew that the both of you had a hard time lately.

,,Let’s get back and prepare something!’’ he said in his mischievous smile and helped you to get into the car.

Of course, to keep it fair, Saeyoung wasn’t allowed to tell anybody. Instead, the both of you planned on how to tell Jihyun who would soon come back home.

,,How about I make a computer print of your future family and he has to paint it in little colors? We will just make it with so many details that he won’t notice from the beginning that it’s a family picture of four!’’ Saeyoung chuckled. You loved the idea and were more than happy to go with it.

You and Saeyoung worked on the details while the rest of the RFA weren’t at your home as they too had their personal lives.

Saeyoung and Saeran, however, stayed with you partly because Saeyoung prepared the surprise with you, but also because they both were worried.

When you finally finished with the layout and Saeyoung helped you to print it out, you wouldn’t be able to tell that this was a picture of a family.

,,I wonder how he will react,’’ you laughed and thanked him for his hard work.

,,Those were the longest six weeks I’ve ever experienced,’’ you whimpered when Jihyun finally arrived at home, Lucy on your hand, also more than happy to see her father.

Hugging the both of you, he nodded in agreement.

,,I also missed the both of you,’’ he said honestly.

Quickly letting him step in, you took his stuff and helped him to unpack before you told him that dinner would be soon ready.

,,I have a little challenge for you,’’ you laughed as you went back to your room to take the picture you prepared for him.

,,Oh, I saw that on Instagram,’’ he nodded, as he remembered the logic of the painting.

,,Yes, but I did this myself,’’ you said proudly, handling it over to him.

He laughed happily ,,I’m excited to work on it, thank you!’’ he laughed.

,,Yes, but there’s a hidden message in it so you need to hurry with it!’’ you told him, not knowing that you encouraged him to work on it the whole night after you fell asleep that night.

In the morning, when you just opened your eyes and saw his black bags below his eyes, paint all over his hands, you knew that he overworked himself.

,,Will we be able to adopt a child?’’ he asked you, his voice was raspy as he asked you, tears in his eyes, excited to know the answer.

You slowly shook his head, making him wonder if his sleepy eyes made him see something he just wanted to see.

But you didn’t want to tease him anymore so you finally told him. ,,I’m pregnant, Jihyun. I wasn’t sick back then, I was just… pregnant! I was having symptomes. We will have a child together soon!’’ you told him, slowly getting up from the bed.

,,I’m so happy,’’ he sighed and kissed your belly.

,,I will never go away for such a long time, I swear,’’ he whispered and then, with his knees on the floor and head on your lap, slowly fell asleep….

Vanderwood

You observed Vanderwood, noticing that the mood was being off for a few days.

To be honest, it was happening ever since you told him that you wanted to stop trying to have children for the time being.

Your eyes followed Vanderwood as he walked out and took out a cigarette, sluggishly smoking and looking around.

You began to chew on your lips as you thought back, maybe beginning the topic with ,,Yo’’ wasn’t the best way to start.

But there was no way back now and it didn’t matter anymore since you finally got pregnant.

You hoped that a day later, Vanderwood’s birthday, this silence between the both of you would be over finally as you wanted to surprise him with a self made cake which said, ,,Hello Daddy!’’

Of course, you firmly told him to not look at it, something he would never do since he knew how much you liked to surprise him.

,,Vandy,’’ you called him softly.

,,Don’t call me like that,’’ he groaned, a bit annoyed as he closed the door.

,,Are you angry at me?’’ you asked him, scared for his answer.

Vanderwood turned his body to you.

He didn’t look happy and you just noticed.

,,I’m not angry, I’m just… I have the feeling that you don’t really care about having a family with me while I work my ass of and-’’

,,Woah, what gives you that idea?’’ you asked him, slowly getting off the couch and looking at him.

You didn’t want to fight with him, but his comment… hurt you deeply.

,,Last time, sorry, but you approached the topic totally wrong!’’ he hissed, on his way to the kitchen.

You followed him there. He was partly right, you thought.

,,But, I was just… I didn’t know how to tell you, but this doesn’t mean that I don’t care,’’ you told him, your trembling voice making him look back at you.

,,I know. It still hurts though,’’ he whispered and opened the fridge to take out a cold drink.

,,You know what,’’ you told him, holding onto the door of the fridge and pulling out the cake you made for him which was covered with something so that he couldn’t see what was written on it with the chocolate.

,,What-’’ before Vanderwood could even say anything, you showed him the cake you prepared for him with the note written on it that you were pregnant.

,,It’s true. I was mean and I should have approached you differently, but I was so down, I didn’t think I could get pregnant anytime soon and- just don’t say anymore that I don’t care,’’ you finished your sentence and looked up, your tears were rolling down your cheeks as you were unsure of what to do now.

But Vanderwood knew what he had to do and softly took you in his arms, laying you down in the other room and kissing your neck.

,,You destroyed my surprise,’’ he whispered, giving you a kiss again.

,,Sorry for being selfish. I was mean while you’ve been carrying my baby,’’ he honestly apologized, stroking your flat womb as you sobbed into his shoulder.  

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[briarrosescurse]

Rozalina’s Birthday Celebration - Personal Story

9th of May

(it's roza's birthday, happy day of borth my sweet angel... also my first attempt at imitating the ssr birthday cards, i hope it turned out okay?? hopefully i can catch up with everyone else too who i missed out on 😭 you can find roza’s personal story under the cut, i’d love it if you’d give it a read!)

NRC Newspaper

Birthday Interview - Rozalina Edition

Part 1

Diasomnia Dorm - Birthday Party Venue

Yuu: Happy Birthday!

Roza: Hehe, thank you so much...! This is all so exciting, I just cannot keep sitting still any longer!

Roza: This is my second birthday that I am spending at Night Raven College and I wish to make it a grand celebration with everyone~!

Yuu: You seem to enjoy birthdays quite a lot.

Roza: How could I not? A day where everyone gets together to celebrate and honor the date you have been born on... A day of appreciation but also a day that goes to show just how much you have grown up! It is the most fun with friends though, really...

Yuu: What were your birthdays like before?

Roza: Hmm... truthfully, up until last year, I never have looked forward to my own birthday. Usually, on my birthdays, I would be spending it on my own, because my father and mother are quite the busy people...

Roza: They always have tried to at least spent a few hours with me, but with every year, it feels like less and less time...

Yuu: Were you not able to spend it with anyone else?

Roza: Uee... N... Not really. My wetnurses would try to spend time with me, but it would just feel like any other day...

Roza: Do not make that face!! ... I guess that was not what you were asking for... Ummm...

Roza: I did not have any friends my age for most years, so I was not having a party with anyone outside my immediate family or employees, if that was what you were curious about.

Yuu: What kind of people are your family? Please tell me about them.

Roza: My family... I think most people would call them strict and serious. My mother does not particularly enjoy taking the lead, therefore my father makes a majority of the decisions.

Roza: My mother is a rather gentle soul... She always used to spoil me quite a lot with sweets behind my father's back. I remember her signaling to not say a word when my father asked me if I had stolen one of the plates full of baked goods that one time, hehe.

Roza: My father... A lot of people call him scary. He has always such a serious face, his eyebrows being furrowed and all - wargh, he is gonna get even more wrinkles, at this point! - but he is very loving towards me.

Roza: Even though I know this had been for my own sake, I am not... particularly happy about how overly protective he is. This includes me not being allowed to have friends outside of our family's home.

Roza: Reading about all those fun and lively birthday parties in novels... I felt quite jealous that I could not experience those myself...

Roza: But it cannot be helped any more, I suppose, so no point in crying over it~

Part 2

Yuu: Are you very close to your wetnurses?

Roza: Absolutely! They have been my best friends for so many years now.

Roza: Hehe, if there ever was a problem or a concern, I was always able to rely on them... I know this is not something to be expected, so I am quite grateful.

Yuu: Please tell me more about them.

Roza: They are quite the... interesting trio, I must admit. Unlike the majority of the employees back home, they are fae folk.

Roza: I have always been a little curious as to why fae folk would decide to work for human nobles when there are plenty more fae noble to serve, but I never really had the chance to ask them.

Roza: One of the wetnurses is like a 'headmaid' of the bunch... She takes the control of majorities of things and is always able to come up with a solution!

Roza: The second one is a rather playful lady... She is always very lax about the rules. It's impressive how she manages to stand her ground if her attitude conflicts with the headmaid.

Roza: And then we have the youngest of the three! She is... always in her own world, her head in the clouds, but her dreamy nature had been a relief from the busy every day life.

Yuu: What kind of presents did you get so far?

Roza: Oh, oh! The most exciting part...! Silver had been the first to congratulate me today, he gifted me a portable sewing kit, embellished with typical materials from the Valley of Thorns.

Roza: Our dorm leader gave me an... encyclopedia about gargoyles... Uwergh... He said it would be useful for our club activities, but I read one single page and fell asleep right away.

Roza: I appreciate the... attempt though.

Roza: Uuuhh... right, then there were Sebek and Lilia! Sebek did not appear too joyous to bring me a gift, but Lilia gave him the right push forward! A blue, towering cake!

Roza: The candles almost dropped on Sebek's head, haha! Thankfully though, Lilia was able to stop them.

Roza: I am feeling a little nauseous at the thought of trying Lilia's baking, but a gift is a gift!

Yuu: Your dorm mates really seem to care for you.

Roza: Mhm! I firmly believe the greatest gift anyone could ask for are loyal, caring friends.

Part 3

Yuu: You mentioned you grew up really sheltered... What's the biggest lesson you learned during your time at Night Raven College?

Roza: E-Eh? That is quite the big question... Umm... Let me think...

Roza: For as long as I can remember, I always used to think that maintaining a proud image of a proper lady is what should be valued the most.

Roza: I always looked up to heroines that feel into that category... Benevolent, kind, generous, composed and all that - flawless, really.

Roza: But... I grew to understand that this is not all what should be aimed for in life... Or rather, this was never really something I desired.

Roza: That is why I appreciate today quite much - as it reminds me of how I grew, but also of that, which I treasure the upmost.

Roza: The connections I made here, all good and all bad.

Roza: Coming into contact with people alike you and unlike you, you grow to understand new perspectives and discover parts of yourself you had not known of before.

Roza: ... That is what makes growing up so fun yet scary, I think.

Yuu: That is quite the mature lesson.

Roza: Waa-wahaha, you think so? I-I was just saying whatever felt right, really...

Roza: ... Unless you were asking about school lessons?!

Roza: N-Nonetheless... I think what we may able to take away is that... All those connections should not be forgotten. When you lose sight of the brighter days, remember the kind hands that reach out to you and take them.

Roza: ... Even if you are thrust into an unkind fate from birth on.

Roza: All dreams can become more than 'just a dream' with the right attitude~!

Yuu: Thank you for talking to us about so much.

Yuu: Again, happy birthday.

#twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #twisute oc #birthday personal story #[my writing] #[my art] #rozalina von dorimé #diasomnia

[manonblaqkbeak]

How We Met

here it is, my last fic for rowaelin month! thank you so much to everyone that’s read, liked and commented on my fics, it’s been so much fun reading and writing these last four weeks! i’m glad to know that i’m not the only one that is in dire need of more rowaelin content (srsly, i would pay sjm a truck load of money for a strictly rowaelin book bc i miss them sm)

here’s part 4 for the little series i had going on. i was so tempted to make this an angst piece but held back lol.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

cw: none

1.8k words

enjoy and thank you again!!! :) 💕💕💕💕

Gathering the ingredients for the cake that she and Ophelia were going to make for Rowan, Aelin plopped them down on the kitchen counter and tied her and her six year old daughters hair back. Even in the kitchen light, Ophelia's hair was a vivid shade of silver and when she turned to look at her mother, the golden ring in her eyes were just as bright.

“Up, mama!” Ophelia asked, pointing to the step ladder that Olive made for her little sister in her woodshop class at school. Getting it off from atop the fridge, Aelin and Ophelia started their baking session for today. It wasn't often that Aelin baked cakes from scratch but it wasn't every day that her firstborn turned sixteen—not that Aelin could really comprehend that her Olive was sixteen—but Aelin wanted to do this for her, wanted to make something special.

She hoped that it wasn't going to taste as bad as the last cake she baked. Rowan had been sick afterwards and didn't go to work the next day.

That was five years ago, so surely with gaining wisdom as people said when others got older, her baking skills grew too.

“Where did everyone go?” Ophelia asked, her little tongue poking out as she helped Aelin sift the flour.

“To get dinner for tonight. We're having Ollie's favourite.” Which was cuisine from the Southern Continent, there was a restaurant that specialised in the spicy food, and Aelin couldn't wait—she and Rowan often tried to recreate their favourite recipes, but it was never right, so Olive wanted to have the genuine stuff for her birthday and not her parents shoddy attempts.

Not that Aelin could blame her.

They continued making the chocolate cake, Ophelia babbling on about her day at school, when her little one asked, “How did you and papa meet?”

Aelin blinked at the sudden question, but answered it nevertheless. “At the grocery store.”

Ophelia furrowed her brows, and with the way her nose scrunched up, she looked so much like Rowan that it made her heart sing. When Aelin first realised that she was pregnant, she was nervous, they had only been married for seven months and while they spoke about having a child of their own, she didn't think it would happen so quickly—but Rowan's enthusiasm melted away her fears. She would never forget his tears of joy when she showed him the pregnancy test, his beaming smile when they heard her heartbeat for the first time. Aelin would walk through hell, as long as Rowan was by her side, or waiting for her at the end.

It wasn't always perfect, however, they had their ups and downs like every long-term couple, they had moments where it felt like they were walking on tightrope, either because of their own personal issues or marriage issues, or when Egan was fourteen and completely lashed out at Aelin, accusing her of replacing his mother—but she worked with her son, telling him that she had never intended to do that, that Lyria would always be the woman that brought him into the world, and that Aelin was raising him. Her heart broke in two at his pain, but she understood, he grew up with photos and stories of Lyria.

Or when they had the awkward conversation when Olive was eleven and asked why she didn't look like Rowan, and Aelin had explained her story, about Sam being her biological father, but he had given them space for Rowan to raise her instead. That had lead to brooding silences and confusion, but otherwise, Olive still saw Rowan as her dad, but she did ask from time to time about Sam, what he was like and what he was doing (the last update Aelin received from him via email that his wife was pregnant with their second child. Aelin was so happy for him that he was able to have a family, a feat that was made easier since Arobynn had been dead for years by this point) and that she would like to meet him properly one day; Aelin had kept that to herself, not wanting to tell Sam in case Olive changed her mind—Aelin hoped that she wouldn't.

Overall, their life together was what she needed, she went to bed each night loved and fulfilled. It was better than what she might have had with Chaol all those years ago, she was fairly certain that if she had married him, it wouldn't have been a long marriage.

“How did you meet at the food store?” Ophelia asked, her brow still furrowed as she and Aelin stirred the cake batter. It surprisingly smelled good.

“I needed something from a high shelf,” Aelin said, “and I couldn't reach it. Your papa was only a few feet away from me, so I asked him to get it for me.” She might have also subtly ogled him as his shirt exposed his tanned skin, and Aelin had damned near swooned at the sight of his six pack.

“Did you get married at the food store?”

Aelin laughed at the question. “No, we got married at the beach. And then you arrived not long afterwards.” Sometimes they wanted another, but things financially were going so well that they didn't want to jeopardise that by adding another mouth to feed.

“Can you have another wedding?” Ophelia asked, looking at her mum with wide eyes. “So I can go? Please?”

“I'll talk to your daddy about it, but I like the sound of that.” Kissing her daughters forehead, they continued. Just as they were putting the cake in the oven and the icing mix in the fridge, the front door opened and three booming voices infiltrated the house and the mouth watering goodness of food.

Aelin's eyes widened at the amount of food that Rowan piled on the table. It looked like they were feeding a small army and not a family of five.

Ophelia helped her older brother set the table, Egan ruffing her hair as he recounted their little adventure to the restaurant.

As they sat down, Aelin mentioned Ophelia's request. Rowan pretended to mull it over as their daughter pleaded, giving her best puppy dog eyes. It didn't take for Rowan to relent—he really had trouble saying no to her—saying that a second wedding was a great idea.

Ophelia squealed in delight and squealed even more when food was placed in front of her (she was very much like Aelin in that regard).

“How did the conversation of another wedding start?” Rowan asked as they all started eating.

“Phia here wanted to know how we meet.”

Olive snorted. “Yes, the ever romantic story of meeting in the toilet paper aisle.”

“It was not the toilet paper isle!” Aelin protested. “It was the cereal aisle.”

“At least you kids have inherited my manners,” Rowan said, “your mother didn't even ask nicely. She just came over to me and said, 'You're tall, could you get that box for me?'” It had taken him a moment to realise he had been spoken to, too focused on deciding what box of porridge to get when Aelin showed up, wearing a faded band shirt and shorts, pointing to the box of cereal that had far too much sugar to be healthy. He had said 'yes' because it was the nice thing to do, and had stayed behind, talking to her for so long in the aisle that his vanilla ice cream had started to melt.

It was the best decision in his life back then, he never thought he would have gained a friend in the grocery store—and that the friend would become his wife.

“I have manners. I said, 'Excuse you' first before I told you what I needed.”

“That's not really using manners there, ma,” Egan said, smiling as poked her tongue out. He looked so much like Lyria that it was almost scary—he still loved flowers and plants too, and was currently studying to become a florist and then one day horticulture. The backyard was full of flowers and plants thanks to him, making into a little wonderland instead of the barren plain it used to be.

“I did say 'thank you' afterwards.”

“You said 'thanks',” Rowan interjected, laughing as Aelin threw a chunk of her flatbread at his head. Ophelia's cute laughter rent through the air.

“It's the same thing!”

“If you say so, love,” Rowan muttered, his lips twitching. Aelin rolled her eyes in the dramatic way Rowan was used to, but he saw the mirth behind the movement.

“Like I said Phie, it's very romantic,” Olive said drily, sounding very much like Rowan. She had even inherited his scowl, which she was wearing now as she sniffed at the air. “Is something burning?”

Aelin had never run so fast as she did right then, the kitchen filling with smoke as she took in the blackened cake. Swearing viciously under her breath, Aelin chucked the cake into the bin, apologising to Olive as she did so.

“It's okay, mum, dad got me an ice-cream cake earlier today anyway.”

Aelin narrowed her eyes at her husband, who simply gave her an innocent smile in answer.

Rejoining her family, they talked well into the night, helping Aelin to forget her failed baking attempt. Ophelia asked more questions about their time in the grocery store and how that moment lead to friendship, to pining for the other without realising it, to a life together.

And to think, Aelin almost didn't go to the grocery store that day.

Rowan thanked the gods that he had remembered at the last moment that he had no porridge left, otherwise, he might not have met Aelin at all. Might not have had this life, this family. Part of him would always be sad that things had gone so wrong with Lyria, and he would always miss and love her. But he learned in therapy that it was good to have a life, and Rowan was glad that he heeded that advice.

He thanked the gods all the time.

And thank the rutting gods he did right now for the umpteenth time that Aelin deemed him tall enough to get her food for her, to stay in that aisle with him as they got to know each other.

Rowan was a very happy man indeed as he and Aelin went to bed that night, the smiles still on their faces at Olive's unrestrained joy at the sight of the car they spent weeks looking at second-hand dealerships at, hunting for the perfect car for their daughter.

Thank the rutting gods for all those moments in the past, present, and future.

Rowan couldn't wait to marry her again, and neither could Aelin.

Life was good.

#rowaelin #rowaelinmonth #my work #thank u!!

[aiweirdness]

A big neural net reviews a smaller neural net's recipes

I’ve used various neural networks to generate recipes, to varying degrees of success. My earliest recipes were generated with char-rnn, which had to learn everything - spelling, punctuation, words - entirely from scratch. Its recipes were terrible (Swamp Peef and Cheese, anyone? Or Chocolate Chicken Chicken Cake?). Later when I started using GPT-2, I was using a neural net that had already seen a lot of recipes online during internet pre-training, and its recipes looked a lot more realistic (although not entirely realistic - there was that recipe for Black Forest Cake that suggested pouring the batter into a toaster, or the jello recipe that starts with “remove all internal rinds”).

GPT-3, an even more powerful text-generating neural net, has seen so many recipes during its internet pre-training that its recipes are boringly plausible. Bake its Black Forest Cake recipe and you’d probably actually get cake at the end, even if it’s not the best cake in the world. Its recipes aren’t funny at a glance, which is why I haven’t posted any of them - until internet linguist Gretchen McCulloch suggested that, rather than have GPT-3 generate its own recipes, I have it rate char-rnn’s recipes. Readers, it worked.

I prompted GPT-3 with two example recipes from allrecipes, each followed by 3 of their human-written reviews. Then, for the third recipe I inserted one of char-rnn’s recipes:

Chocolate Chocolate Cake

1 cup sugar 1/4 cup butter 1 cup margarine 1 cup cocoa 1 teaspoon vanilla 1 cup margarine 1/2 cup pecans, chopped 1 teaspoon vanilla 1 egg yolk 1/2 cup sugar 1/4 cup chopped pecans 1 cup sugar 1 teaspoon vanilla 1 cup cocoa 1 teaspoon vanilla

Combine flour, sugar, baking powder, salt, salt, and salt in a large bowl. Cook over medium heat, stirring constantly, until mixture boils and stiff peaks form. Add milk and cook until mixture is completely melted. Remove from heat and stir in sugar and sugar. Add eggs and vanilla. Beat until smooth. Spread in batter. Sprinkle with pecans.

Yield: 1 servings

And then I let GPT-3 add reviews. Would it mention the excessive lakes of vanilla? The complete lack of flour? The foolhardy reliance on the heroic efforts of a single egg yolk to hold things together?

oxtailsandturnovers Rating: 5 stars 03/04/2007 delicious chocolate recipe!!! and the perfect balance between cocoa and chocolate. and they sure were LONGNECKS! big time rave here. lazy w birthdays w friends and family, try this recipe for something chocolate sweet the ppl will talk about over and over.

AKEMIYUNA Rating: 5 stars appraisal 12/03/2008 Excellent for the kids Halloween party. Everyone got so thrilled by seeing something new on Chocolate in sponge. He even likes nuts separately but it will taste good..

BYOMFYABF Rating: 2 stars 10/01/2008 I could only give it a 2 as I had to make changes to it due to ingredients I had. First, I used Dove Dark Chocolate cocoa instead of Hershey's, no nuts, and the mashed bananas and caramel topping were a must. I did use coffee instead of the hot water, and dark margarine instead of regular, therefore I could not use light whipped cream, but I made homemade whipped cream. It had WAY too much flour in it, but i guess it could have been me measuring heavier than I should have. I also only used 2 cups of flour. it was my first bundt cake, so it was huge!!!

Here’s another batch of reviews, this time of a more chaotic char-rnn recipe:

Simple Soup Alaborate Soup Pie

6 each chopped white perserves; ** (optional but ring) 1/2 cup chopped fresh marjoram 1/2 teaspoon dried thyme 1/3 teaspoon salt 1/2 cup thinly sliced onion 1/4 cup onion (chopped) 1/2 teaspoon garlic; minced 2 small carrots 6 can dry white wine 1 tabasco sauce 1 tablespoon sugar 1/2 cup flour, whipped topping 2 tablespoon chili powder

Marinate: Serves 4. Whip and short under boiling. Add the sliced mushrooms and peppers and stir to coat. Stir the sugar and carrots. In large bowl, beat the egg to make a 1 1/2 tablespoons of the flour. Add shanks and stir it well. Spoon into a frying pan before serving.

Recipe By : DonajehLi Koubmanda

Yield: 8 servings

JEFFREY97389 Rating: 2 stars 03/03/2006 Even though everyone said this was great, I thought it was just 'OK!' The perserves gave a strange flavor to the sauce.

MATTJANDTRACER Rating: 2 stars 01/02/2009 This recipe sounded good. When it came out it tasted a bit like a casserole and not a stew. I used venison instead of deer and pork. I liked the way it turned out, but it wasnt very French.

Hammy Rating: 5 stars The g iving this as a gift as it takes about 10 less minutes but using American cheese and not blended with parsley flakes, lime-flavored gelatin, which is my husband's favorite dish from SuperValu. Just happens to be the creamy sauce. Don't worry about a pie crust.

In fact, the more chaotic the char-rnn recipe, the more chaotic the reviews tend to be, as if GPT-3 has picked up on the chaos and is trying to somehow produce reviews that could plausibly be written by whatever weird humans are visiting this mangled recipe website.

Geilded Peanuts & Crabmeat Basil

3 beef, boneless chops, or thyme, 1 lamber and flince of fresh diced in diagonal 1 parsley 2 large leeks (for garnish) 3/4 teaspoon sesame oil, seeded and peeled 1 any jeans'l-tortilla 1 pepper or cinnamon 1/4 cup baesly pinto beans. (Crushed and thawed; minced fine you recipe) 1 tomato base 1 fat in the last 5 inch plates 1 garlic clove; crushed 1/4 cup dijon mustard

In a large bowl set aside. Remove the sides from the heat and saute with a fork and cover and cook on Low for 6 to 6 hours.

Yield: 6 servings

Morales Rating: 0 stars 03/30/2008 I had high expectations for this recipe, but it was an outright flop. I don't know if the measurements were somehow incorrect or what, but I ended up with a watery mess that certainly wasn't crab salad. My girlfriend, who is a new chef liked it fine, but I really wish that the recipe didn't claim that it made six servings when it really made enough for one, if that's what we were going to call it.

Carole Rating: 5 stars Glorious sobs! This recipe will be delicious for a minumum of 1½ Hours to maximum 2½ hours Time to bring lots of fresh sized potatoes in the house or grow in the age may become quite famous

Amanda Rating: 3 stars 11/13/2009 My friend is having a birthday party and will celebrate with Camping. She's in charge of the dishes and wanted to serve food at the campfire. I'll 10th grade, my easy information for her party. It will not sound strange anyway test this task with a note to work rationally.What to take trees, portable tables for chairs, the main meal, food. I personally love the taste of it but has anyone seen a shepherd (wasn't any spices), oysters. It is sufficient

It does kind of make sense that GPT-3’s recipe reviews aren’t directly complaining about the utter weirdness of char-rnn’s recipes. Probably very few of the recipe reviews in GPT-3’s training data involved baffled complaints about nonexistent or repeated ingredients, or apocalyptic levels of recipe failure. So GPT-3 has learned that even the critical reviews tend to fall within a certain sentiment range. It’s interesting that it tries to emulate char-rnn’s primitive neural net glitchiness - I’ve noticed before that GPT-3 seems to be capable of pretending to be a much simpler neural net.

Subscribers get bonus content: After generating a few reviews, GPT-3 would sometimes go on to generate new recipes (such as “BBQ Cheeseburger Salad” which contains lime jello, whipped topping, and sliced black beans). It may have been deliberately trying to make them terrible to fit in with char-rnn’s recipes.

Speaking of AI-generated recipes: there are some absolute disasters in my book on AI, You Look Like a Thing and I Love You: Amazon - Barnes & Noble - Indiebound - Tattered Cover - Powell’s - Boulder Bookstore

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